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darkbluekies · 30 days

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Just a fluff piece with Hedwig taking care of sick Reader? Can be gender neutral

I'm never going away

Yandere!richgirl x reader

Summary: Hedwig takes care of her darling who's sick♡

Warnings: none, I believe

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You sigh heavily and lean your head on Hedwig’s shoulder. The teacher’s voice feels like needles. Your head is pounding. It’s only the second class of the day, and you’re already over it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Hedwig whispers and pets your head. “Are you tired?”

“I don’t feel very well”, you mumble and hide your burning, pounding forehead into her shoulder. “I have a headache, and I’m shivering. It feels like I’m going to be sick.”

“Lunch is in twenty minutes, don’t worry, sweetheart. I will take notes for you, you don’t have to listen anymore.”

She picks out her pink pen case and starts to scribble down in her notebook. You want to fall asleep, but you’re scared that the teacher will scold you. Instead, you try to hold out to the break by drinking water from Hedwig’s fancy water bottle. She has a pink bottle decorated with charms that you picked out.

“I feel like my throat is getting sore”, you whisper.

“You’re feeling worse?” Hedwig whispers with worried eyes. She hurries to feel your forehead and gasps. “I need to take you home, darling.”

She takes your hand in hers and tells you to hold out. The second the lesson ends, she throws all of her things into her Prada bag. She hooks her arm in yours, pulling you up on your feet. You’re dragged out to the corridor where Hedwig sits you down on one of the hard benches that stand along the wall.

“I’ll call my chauffeur and you’ll go home, okay, sweetheart?” she says and cups your cheeks. “I have that math test … if I miss it, I’ll fail the course. I have to stay here.”

“I’m cold”, you mumble and pull the blazer of your school uniform closer to your body.

Hedwig twists the cap of the water bottle open and holds it out to you so that you can sip on the water while she calls her chauffeur, telling him to come and get you. The water helps with your sore throat, but it’s not near enough to make you feel better. After Hedwig has called her driver, she sits down beside you, taking your hot, heavy head in her hands and kissing wherever she can reach.

“You’re going to be okay, my dear”, she reassures you. “You just need to go home and rest.”

“Can’t I go home to my house instead?” you ask.

She twitches. “No! I-I mean … you should go home to me, so that I can take care of you later.”

You decide not to argue against her. You’re in no shape to do that anyway. She holds you close, letting you lean against her. You have started to shiver by now.

“It’s going to be okay”, she whispers and kisses your temple. “You’re going to get to rest very soon.”

When her chauffeur finally comes, you’re helped out to the car and placed in the backseat. Hedwig pulls the seatbelt tightly over your body and kisses your cheek.

“I’ll be home in about two hours”, she says. “Make sure to get some rest. Tell the chef that you want soup, okay? You have to tell him. And if you need anything, let the chauffeur know so that he can buy it for you. Promise me.”

You nod tiredly. Hedwig gives you one last, sad, smile before closing the door and watching you disappear throughout the gates. Damn that fucking math test.

The chauffeur helps you up the stairs as you enter the georgian mansion. Your legs give up halfway and you almost crash into the stairs. The chauffeur grabs you quickly.

“Sorry”, you whisper.

“Don’t be”, he says.

He leaves you on Hedwig’s bed and asks if there is something he can get you. You shake your head. Even if you did need something, you still feel weird asking random people to get it for you. the few times you’ve done that, you’ve offered to pay but they’ve always turned it down. You’re not Hedwig, you aren’t used to having a dozen people do things for you. You have your own two hands and legs and are fully capable of doing things yourself.

“Should I get you some medicine?” the chauffeur asks. “I’m sure miss Hedwig would like it if I do.”

You give up, your head aching too much to discuss what you do or don’t need. You agree to him buying the medicine. As soon as he leaves, you change into your pajamas and tuck yourself in, hugging Hedwig’s teddy bear. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, there's a faint knock on the door. You pry your eyes open slightly to see the chef sneak in.

“What should I do for you?” he asks.

“Hedwig recommended soup”, you mumble.

“In that case I will make soup.”

He disappears again. You fall asleep within minutes and doesn’t notice when the chef comes in with steaming carrot soup, or when the chauffeur comes with the medicine. You first wake up when Hedwig leaves kisses over your face.

“I’m sorry for waking you, sweetheart”, she whispers apologetically, caressing your face. “But I got worried. You haven’t touched the soup or the medicine at all.” She feels your forehead softly. “Have you taken your temperature yet?”

“I have been sleeping”, you explain and cough loudly.

Hedwig furrows her brows worriedly and helps you sit up. She smiles as she sees you hugging her teddy. You cough again and she caresses your hair, looking as worried as if you'd have cut your arm off. She feeds you the medicine and strokes your hair. With careful hands, she lifts the cold bowl of soup in her hands, feeling around. Her golden rings clinks against the ceramic.

“I will heat it up for you”, she smiles and picks up the TV remote. “What do you want to watch? Not The fox and the hound, you cry when the fox is let out into the forest.”

“Who doesn't? You do too!”

“Yes, I know. What I mean is that you shouldn't be watching such sad things when you're sick. How about something else?”

She finds a movie for you to watch and lets it play while she takes the bowl of soup and walks out of the door. You hug Hedwig’s teddy closer to your burning — yet freezing — body. In these vulnerable times, you want nothing more than to go home to your own house, and lay in your own bed … and have your mom prepare food for you. But Hedwig wouldn’t allow it. Just being away from her for a day causes her to panic. You’re her oxygen and without you, she suffocates. And yet she suffocates you with her smothering love. But you can’t bring yourself to break up with her, because you can’t bring yourself too, maybe you don’t want to. It’s always you and her, two together, and you don’t know what you would do without her. Even though you’re with one of the most popular girls in school, none of the other kids seem to take an interest in you. Hedwig is the only one that likes you … and gosh, does she like you. You have never met someone that takes care of you like she does. She puts everything aside for you. Weirdly enough, you feel like she is supposed to be the one everyone drops things for. She’s wealthy and important, and a lot of people do a lot for wealthy and important people. Sometimes you find yourself questioning her existence, because when you’re with each other, she never lets you see her as the person everyone else talks about. To you, she’s just Hedwig, a sweet girl you’re in love with. And to her, you’re her entire existence.

“Here you go!” Hedwig smiles and walks in with the bowl. “It’s extremely hot, so please be careful.”

She places the bowl in your hands. You enjoy the heat. Hedwig feeds you with a proud smile on her face. She makes sure that you eat it all, even if you feel like throwing up by the end of it.

“How are you feeling now?” she asks softly.

“I feel like I'm dying”, you try to joke, but quickly realize that Hedwig’s not in the mood for jokes.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Do you want anything? A warm bath? A nap? Something else to eat?”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Okay … we can do that!”

She creeps down under the covers and holds you tight to her. Usually, she is the one wanting to be held and squeezed. She hugs you tightly and rests her head on yours. Her hands plays with your hair.

“I hate to see you sick, my love”, she whispers. “I wish that I could take your pain away. You’re so warm.”

“I’m freezing”, you whisper.

She takes your hands between hers and blow hot air.

“I kind of want to bite your fingers”, she giggles quietly and takes a small nibble on your index finger.

She giggles and is quick to wipe away any saliva with her sleeve and apologize. Without waiting, she continues to blow hot air on your hands.

The two of you rest together and you eventually fall asleep. Hedwig stays awake, holding you in her arms.

You wake up drenched in sweat. The medicine seem to be working.

“What’s wrong?” Hedwig asks and sits up. “Are you feeling worse?”

“No, I’m sweating like crazy”, you respond.

“Then your fever should have gone down — at least for now. That’s good.”

“I’m drenched.”

“Do you want to take a bath? I can fix it for you.”

You dozily look around for a clock. “What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. I’ve told the chef to make us some chicken noodle soup, some good toasts and prepare some nice tea.” She caresses your cheek. “Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

You nod with a small, thankful smile, even if you’re not the slightest hungry — on the contrary actually, you’re almost nauseous. Hedwig smiles as well and jumps up from the bed, runs out of the room. You cough into your arm and sniffle and hug her teddy, waiting for her to return. The pain killer have wiped away the fever for now, but it will come back eventually.

“Y/N”, Hedwig says from the door. “It’s done.”

You drag yourself up from the bed and move over to the door. Hedwig takes your hand and leads your barely alive form to the bathroom. You remove your drenched pajamas and sink down under the fluffy bubbles covering the water's surface. Hedwig smiles and sits down on the floor beside the big tub, hugging her legs close to her chest with a soft smile.

“I don't like it when you're sick but I'm glad that I can take care of you”, she says and sighs. “I don't understand why people go to school even though they're clearly not well. Everyone else has to pay for it.”

“Most people can't afford missing school”, you say.

“But it's not about money”, she says in confusion.

“I'm talking about time, not money.”

“Oh. Imagine how convenient it would be if you could buy time. You and I would live for a long time.”

“And without me you'd be immortal.”

She goes white. “No, don't say that! I wouldn't want to live forever if I didn't have you. Don't say such things. Gives me nightmares.”

You smile sluggishly.

“It’s not funny”, Hedwig scolds you sadly. “I don’t want to live a single second without you.”

“I know”, you say and change your smile to a more comforting one, than a teasingly, to calm her nerves before she started panicking and locking herself in her own thoughts.

“I will get sick now too”, she suddenly says and blushes. “But it’s okay, I don’t mind getting sick if it’s from you.”

You start to cough and Hedwig hurries to pat your back. In frustration over feeling like a walking zombie, you hide your face into your hands.

“It’s okay”, she comforts you. “You’re going to be okay. It’s just temporary, sweetheart.”

“I fucking hate being sick”, you mumble in a whine.

“I know, I know. B-But isn’t the warm water helping?”

“A bit. I’m not freezing, and it’s a little easier to breathe, but I still feel … heavy and trespassed.”

“Trespassed?”

“It’s like something is living in my body … and I want it out.”

Hedwig pets your head. “It will disappear but you need to give it time, darling. Now, should I wash your hair for you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she cups her hands into the bubbles and pours the water over your hair, making sure not to get it in your face.

“I’m sorry that you have to take care of me like a child”, you apologize.

“I will always take care of you”, she says calmly.

“I have a test next week … I hope I’m well before that.”

“You will be. But if you aren’t, you shouldn’t go. I won’t allow that. In fact, I don’t think that you should leave the bed at all until you’re well. I will help you with everything.”

“You have to go to school. Both of us can’t miss or we’ll both fall behind.”

“My friends will take notes. I will stay with you. I will take care of you.”

You wonder if she wants to stay home because she actually wants to take care of you … or if she can’t bear to spend time apart from you. You know how paranoid she gets every time she can’t cling onto you. You’re like her lifeline.

“Who … do you think it was that made you sick?” Hedwig asks as she carefully massages your scalp with a floral scented shampoo.

“I don't know”, you reply. “Maybe that Eric Nelson boy? He coughed the entire week.”

“How inconsiderate. I should talk to him-”

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure he had his reasons for coming to school even if he’s sick.”

You cough again. Hedwig opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again and continues to massage your scalp with the bubbly shampoo. She continues to wash you until you’re squeaky clean. You’re tucked into the bed once again with Hedwig measuring up pain killers for your fever. The chef sneaks into the room with the chicken noodle soup and your heart sinks. You’re not the slightest hungry, but you’re unsure if you have the energy to fight Hedwig about that. But if you eat, you’ll most likely throw up or explode. So carefully, you try to eat a few spoonfuls. She watches you intensely. You wish that she could look away, just for a second so that you could breathe.

“Are you okay?” Hedwig asks worriedly. “Do you need to lay down? Do you feel worse? Should i get something for-”

“No, I’m good”, you say, poking around in the soup with your spoon. “Just not very hungry.”

“You need to eat. Here, let me help you.”

Before you have the chance to say something, she has started to feed you again, just like she did before. Her hazel eyes glow with worry.

“Hedwig, I will throw up if I eat too much”, you say.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” she almost stutters.

“No, I just need to do this in my own pace. I don’t want more for now.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

She sighs, gives you one final look and then nods, giving up. Hedwig takes the bowl out of your hands and tucks you in again, making sure that you won’t be able to use your arms. She holds her hand on your warm forehead before letting her hand travel down to your cheek, caressing it gently.

“You’re so precious to me”, she whispers seriously. “I wish that I could take your pain away from you, I wish that you never had to feel any pain at all.” Hedwig kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m never going away, you’ll never have to be alone.”

She looks so sweet, talks so sweet … and yet you can’t help but shiver and let your eyes wander off to the window … and gaze at the trees swaying free in the wind.

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froginninjago · 5 months

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In season 3, episode 1, we find out that the Ninja had been teachers for (what I view as) an undetermined amount of time.

I just think we should talk about this more. I know we talk about when they were students, but what about teachers? Anyways, here's my rants-

I feel like none of them would have really been overly strict teachers, but they'd definitely have wildly different teaching styles

Kai- I think he was a history teacher. It may not be canon, but it is to me. He's probably one of those teachers who doesn't enforce rules unless they're necessary. You're breaking dress code? Alright, just fix it before you leave his class so you don't get him in trouble. He's probably also one of those 'bantering and having inside jokes with the kids'. I know he's usually hotheaded, and it's a defining personality trait, but I feel like that would be dialed down a lot in a classroom. His assignments are usually ones that make you think, and have a small bit of freedom to interpret how to do it, but not much.

Jay- Definitely an English teacher. Goes off on some off topic rants sometimes, but is mostly pretty good. A lot of students think they're sneaking things past him, but he just doesn't call kids out unless their breaking overly obvious rules. He also lets kids eat in class. Assigns a lot of digital worksheets, but he tries to keep them interesting. He also tries to keep his classroom a pretty stress-free space, and has a lot of personal decorations.

Cole- He is some sort of arts or PE teacher. I will not take criticism. His students like to say he's embarrassing, but he's definitely towards the top of a lot of people's lists. He's one of those teachers that people feel like they can tell anything to. Which makes sense, because he'll usually help if he is able to. He also keeps snacks in his room, and makes sure everyone knows, because they're open to all. Doesn't assign many worksheets, and will grant extensions as long as the rules allow.

Zane- Math teacher. I feel like he's the only ninja that would be interested in learning and remembering all of the rules to math, especially higher levels. Really strict, but not on purpose. If a kid gives him a good argument for why the rule is being broken, he'll let it slide. But if you're just breaking a rule? That's going to be a strike. He's one of the people who assigns a lot of textbook reading for how things work before going into the actual theories.

Nya- Science teacher. At this point in her character development? Probably not a great teacher. Which is fair, because it's mentioned that the students (mostly the boys) don't pay attention to her teaching, staring at her instead. But I feel like she tries to be a good teacher, she just loses her patience a lot. She manages to keep the outbursts small when she does though, and usually holds it off until lunch. But she definitely tries to do a lot of labs and interactive activities.

#ninjago cole #ninjago headcanon #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #lego ninjago headcanon

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smokeitm · 1 year

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the first band pt. 1

No, I'm not counting middle school concert band. No Sausage is the first band I joined. As I remember it, Cap'n Brutal approached me while I was in art class. He'd come along with Robert Bones, and they asked me if I'd like to join them for the high school talent show. They were my friends, though I'd forgotten that in the haze of what I believed to be deserved self-hatred and isolationism (toxic, yes. I was 16. I like to think I've grown). I said yes, I could play guitar. At the time, I'd been plucking Rammstein riffs on an acoustic that once belonged to my stepsister. I'd taken maybe 8 lessons when I was younger.

I knew I needed to get an electric; though my/my stepsister's guitar had a 1/4 jack out, I couldn't bring a grandpas guitar to a rockband! I asked my math teacher, Charles Squatparrot, if he had a line on any cheap guitars. He'd been my go-to during lunch and when I didn't understand math, which was often, and I'd seen guitars in cases lying around his office. Charles Squatparrot told me he had a "knock-off Korean Fender" (I believe these were his exact words) that he'd bought for a gig that required a black and white theme, but that bass was his main gig. He said I could name my price. I asked how much he'd gotten it for; he said $100.

I showed up the next day with a $100 bill, one of the two I'd stashed in a shoebox. He seemed a little disappointed; I wonder now if he'd have appreciated a card, or a sentimental gift more. But now I had an electric.

I showed up to rehearsal at the end of the week. It was a warm, sunny day, and the choir room was humid. As expected, Cap'n Brutal and Robert Bones were there. Also there was the Dread Pirate Jakoba, one of my middle school bullies and Blonde Charlie the Feared, friend of Robert Bones.

They'd told me the others would be there. I'd wanted to join the band anyways. Call it luck, or the fact that we were a little older, or the fact that I had my friends to back me up, or the fact that we were all connected in some way to one of the other members; I never had a problem with the Dread Pirate Jakoba again. We had a strange coming-of-age conversation with him after one of the practices, though the exact details are lost.

The main issue that day was that Robert Bones and the Dread Pirate Jakoba were already slated to play guitar. We couldn't have three guitarists, could we (you can, we just didn't think of it)?

"You could play bass...?" I remember either Robert Bones or Cap'n Brutal saying. I said something to the affirmative. Guitar and bass; they're basically the same, right? I remember thinking, or maybe saying. Bass is just easier. The choir director, Admiral Chaz, was kind enough to let me borrow his 5-string tiger print bass for rehearsal. He’d built it as a gift for someone. I don't know why they didn't have it instead.

That day, we played along to the three covers we'd selected, easy punk rock and indie songs from artists of significant notoriety. Blonde Charlie the Feared was a beast on drums. Cap'n Brutal glanced at the lyrics on his phone while mine ran the tracks through the PAs. I followed along as best I could; playing guitar had prepared me somewhat for bass-playing. I was familiar enough to understand tabs, and navigating the fretboard was an easy translation. But I wasn't prepared for the roughness of bass strings against my plucking fingers. I can't remember if I continued plucking or if I switched to a pick. I do remember that I ordered a 10 watt sawtooth amp and a cheap no-name bass off Amazon that night (if you can avoid it, do not buy gear off Amazon. Go to your local music shop, even if that’s Guitar Center. Try craigslist, and meet in a public space in broad daylight. Or better; ask your friends or family if they have one already, though none of mine did).

We rehearsed for a week, maybe two. Charles Squatparrot remarked that I was now playing bass despite having bought an electric. I asked him for bass tips; he told me he used the thumb of his fretting hand to press and hold the top string sometimes. I’ve never found practical use for this personally, except when my other fingers need a break.

Sometime before the talent show, Admiral Kristy, the theater director, came by to parse our lineup. Robert Bones asked if he could have a chair and a music stand for handwritten tabs. Admiral Kristy said something to the effect of “this is rock and roll! There’s no sitting in rock and roll!!” I don’t think Robert Bones got his stand nor chair.

The performance was a blur of lights, sound, and applause. I’ve no recollection of the actual event beyond flashes of light on blackbox theater and snapshots of the other acts. I’d played Admiral Chaz’s bass because I feared I’d mess up trying to convert to my new blue four string.

If I’m remembering correctly, Admiral Kristy and Charles Squatparrot both played as well, though in separate acts. There were at least 4-5 other acts.

I stayed until 10-11pm to help Admiral Kristy with teardown.

#seattle #diy punk #grunge #queercore #punk rock #music #queer artist #queer music #musician #seattlemusic #guitar #bass guitar

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placesthatchangedpeople · 1 year

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Kurn Hattin Victim and Witness Testimony

Kurn Hattin Survivor and Witness Testimony

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MsTrekkie - September 11, 2000 - The story of Kurn Hattin does need to be told. My parents were house parents there for 10 years. Kurn Hattin does have an impact on the town of Westminster, at least it did when I lived there. The staff kids attended the local schools (Westminster Elemantary and Bellows Falls Union High) and a lot of the staff were part of the local church. The kids that lived at Kurn Hattin deserve to be acknowledged. It may not be a pretty story, but none the less it does exist.

Lewis Oliver - I hated it there also and definitely do not want to go back. I have few to no memories there as I have blocked most them out.

Shane Richardson - I know some of us boys at Turrel were consistently abused by Mr. Beau/Bo (sp), on several nights he filled in for the Kinville’s and Mr. Clint Plante. From verbal abuse, to physical. Middle of the night wake ups, to being forced to stay awake late at night, to only get up shortly for school. He dumped milk on students in the Cafeteria, jammed toothbrushes into students mouths, sexually gawked at female students and teacher. Dude is a real piece of shit. Even forced me into IHS for no reason, several times - only to try and defend myself against Mrs. Basin and her slaughter of anger towards people. I very specifically remember being thrown down the stairs by him, then having a vacuum tossed at my head while I was at the bottom. It took me stealing the phone, and hiding in a laundry cub under blankets calling my parents to get help.

Shane Richardson - Unfortunately it’s many years too late. I was there in 2005. I was physically and mentally abused, for nearly a year by a house parent. I was thrown down stairs multiple times, hit over the head with brooms, spit on, grabbed by the throat, wrists, and arms, and many other things. It started a couple months after I started there, and my mother never listened - always said I deserved it. Well it took a 3am phone call of me hiding inside a dryer with the phone calling my Grandparents for help, because the house parent dragged me out of my bed at 2:15 am and made me scrub the bathroom floor with my toothbrush, with bleach. The whole time he was smacking me with a broom handle. I was out of there a week later. Mr. Fahner tried to help, guidance counselor Mr. Parrick, and other house parents never listed to us. They said they’d “handle it” but it kept going. Surprised this guy never killed one of us. I hope he’s still not there.

Cat Moonsong - I know from personal experience, and from the stories of my Kurn Hattin "sisters" (who were there longer than I was and experienced far worse than I did) that the 80s (and early 90s?) had a lot of abuse at the Girl's campus. There were abusive houseparents, and there was abuse done to younger girls by the older girls. I can personally say that at least the headmistress knew about, and covered up, many things reported to her. I don't know if she reported to the upper administration and was covering things up under their direction or if she was acting on her own. I'm also certain many abuses never got reported to her at all. The youngest girls were scared to death of being a "tattletale" and what would happen if anyone found out we told. I'm not one of the people that came forward for the article posted, I had put this all behind me years ago. But I won't let people say it didn't happen. I'm proud of whoever it was that did come forward.

Heather Dow - The teacher's use to force me to pray or I wouldn't get to eat at all.. if I didn't eat they would give me a vitamin instead, which that's not breakfast/lunch/or dinner.. on top of being locked up all the time n they always allowed perverts around the children. The only person that was kind to me was the art/horse back riding teacher. This school is a joke n does nothing to prepare you for life (you come in a child n leave a child if your there your whole life) I got lucky, I was able to convince my uncle to get me outta this school.. why would you want to send your kids away anyways?

Dick Ryan - That said, no straps at Dickie Cottage, but at Ainsworth and Main yes - getting hit with “Old Betsy” was normal and expected if you were way out of line. For any clinicians out there - my trauma came from having to take cold showers while washing out my sheets in front of everybody after I had wet the bed - something out of my control- and not being able to eat breakfast six days a week because I wouldn’t take three bites of hot cereal(for five years) - also out of my control as it made me vomit.I’m assuming the standardized punishments I received in the 50’s were gone by the 60’s or 70’s.

Theodore Nichols- I was the kid that was badly picked on for 7 years, 66-73. It was so hard i counted backwards from 850 days left to go right up to graduation.

Theodore Nichols -well the new house parents at Dickie where a bunch..1966. Very abusive. Kicking seemed to be the husband thing. I watch one kid (Michael Crowley) go flying into a shoe box and the nail ripped his nose right open. He kick a kid in front of me in 2nd grade cause he had to go pee during our punishment excersises. He couldnt keep his pjs up and they fell to the floor. When went to pick them up Mr Shepard scream leave them down. So for several minutes he keep trying to keep his arms straight out while butt naked. He then let out a 'I got to pee'. No response from the staff by now his arms so tired and his albows nearly touching his sides he pees. Mr Shepard sees it and kicks Tim so hard that he flew into the air..and made him come back to clean it up. Poor kid was only 6 years old. Now thats abuse and i could tell much more. Getting knocked side the head is nothing.

Theodore Nichols - oh my goodness. That would be sad. I ran into robin bishop back in 1984 at the bellowfalls boat dock. I used to visit Timothy Powers and even his older brother Jeff. Jimmy came up from Arazona and we had a ball talkin about all the crazy times at Answorth cottege. He has never felt good about his experience there and continues he say to persue his angerr. I know we had a few bad staff and back then we was to scared say anything. Sure wish we could go after the shepards i have never seen such cruel people an to think they even adopted a baby there.

Theodore Nichols - Christina Lagace i know a classmate who has tried 2 times to sue the school. He was a very popular kid and seems to be staff favorite. He also had 2 other brothers that went to the schoo. He is out to make lots money and with many of us that do have daily pain and reminders from horrific abuse I would block every effect to shut down this so important school. Not one school, not one milary barraks, not one family has ever gone with out something bad happening. Its just part of life. People are trying to shut down police for just a few bad ones..where do we draw lines! If only there was a big island somewhere where we could put bad people that can not come back....

Theodore Nichols - Its so hard to run something like this. I noticed things got a little crazy and though it brought up some deep feelings i think this can be a good safe outlet. I just hope this is not abused later since there is so much personal. Its like losing a family and then trying to find it back. I have had that happen so many times over the years and its so heart breaking when things just dont seem to work. I am so happy in my life right now but the people trying to get some kind of compensation out of the school have no clue that what they are doing is more destructful then all the abuse that went on there.

Theodore Nichols - This sure is bring out as much drama as the Floyd killing. I just hope people dont throw way this important school just to get something in their pocket. I am actually communicating with the worker investagating and they better not abuse my info. I only will help them if they garrentee that there is no monetary law suit. I had horrible experiencs too living there but not so bad to have it shut down! i dont mind if u share this

Theodore Nichols - Having spent from 1966 to 1973 i was abuse by staff members personally... I hated them that hurt me ... some bad people where abusing us behind their backs and we did not know how to deal with it.

Theodore Nichols - We had a very hard time with a few. 1966 Dickie cottage had the shepards that were very cruel. Anyone getting into trouble had to do excersizes for over any hour. If you pjs dropped you would be dropped for touching them. We would get tons of head nuggies. There also has been some child abuse but I can understand why that is keeped down.

Theodore Nichols - It took me over 5 years to even drive by...U later guys had it made. A new swimming pool. Small bedrooms instead of sharing 18 in one. No more getting black coal dust up the nose [from shoveling coal]. No more head nuggies from staff for any kind of noise.

Theodore Nichols - Crimson Oreilly I went to Job corps in Virgennes. It was the old grounds of the Juvinile prison. They actually had a Metal roof building they use to put kid in if they were bad. I never had that kind of punishment. Once in 2nd grade Mr Shepard made me spend weeks digging out a tree trunk over to the left side of the baseball field. That was cruel..i can tell lots more.

Randy Logsdon I had many memorable moments both good and bad at KHH.

Ellen Adams - I know kids who went here even 25 years ago that expirenced horrific things.

Dori Frechette - Anybody remember mrs. stevens, and the yardstick? How could u forget the yardstick diva!!!

Theodore Nichols - Gosh she hit someone on the back of there hand one day with a fork or a butter knife. Whats really strange is she would take me to her home and was the nicest person there. She and her husband owned a farm and they had a civil war sword with blood still on it...

Jerry Bardwell - OMG...how could I forget her. HERE I COME!!!!!!!! We used to call her Babe Ruth!

Dori Frechette - JERRY, u just gave me a flashback!!! Mrs. Moore was a great teacher and so very nice!!! Mr. Benjamin, he was a perv, SORRY, made all of us girls VERY UNCOMFORTABLE!!! EWWW!!! I did forget about the Babe Ruth thing!! She hit me with that damn yard stick because I was twirling my hair in my fingers!!!!! It was a nervous thing I did back then! Mrs. charleton tried forever to get me to stop!!!!

Theodore Nichols - i have been sitting on what u where saying for a while..thinking back to his class.. Mr. Benjamin was a jokester with you girls...I remember he would say a girl could go to the bathroom and then she turn to go and call her back..i think he did that over 5 times once..

Dori Frechette - teddy, can u imagine, she would be arrested in todays world for the crap she did to us!!! I always wondered if the staff knew what she did!!

...5th grade teacher Mrs. Stevens. Anyone, and everyone you talk to from Kurn Hattin will tell the same things about her, and share similar experiences. She was foul, angry, physical, and vulgar. One of our favorite experiences with her was when a classmate called her a “Fucker.” She went absolutely NUTS! She screamed, “That’s true, I am a FUCKER! I have children! I Fuck my husband!” You have never a more silently stunned and mortified group of young boys and girls than appeared at Kurn Hattin Home for Boys on that day. Curiously, maybe her procreation laden outburst was the greatest lesson she could have possibly offered us in the world as it existed during the early 70's on the hills of Westminster, Vermont. Suffice it to say, …. no one ever called her that again.

Theodore Nichols - "Back in the late 60s some one donated a 12 land racecar track. It was put in the top floor of the infirmary and Mr Brown set it up. It had seats with real stering wheels and gas pedals. One time when i was sick in the infirmary me and someone else [Jerry "Leroy" Bardwell] had a pea shooting contest. I guess we lost because the nurse gave us relaxitives and then took away the toliet paper all those memories ...

Theodore Nichols - I got an interesting pill after 2 of us had mumps. We ended up having a pea fight and then the old nurse, Mrs. Moriglioni came in saw the mess, gave us some pills and then went over to the bathroom and walked out with the toilet paper..It was very mean. Thank god we got through it ok..

Kim Moriglioni - Theodore Nichols I will agree with you I saw a whole lot of it in the time we lived there.

Lance Williams - If A law firm is suing A boarding school (Kurn Hattin) for abuse and the victims, who are also clients, name non client victims as witnesses is it unethical for the law firm to contact them because it is 1) solicitation 2) unethical and 3) traumatic? A school in Vermont for at risk children, grades 1-8 called Kurn Hattin has A campus that Harvard would be proud of and only graduates 12 children per year. With millions of dollars going to this school are these children merely props? My opinion is that with millions of dollars going into this agency and graduating only 12 students per year these children are indeed merely props. Many of the teachers there drive nice cars and they all have country homes. The children who attend Kurn hattin come from disadvantaged backgrounds and when they graduate obviously go back to the disfuncional families that they came from. In other words they come from the gutter and they go back there to fail. Confucious said that `A child without A family is like A ship without A rudder`. They go back to where they came from with no effort to help them post Kurn Hattin. They can`t win. Kurn Hattin has also allegedly abused children in various ways from the 1940s through the 1980s my question is why is such A place allowed to exist and should something be done about it?. Kurn Hattin is being sued by victims of the alleged abuse. I believe that the children at Kurn hattin are, for the reasons stated simply props used for the enrichment of the teachers, director and board of directors etc.

Penny George - BA Information Technology, Harvard University - Local Vermonters, like me, who live close to the school, know what a horrific place that “school” really was. The school lost it’s license to operate in August of 2020, due to decades of allegations of physical, and sexual abuse of students. Many of the allegations have been proven to be true. There is, currently, a class action lawsuit in court. Many former students are suing the school because they were victims of some pretty awful abuse by staff members and other students. Thank God, it is no longer in operation.

Joshua Gross - Assistant Professor of Computer Science at CSUMB: Lance Williams, I think you're asking the wrong question. As a society, we have suddenly realized that certain kinds of systems create opportunities for sexual predators. As we individually uncover each case, we gasp, then pat ourselves on the back for having discovered it. We celebrate when an individual predator ends up in jail, or some victims receive compensation. In the 1980s, we started talking about sexual assault on children. Many television shows featured a "very special episode", which was almost invariably about either drug abuse or child molestation. Now, we look at certain people showing attention toward children, and then pat ourselves on the back again. We are being monstrously stupid. This has had zero effect, other than portraying some completely innocent people as "monsters in waiting" while hiding other instances of abuse. You assume that there is something special about Kurn Hattin, when there is no evidence to support that. Our moral panic has not resolved the issue, and history will not look up on it kindly. I don't have a solution to suggest; I'm a computer scientist, not a psychologist. However, I am unwilling to accept that our moral panic is either a legitimate response or sufficient.

Jack Bryar - Lived in Vermont (1998-2019): Kurt Hattin was one of the great, privately financed charitable institutions that gave abandoned and abused children a last chance. It was favorably compared to the Hershey School for many years. The problem with such places is they operate under the radar and their leadership starts to believe they are heroes, to the point that they stop paying attention to what is going on in the shadows. I have known many of the teachers there and most of them are heroes you’d be thrilled to have in your public school. But when administrators stop being vigilant about who they hire and when they fail to do proper background checks, then bad things can happen when abusers find their way in. And they do find their way in unless administrators are extremely careful. I had a bad experience with a funny priest at a parochial school many years ago. Truly great schools like Phillips Exeter have had abuse scandals come to light in recent years. And then there are the absolute horrors that have recently been revealed about the schools for Indian children in Canada. In a place where the halls are full of children that have been abused themselves, there is going to be abuse and bullying if administrators take their eye off the ball. This is not to excuse what happened at any of those institutions. But it is a reminder that problems of this kind were once all too common at private schools and all the hyper vigilance we see at today’s schools comes from a realization that reform was badly needed.

Jinger Tylee Ertel - Former CNA: But places like this still exists it doesn’t change very much over the years other than when the law forces it to.

Lance Williams - Reads A lot: Something is being done about it. Kurn Hattin is being sued by many former victims.

Stephen Phillips - MA Physics, University of Cambridge: It is not ALLOWED to exist. You are not ALLOWED to snort coke. You are not ALLOWED to beat your wife. If it stopped 40 years ago it is a bit late to do anything.

Timothy Richards - I remember mr. Miller very well! He slapped me across the face so hard it dropped me to my knees for not doing something I was told.

Theodore Nichols - oh my gosh..l wants to run and hide.. wow he [Main Building houseparent Henry "Hank" Rogers] was my night mare from elm street.."runs hand over the bumps still on head from knuckle sandwiches...."

Randy Logsdon - I have worse nightmares about him [Main Building houseparent/principal/coach Henry Rogers]. He was extremely physical with the boys and very hot tempered. If only you knew.

Randy Logsdon - The closest to any sexual misconduct by him was encouraging a male student to rub his shoulders during gym as in a shoulder massage, however it was in plain sight and not sexual. This was the student he may have dunked in the toilet for leaving a hair on the faculty toilet after he said he cleaned it. Now, we did not see it. We just heard the threat before it happened and heard the screams as he discipline him, (that is abuse if it happened, but not sexual abuse.) This man did punch, hit me. He twisted my arms, thumbs, squeezed my fingertips into my palms. He gave me nuggies, and pulled my hair. He pulled chairs out from underneath students while they ate. This man also would do all these punishments in front of the other students in order to gain more control through fear. This fear has affected me throughout my life. He also catered to the girl students allowing them to sit on his lap during classes.

MHBJ - I respected Mr. Rogers' fist!

Benny - There was a song we had to sing at Kurn Hattin. One of the lines was, 'Cheer for Kurn Hattin, to us so dear, we'll cherish fond memories so far we rove.' One of those many 'fond' memories was girl's department director Eleanor Ward admonishing me after being returned to the girls campus after a visit from my mother, who drove two hours to see me. I was crying. Mrs. Ward leaned down towards my face and hissed, 'Don't cry, or your mother won't want to see you anymore!' Thank you for that 'fond' memory Kurn Hattin.

Autumn Hensley - Chris Grullon Duane Miller was a child molester. Im glad that was the worst of it for you.

Chris Grullon - Autumn Hensley I was never alone with him. He gave me really bad vibes

Autumn Hensley - "I dont remember him that well, but my younger siblings do. All of the complaints were defended by Tom Fahner, and with over 25yrs as the Director... Im not convinced that Miller acted alone or that it was an isolated case. They're both dead now, so we won't hear their side and I really don't care to. I just hope something is done about it so it doesn't happen to anyone else.

Prudence Williams - Well.. she IS right.. Professionally, that wasn't the best way to go about the situation.. Unfortunately, Mr. Miller was seen as an "untouchable" (ironic term) by many of the staff considering his very long history with Kurn Hattin. But he was, in fact, a weirdo.. and had many complaints against him that were always overlooked."

Prudence Williams - Well.. just maybe take a minute to think about the situation of the person you're saying is being "insensitive".. A young man had to carry that weight around with him his entire life, all because of one deranged man.. and his superior who failed to look into it. Two people, whose mission was to better the lives of children in need.. that failed miserably in the case of this helpless child.. Two people that happen to be dead now. What should she apologize for?"

Autumn Hensley - "As a KH alumni, I had a great experience during my time there (1995-1998). However, as a sibling to a sexual assault victim whom was molested by Duane Miller in Ball cottage at KH, I'm disgusted by the administration! There were repeat complaints about Mr. Miller, but no formal investigation ever took place. Miller was a former KH alumni, and I find it very telling of the the KH history, sad & disgusting really. A place that was once called home to so many, is now forever tarnished by stories and articles such as this. Duane Miller has met his maker, but I pray for the victims and hope that anyone reading the article or posts comes forth with their report in effort to prevent it from happening to any more innocent children.

Bruce Merrill - Autumn Hensley Duane Miller was a terrible human being!! I'll never forget him telling me that I'll never amount to anything on graduation day. What a motivational message for an 8th grader! I hope he is rotting in hell!

Randall Reed - Mr. Miller was a physically abusive fuckin' douchbag, but he's faced his ultimate judgement! He had hit me quite a few times when I was there. Yes! I was a really hyper kid that had adhd, but it wasn't his place to lay a hand on me in aggression. Favoritism was played a lot by staff members when I was there!

Theodore Nichols - Out of curiousity. Dwyane Miller as a great friend for me during my divorse and his too talked with me about a time he did a dorm party raid at the girls with some of the boys and how he was trying to keep things at school fun level. Is this part of what you folks are talking about. He did tell me he had to resign after that...

Theodore Nichols - I would wonder what on earth happen. I grew up with Dwayne never seen him upset at anyone. If Dwayne was around others kids did not hurt me. Years later I was there for him going through his divorce and worked with him on some painting jobs. For a guy going through a divorce he never showed anger. He did have to do his job. When we were kids Mr Rogers would take his middle knuckle and bam u had a 1 inch bum and seeing stars. Usualy it was kids being me to me behind me and i would tell them to knock it off and bam i got it. If Dwayne had to get after someone they must have done something for him to need to stop what was going on..

Cecilia Gomez-Bingham - Christina Pratt girls had a much different experiences than the boys...I went there to in the mid 90's and had a safe experience. Come to find out years after that my friends that were boys there opened up and said they experienced abuse. The abuse that they experienced happened before I came. So I assumed happened to them at younger ages, maybe 3rd-5th grade. I was there between 93-95.

Cecilia Gomez-Bingham Sarah Thompson unfortunately it wasn't the girls that got abused. It was the boys. I went to KH, the girls I went with never had experiences like this but the boys weren't so lucky. This is not info we knew when there, I found out after I left when talking to my friends who were boys who went there.

Cecilia Gomez-Bingham Susan Nadeau ❤❤❤❤ so sad. Those children already went there because their homes were not safe and KH was supposed to be a safe haven and for some it was not.

Cecilia Gomez-Bingham Susan Nadeau I get your point but it didn't mean it didn't happen. I'm sure certain kids were targeted vs other kids. I was sad and horrified to find out abuse happened to my friends who were boys. They never said anything when we were in school together..it was years later that they choose to speak. I don't know all the details and don't which house parents it was as I didn't want to push to much as it was brave to even acknowledge it happened. But I has a great experience there, sad to know the experience some boys had was a nightmare.

Nancy Giroux - Becky, I guess your memories of our time there are much happier ones then mine. Linda Nay was the meanest person I have ever met and she made my life there a living hell. I do not wish to be a part of this site.

Alvin Ashlaw - I could say that corporal punishment worked, ..... look how we all turned out!

Mike Butler - Cecilia Gomez-Bingham I started working at Geka Brush in Brattleboro. I noticed the he was the maintenance guy so I quit. It was [Kurn Hattin houseparent] Mark Davis and he should of served life in jail. He damaged their lives and gave them a memory that will haunt them forever. The court system needs improvement.

Adam Pearson - He [Mark W. Davis] was in one of the cottages for younger kids. I don’t remember him at the farm. Anybody tried that at Farm he would have gotten his hiney kicked. I had to be interviewed because during the investigation he named me as a possible victim. He couldn’t remember all he affected I guess. I told the investigators he tried smooth talking me when I was in the laundry room folding clothes at Hubbard, but I just thought he was trying to be funny and laughed at him. He said quite a bit about boys in his cottage. Typical of predators. It’s all manipulation and euphemisms. Towards the end of our convo he basically offered to teach me how to “perform” something and I was like, “haha ok man, whatever.” I was about 6 feet tall at the time. He may have thought I was into that. He thought wrongly. He used to grab our butts in the pool if you recall. He’d say he would throw us in the air (by pushing us up in the air by our butts), in reality he was playing graba$$.

Adam Pearson - I read the article and the comments. I find the article highly unfair, as it paints the school out to be something it isn’t. My initial feeling is the people writing this are jumping on the everybody’s a victim bandwagon. The paper is only happy to dramatize things. This could really hurt the school. I don’t mean to say things didn’t happen to them. I’m just saying, why now? I was there from 89-91. I recall the infamous Mr. Davis abuse case. I was interviewed by detectives about it. He “tried” some of that weird stuff with me, but it was just talk at that point; I got an ugly glimpse of the homosexual predator, man - boy manipulation and grooming phase. I actually thought he was just joking around making dirty jokes, trying to be funny. Luckily, I was too old for him. Sick. Vermont is WEAK on sexual crime sentencing. That’s the main problem, not how KH reacted. From what I recall the school acted swiftly. In a different case, another house parent was removed very quickly for allegations of abuse; threatening to make us kneel on corn kernels. Haha, ok hoss. He was gone like the wind.

Adam Pearson - I do recall rough housing at the Farm. It was a different time back then, but the main guy, I’ll call him Mr. B [Bazin], could be a bully, and is the main reason I ultimately left Farm cottage. I spoke to Mr. Fahner about this years later just before his passing. From what I understand corrective steps had been made. While I do encourage former students to speak out, just remember that any newspaper will take what is said and amplify it beyond recognition.

Adam Pearson - Jennie Filiault True, but we can’t always hold people from 30 years ago to standards of today. Mr. B used to dangle us halfway outside a two story window and slap our chests. Or stick us in the manure spreader waist deep in cow sh*t. Thing is we felt it toughened us up and was in good fun (for the most part). The turning point for me was when I was really sick and couldn’t get up at 4am to do chores. I remember he kicked my bed and flicked his cigarette ash on me and said, “get up pu$$y!” That was cold.

Jennie Filiault - Adam Pearson I think that as I said before, time shows that we were wrong. Toughen us up or not, children who went there didn’t need to “toughen up” because they had already been through enough. What they needed and continue to need is love and support and a stable environment.

Jennie Filiault - I do remember each child having their own personal issues coming in, and some houseparents playing favorites and very clearly pointing it out... it didn’t help children especially like me who had abandonment and neglect issues. Hopefully some of that has stopped, and I’m so so sorry for those who have experienced any sort of abuse at the homes.

Stephyn O'Leary - I was an outsider among most things, mostly due to my own making but bullying was a huge issue that was widely over looked, especially when the largest of the bullies were often the obvious favorites of certain staff. Favoritism ran rampant there, especially if you were a star member of the sports teams.

Randall Reed - When I was there, there were some house parents and staff that loved playing favorites knowing that each individual student was dealing with their own issues. They would just confine you to your room just so they didn't have to do their job or deal with you. Also Dick "Head" Long can go fuck himself! No wonder Lisa divorced your drunk ass! Like I said if you weren't one of his favorites, he would run his big fat fuckin cocksucker behind your back to other students and staff.

Eryn Kainu - They need to stop locking children in a tiny room for hours on end they did that to me. It is abuse!

Melisa Taylor - Sadly, I’ve heard of allegations of people that still working there today!

Lou Capo - MelisaTaylor. Please speak up to someone. This article was about past abuse. if you know of something going on currently or a staff member that is working there this is what needs to get out and to be known. Thank you for speaking up.

Bobby Guthrie - I did have one bad incident at KH, nothing like what they’re talking about. I did have a staff member crank my arm so far back it pulled nerves in my left arm. I still have issues with the arm today. That staff member also never worked another day for KH after that.

Christian Gordillo - Thanks to kurn hattin I'm an atheist. Forced to kneel and forced to go to church that was my wake up call. Thanks to kurn hattin never step foot in a church again, god bless.

Brenda McLean Thomas - Laurie A Pawelczyk was my sub... I reported her as being too aggressive and that something was OFF about her. The Girl's director did NOT want her gone as she turned out to be their SPY on all the house parents. Unfortunately, she LIED about ALL of us and I BEGGED the psych department at KH NOT to allow her to stay but they would NOT listen to me. She ended up doing so much damage to my girls... I should have gone to the police but it was only a gut feeling and rumors and I trusted KH to investigate. After Laurie's death, I met with her husband Andy who confessed that she indeed had SERIOUS MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES and he was sorry that no one discovered that earlier. When all of the teachers, the assistant psychologist, other house parents AND some parents all came forward to defend ME when I was to be put on probation via Laurie's spying... Dr. Maysillas told my then husband and me that he KNEW I did nothing wrong but he was "the General and Laura Blair (the director) is my person on the front lines" so shortly after serving out the three months of probation... I QUIT my position. Some of us house parents tried desperately to protect our charges and grew to love them like our own. Often Peter and I stayed on campus to keep an eye on our subs as well. But the administration closed ranks quickly in these situations. My heart breaks for those who slipped through the cracks because of those in charge.

Jennifer Capo - Mrs pawalzic was extremly mentally abusive to us. She got a thrill out of scaring us, torturing us and making us cry. I will never ever forget how she treated us and how i cried myself to sleep every night because she was so incredibly cruel to us. She would force feed us until we threw up, make us sit in a room together on our hands in complete silence for days on end and not let us use the bathroom, and if we moved or our hands got numb or we tried to readjust how we sat because our hands hurt, she would scream at us and call us names, tell us we were there because we were little pieces of shit and our parents didnt want us, the list is endless of the way she went out of her way to make us suffer. She made me stay up all night once forcing me to eat and when i told her i couldnt do it and i was trying but it was making me sick, she went and got another spoonful and added it to my plate and told me now i had to eat more. I sat in the dining room at cone cottage till 1 am as she continued to force me to eat and everyone else had gone to bed.. when i got sick at around 2 am and i knocked on her door she ignored me for several hours, then came out and called me a little pig, refused to give me anyrhing to clean up with and told me to go sleep in it. I went in and slept on the floor instead Then she finally gave me a towel hours later as the sun was coming up, i guess because she didnt want anyone to know what she did. I slept on the floor and she refused to help me. I was in second grade.

Brenda McLean Thomas - Jennifer Capo I am so so sorry that you went through this, Jennifer. I did BEG the Psych Dept NOT to hire her and in fact FIRE her before I quit KH for the last time in the '80's. Later, I discovered from her husband that she was indeed seriously mentally ill. She should NEVER have worked there! Mrs. Blair used her as her "spy" when she subbed but there was never any reason to hire such a crazy person. I am sorry, also that you won't be able to punish Ms. Pawelczyk as she died in a car accident some time ago. You should contact the lawyers investigating KH's cover ups... Again... I can't tell you how my heart aches that they refused tp listen to me and hired her to torment you vulnerable girls.

Jennifer Capo - Brenda McLean Thomas thank you . I was so young i just thought thats what boarding school was like and i never even thought to speak up . I just thought it was normal and I began to believe her, that we were there because our parents didnt want us because we were bad and we deserved it. What happened with mrs pawalzic wasnt punishments for not behaving. It was just her fun to torture us and make us feel horrible and sad. I blocked this out for so many years until now all this coming up ...she left a devastating impact on my self esteem, my sadness, and my well being. I was always so sad.

Marcia Day - My sisters and I were at kurn hattin,back in early 1960. When we went there we had long hair,they cut it real short like a mens haircut. durning the winter they would have a window open,and we only had 1 blanket on the bed. we wernt alone to close the window if we were cold. When it came to mealtime ,if there was something we didnt eat,it was save for the next meal until it was gone off our plates. There was a girl there ,who had problems of wetting the bed,they would get her up and make her sit in a tub of cold water. I remember one time when I didnt eat something off my plate, It was on my plate for 2 days,they would not give me anything else to eat. On nights in the winter when the window was open it was freezing,I got up and shut the window. They punish me and made me sit up all night in a chair in the dark in the dining room all by myself. I hated it there,I wanted so bad to run away from there,but couldnt leave my sisters. I am glad they are invesigating this place.

Ray Upton - There are around a total of more than 80 known victims. Within the last 5 years, more than 20 boys and girls were involved in the above-listed abuse. From 1940 to 2019 there have been over 60 known victims. Research has shown that the known victims only represent a portion of the total. Men especially very rarely talk about abuse of any kind in any setting. If and when they do talk it can be 50 to 70 years after the abuse. It was 60 years ago that my own abuse and my many secrets started at KH. I experienced multiple forms of abuse all four years I was at KH. The most common threat that is used to keep boys quiet is that the abusing boy says I will tell everyone you are gay. Also, some boys just stay quiet without the threat because they know that just doing sexual things with other boys can make everyone else think they are gay or bisexual. That alone is why a lot of boys never say a word. I can tell you that from my own personal experience.

Leila Shāe Crosby - Not that my opinion matters - but as a person who WAS assaulted - amongst others that I know who were at this place with me - its still wrong... Maybe it hasn't been going on as long as this article is stating - but as a victim - know that it has happened before.

Leila Shāe Crosby - Jennifer M Ellis I was there in 2013 - 2014 - i got assaulted - and they gave me an OCS for 4 months because the girl was lying and saying i assaulted her - when i didn't - thankfully, they figured out the girl was lying and they let me back - but put me in a different dorm - which led to my roomate molesting me with 2 other girls in the bathroom - after she had made me self harm with her - and proceeded to tell me if i told anyone she would kill me, she hid that sharp in my dresser before we walked up to the school in the morning - without me knowing - and when we got up to the school i told on her - and they proceeded to contraband our room - and found the sharp in my dresser that my roommate had hid - and they ended up kicking me out of the school - forcing me to go back to my abusive bio mother - and the girl totally got away with everything.

Leila Shāe Crosby - Not alot of the staff cared for me because they either taught my mother or went do school with her - and didnt like her and i guess and didnt really get time to know me because they were probbably afraid I was just like her... Only to find out - I'm nothing like her.

Ashley Rich - Had a housemate try to flush my coat down the toilet and because it was my coat I was blamed. Totally set up. Along with our house parent having a sexual relationship with one of my housemates that a lot of people knew about but no one ever did anything.

Roberto Villalba - I sound ignorant...lol. so tell us, what do you know about KHH?? Since you absolutely know what goes on and are glad this is coming to light.

Christa Harty - Roberto Villalba You sound ignorant. If you know anything you should know sex offenders don’t like audiences.

Roberto Villalba - I attended decades ago and rhose who have attended know how small the community is, everyone knows each other. I can't fathom to think such a thing happened. I refuse to believe it..

Christa Harty - I’m so glad this is coming to light.

Roberto Villalba - Christa Harty we don't even know if its true!!! This is one of the worst piece of generalism I have read in a while. It literally looks like they're casting bait to see if someone bites. This is awful.

Bill Gorsky - So I just read that article for the first time and my mind's kind of blown. I don't know why I keep letting myself get sucked into this group where it just becomes so stressful. so according to that article and I know not all the article may or may not be correct it's Vermont digger I don't know anything about them but I do know that as a state mandated reporter you do have 24 hours understate law to report something and if it's not reported you broke the law so if the school broke the law it needs to be shut down straight up. you know it's too bad that all of the amazing things at Kern hatton has done for so many children gets totally erased by these bad things that are have happened and continue to happen. do you have people from the 50s and 60s coming out saying this stuff people from the '80s coming out saying this stuff people from the '90s 2000s and 2015 this place needs to be shut down.

Bill Gorsky - Heather Hunter I will give you an example: a child refuses to eat his eggs because he doesn't like them and he goes to his bedroom The house parent comes storming out of his apartment runs down the hallway and we see the child being pulled by his hair down the hallway literally being pulled he slammed to the table and then he's force-fed the eggs. I'm leaving all names out and all parties involved I will say that the house parents were gone a few days later this is an example of physical and emotional abuse that may or may not have been reported to DFS. But we can't sit here and say without knowing for sure oh well every instance was reported to DFS because I know very well that my broken arm wasn't reported to DFS and I know that other things that happened were not reported so were they known about Yes where they handled internally.

Bill Gorsky - Adam Pearson not all kids had blissful status at kh the abuse from the 80's is real. For some of us, we lived the horror movie that was kh. For others it was the best. Please be careful not to judge what you don't know. I'll take this offline and message you.

Bill Gorsky - Dana Mylott I remember that shit pile well. Adam Pearson, I remember Mark Davis well as I was there 83-87. Victims do need to come forward but not here. Where would victims go to tell there story?

Bill Gorsky - Mike Butler the article was written because the state of limitations no longer applies. That means that as abuse victims come forward, the truth can finally be told.

Bill Gorsky - Randall Reed I never saw Dwayne Miller raises voice or hurt a soul but at the same time I never saw Mark Davis abuse anyone either and he's in jail or was in jail for it so each one of us have a different experience but that doesn't mean it wasn't any more true for you or for me or for anyone else. we shouldn't discount our brothers and sisters just because it seems unbelievable because like I said I never thought Mark Davis could hurt a soul or would hurt anybody.

Bill Gorsky - I am not surprised to see this finally come out. It's been too long for those who have been abused.

Bill Gorsky - Heather Hunter so .I agree with most of what you said Heather. I don't think that the response that kurn hattin gave was sufficient and it is definitely not an apology. I have yet to see an official apology to the victims and maybe that's because victims are still coming forward. More and more victims are making their voice heard. There are people who have had absolutely horrifying experiences and there are people who had an absolute amazing experience and then there are people who have had a mix. I think an effort needs to be made to encourage abuse victims both physical and sexual to come forward in a private forum or maybe a private one-on-one form with an investigative team. Changes have to be made in the future to safeguard children. Those of us who went to KH did not come from model homes model parents and the best situations. The last thing that these children needed was to be victims of more abuse. I love my school KH will always be in my heart. It was home and it was family but at times it was terror and frightening for a lot of us but at times it was loving and friendship and brother and sisterhood.

Bill Gorsky - I know that mandate reporters have a hotline that they can call well maybe children should have a hotline that they can call and anonymous hotline that they can call and say hey I've seen this or hey this happened to me. I can tell you back in the '80s nothing like that was ever offered to us kids.

Michael J. Kirkey - Um, wow.. never thought I'd see this day. It's taken many many years of therapy to come here. To discuss kh. There are two pressing matters in my life right now. 1. My connection with terra-trestrial.. (did I spell that right?) Lol I think I might've invented a two part word here.. ta da! Probly not. 2. The other kh is my.. um.. stressful? No, um.. its catastrophic life experience.

I forget exactly. But I saw a familiar face from Erich Von Daniken web site. So then I felt a little braver. Shit he might not even be real.. hahaha. I'm funny. Please dont react to much. I've come this far. Must take small steps with this.. with both. Well no, not terrestrial stuff. I'm fine to share that. So, um.. the (um) is because I'm thinking. That's what I'm saying in my head. So I saw this guy here from fb. Well, I guess this is all fb. But EVD site. U probly kno that. I'm a member of Erich von Daniken Facebook group.

I dont want to over whelm anyone, myself included. When I think of what happened to me, myself & i.. um, uh, I, cry everytime!! I am I guess a big thick badass viking looking dude.. that crys, when.. i.. think back. Ok! Our house parents, mr. & mrs. Sheppard would, i peed the bed. My punishment was to be, put into a box.. the TV came in. then they would put the top back on. mr.shepard would have the kids walk around it.. hittinging it, singing, hold on. Uh, singing, London bridges falling down and um.. pocket full of posies we all fall down?? Or was it, around the mulberry bush??? There were a few of those kid rhymes he made the kids sing. The best part of that. Was that there were hand holds on the sides of the box. And every sunday I had to go in the box for peeing my bed.. Haha Haha..

Uhm, Dickie cottage got the TV just before my brothers and I got there. That was the box I was in. ANYWAY, we had 1 channel to watch once a week. Sunday nites. While most kids got to watch disney, I was put in the box so I wouldnt be able to watch disney. But! I could see the TV in the next room from the finger holes. Hahaha! Um.. yeah the show was called "The adventures of Rob Roy" it was original first hand Disney. mr. sheppard never found out. Oh god, it would've been worse. But that wasnt the worse of it, ya know, beatings, forced corporal punishment. Lots of fun.

Heres the kicker to me. The very day after we were abandoned by our mom. But the next morning, we were in line to walk in the bathroom. mrs.sheppard told us all to be very very quiet.. because mr.sheppard is a grumpy bear in the mornings so shhhh. Well, my little 5 yr old mind said self, I know what mr.shepard needs. A nice big smile.. I guess he was around the corner waiting to ambush us kids. I come in sight of him walking towards him. Then I let loose the sweetest little boy smile that I could muster mister.. and, he hauls off and punches me in the side of my head.. I thought I'd grown wings for a sec. My very first concussion. My first time flying indoors.. well, I didnt really fly.. I more or less went skidding on the floor and hit the wall. So it was SQUEEEK..THUD. HE USED TO KICK ME REAlly really hard.. that's when i literally flew from one side of the room to the other, look ma, no wings.. haha..... Oh my god, look at the time.

Um I hope everyone is ok out there. I dont know who to pray to.. So I pray to my creators, and to the energy of the frequencies of this universe that we inhabit. The universal energy that all of us are made from. And on that level I dont have to have a nother face to cause me happiness or sadness. And the universal energy "NEVER HURTS ME."

Wow, my mouth runith over. We were there from 1966 to 1969. My three brothers and I. Ok I should go. Oh yeah, I have Attorneys that are, I hope going to help me get compensation. I dont have alot of time left. I would like to buy a mobile camper and go see my family. Or just travel and see the sights. Everybody knows what's going on. It's going to get alot worse. This the calm before the storm.

This is my other plan. Screw my family, they left us at fking kh!! Fuck em'!! I'm buying some property up a mountain somewhere build a cabin.. Then inside it, dig straight down. And carve out a small sanctuary for who ever the hell wants to come, pitch in of course. Everybody will be flooding the area's to our south. All the influxes of illegals will be taking over land. I mean, TAKING OVER PEOPLES LANDS!! Where will the residences go. Up north. Up here. They'll be wanting our lands. So what's left??

Go make your home underground. In a frigging mountain. It's been done. Is being done as we, I speak. This is what I'll try and do. First time I'm talking about it. I see the future. It's TRUE. Dont matter if I'm believed. Irrelevant. I'm very integrated with an indiganace alien presence. Since before I was born. They've given me as much trouble as I've given them! There is lots I have to say on this subject. Good nite, mjk Gregor infjp peacepeeps.

Jerry Bardwell - Todd Leclair ... The other houseparent you are thing of was Mrs. Kondrot. She had a daughter Druscilla...not so pleasan memories of those two.

Todd Leclair - Also I think I have similar memories of Mrs. Kondrot. I remember the little doors in the dorms that opened from the houseparents apartments and she would yell at us to go to sleep from the third floor. What were there, 24 kids in two bedrooms?

Heather Hunter - Also, since when did the cottages in Westminster have 22 students? I saw that and was like... ummmm???!!!??? Again VT digger in this article is “fake news” and obviously not checking ALL its sources nor honoring those that wished to be not mentioned or taking “sound bites” to make their article fit their agenda.

Fact Check - Heather Kampfer Hunter, President Kurn Hattin Alumni Association and Kurn Hattin Homes Incorporator - "Fake News?" "Not Checking Sources?" "Fit Their Agenda?" Who's agenda? Heather Hunter's agenda? Kurn Hattin's agenda? A Kurn Hattin Incorporator's agenda? Dickey Cottage had 24 boys in addition to multiple children of houseparents and co-houseparents, totaling up to at least 27 children in total in Dickey. Ainsworth crammed 18 boys into a crowded dorm, stinking locker room and moldy gang shower, in addition to houseparent's children. Main Building housed 28 boys in addition to houseparents children. Those are what are known as facts Heather Hunter. You may want to confirm a few facts yourself before denying the truth and experiences of survivors and spewing your venomous, victim-blaming, vitriol all over the internet.

Heather Hunter - But evil is everywhere.

Heather Hunter - Bill Gorsky it’s mostly about the issue and false reporting of how the DCYF license was relinquished. We all know there are evil people in this world and unfortunately some ended up working at KH throughout the years.

Jewels Wilson - I understand the victims pain 100%, but bringing it up again is only serving to hurt the amazing work that tons of staff have done to help hundreds of kids like myself become better and have better situations. And it threatens the ability for them to keep helping children in the future. It makes me so sad that one terrible person can denigrate and demonize the amazing work of hundreds of people.

Jewels Wilson I completely agree. I went there for 7.5 years (2000-2007/8) and had nothing but good experiences. And I am definately not saying these victims are lying. I never would. Im just saying there is no way i will ever believe it ...

Stacey Michelle - They abused my son years ago.

Amanda Pike - I had an unprofessional and horrific experience with this boarding school in 2018. After ME reaching out to multiple social services for supports for my sons and within my home THIS was my last resort.

Randy Wade - Amanda Pike unfortunately my child encountered the same thing when she was there. I trusted them in the beginning and I pulled her out of there when she revealed to me what they did at that school. I filed a report to the police, DCF and the family court and they didn't even do anything. They knew this was happening and they still didn't do anything. I can say more but it's way too much to type on here.

Randy Wade - They abused my child and I told DCF about it in 2014 and they did nothing

Jessica Lee Smith - Why the hell aren’t they shutting it down permanently?! You’re gonna tell me especially in today’s day and age, in the midst of extreme cancel culture , the children coming forward isn’t proof enough ?!!! How disgusting! And THIS is just one school...

Klara Charlton - Textbook predators of the vulnerable who have no voice. This is not just Vermont, nor simply KH, and every institution should be examined.

Paul Cannistraci - Sick

Jacquie Simoneau - I guess I don't see how it's a burden if children's lives have been effected by what happened to them while at KHH... How rude, just saying!

Lucy Katharine Baldwin - So sorry Kurn Hattin is burdened by this challenge. Caring for children at this time of Covid is hard enough.

Nan Bigelow - DEVASTATING: young innocent children were abused & molested.......they were helpless. A child treated well does not negate the damage to the abused children......KURN HATTEN ALLOWED CHILDREN TO BE ABUSED.

June Hardy Sumner - This was a very hard article to read, I actually could not get through it all, got about halfway and was so angry and disgusted that I just had to stop reading. Thank you to all the brave people who came forward and told their stories. I run a community page and posted this last night, the comments quickly got out of hand and I decided to turn off commenting which angered some people. There were people who actually were defending this school, which I find hard to understand, they were claiming their children went and succeeded there and had no problems, but my response was that they were lucky, and if even one child was abused, that was too much and this place needs to be held accountable. We are hearing of a lot more children which had spanned decades. Everyone who worked there and knew this was going on and said nothing, needs to be held accountable and publically shamed. Sorry, but if we do not protect our children things like this will keep happening. Bring as much attention to this as possible, even if things happened over decades, we need to know about it, it just shows the years of abuse that went on as people kept quiet.

Scott Frank - Covering up child sexual abuse makes you just as guilty through enabling.

Crimson Oreilly - Okyaa so maybe stuff happened 30-70 years ago but that's so old half those people are dead. Staff students soooo unless they find victims from recently it's not gonna go anywares

Adam Pearson - I just read all the articles in this link. It’s sounds NOTHING like what I experienced. I don’t know who Carter is, but Jesus. That sounds horrifying. It’s like I’m reading the script of a horror movie. Something just doesn’t add up. I’m not saying that about Carter or anybody else who has come forward. Believe me, the last thing I would do is question the validity considering I got rolled up into this back when I was there. But I just can’t get past the motivations of VTdigger, and other media and authorities. It all comes across as some Machiavellian glazed hit piece.

Ray Upton - WOW - has anyone else read the news article that the Vermont Senate is going to be holding investigation hearings about the abuse at Kurn Hattin? A few months ago when I first read the KH statement on the KH website I was shocked and dismayed. That’s why I joined this FB group. I wanted to read about it firsthand from alumni. I also Googled (Kurn Hattin sex abuse) and read all the articles, I could not believe what I was reading. The Kurn Hattin Legacy website has loads of documents and information. I thought I was the only one that had KH secrets. Now I know I am just one of the few that have had my own KH secrets.

Ray Upton - With affection, I have always thought of KH as my only real home when I was growing up. And throughout the past 60 years even with my secrets, I have also had lots of good memories and good dreams about my four years at Kurn Hattin. For the majority of about 70% of alumni that never experienced any form of abuse and never knew that any of it was going on, that is great, it all went well for you. That is good and the way it was meant to be. But for some of us, this hurts in a very bad way beyond description. All of the information I have read is available online. The Kurn Hattin Legacy Survivors website has provided the most detailed information.

MarcJas - Today I was telling my youngest child why I don’t sleep with pillow but always have it on my bed and keep things in my pillowcase like my phone, a mini baseball bat and little trinkets.

I explained that when I was in boarding school I couldn’t speak English and they treated me poorly. The pillow case was my only personal space and I would keep weapons there to defend myself in the night. I explained the staff would grab me and shake me. I explained that this girl in Cone cottage even though she was in 3rd grade would beat me, wake me in the middle of the night and molest me and make me stand in her room for hours.

She made me drink capfuls of nail polish remover (I’m convinced my liver disease is from this) if she was unhappy with the massages she made me give her. Even though I told my mother, they said I was lying and they would tell me I was a liar because I would never be more than breeding stock. In 7th grade my best friends ear drum exploded and she was screaming, they took her away and never told us what happened to Deborah. I thought she died but as an adult I convinced myself she was released.

There was a counselor named Claire. I hope she cries herself to sleep every night for what she did. She made it so no one believed me. Your website is proof I wasn’t lying. Kurn Hattin is directly responsible for my cptsd and I hope it burns down. That place was a nightmare and I hope they close it down.

After I spoke to my youngest I wondered if anyone had come forward and I realized the state conducted an investigation and found this website. This is the first time I have spoken or written Kurn Hattin since I escaped that place in the 80s. Thank you for your work to give us justice. I hope you never set foot on that disgusting campus.

A. Bliss - I can only hope that some good will come out of this in some way. As an advocate for survivors, I feel my capacity to make real change is limited. The thing that keeps me going in despite what I view as a mostly broken system, is that somehow, someway I am able to make an impact on those who are able or willing to receive my support. Sometimes I fail, but sometimes the feedback I get makes me feel like what I am doing is valuable and worthy.

My job consists of a lot of baby steps, but taking on the entire state of Vermont is a HUGE undertaking, and one I deeply admire you for. However, I am absolutely sure that you have made a million smaller and deeply personal impacts on a lot of people, and if nothing else, I hope that stays with you and warms you when this big cold ugly world tries to wriggle its way in.

You, my friend, are a doer, not a sayer, and I admire you for that as well.

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inctlife · 2 years

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Daddy-Daughter Day | LJN ~ Hani

genre: fluff

phrase(s): 50: “daddy’s little girl!”

age: Hani = 12 / Hoon = 13 / Haon = 10

warnings: none

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“Okay, I’m going!” you announced, “Haon, come on.”

“Coming!” Haon called, running to where you were at the door and quickly pulling his shoes on.

“Jeno? Hoon’s at his friend’s house, Haon’s coming with me today, so you and Hani have the day to yourselves.”

“Okay,” Jeno smiled, coming to the door and kissing your cheek, “have fun you two.”

“Bye Dad!” Haon waved, taking your hand and walking our the door with you.

“Dad!” Hani shouted.

“Yeah?” he responded, as he was walking back to the sofa.

“Can we go shopping today? I really need some new shorts for the summer,” Hani said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs.

Jeno shrugged, “okay! I’m not doing anything else today. Where do you want to go? Anywhere specific?”

Hani shook her head, “maybe we should go to the shopping centre so I can just have a look around. Ooh! And then we could go out for lunch!”

“Shall we?” Jeno asked, slightly surprised, as at 12-year-old, he was half expecting his daughter to want to be dropped off, not have a day with her dad, “come on then, are you ready?”

Hani nodded, pulling on her shoes at the door as Jeno grabbed his keys, “let’s go to the Lotte World Mall first, we can always go somewhere else if you don’t find anything.”

Hani smiled, jumping in the passenger seat of the car as Jeno began to drive off, “okay!”

“And what do you want for lunch?”

Hani thought for a moment, “I don’t know! Let’s just go and see what they have there.”

“Okay,” Jeno chuckled, “we can go to Starbucks when we arrive if you want.”

Hani squealed, there’s nothing pre-teens love more than a non-caffeinated Starbucks drink, “thank you!”

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“Thank you, Dad,” Hani said, as they sat down in the restaurant, bags and bags of shopping at their feet.

Jeno tutted, “for what? You’re my only daughter, of course I’m going to spoil you.”

Hani giggled, “I really need to do my homework when I get home though.”

“Don’t think about that now,” Jeno laughed, “I mean - think about it at some point but right now look at what you’re gonna eat.”

He tapped the menu and Hani laughed, opening it instead of worrying about the future.

“How old were you when you became a trainee, dad?” Hani asked, still scanning the menu.

“13,” he answered casually.

“Wow. That’s only one year older than me,” Hani said.

“Well I debuted when I was 16,” Jeno said, “why?”

Hani shrugged, “I was just wondering.”

“I was kind of surprised you wanted to come together, by the way,” Jeno said, taking a sip of his drink, “are you sure you didn’t just invite me for my card?”

Hani laughed, “no! I promise!”

Jeno smiled, “of course not. You’re always a daddy’s little girl kind of daughter, aren’t you?”

Hani blushed, “Dad, stop it!”

“That’s more like it,” Jeno laughed.

“Dad,” Hani started, after the waiter had come and got their orders.

“Hmm?”

“What do you think about me becoming a dancer?”

“A dancer?” Jeno repeated.

Hani nodded, “not an idol. I can’t really sing or rap, but I love to dance. My teacher said I was really good.”

“Well I know you’re really good, I’ve been to your shows!” Jeno exclaimed, “I’ve got to be honest, I’m glad you haven’t said idol, but even being a dancer is hard, baby.”

Hani nodded, “I know.”

“One injury and your career can be over,” Jeno added, to which Hani nodded again, “look, as long as you continue your studies and make sure you’re qualified to do something else if dancing doesn’t work out, then I’ll support you whatever you do.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hani beamed.

“You’ll have to talk to mum, also. But I’d love it if you were a dancer, Hani-ya. Just like me.”

Hani smiled, nodding, “just like you.”

“We can go to a shop after lunch and get you some new dancing outfits, then. Do you want to get more lessons?”

Hani nodded, but bit her lip, “I’d quite like to attend SOPA, actually.”

“SOPA? My old school?” Jeno asked, Hani nodding, “well, I suppose we can go and have a look around. We really need to talk to your mum though.”

Hani smiled, “you’re the best, dad!”

Jeno smiled, pinching her cheek, “just work hard, okay? So where do you want to go after lunch?”

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ichigoromi · 3 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 | 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Oh boy, it's Suna time.

Been some time since I've written any Haikyuu because I'm still waiting for season 5.

Hope y'all enjoy this!

Pairing: Suna RIntarō x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre (s): Romance, fluff

Warning (s): none!

Enjoy this, my loves~!

Suna Rintarō

Suna Rintarou is the first friend that you make in high school.

You guys are not in the same class, but you met him at the convenience store near the school where you two fight over the last packet of chuupet.

In the end, you two shared the snack together and became friends.

Like him, you were not from Hyogo but instead from Hokkaido, and he was from Aichi.

He was there to play volleyball while you were scouted to play Kyudo, the martial art of archery.

Instead of eating with your friends in class 7, you would head to class 1 with your lunch and eat with Suna and Osamu.

During your off days, you would drag him out to explore and get some food.

While you two were out, he would help you take photos, and he is quite the photographer.

You're pretty straightforward and honest, and not gonna lie, you were developing feelings for him.

So, you confess your feelings for him in your second year; you didn't get rejected but didn't exactly get an answer.

You two would start calling each other endearments, and it was like an ongoing thing until your last year of high school.

And, as the third year of high school came by, the most anticipated day came.

The sports festival and you are signed up in a couple events too.

Before the events start, the class has to send representatives to collect the sports drinks that the school provides.

So you were one of the representatives to collect for your class...

"Sweetheart, let me help you carry that." You immediately looked up to find Suna with a playful smile on his face.

He helped you carry the box of drinks and head towards your class first. Everyone in your class was sending each other looks as Suna walked towards your class with their drinks, and you were empty-handed.

He was about to walk back to the collection point, but you followed after him.

"Why are you following me?" He stops in his tracks.

"To help you, Babe. I'm returning the favour." You linked your arms together and headed towards the collection point together.

Your cohort knows that Suna is off-limits since everyone (except his fans) was anticipating that you two would officially date after high school. But, the second-years and first-years girls who liked him are kind of jealous that you two were exclusive to each other without dating.

The teachers were secretly rooting for you two since they have seen you two grow in these three years.

You tried to help him carry, but somehow, you managed to trip over your own feet, and Suna wanted to hold you to prevent you from falling.

But...

You plant your hands on the wall...caging Suna between your arms and your lips on his.

You just reversed kabedon Suna and kissed him by accident.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologised and ran away as fast as you could.

Suna touched his lips, where your lips were just on, and the tip of his ears turned red, and the other students who saw it turned their heads away. He calms himself down and carries the drinks back to his class.

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The sports festival ended, and you were ready to head back to your apartment to crash and also to avoid Suna after that embarrassing accident.

But you didn't get too far as Suna prevents you from going home and get some ramen with him.

It's free food, and you can't resist free food, so you followed after him.

The shop owner knows you two and sat you guys at your usual table and got your order.

When the ramen arrives, you dig in first because you were starving.

"You know...that was my first kiss." You choked on your noodles, and he handed you a glass of water to soothe your throat.

After you calmed down, you fiddled with your fingers nervously.

"Eh...I didn't know that was your first kiss. I'm sorry." You apologised, and he shook his head.

"You don't have to. I'm glad that it was you that took my first kiss." He confessed, and now you two are a bunch of blushing mess.

Gosh, graduation day couldn't come any earlier.

//*Bonus* Timeskip part!//

"It's the lovebirds who are late, again!"

You and Suna arrived at Osamu's restaurant for the reunion. Atsumu already started on the alcohol and was already tipsy when you two came.

"Eh, Tsumu, we just flew in, and we had to freshen up at the hotel. Don't be so whiny." You poked his cheek and sat down with Suna.

His arm remained around your waist as you all caught up with each others' lives. You're now working as a history teacher in high school and Suna, he continued to play volleyball professionally.

"Oi Suna! When's the wedding date?" Aran asked him, and he looked at you.

"We're still discussing the dates. Our parents got a couple of dates picked out for us. Anyways, we're not rushing. What about you guys?" They all shook their heads.

The diamond ring shone under the lights, and the guys are still kind of surprised that Suna is the first one among them to get settled down first.

Everyone was having fun catching up with each other, and you were slowly getting tired, so you snuggled closer into Suna's embrace.

"Are you tired? Want to head back to the hotel first?" You shook your head.

"It's been some time since we've seen our friends! I want to hang out a bit longer with them." He nods his head pulls you closer to him.

"Okay, but just tell me when you want to leave." Suna pats your back, and you nod your head.

This man, he got you whipped for him, for life.

Who's a simp for Suna? Us! I hope you guys enjoyed this headcanon! I have been busy with school, so I am not writing as much when on break! So thank you for understanding if I don't post as much often!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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ptergwen · 3 years

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only you and me

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: angst, mentions of weed, and some swearing

summary: whenever peter tries to tell you how he feels, harry gets in the way

a/n: ahhhh hi my loves! my mini writing break is over :,) life has been just a mess for me and i’ve been way more critical than usual about my work but i’m doing a little better and ready to get back into everything! this helped me a lot so i’m excited to share it with y’all <3 it’s also my first time writing harry osborn so lmk how i did lmaooofwfjj but yeah pls enjoy

“dude, she’s right there! just tell her!” ned whisper yells to peter, elbowing him for emphasis. they’re hidden behind a wall to watch you at your locker. you’re grabbing books while betty rants to you and mj rolls her eyes. “not now. she looks... busy,” peter gulps, gaze trailing down your body. he always finds excuses to put off telling you how he feels.

or rather, excuses find him. something comes up every time he gets the courage to do it. he has no idea why he’s so scared because he’s pretty sure you like him back. pretty sure. there are a few reasons why you might not. also, plenty why you might. you stay up late texting most nights, and you’ve even flirted a couple of times. it never fails to make peter blush. he trips over his words whenever he tries to flirt back.

he’s had feelings for you since the first time you two hung out alone. none of your other friends could make it, but you happily took him up on his offer to come over. you grinned through his whole apartment tour, asked about may and what she does. when peter showed you his room, you even complimented his movie posters, much to his surprise.

“really? you don’t think they’re, like, dorky?”

“no, peter. your interests aren’t dorky. everyone likes what they like.”

and, he liked you. he knew it from that point on. you’d know it too if the universe wouldn’t keep stopping him from saying that.

“she’s so...” peter pauses for a second. him and ned watch you pull betty in by her shoulders as if you’re going to kiss her. she dodges you, mj pushing her back, all three of you giggling about it before you grab betty’s hands and give her words of encouragement. “cool,” peter finishes, turning back to ned. “i mean, how she puts herself out there like that.”

“what’s stopping you from doing the same thing?” ned points out with a knowing smile that peter returns. you make it look so easy. whenever you’re comfortable around people, you can let go of any doubts you have. you stop worrying about what they might think and instead do what you want. it’s inspiring to peter, and heart warming getting to be one of the people you’re fully you with.

he wishes he could apply your wisdom himself.

peter shakes his head, staring down at the floor. “oh, you know. anxiety, fear of rejection. that fun stuff.” “so, yourself,” ned concludes, clapping peter’s backpack so hard it makes him stumble forward. betty and mj wave goodbye to you before heading to their first class. you’re still getting your things together at your locker. this is peter’s moment.

“come on, dude! y/n’s not busy anymore. you got this.” ned keeps his hand on peter’s back, adding on, “it’s been a year already.” “half a year,” peter corrects him in a mumble. he’s liked you for a really long time. “ok, i’m going. wish me luck.” he takes a deep breath and focuses in on you. “aw, dude. you don’t need it.” ned gives him one last pat on the back. “good luck, though.” “thanks, man. see you in trig.”

right as peter starts heading over, harry comes up behind you and covers your eyes. you squeal, jumping up and turning to him, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. he brings you into a hug where your face is buried in his sweater and probably inhaling his super strong, super expensive cologne.

that’s what’s stopping peter, harry freaking osborn. his own friend.

peter quickly loses the tiny bit of confidence ned gave him. he figures it might be better to hold off on his confession and get an early start to class. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. harry has already spotted him and calls him over.

“hey, pete! come give us some love, eh?” harry beams, an arm slung around your shoulders and you smiling up at him. you direct your smile to peter when he slumps his way to your locker. his lips pull into a barely noticeable frown. you notice. “there’s my guy. why so down, sunshine?” harry offers his fist for a fist bump. peter gives it to him, eyes staying on you.

harry osborn. where to begin with such a specimen? he’s the perfect combination of everything you’d want in a guy. he gets good grades, he’s a star player on on the basketball team, nice to everyone and makes you laugh, popular yet fits right into your small group.

he was friends with you before the popular thing. what kicked it off was him making varsity basketball while only being a sophomore. yep, he’s unreal. since then, he’s been balancing his cool life and also hanging with “the nerds,” as he likes to call you. he got his own feelings for you along the way. peter can tell.

he’ll give you rides home, compliment how you look, basically act like your boyfriend without really being it. it absolutely infuriates peter because he doesn’t compare to harry in the slightest. if he were you and had the choice between himself or harry, he would pick harry.

it’s been a factor in why he hasn’t come clean about how he feels yet. he’s not trying to create a love triangle that he doesn’t stand a chance surviving in.

“for real, peter. you good?” you ask him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “fine,” peter lies and musters up a smile. “i’m just tired. didn’t sleep too good last night.” you’re only more concerned now. this has been happening to him a lot lately. you search for his eyes. “again?”

“aw, man. you need something for it?” harry punches peter’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “i know this kid who-“ “harry, stop.” your words are serious, tone lighthearted. you throw your head back on his arm. “do you really know a kid?” “i’m not telling you,” he says in an overly happy voice, you humming the same way. peter feels like he’s third wheeling.

“i was telling pete.” harry looks at him expectantly, peter’s mouth dropping open while he thinks of what to say. harry likes to mess around. this is a different level, though. “no thanks. i- i shouldn’t. i’m-“ “relax, i don’t know a kid,” harry chuckles and points at peter. “your face right now.” it’s completely flushed. you knock into harry’s side.

“ok, well literally no one laughed. you’re scaring him,” you tell harry sternly. peter tugs tight on one of his backpack straps. he doesn’t feel like he’s third wheeling you two now. he feels like your kid. he’ll never let ned mettle in his love life ever again if this is where it gets him. “he knows i’m kidding, y/n/n. right?” harry checks with peter. you make a face at him that says you aren’t convinced.

he switches his arm from you to peter, drawing him into his side. “look, pete. i’m sorry. the only kid i know who’s selling is chocolates for his band trip.” you’re satisfied with that, grinning at both of them. peter forces a laugh and nods. “no worries, man. i gotta get to class.” “good boy,” harry lets him go. “bye, pete. we’ll see you at lunch,” you remind him. he gives you a tight lipped smile. “see you, y/n/n.”

you and harry continue practically spooning each other as soon as peter is out of sight.

what the hell is going on?

peter is back to being grumpy, plopping down in his seat next to ned. their teacher has the lesson plan pulled up on the smart board. ned looks from it to peter, almost jumping in his seat. “oh, you’re back already? how’d it go?” “it didn’t go,” peter huffs, copying down the aim. he’s only doing it so he doesn’t have to look ned in the eyes while telling him he bailed. again.

“you didn’t do it?” ned repeats, peter writing something about pi and a unit circle in his notebook. he bites the inside of his cheek. “you have to do it at some point,” ned sighs out and picks up his pencil. even he’s getting tired of this, and ned never gets tired of a good friends to lovers moment. “i think she likes harry,” peter says under his breath. “huh?” ned gasps.

peter doesn’t feel like explaining the extremely awkward moment he just finished living. although, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion. “y/n. he came over, and they kept hugging and whatever.” “they always do that,” ned almost scoffs, their trigonometry teacher moving to stand in front of the class. “yeah, but he had his arm around her the whole time we-“

the bell rings and cuts their conversation short. peter struggles to label the unit circle they learn about when his mind is filled to its capacity with images of you and harry all over each other. it’s not daydreaming. this is a nightmare. maybe, he actually will be having sleep problems.

peter’s morning is relatively decent after that. he gets to do an experiment with mj in chemistry, and she lets him take the lead for once. spanish is easy, health is okay, then he has a free period, then it’s lunch. things can only go downhill from here.

he thinks about hiding in the library until it’s over, but it’s the thought of harry eating your face that gets him to drag himself to the cafeteria.

flash is at the head of your table talking to harry when peter gets there. great, now he can’t eat his soggy chicken fingers in peace. “sounds dope. let’s go on the-“ flash stops saying what he was saying and nods at peter. “penis parker, you’re late.” peter takes his seat on your left, harry on your right. you glance over at him to make sure he’s okay. he acts like he doesn’t care, peeling open his milk carton.

“just text me later, man. get outta here,” harry dismisses flash, the two of them doing a bro handshake before he leaves. he’s well aware of his and peter’s history. he keeps them separate for the obvious reasons. peter appreciates it because saying no to flash is nearly impossible. he shouldn’t be so mad at harry, should he? he’s a good friend.

harry’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you closer to him. never mind.

“who’s up for sushi later?” he asks the table, everyone agreeing and saying how awesome that sounds. everyone except peter. you tap his shoulder with a small smile. “what about you, peter? you coming?” he realizes you’re all waiting for him to respond and puts down his milk. “uh, i can’t. homework,” he lamely answers.

“dude, we have homework, too. just do it a little later,” ned suggests, betty laying her head on his shoulder. you share a look with her, your eyes wide and a grin on your lips. that must have been what you were talking about this morning. she asked for boy advice. ned advice. why can’t this crap work out for peter?

“i really can’t. sorry, guys,” peter half heartedly apologizes.

he misses the disappointment that crosses your features because he’s pouting at his lunch again.

“homework, huh?” mj tests him, squinting as she takes a sip of apple juice. harry nudges peter’s side with two fingers. “you still mad about the sleeping thing?” “sleeping thing? what sleeping thing?” betty wonders while ned rests his head against hers. a quiet laugh slips out of you as you lean in to tell her.

“peter said he couldn’t sleep last night, so harry offered him...” you mime rolling a joint. “i said no,” peter clarifies, rolling his eyes at the inevitable teasing he’s about to get. none of you have even smoked besides harry. you’re being annoying about it. “of course you did,” mj sighs and kicks her feet up on the table. “unrelated to what y/n just said... harry, i have insomnia.”

everyone bursts into laughter at that, betty shoving her side and you pulling harry by his torso as he pretends to go into his backpack. peter wants nothing to do with any of this. he usually enjoys joking around with the group, even if it’s at his expense because it’s from a place of love.

today feels like you’re straight up making fun of him. harry might as well invite flash to join in.

“alright, alright, alright. enough of the weed talk,” harry decides, you removing your arms from him and grabbing your coffee. “you’re such a bad influence.” your voice drips with sarcasm. you bend the straw and take a sip while scooting closer to peter. “you really can’t come later? i feel like i’ve barely seen you today.” that’s on harry. “i wish i could, y/n/n,” peter exhales. “i’ll text you later, okay?”

you don’t get to answer because mj tugs on your arm, distracting you from peter. she explains how she has to do an art project on what it means to be a woman and needs help brainstorming ideas. you’re full of them, offering up an interesting perspective for her to use. peter smiles to himself as he listens in. you find a new way to impress him every day.

he should tell you that.

“hey, y/n?” “listen to her! you’re seriously my idol,” betty gushes, so loudly you don’t hear peter. not a single thing has gone in his favor at this table. he gives up.

peter locks himself in his room when he gets home from his overall terrible day. he does homework like he said he would, only taking a break for dinner, giving one word replies to may’s questions about school. he’d much rather be having sushi with you. he would’ve gone if the others didn’t.

after dinner, it’s back to grumbling and scribbling down answers. there’s a knock at peter’s door around ten o’clock, which he assumes is may saying goodnight. “i’ll be done in a few minutes, may! love you.” “it’s y/n,” you reply, the smile clear in your voice. his eyes go comically wide. that’s the last thing he expected to hear. “oh. uh, come in.”

you’re holding a small takeout bag, shutting the door behind you and walking over to his desk. you meet his twinkling eyes in the dim light that hits off his walls. from his open window, you faintly hear cars as they rush by and honk their horns in the distance, accompanied by a fresh breeze. it’s cozy, safe. it’s peter.

“hey. what’re you doing here?” peter questions, leaving his pencil in his binder and shutting it. you shake around the plastic bag. “i saved you a roll.” he bites back a smile, getting up from his chair. “may let me in. she was really chill about it,” you continue and hold out the sushi for him. “it’s a california roll. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, and everyone likes those.”

peter lets his smile spread out and takes the bag from you. “thanks, y/n/n. i was honestly hoping one of you would have leftovers.” you laugh softly, peter setting the bag down on his desk. he scratches the back of his neck. “did you guys have fun?” “yeah. i missed you, though.” you clasp your hands behind your back. “everyone did.”

“i feel bad i didn’t go. just... things felt off today,” peter admits the real reason he stayed home, you letting out a breath. “it was harry, wasn’t it? god, he was being so weird.” your arms drop back to your sides. “there’s a difference between playing around and actually upsetting people.” by people, you mean peter. no one else seemed too bothered by him. “i’m sorry, peter. i tried to make him stop.”

“no, you don’t have to apologize,” peter assures you sweetly, grabbing one of your hands. “it’s not your fault, okay? he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. the jokes landed.” he’s referring to ned, mj, and betty finding harry’s comments hilarious. you lace your fingers with peter’s and frown. “this isn’t like him. maybe he’s stressed about a game.” your gaze drifts off to the side, what you see getting you to perk up.

“is that new?” you ask peter, leading him by his hand over to a poster he put up recently. it’s for 13 going on 30. you showed it to him a couple of weeks ago, and he clearly liked it a lot. any movie that makes it to peter’s wall is a special one. “mhm. i got it literally right after you went home the night we watched,” he chuckles and looks over at you while you study the poster.

you turn to face peter again, keeping your hand tight in his. “were you gonna tell me something earlier? at lunch?” he’s confused for a second, then he remembers your ideas for mj’s art project. the fact that you cared enough to bring it up after all these hours makes his stomach do summersaults in the best way. he shrugs and gives you a smile.

“the stuff you were saying about femininity and how there are so many ways to define it,” peter starts, you grinning back at him, at how he took an interest in what you were saying. “you’re so smart, y/n. you make me wanna be better.” a light pink dusts his cheeks. “peter, you’re a feminist?” you coo, joking but genuinely wondering at the same time. he squeezes your hand. “duh.”

“i thought so,” you nod, taking in the rest of what he said. “you think i’m smart? i trust you because you’re way smarter.” peter pffts in response. “i’m only good at, like, physics. you’re good at things that really matter. smart in that way.” you’re feeling your own face get hot. you swing yours and peter’s hands back and forth. “why are you the nicest person ever?”

the answer to that, may, peeks her head into the room. “hey, kids. it’s getting late.” she notices your intertwined hands and shoots peter a smirk. “i thought you were a cool aunt,” he teases, you sadly letting go of him. “she is. thanks for having me over so late,” you tell may on your way to the door. “oh, stop it. you can come over any time.” she puts a hand on your arm. “thank you so much,” you murmur back.

you walk backwards to the doorway, may leaving you two to say your goodbyes. “wanna hang out only you and me? on friday maybe?” that should make up for everything earlier. “yeah, of course. friday is perfect,” peter agrees and bounces on his feet as excitement takes over him. “thanks again for the sushi.”

“no problem. goodnight.” it’s taking every last bit of power in you to not freak out. “night. text me when you get home.” he presses his tongue into his cheek. you slowly pull the door shut. “ok, i will. bye!” it closes, leaving peter skipping across his room to his bed on one side and you doing a little happy dance on the other.

the next day at school, everything is back to normal. honestly, better than normal. your hangout with peter is tomorrow, and he’s planning on telling he likes you then. he already talked it over with ned. he’s relieved it’s finally happening, especially since him and betty have their own thing. she’ll be taking up most of his free time from here.

your group is spending lunch outside today, lounging across a picnic table, surrounded by trees and the shining sun in a bright blue sky. mj sits on the table and has her feet on the bench, which would usually bug peter to no end. he doesn’t mind this time because it takes up enough room that harry has to sit with ned and betty instead of you. you lean into peter’s side and stab a piece of lettuce from your salad.

“it’s so nice out,” betty sighs, ripping off half her cookie and giving it to ned. “we should ditch.” “oh my god, you sound like harry,” you groan between bites of salad. peter lets out a breathy laugh, you looping your arm through his. he grins down at where you’re linked. harry crosses his own arms over his chest. “she wishes.” betty only nods because her mouth is full of m&m’s.

“nah, seriously. i’d take us out somewhere, but i have practice after school.” he speaks quieter than he normally does, less confident. your theory about him having basketball drama was right. “what did we tell you? talk about the sports shit with your sports friends,” mj complains, sitting back on her hands. she glances at harry over her shoulder and catches ned mouthing you can’t say that.

sitting criss cross, she spins around to face harry, unenthusiastically saying, “what i meant was, you sound upset. what’s wrong?” harry gets into it right away, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “coach says there might be a scout at the next game. it’s a really good opportunity even though i don’t have to worry about... college yet.” the word makes him cringe.

“oh, damn. that’s a big deal. scary,” mj snorts, turning back to you and peter. her behavior makes ned internally face palm. “that’s awesome, dude. you’re gonna play amazing like always.” he gives harry a high five, who smiles nervously in response. he’s never nervous. “thanks, bro. you guys wanna come and watch?” he’s never invited you to one of his games before either.

this isn’t a group of friends that likes to spend their weekends in bleachers while angry teens shout around them.

“definitely. we’ll be there to support you, harry,” betty answers for everyone, ned pecking her cheek in satisfaction. mj cusses to herself before replying. “if i absolutely must, sure.” only you and peter haven’t said anything yet. he’s been chewing his lower lip, and you your salad. harry looks between you two hopefully. it’s more so at you, which peter doesn’t like.

“y/n? pete? it would help a lot, i’m serious.” he taps his fingers on the table until one of you speaks up. you’re the one who does. “i’ll go. this is pretty huge, right? congrats.” you reach across the table and squeeze his shoulder while simultaneously tightening your arm around peter’s. he takes that as a cue. “i’ll go, too. happy for you, man.”

though peter isn’t currently in the best place with harry, he should show his support by showing up. it can’t be too bad since the rest of you will be there.

a loud, long chuckle leaves harry as he hops up from his bench and comes to yours and peter’s. he bends over and wraps both of you in a hug from behind at the same time. his arms are around each of your shoulders, holding you so close his cheeks are squished against either of your heads. you giggle at that, peter finding himself laughing along and reaching back to ruffle harry’s hair.

staying mad at him is one of the world’s greatest challenges.

“you’re saints, both of you. my angels.” he kisses the back of your head, then lays one right on peter’s cheek, leaving him blushing red and grinning. “what about the rest of us? i never go to shit like this,” mj huffs and seems genuinely offended. harry wiggles his eyebrows. “you want a kiss?” his offer gets her flustered, which she can’t manage to hide. that’s a first.

“shut up. i’m just saying... never mind.” mj glares at you and peter, ned and betty making kissing noises behind her. “someone change the subject.” peter steps in. “when’s the game, harry?” he asks, harry snapping and waving his finger. “tomorrow! cancel your plans, kiddos.” “like we had any,” betty retorts.

some of you did. that was going to be peter’s hangout with you.

ned smiles sympathetically at peter before betty is getting his attention. you‘re unfazed and rambling to harry how proud you are of him.

did last night mean nothing? was it an empty gesture? were you only doing it out of guilt? peter must have read your visit wrong. he’s been wrong the whole time he’s liked you. you don’t like him back, you pity him. harry is who you’re really interested in.

may always says he should trust his instincts.

peter pulls his arm from yours suddenly, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. you’re taken back because it’s so out of no where. you stop talking to harry so you can figure out his deal. “where are you going?” “bell’s gonna ring,” peter mumbles and picks up his lunch tray. he heads to the garbage can without another word or goodbye to anyone.

“i’m gonna go check on him,” you tell harry, already getting up from the bench. “you do that,” he acknowledges and calls mj’s name again.

peter tosses his mostly untouched food in the trash, seeing you make your way over from the corner of his eye. he tries to speed walk inside so he doesn’t have to talk to you. you’re too quick, cornering him between the door and brick wall.

“we still have ten minutes,” you state, worry flashing across your face. he’s avoiding you. well, attempting to. “what’s wrong?” peter gulps before saying anything. “my next class is on the other side of the-“ “no,” you cut him off. “what’s really wrong?”

he doesn’t feel like having this discussion. it’s bad enough he came to the realization his feelings are one sided. must he break that down for you so soon?

you toy with your sleeve while you speak because peter doesn’t. “i thought you and harry were fine again. i mean, he kissed you.” peter clenches his jaw so hard he can imagine the sound of it cracking. “it’s not about harry.” “what, then? what the fuck happened?” your sleeves are now balled in your fists. you hate it when peter does this angsty routine.

he keeps his voice low and calm so he doesn’t come off as jealous or hurt. he’s both of those things. “the game is tomorrow. friday. when we were supposed to hang out.” you meet peter’s eyes with nothing but remorse in yours. “i... i forgot,” is all you have to say.

you feel awful. he’s had a tough couple of days, and you fell through on your promise to cheer him up.

“clearly,” peter remarks, voice sharp. the way you’re looking at him makes him think he won’t like what’s coming. “peter, we have to go,” you almost whine. “i’m really sorry, i am, but this is a big night for harry. he needs us there.” peter stays silent. you’re twisting the knife deeper into him with every word. “i wouldn’t be cancelling if this wasn’t important.”

now you’re cancelling?

you reach for peter’s hand, but he shoves it into his pocket. that stings for you and him. “please, peter. we’ll hang out at the game, i swear.” this is the last chance you’ve got, so you pile it on. “harry won’t even be there, technically. he’ll... he’ll be on the court.” peter hadn’t thought about that. he lets himself unclench, starting to see the appeal. you add one more thing to lighten the mood and persuade him.

“i’ll buy you popcorn, all you can eat.” it’s that easy. cracking a smile, peter accepts. he’ll deal with his unresolved, unreciprocated feelings after he stuffs his face, courtesy of you. “you better. i’m gonna need it for this long ass game.” your face lights up, grabbing his wrist in both hands.

“so, you’ll come?” “i’ll be there,” he confirms. you throw your arms around his neck. he laughs into the hug and holds you by your middle. “i promise this’ll be the first and last game we ever go to,” you say and mean it. harry is lucky you’re even suffering through this a first time. “thank god,” peter exhales, resting his chin on your head.

that interaction leaves peter confused as hell. you’re crushing his mind and soul one minute, then hugging him the next. you were making him feel so special lasts night, and treating harry the same way today. it’s so jumbled that he isn’t sure if he’s in the friend zone or something more zone.

there are a ton of mixed signals coming his way, and he sucks at reading people as is.

he can’t take another second of this. he’d rather you come out and say you like harry already because it’s torture. knowing you don’t want him in that way would at least eliminate the possibility of anything happening between you two, and allow him to stop driving himself insane.

he’d be able to stop taking it out on harry, too.

the hold you have on peter, that you’re oblivious to, rules his every thought and decision. he’s constantly analyzing what you say to him, debating whether or not your affection is simply platonic. it’s been half a year of this madness, the night of harry’s game blurring every line so much more.

your group arrives a bit early to find seats and hype harry up before he plays. peter gets there after all of you because he’s not exactly in a rush to watch sweaty guys be aggressive. there’s only one upside, which is spending the night with you... and everyone else.

he steps into the gym that’s filling up fast with family members, friends, and the college scout harry was talking about. midtown has a different feeling to it at night. the smell of pencils is oddly stronger, and it’s a lot less intimidating.

cheerleaders are huddled in a circle while the team supervisor has them run their chants. the “leading official,” who peter thought was called a referee, takes his place off to the side. coaches give their players last minute instructions, players fool around with each other, a lot is going on.

peter scans the room for you, and grins a toothy grin when you catch his eyes. you’re sitting by yourself in one of the middle bleachers, only a bag of skinny pop in your lap. you return the smile once you spot him and wave him over.

“i don’t know why, but i thought they’d have an actual concession stand,” you explain the lack of fresh, buttery popcorn as peter takes a seat next to you. he catches the prepackaged bag you toss him. “it’s just a snack table.” “works either way,” peter hums and pokes the bag. “i’m not sure skinny pop is all i can eat, though.” “it’s good!” you defend the snack you chose for him.

“i’m kidding! you’re right, it’s kind of addicting.” he puts it by his feet for now and gives you a half smile. “you’re welcome,” you deadpan in a playful tone. “thanks.” he narrows his eyes. “where’s everyone else?” “right,” you twist around and gesture to the bleacher above you. mj is gloomily seated near the back. ned and betty are a few behind you.

“i told them to find their own seats so we can sit together, alone.” you look over at peter and move ever so slightly closer. “welcome to our friday hangout. just the two of us.” “aw, you didn’t have to do that,” peter laughs out, his knee bumping yours. “but, i’m happy you did.” he goes to put an arm around you, then harry comes racing up the stairs.

just the two of you didn’t last so long.

“y/n, i’m freaking out,” harry announces, zooming through your row to get over to you. he stops once he’s standing in front of peter and shakes him by his shoulder. “hey, pete. you made it.” “yup,” peter replies, pressing his lips together. you wince at his reaction, then quirk an eyebrow at harry. “you’re freaking out? why?”

harry sits down between you and peter, blissfully unaware of the moment he interrupted.

“i found the scout. he’s fucking terrifying as fuck. this super ripped guy, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” he talks quietly, like the man will hear him. “he’s not the only one,” peter says to himself, kicking around his bag of popcorn to pass time. you ignore him and grimace.

“shit. wait, how do you know it’s him? did they tell you?” you’re not sure how these things go. harry casually shrugs a shoulder. “dude has a clipboard. seems legit to me.” he gives you a cocky smile. “he’s also in the row before mj. that’s how i noticed. um...” his back now facing peter, he whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle.

peter’s face scrunches up as the spark of anger the past few days have lit reignites itself.

when harry pulls away, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, cupping your hand around his ear and speaking into it.

nope, no more. peter is entirely about to explode. you cancelled your plans so you can force him to watch basketball, you sweet talk him so he’ll let it go, and you’re running right back to harry after all of that? what the hell does that mean?

peter stands up from his seat. “y/n, we need to talk,” he demands, you moving away from harry to respond. “ok, gimme a minute. we’re-“ “no, we need to talk now.” you don’t have time to refute because he’s taking your arm and dragging you away. harry squints at you in utter confusion.

“um, have a good game! we’ll talk later,” you call back to him, walking with peter even though you have no idea what his issue is and aren’t a fan of how he’s acting.

he releases you once you’re in the hallway. you make a point of harshly yanking your arm back, a scowl painting your lips. “jesus, peter. i was having a conversation.” “do you like harry?” peter blurts out. you’re so shocked at his abruptness that you don’t give him much to work with, only, “what?” “do you like harry?” he asks you again, this time less accusing and more curious.

“do i like...” you’re too aware of the seemingly hundreds of people surrounding you to answer comfortably. “can we talk about this somewhere else?” “sure,” peter nods, letting you lead the way since he did to get out here. you two go down the hall and choose the first room you see, which happens to be the custodian’s closet. it’s thankfully unlocked.

things were tense between you and peter on the way over, and it’s physically mirrored when you step into the room, air thick and smelling of lemon cleaning supplies. you tug on the string hanging down to turn on the light. it casts a faded glow, leaving you in mostly darkness. you sort of like it. this feels more intimate, which is fitting for what you’re both about to say.

neither one of you knows where to begin. peter’s question is ringing in the back of your mind, and you could touch on that, but there’s more to it than a simple yes or no. you don’t have to worry about it because peter gets his words out first.

“i think harry likes you, and i think you like him back,” peter restarts, already sounding deflated by what he came up with. “he doesn’t, and i don’t.” you take a step towards him. “he likes mj.” it’s peter’s turn to be shocked. the hint of a smile sets on your lips. “that’s what we were talking about. harry asked if he should take her to dinner after the game, and i said yes.”

this is going better than he expected.

“mj is the one who likes him, not me,” you reiterate and watch some life enter peter again, a tiny bit. he’s coming around, and he wants to believe you. his trust issues don’t. “but, you’re so... touchy with each other. the hugging the other day?” he mentions. you tilt your head to the side in amusement. “friends can’t hug?”

to be fair, you hugged peter yesterday. that’s a point rightfully shut down.

“he calls you pretty,” peter tries, raising both eyebrows. you have to laugh at this one. “you call may pretty.”

obviously, peter’s analysis skills could use some serious improvements. it sounds like he had the right idea, wrong person. your relationship with harry is platonic. hell, he’s crushing on a whole different person. this actually opens up the possibility of you liking peter in the romantic way, of him being in the something more zone. he had it backwards.

in case peter isn’t convinced yet, and because you really want to, you use one more trick to prove to him you don’t like harry.

“do me and harry do this?” your lips speak for you, colliding with peter’s unexpectedly yet easily. he feels like he’s floating, like he’s in some sort of magical wonderland until it hits him that this is real, and he should probably kiss you back. he does so softly and tangles his fingers in your locks. his hand supports the back of your head as the kiss goes on.

you push forward so your bodies are almost fused together, the closest you can be while you hold his jaw. peter breaks the kiss for a short breather, going back in without more than a moment passing. this one is feverish, his free arm looping around your lower back, hand resting on the small of it. you let out a giggle against his swollen lips and stroke your thumb over his jawline.

he’s been waiting to do this for the longest time, but he doesn’t have to tell you that. it shows in how eager he was to reciprocate, his shyness blossoming into passion. you feel yourself melting under his touch, the kiss eventually becoming a series of short pecks. peter gives you the final one. his pink lips form a grin when you pull apart. your hands stay on each other, not in a rush to go anywhere.

“woah, i like you so much,” peter laughs out. the words roll off his tongue naturally. “you know i like you,” you drawl, smiling at him, a full body smile while you caress his skin. he winds both arms around you and dips his head down to steal another kiss. you’re loving what’s happening. however, you don’t feel like making out while dirty brooms stare at you. you should take this back home.

“wanna get out of here? i do,” you suggest, voice muffled from his lips. they detach from yours and brush your cheek gently. peter makes a funny face. “hm, i thought we had to come. harry needs us,” he says what you did yesterday, earning a groan back. “you’re joking.” “i’m not. what kind of friends would we be, ditching him like that?”

he’s going to end you one day.

“yeah, no. i have no idea how basketball works, and i’d like to keep it that way,” peter drops the act, pressing his fingers into your sides. “i’ve been so mean to harry. i was...” “a dick?” you finish for him. it’s more of a statement than a question. to soften the blow, you rub his cheek with the tips of your fingers. “yup. he’s gonna think i hate him or something if we don’t stay.” his formerly smiley face is frowning.

“harry of all people will understand after we tell him our reasons,” you reassure him, nudging under his chin with your nose. “besides, he has other things to worry about. mj, the scout. it’s fine.” peter considers it, ultimately giving in to you like he always does, resting his forehead on yours. “i guess so. less distractions for him, yeah.” “exactly. that’s what i wanna hear.”

having his approval, you unwind yourself from him and head to the door. his fingers wrap around your wrist gently. “what about my popcorn?” a giggle escapes your lips. “you’re still on that?” “you said all i can eat!” his voice comes out high pitched, adorably high pitched.

“fine. i might have those bags you put in the microwave.” you smile when his fingers lock with yours, peter kissing the side of your head.

“even better. let’s go home.”

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine

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iyumeu · 3 years

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but a wolf in sheep's clothing

...is more than a warning ♡

a more lighthearted companion of my yandere obey me fic spirit guardian featuring: a more violent, assertive (aggressive) MC premise: MC gets hurt by bullies. their demons get upset. MC realizes that they have the power of friendship and also incredible violence on their side. this is the origin story of lucifer's migraine. cw: uh not much, there's just a mild fight scene and also MC might have killed someone? probably not though.

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From the very beginning you had known that you were being bullied.

It was definitely nothing you couldn't handle. Acidic rumors, ruined belongings, isolation... Things that you thought you left behind in high school. You should've known that hell was just another version of high school, except it went on for eternity.

Everything came to a head, however, when some of the demons tried to bring you to a shady place and you refused. You knew what a tertiary location was, and you wanted no part in it!

The demons weren't happy with that and almost broke your arm but you managed to wiggle your way out and run off before any further damage could be done. Unfortunately, the blue-black imprints of their grip remained starkly visible on your hand, causing a large commotion to happen over dinner.

Mammon had been the first one to notice the bruise on your arm and immediately flew into a panic, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you vigorously. You held back your urge to wrap your arms around him tight enough to break his spine. He held your best interests at heart.

Once Mammon was content with the amount of shaking he had done to you, Belphegor was next, pulling your arm over to him and tracing a finger over the bruised skin. Beelzebub was sitting next to him, leaning over to catch a better glimpse of it. It was like none of them had ever seen a bruise before.

There was a sudden, loud crash and your head shot up to see Leviathan on his feet, bristling in anger in his demon form as his tail whipped around behind him. His chair was overturned, the source of the noise. Beside him, Satan was in his demon form as well, the cutlery in his hand bent and distorted from the strength of his grip.

"Who hurt you?"

Asmodeus was still seated with a smile on his face, but his eyes were glowing slightly, gaze fixed upon you as he asked his question.

"It was just some demon," you replied flippantly. "I don't know why but they seem to have it out for me."

"You mean that this isn't a one-off?" Lucifer asked. You shrugged.

"It's the first time things have gotten physical, if that helps," you offer. Lucifer closed his eyes with a sigh. Oh no, you knew that sigh. The I'm-not-angry-I'm-just-disappointed sigh.

"Why didn't you tell us?" he asked.

"Well, I told the teacher. They just told me to deal with it on my own." A low growl sounded throughout the room. You quickly continued before a fight broke out or something. "I also didn't want to be a bother, you know? It didn't affect me at all, honest. Most of the time, I just thought they were really funny."

"Did you..." Satan took a deep breath and the smile on his face stabilized. "Did you never think about getting revenge?"

"Oh. I was allowed to get revenge?"

Seven pairs of eyes turn to you.

"Yes?"

"Huh. I thought that I needed to be tolerant and shit because I was a representative of the human world. Okay. Good to know. Anyway, it won't happen again, I can assure you that."

Uncaring of the tension surrounding you, you went back to your food, knowing that if you appeared calm enough, your demonic housemates would follow suit. And sure enough, on your third forkful of demon's hair pasta, they all calmed down and continued their meal. Little did they know, it was the beginning of the end.

But not for you! ♡

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Mammon was sticking awfully close to you today, as was Beelzebub. They flanked either side of you like a pair of underworld bodyguards, rarely allowing you a moment to yourself. No matter where you went, one of the demons brothers would be either with you or in the general vicinity. Even Leviathan had gone to school, and it wasn't even mandatory for him!

You felt loved and protected and also incredibly frustrated. However, all good (?) things eventually came to an end and your demonic housemates could not look out for you forever.

It was lunch and, despite their best efforts, all of the demon brothers had been called away for one thing or another, leaving you alone to poke at your devil chili salsa potato wedges in the lunch hall. You waited for a bit and, as expected, the trio of demon schoolyard bullies appeared in front of you.

"Looks like your demon bodyguards are nowhere to be found," the lead demon mockingly. "And here you are, all alone and vulnerable."

You stabbed one of the potatoes and brought it to your mouth. It wasn't as good as Mammon's cooking but it was still better than Solomon's.

Frustrated at your lack of a response, the demon standing to the left of the lead one kicked your table, almost sending your metal food tray skittering off the edge. You quickly catch the glass of juice that did fall off the edge, fortunately without any spillage.

"Human, are you even listening?!" they snarled.

"Yeah I am," you replied. "I just didn't know what to say?"

One of the other demons grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to a standing position. It was the same arm that contained the bruises from yesterday and the rough treatment made you wince. They gave a snort of derision in response.

"Not so proud now, huh?" they sneered. You searched your memory for the words you used to say when you found yourself in such situations.

"Are you trying to harm me?" you asked, loudly. The cafeteria of demons glanced at you but otherwise turned a blind eye, as they always did. It didn't matter though, all you needed was for them to have heard your question, and the bullies' answer.

"I'm not trying," the demon said. "I am hurting you. And I will until you—"

With your free hand, you grabbed the glass on the table and smashed it against the demon's face. The glass shattered on impact and the demon reeled, letting go of your arm in the process. You wasted no time in picking up your chair and swinging it against the demon with full force and they flew into the, thankfully, empty tables beside yours.

"You— Get the human!" the lead demons snarled. You picked up your lunch tray and harshly brought it down onto the head of the demon charging at you. It impacted the demon's skull with a loud 'clunk' and the demon started to scream and claw their face. It appeared that some of the chili extract had gotten into their eyes. Oops.

You couldn't waste any time, though. The last demons, the lead demon, was fuming and making their way towards you. Lightning quick, you leapt onto the table and aimed a kick at their head. To your utmost surprise, the kick scored and the demon fell onto the ground. You jumped off the table and landed right onto the demon, making them shout in pain. Huh. The teacher wasn't joking when they said that that even you could deal with demons like this.

Still, you had to make a Statement. You had to reforge your Status in Demon High School as someone not to be messed with so as to deter any further bullying attempts.

So, you grabbed the demon below you by the collar and dragged them to the window. You hurled it open and then shoved more than half of the demon's body out of the window so that you were the only thing keeping them from a nasty drop.

"Wanted to bully the human, huh?" you asked. Your voice held no malice or anger. "Well, you should have killed me instead. Anyway, I hope you won't be bullying me, or any other human, ever again?"

The demon was whimpering, casting nervous glances at the ground below. Huh. You had a perfect quote for this, didn't you? You couldn't believe that an entire edgy teenager phase spent memorizing quotes you thought were cool would ever pay off like this.

"Perhaps you should worry less about gravity, who has already made up its mind about killing you, and more about me, who's still mulling it over."

The demon started to shake.

"I won't do it again!" they shrieked. "Please, let me off!"

You were going to pull them back in — you weren't going to kill them, that was illegal — when a loud shout startled you.

"MC?!"

You whirled around to see your demonic housemates standing around the entrance of the cafeteria, all staring at you with varying degrees of shock. With reflexes honed from years of getting into trouble due to fights, both of your hands shot up to either side of your head.

"It was self-defense, I swear!" you blurted out. Behind you, there was a scream that gradually got softer. Ah. Well. They were a demon and there was, like, a pond below. They would survive.

Probably.

#obey me x reader #iyumeu writes om #look idk what else to tag this #crack? it's mostly like self-indulgent #based on my personal obey me mc named kou #kou 'if you want to bully me you'd better fucking kill me while you're at it' omoc

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i-just-like-goats · 3 years

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Miya Atsumu x Female Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Inarizaki team have all placed bets on when you and your longtime best friend Atsumu will finally get together. Kita is close to losing the bet, time for him to step in.

It is known to all students at Inarizaki High that Atsumu was a lady’s man. Sure he wasn’t a womaniser or a player, but that didn’t stop him from breaking hearts everywhere he went. His mere dismissal of a girl would lead that girl to burst into tears, straight up rejections even worse. His casual flirtatious comments did not at all help with his reputation, leading oblivious girls to believe he actually held interest in them. How wrong they were.

Whereas you. You deemed yourself nothing special. Nothing too flashy, unlike a certain someone. You didn’t stand out in a crowd, and most certainly never attempted to shine or take the spotlight. You left that to your best friend.

Miya Atsumu.

“Hey could you-“

“No.”

“Will you please put in a good-“

“No.”

The first two girls had left, their hopes crushed, you felt relieved they had gone to class until another girl replaced them and effectively disrupted your short lived peace.

“Y/N!” She said, her voice oozed with fake sweetness.

“Do I know you?” You asked bluntly.

“We sit next to each other in chemistry, silly. Don’t you remember?”

“And?”

“So I was wondering if I could ask you a favour?”

“If it’s homework we had none. If it’s class work I’ll send you my notes. If it’s anything else; leave me alone.”

“I just need you to give this little gift to At-“

“Not interested.”

With that you swiftly walked away, which left the unnamed girl open mouthed with shock. This was the daily routine you had to put up with. Reject all of Atsumu’s fan girls who approached you in order to reach him. Truth be told it was extremely tedious, but you couldn’t really complain - after all you were the one who befriended him. It was a small price to pay for being friends with him.

“Hey I was wondering if you could set me up with Atsumu?” A different girl asked.

Scratch that it wasn’t small. At all. It was a big price to pay. Very tedious. Very irritating. Very time consuming. By the time you reached your first class - English - you were already exhausted and plopped yourself into your seat.

“Don’t you look wonderful?”

“Well you wouldn’t look so hot either if you had to fight off Atsumu’s admirers in the space of one morning.”

Osamu noticed your sharp tone and held his hands up in mock surrender. You shook your head at him and started writing down what your teacher was saying.

Lunch came around and you made your way to your usual table next to your best friend.

“There’s my favourite best friend!”

All eyes were on you as you made your way to Atsumu. Some looked with contempt. Some with envy. Others with anger. All harboured ill feelings towards you. He had that certain look in his eye when you walked over to him, like you were the greatest thing in the world. His smile widened once you took the seat across from him, Atsumu’s eyes sparkled with joy as though it was his first time seeing your face again. Suna scoffed at his expression, not before taking a sneaky picture of proof about how much Miya Atsumu was whipped for Y/N L/N.

“Where were you all morning! I missed you so much,”

“I was dying,”

Silence. Atsumu tilted his head in confusion. Next to him, his twin stifled a laugh.

“Bro, your girlfriend here was busy fending off the wild animals that make up your fan club. She had no time to see your stupid face, and the last time you saw her was yesterday,”

Everyone in proximity of your table tensed up at Osamu’s words. From the table next to yours, Atsumu’s fan girls glared daggers at you.

“Yesterday was ages ago,” Atsumu whined.

“That’s what you focus on?” You ask incredulously.

Instantly Atsumu’s demeanour changed and he glanced to his left.

“Way to go Osamu, now Y/N’s on their hit list,” Atsumu said dryly.

“Well if you didn’t flirt back none of us would be in this mess,” Kita kindly passive aggressively informed his teammate.

Ever since Atsumu’s first official match, girls had been flocking to Atsumu like a swarm of bees to their queen. Every day the Inarizaki volleyball team had to deal with squealing fan girls gushing over Atsumu’s talent for volleyball, essentially distracting the players and disrupting practice. At first Atsumu shamelessly flirted back, basking in the attention, now he, as well as the others were fed up. In short, Kita was tired. Tired of the fan girls. And most importantly tired of the fact that you and Atsumu weren’t dating yet. At this rate Kita would lose the bet that Osamu and Suna had coerced him to take part in. He had bet that you and Atsumu would be dating by the end of the month, which was this Saturday, and the way things were going between you two, he’d probably have to ask you out himself for Atsumu in order to win the bet. On the other hand, Osamu bet that Atsumu would ask in their third year, Aran bet that you would actually ask instead of Atsumu and Suna bet that Atsumu would ask at the end of next month. It was decided that the losers would do what the winner wanted for a day, with no complaining whatsoever. A whole day of getting the team to do what he wants without complaints. A dream come true for Kita.

“It’s the end of the month on Saturday. Two days,” Osamu sing songed.

“So?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing,”

You dropped it and shrugged. Opposite you, Kita sent a saccharine smile towards Osamu, while the latter playfully smirked back. Kita had a plan.

Two day passed as usual, nothing significant happened; that is until the end of the second day. As usual, you made your way out of Physics with Atsumu; your best friend filled in the silence with his cheerful chatter. Unusually, Kita stood there at the end of the corridor.

“Hey cap! What brings you here?” Atsumu inquired.

Kita seemed to snap out of whatever was bothering him, for his face returned from his previous scrunched expression to his more neutral expression.

“Hm? Oh I came here to speak with Y/N. If that’s alright with the two of you?”

You nodded, though intrigued as to what Kita wanted to talk to you about, Atsumu on the other hand stayed silent. Before you left with Kita, he crushed you with a hug and sent puppy eyes at your retreating figure, walking next to his captain.

During the walk out of school grounds, Kita mentally prepared himself to convince you to ask Atsumu out, allowing both his and Aran’s plan to work, so that the pair won the bet - Kita was too engrossed in his thoughts. A while passed before you and Kita spoke; you were already halfway home before you confronted Kita.

“Kita?”

“You have feelings for Atsumu, don’t you?”

Kita panicked at your sudden dialogue and spoke the words that first came to his mind. His panic was not conveyed through his steady tone of voice. Truth be told, it was more of a statement than a question, it certainly caught you off guard. The latter half of the sentence seemed to be added hastily as though to soften the bluntness.

“What makes you say that?” You answered evenly, and turned your face away from him, a small blush settled firmly on your cheeks.

“Answering my question with a question I see,” he teased, “Everyone knows, the both of you don’t hide your feelings very well, it surprises me that you two aren’t dating yet,”

“I know he has feelings for me, I’m not an idiot, I see the way he looks differently at me and I see how he’s more clingy towards me than the others. I’m not an idiot,” you repeated.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,”

“I think you do know. Idiot,”

You pouted and let out a huff.

“Fine. Fine,” you finally conceded, “I’m not an idiot but I am a coward. I guess - as cliché as it sounds - I don’t want to ruin our friendship. What if it doesn’t work out and we end on bad terms? Years of friendship would be wasted and gone in an instant. I just. I just don’t want to risk that happening,”

“What’s life without a little risk,”

At Kita’s attempt at lightening the mood, you scoffed and shook your head.

“Sorry, that was unlike me. What I meant to say was you won’t know until you try. Sure there is that possibility that the relationship may end badly and the precious friendship between you and Atsumu would probably be lost, but there is also a chance that this relationship will end happily, with no heartbreak. I can’t guarantee that everything will be peachy; obviously there’s going to be some problems along the way but knowing your stubborn personality I am confident that you will fight for you and Atsumu, because I know you care way too much for him to let him go,”

Kita’s speech surprised you, this was the most encouraging thing he had said to you. Ever. You smiled.

“Thanks Kita. I really needed that,” you said as you finally reached your house.

Kita made his way to his house, waving as he walked down the steeet. He left you with a lot to think about.

Later that evening you called Kita again, and talked until he decided that it was time to go to sleep.

That morning you walked to school with Kita in a comfortable silence. Once you reached school you spoke.

“Ok I’m going to do it,”

“Yes you will,” Kita encouraged.

Confidently you walked up to your long time best friend, then suddenly turned the other direction.

“I can’t do it,” you cried out.

Exasperatedly, Kita shook his head and forced a strained smile.

“Y/N do you want to do this or not?”

“I do,”

“Then go get him,”

“I’ll do it while we walk home,”

Anyway, the school day passed, honestly you couldn’t remember what happened, it was all a blur.

“Atsumu?” you called.

“Yup?”

“Do you want to walk home together?”

“Yes! I’m still kinda annoyed you walked with Kita, Kita of all people instead of me,”

“Sorry about that ‘Tsumu,” you replied bashfully.

With that you both made your way out of school. Little did you know Kita, Osamu, Suna and Aran followed you both from a distance. Osamu and Suna because they just wanted to go home. Kita and Aran to make sure you confessed.

“Get ready to do what we want for a day,” Kita stated.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Suna questioned.

“Kita and I formulated a plan,” Aran answered cryptically.

“Guys shut up Y/N stopped walking,” Osamu whisper shouted.

You had indeed stopped walking, leaving Atsumu to carry on walking and talking. You had been quiet the whole walk, which wasn’t unusual, as you normally let Atsumu talk, while you listened. You were just too lost in your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

Atsumu had finally noticed that you were no longer by his side.

“Hellooo. Earth to Y/N,”

“I like you,”

Atsumu was taken aback. That was not a reply he was expecting.

“I just really like your smile, your personality even though you can be quite big headed at times, I like your laugh, I just like you for you, not in the way that those girls like you for your looks and skills. I like everything about you even your flaws,”

“Whoa, for real?”

You glanced at his expression and burst out laughing.

“You look like surprised Pikachu!” you wheezed out.

Atsumu joined in with your laughter. The two of you continued laughing for several minutes.

“I like you too,” Atsumu said once both your laughter finally died down.

You turned your gaze towards his eyes. His beautiful eyes that held all the stars in the galaxy.

“That’s a relief,”

#atsumu #miya atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#hq #hq x reader

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jeongvision · 3 years

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hi hi bubu!!! happy 1000 followers, oiiiiiiiiiii 💕 so happy for you!!!!

here’s my request: johnny (surprise, surprise!) + teacher!au + “Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.”

LOVE YOUUUUUU!!!

pairing. history teacher! johnny seo ✗ english teacher! fem! reader

genre. fluff (!!), slight humor, high school teacher au, non idol au

warnings. not proofread lmao but other than that, none!

author’s note. omg i love this request & love you too nikki xo

“Ms. Y/n, I have a question.”

You were currently in the middle of your lesson on linguistics until one of your students called out. She was one of your quiet ones; shy, punctual, analytical, and from what you’ve seen when she interacted with her peers outside of classroom hours, she had a bright character. Very rarely does she ever speak in your class (or anyone else’s classes from what you remembered, given how you often talked about some of your students to your coworkers), so to see her participate in your class lifted your mood up a little.

You smiled. “Yes, Mina. How may I help you?”

She pushed her glasses up that stays perched on her nose before giving you an innocent doe-eyed look.

“So my classmates and I were wondering for a while now if you and Mr. Seo are dating or not.”

You’re perplexed, shocked out of your mind from the sudden question of your student. You nervously chuckle. “A-And how does your question p-pertains to our lesson, Mina?” you asked.

She shrugs her shoulders. “It doesn’t, but there’s a bet going on in this class if you’re dating him or not ever since we saw him give you chocolates for Valentine’s,” she responded.

You remembered that day clearly. While your class was working on their group assignments, you were on your desk grading assignments for your other class. Your classroom was decorated in red’s and pink’s for the romantic holiday, so you had heart decorations plastered all over your walls and had some dangling from the ceiling that made every student that walked through your door the next day were confused out of their minds. ‘Love is in the air!’ you would respond to them, followed with the roll of their eyes or a low groan from them.

And of course, your coworker happened to oh so conveniently stop by during his free period and give you heart-shaped box of chocolates at your desk. You could vividly remember the wink he gave you before he departed, sending your whole classroom into a fit of hushed whispers and subtle excitement.

You stumbled over your words haphazardly. “T-There’s a bet going o-on? About me and him?” you exclaimed.

Another student, Jongin, joins in on the conversation. “Yeah, and it’s not just us but the class you have later one has a bet going on too.”

Another one of your students, Krystal, also joins in. “Yeah, and I think some of the other teachers have one going on also.”

“Well, are you two dating?”

“Yeah, are you?”

“I think we all know by now that they’re dating.”

“Guys, come on. It’s obviously that they’re just friends.”

“Not with how he looks at her!”

“How would you know? The only thing you have your eyes on is those breadsticks we have in our cafeteria!”

One by one, more and more students join in on this ruckus, leaving you flustered out of your mind. You certainly have your way on how to deal with messes like this one, but for some reason you were left with a blank mind. ‘Come on, y/n! Do something!’

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door.

All the chatter from your students have finally silenced.

The door pushes open, and there is no other better person to arrive at this time:

Johnny Seo.

He walks in a little too comfortably towards you, a smile printed on his lips. In his hands held a plastic bag with brown paper bag tucked inside, his other hand resting inside his pocket.

“Hey, since it’s lunch period after this, I was wondering if you want to have lunch together?” he asked.

“Oh my god—”

Your whole classroom erupts into shouts and squeals, students jumping in and out of their desks into a frenzy.

“See! I told you they’re dating!”

“They’re just coworkers!”

“Who invites their coworkers to eat lunch with them?!”

“Shut up, you’re so annoying! No wonder you’re still single!”

“Can I be invited to your wedding?!”

“Oh my god, my ship is sailing.”

“If it turns out they’re not dating then love does not exist in this world.”

In the midst of their chaotic rambles, the bell rings, marking the end of the period. Usually, students would make it obvious how much they dread school by packing their belongings minutes before the end of the period, but your students at the moment make no effort to do so. Instead, they all stared at you and Johnny, impatiently waiting for one of you to confirm their long-standing speculations.

Johnny was the first to break the tension and chuckles. “Guys, it’s cool that you guys actually care about our love lives, but I think it’s best to say that Ms. Y/n and I like to keep it professional.” He grins. “So call off this bet or whatever you have going on, because you’re not gonna get anything out of us.”

There’s a wave of groans and whines among your students, finally shutting the topic closed before they could attack you any further. The students all packed up their belongings and leaves your classroom, some of them wishing you goodbyes or a nice lunch. Once the classroom was left with only you and Johnny, you let out a deep breath.

“Thanks for saving me there,” you said.

He looks back at you and smiles. “You know, everybody has always thought we’re a couple.”

You roll your eyes before wiping your whiteboard off with an eraser. “Well, now I know.” After wiping off the scribbles of your messy handwriting off the board, you walked over to your desk and tucked some of your documents away to their rightful spots, clearing your desk of mess so you can freely enjoy your meal.

“So?” he asks you.

You look back at him, his figure standing besides your desk.

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow and lifts the bag in his hand. “Care to join me for lunch, Mrs. Seo?”

You roll your eyes again before giggling. “You’re so annoying.”

“Only for you, my love.”

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ravennm84 · 3 years

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Payback

Hey everyone! I’ve been writing this new story for the past couple of days, and am planning to take a break for a while after this. My husband and I are expecting our first child next week and will be focusing on her. For that reason, I decided to give the class some sugar, as we all need some goodness in the world. I’ll be back when things settle down, but until then, Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

It was just an average conversation. Alya was sitting at her desk before class with Lila since Marinette was late again. It was very pleasant until the italian girl said something… wrong.

“After I saved Jagged’s kitten from being run over by the plane and he wrote that song about me, we kept in touch.” Lila tittered away, without a care. “He ended up mentioning how he wanted a pair of special glasses for his tour, so I made him those Eiffel Tower glasses that he loves so much. Next thing I know, he’s bragging about me to all his friends and they’re all asking me to make things for them too. I ended up making a website and going by the alias MDC. Isn’t that amazing?”

Alya hadn’t had a chance to answer as Marinette came rushing into the room a second before the bell rang and Mme. Bustier began her lesson. Although whatever the teacher was saying was practically ignored by the majority of the class that had heard Lila’s claim.

Because they knew.

They had been there when Marinette had made those glasses for Jagged Stone for the work experience day at Chloe’s family hotel. They knew that Marinette went by the acronym MDC for the initials of her name. Max, Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Kim, and Alya had all helped Marinette set up her website and model her designs a couple months ago, while Lila had been traveling…

She’s a LIAR!! They all thought at once.

During the next break, Alya quickly set up a group chat with everyone but Lila and Marinette.

FoxyJournalist: You all heard that, right? She’s lying about being MDC, but that’s Marinette!

DJTurtle: So not cool, doesn’t she know that we were there? Is this some kind of joke?

MightIllustrator: Don’t think so, she’s still bragging about it back here.

GothicBeauty: @DJTurtle Agreed, not cool.

Rocker’n’Pink: I can’t believe it! I just emailed Prince Ali to see if he knows her, because if Lila’s lying about this…

BigTeddy: …

SmolTeddy: …

TrueBrain: …

Da’Strongest: … Crap

Sk8Grl: … I second that Crap

FoxyJournalist: Emergency meeting at my place tonight! We need to figure all this out!

DJTurtle: Agreed.

TruQueen: We’ll be there too. I don’t like Dupain-Cheng, but I HATE Rossi.

MissRed: I’ll bring snacks.

By the time class started again, everyone had agreed to meet up after school. The hard part, as it turned out, was shaking the liar, who practically latched onto their group and wouldn’t let them be. It was Mylene you finally came up with an idea, mentioning that they were going to the homeless shelter to help feed people and clean the facility. Lila suddenly remembered that she already had plans and couldn’t come help them, before turning to walk home.

Once she was out of earshot, Alix turned to the other girl with a smirk. “Good going, how’d you know that’d work?”

Mylene shrugged. “I was thinking earlier about all the times she talked about charity work but always made excuses to not come with us when we were doing it. I figured she’d do it this time too, and I was right.”

An hour later the entire class; sans Marinette, Lila, and Adrien, who was at a photoshoot, were gathered in the Cesaire apartment. Everyone had their phones or tablets out, looking up everything that Lila had told them since coming to school. And what they found was anything but comforting.

Connection to Jagged Stone due to saving a kitten: lies, according to articles about his one and only pet for the past 17 years, Fang the crocodile.

Connection to Prince Ali via Go-Green charities: lies, according to Prince Ali himself when he responded to Rose’s email, plus he didn’t do green charities, instead focusing on children’s charities.

Secretly dating Adrien: lies, confirmed when Adrien called Nino back during a break and let it slip that Lila was only his friend and that she made him uncomfortable at times because of how clingy she was.

Every single thing they looked up about Lila turned out to be a lie. And although they couldn’t prove it themselves, that likely meant that all of the diseases and injuries that she’d claimed to have were probably fake too. Meaning that they had been buying her lunch and giving her money for charities, and the money was probably going straight into the liar’s pocket.

“By my calculations, when including all the lunches and food we bought for her, money we donated for charities she wasn’t involved in, and tickets for events she attended with us; Lila Rossi has scammed close to €1,000 from our class. All of which we are not likely to get back from her.” Max groused as he typed away on his tablet.

Alix scoffed. “At least all we lost was some money and a bit of our dignity. I’m pretty sure Marinette went through a lot more than us. Heck, that liar tried to convince me last week that Marinette ruined her homework and said ‘if only she understood what it was like for someone to do that to her’ like she was trying to get me to destroy Marinette’s homework as revenge. I didn’t do it, but I let her copy my homework so she wouldn’t lose any points.”

Juleka’s pale complexion went stark white. “She kept telling me how Marinette was only friends with me so she could get close to Luka and make Adrien jealous, and that I was really trusting to let someone like that near my family.”

“When my headphones broke, she told me that she’d seen Marinette messing with them earlier,” Nino told them, his voice laced with guilt as he remembered giving his oldest friend the cold shoulder for days after that.

Alya’s head dropped into her hands as she struggled to hold back tears. “That liar almost had me convinced that Mari was nothing but a jealous bitch who was out to get rid of her since they both had a crush on Adrien. I can’t believe how close I came to buying that bull.”

“And then there’s the expulsion,” Rose added, her voice quivering. “She was accused of stealing, assault, and cheating on that mock exam. Even though Marinette was reinstated, that kind of stuff doesn’t just disappear from someone’s record. What if that keeps her from being accepted into lycee?”

Everyone went pale at that. Although most turned red in the face a moment later from rage for their friend.

“We can’t let her get away with this!” Kim growled as he began pacing the room.

“But is there anything we can really do?” Mylene asked with tears in her eyes.

When the blonde heiress chuckled, sitting off to the side of the room, everyone turned to glare at her, but she wasn’t phased by their looks. “And this is exactly why I decided to come here. None of you have any idea how to deal with someone like Rossi. I, however, have dealt with those types of people multiple times.” The glares ceased, realizing that Chloe was probably right.

“One of the best ways to get back at her, would be to use her own lies against her. Do it in a way that the only way out of it is to admit that she’s a liar. And while we do that, we completely tear down the empire that fake HBIC is trying to build, maybe get her expelled like she tried to do to Dupain-Cheng.”

The class stared at her in surprise, not expecting the former hero to actually be useful in this situation. But what she said…

Alya shook her head in surprise. “I never thought I’d say this, but it sounds like you’re the best option. Please, tell us your plan.”

The smirk Chloe gave them, almost made them feel sorry for what was about to happen to the liar.

~oOo~

The following morning when Lila came to class, she saw everyone fawning over something on their phones or tablets. Curious, she stepped next to Alya and looked over her shoulder to find that she was looking at the MDC website.

She smirked for a second before plastering an appreciative, yet shy grin on her face. “I see you found my website, what do you think of my designs?”

“Gurl, they are gorgeous! I can’t believe you made such intricate clothes and accessories!” Alya gushed as she continued looking through the pictures until she stopped on a design that she had modeled for Marinette, although, like all the other photos, her face wasn’t shown. “And this one here! It’s like a total dedication to Rena Rouge. Make no mistake, Ladybug will always be my favorite, but Rena’s power is really awesome too.”

“I’m glad you like it!” Lila smiled, she was about to go into describing how she was inspired by the design when Alya asked her something surprising.

“Do you think I can have it? Pretty please?”

Lila came up short, not having expected this. “Well, you can just order it from my website-” she began saying, only to stop when Alya’s expression dropped.

“I don’t understand. You always say that if we need anything to just ask you, and you have this dress listed as in stock on your website, it would be nothing for you to just give it to me, right?”

“I-um-”

“And you even told Marinette the other day that if she were a real friend, she wouldn’t mind giving us free pastries whenever we ask, right?”

“R-right! I’m just surprised that you would be so interested in one of my designs. I’ll bring it in tomorrow!”

“Thanks gurl, you're the best.” Alya gushed before giving Lila a hug that actually kind of hurt.

Hurrying back to her seat, Lila resisted the urge to curse as she got onto the MDC website to order and overnight the dress to her apartment. Luckily, the mail normally arrived before she left for school. And doing this would help her convince everyone she was the designer MDC.

~oOo~

Lila’s newest lie about being MDC wasn’t going as planned. Sure, she got a lot of praise and people wearing her designs, but it was costing her. Every time she brought in an item that she’d had to buy and overnight to her apartment to give to one of her classmates, another would practically demand another item that was listed as available on the MDC website. A hat for Alix, a hoodie for Kim, a shirt for Max, a dress for Rose, it went on and on. And when she tried to say that she couldn’t, they would say how Marinette would never do such a thing and then start to question what she told them. This left her no choice but to buy everything they wanted herself and give to them.

Sure, it made her lie all the more believable since she was able to deliver the items they asked for, but it was beginning to clear out her savings. At the rate she was going, she was probably MDC’s best customer.

Then came the day when the MDC website began offering custom orders. Alya asked Marinette for a couple sheets of paper from her sketchbook and a pencil before handing it to Lila. “Gurl, I’ve been wanting you to do something custom for me for weeks, but I wasn’t going to ask since you didn’t have it listed on your website and I didn’t want to take advantage of you. But now, I can tell you exactly what I want and I can even record your process for my blog! Isn’t that awesome?”

Lila gripped the pencil until it nearly snapped. She could barely draw stick figures and she was pretty sure Maribrat knew that, not missing the smirk that the goody-two-shoes was sending her direction. “I would but, oww! My arthritis has been acting up all day and I can barely hold a pencil.” She whimpered pathetically as gingerly gripped her left wrist.

“But that shouldn’t be a problem,” Max spoke up smiling kindly at her. “After all, it’s your left wrist that has arthritis and you’re right handed.”

Shut up, you stupid nerd! She thought, struggling to keep the scowl from her face. “You’re right, but I’m not sure if I’ll have enough time to draw something out before class starts.”

“But, Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale have commented on your website how you are really good at doing fast concept drawing for your designs. So, it shouldn’t take you too long to come up with something to start with.” Rose commented, her high voice grating on the liar’s nerves.

She was trying to think of another excuse when Chloe began laughing. “You can all stop the act, I think we’ve played it out long enough.”

To Lila’s surprise, the majority of the class nodded before their eager, friendly faces turned to scowls and angry glares as they looked in her direction. Unsure of what else to do, she started faking tears as she looked around the room. “Why are all of you looking at me like that? I haven’t done anything wrong. Did Marinette say something? You know-”

“Cut the crap, Lila! We did our research weeks ago and figured out you’re nothing but a lying bag of nothing.” Chloe cut her off as she stood from her desk and smiled cruelly at the girl. “You really messed up when you started claiming you were the MDC, the rising star of fashion. Everyone in class knows that’s Marinette.”

Unable to help herself, Lila’s head whipped around in shock to glare at the french-asian girl, sitting shocked, but a little smug at her desk. “Is that what Marinette said? She’s lying!”

Alya scoffed this time. “You know, there may have been a point when we might have believed you, but not this time. We were all there when Mari gave those glasses to Jagged Stone and then had her design his album cover. Max and I helped her set up the MDC website. And Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Kim, Max, and I were the ones that modeled the designs posted on her website.”

Lila glared at her. She knew when the jig was up, and there was no point in wasting her energy on her worthless classmates anymore. Still, she couldn’t help but be angry at them. “Well, you all better have the money to pay me back for all the stuff I bought you! Or else I’ll get all of you in trouble with Mme. Bustier and M. Damocles. If you can’t tell, from the time I got Maribrat expelled, I’ve got them both wrapped around my finger.”

“Actually, you can consider all this repaying us.” Max grinned that annoying, calculating grin at her. “Everything you bought was equal to or of similar value to all the lunches we bought you, tickets for events that we covered, or money we donated to your supposed charities, which I’m 96.8% sure was actually your own bank account.”

She growled at that, about to let out a tirade at all of them when Chloe laughed again, gaining her attention again. “Well, all that was to pay back the class, but you’re still not even with Dupain-Cheng or me. I’m sick of seeing your ugly face and hair-don’t in here every day and decided to do something about it. So, I had Daddy get a hold of the Italian Embassy for a meeting the other day. Imagine how surprised and angry they were when the ambassador’s assistant started talking about how incopitant Ladybug and Chat Noir are, since they couldn’t defeat the akuma that had forced her daughter’s school to close for months.”

Lila’s tan skin paled quickly as her head whipped around the room, looking for an escape, but Ivan and Kim were guarding the door.

“The woman was even more surprised after mentioning which school it was and Daddy told her how it was my school. Then I mentioned a girl that had been out of school for the time the assistant had mentioned, and that she claimed to be in the kingdom of Achu via Embassy funds. The Ambassador wasn’t too happy about what he was hearing and cut the meeting short. Although I did hear her mention that she was planning to speak with the principal and her daughter’s teacher. Speaking of, I wonder why Mme. Bustier is so late for class?

Seconds later, the door Ivan and Kim had been guarding burst open, revealing a very angry Damocles, Mme. Bustier, and a woman that had a strong resemblance to Lila. Without a single word, the woman stomped forward, grabbed Lila by the arm, and began dragging her out of the room. Lila tried to pull free as she pleaded for her mother to listen, but the woman didn’t say a single word as the door closed behind them, leaving a very upset Mme. Bustier standing at the front of the room.

The news quickly spread around school before lunch how Lila had done, and was likely to be expelled for truancy, bullying, lying to the staff, and trying to get Marinette expelled. If that hadn’t been bad enough, an akuma had come fluttering into the courtyard just as the two Rossi’s had been leaving. Lila had pushed her mother away in an effort to catch the akuma, only for a yo-yo to smack her hand to catch it, snapping two of the liar’s fingers in the process.

Seeing that, M. Damocles had no choice but to call the police while Ladybug and Chat Noir stood guard over Lila, with Alya recording everything from the moment she’d seen the akuma entering the courtyard. Lila screamed and raged as the police handcuffed her and took her away. Ladybug recommended using a facility outside of Paris, as they had witnessed her willingly going after an akuma.

The class never saw Lila again, although they did hear that she had been deported back to Italy and was dropped in a high security prison’s deepest, darkest hole to be forgotten by the world after being convicted for aiding a terrorist. Granted, none of them had expected that when they had set out to get even with Lila, but after seeing her willingly go after an akuma for revenge, they were glad she was gone.

The class had also profusely apologized to Marinette for not believing her, as well as keeping her in the dark about their plan to expose Lila. Marinette accepted their apology, but admitted that she had been starting to figure it out after Lila kept ordering from her website and her classmates ended up with the ordered items. Then, when she had mentioned her theory to Adrien, he’d shown her the group chat and admitted that the class had planned a way to confront and expose Lila. So, she decided to trust her friends and let their plan play out, using the money Lila had spent to buy more supplies and make matching ‘thank you’ gifts for her friends.

And that’s it! I hope you all enjoyed this bit of class sugar. With all the salt out there, I really needed something sweet and this seemed like a good way to do it!

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dxnahdsg · 3 years

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Hey boo! can I ask for a prompt 20 for Sakusa, Suna, and Kenma? you can add more or lessen the characters! (is this how it works omg I feel like a grandma😧💀)

A/n: HAHAHAHAH COMIN RIGHT UP!

Prompt No.20 Fluff with Sakusa, Suna and Kenma

Genre - Fluff

Blurb/Drabble??

Prompt No. 20 Fluff - "It's cold you should take my jacket."

Warnings - None

Masterlist

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Sakusa

"I gotta go home early! See ya guys!" You call out to your friends as you wave goodbye at them, them waving back at you. You turned around and stepped outside the school, only for a strong wind to hit you.

You shivered at the cold feeling, seeing that it was windy outside. And the problem was, you didn't bring any jacket today cuz you didn't know it was going to be windy in the afternoon.

You groan and decided to fight the cold as you walk towards the school gate. But the cold was getting to you, making you hug yourself as you try to warm up.

You mentally curse at yourself for not bringing a jacket for situations like this.

You then feel something land on your shoulders along with a pair of hands that were gripping onto the material. You turn around, seeing your boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi. Instead of him wearing his jacket, it was on your shoulder, hanging loosely.

"Omi? What are you doing?" You ask as you grip the jacket as well when a strong wind hit you both. "I thought you have practice?" You question, looking even more confused at why he gave you his jacket when he doesn't want other people's germs on it. "And why are you giving me your jacket?"

Sakusa turned his head away from you, attempting to hide his blush. "It's cold you should take my jacket." He mumbles, making you properly wear the jacket so it doesn't fall off or fly away.

You look at him dumbfounded, processing his words. "Since when does the Sakusa Kiyoomi share his jacket with others?" You tease, raising an eyebrow at him. Sakusa turns his gaze back at you with a scowl on his face. "Just accept my offer before I change my mind."

You giggle and zip the jacket close, feeling warmth and you smell his scent. "And practice is cancelled today due to the weather, so I'll walk you home."

~~~~~

Suna

You were in the same class as Suna's and you try to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. But the coldness of the ac is making you feel like you're in a freezer.

Suna saw your situation and waits until the class is over so he can hand you his jacket. Apparently he can't right now since; A - He can't interrupt the teacher while they're teaching. And B - Your seat is in the middle of the class while he's at the back. Just 2 chairs away from you.

Soon enough, the bell rang, signalling it was lunch time. You pack up your things, your body shaking from the cold but you try to ignore it as you walk your way towards the door.

But a hand on your wrist kept you from doing so, making you look at the certain person confusedly.

"Rin? What's wrong?" You ask, trying to fight through your trembling lips. Suna said nothing and held up his jacket towards you. You look at him even more confused before he sighs. "It's cold you should take my jacket. Think I didn't notice you freezing and shaking on your seat?" He states, grabbing your hand to make you hold his jacket.

A small blush made its way on your cheeks as you put on his jacket. "Thanks Rin." You mumble shyly, nuzzling against the fabric that has his scent.

Suna saw this and avoids his gaze from you, blushing as well. "N-No problem. Let's go eat lunch, Buttercup." He stutters, booping your nose before walking out of the classroom while holding your hand.

Meanwhile your teacher, being a shipper, took a pic of the two of you while they squeal at the cuteness.

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Kenma

You made your way towards the Nekoma Volleyball court at a cold wintery night with no jacket cuz you forgot to bring one. Your brother, Kuroo invited you to go watch him practice and just to tease Kenma because he has a crush on you.

So here you are now, entering the court with the volleyball players doing weird shit during their break.

"Oho! [Y/n] you made it!" Kuroo happily shouts, hanging his arm around your shoulders. "You're about to see some new tricks I learned!"

"Yep. Can't wait." You sigh in boredom and you notice a certain pudding head in front of you. "Hey, Kenma." You wave at him.

Kenma blushes and tensed up, turning his head to the side to hide his blush. "H-Hey [Y/n]..." He walked away, turning on his phone as an excuse to stop talking to you (in a good way).

You look at the pudding head confused while Kuroo just quietly facepalms at Kenma's shy self. "Welp, gotta continue practicing." Kuroo grunted as he pulls away from you, walking towards the team. "Everyone, break's over! Let's start with spiking!"

You sat on the bench beside the coach as you watch the team practice. Instead of your gaze being on Kuroo's, you were focused on Kenma's.

Well you try to focus on him, but the cold wind went through the small windows that were behind you, making you shiver.

"You okay, [L/n]?" The coach asked, glancing at you. "I'm fine sir, don't worry." You reassure, rubbing your arms to try warming up yourself.

Minutes later, the team went on another break. Kuroo and Kenma noticed your freezing state and luckily, the coach wasn't beside you so Kuroo thought this as a chance for Kenma to approach you, so he nudges Kenma.

Kenma immediately got the signal and refused, trying to walk away but Kuroo grabbed him on the arm and pushed him towards you.

Kenma glared at Kuroo while the raven bed head just grins at him. Kenma gulps and nervously walks towards you, fidgeting with his hands.

"Oh, hey Kenma." You notice his presence, trying to talk through your shaking lips and voice. Kenma blushes and takes off his jacket, handing it to you while he avoids your eyes.

"Huh?" You question confusedly as you stare at the jacket then back at Kenma. "U-Uhm. It's cold you should take my jacket." He stutters, hanging his head low to hide his blush.

You giggle at his cuteness and take his jacket, putting it on. "Thanks, Ken." You say sweetly at him before you stand up and walk towards him. Before he could say something, you kiss his cheek before walking towards a random place you don't know, leaving a blushing Kenma while Kuroo just celebrates with the team when they watched the scene.

~~~~~

A/n: Kenma was definitely the longest one💀

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #fluff #sakusa x reader #suna x reader #kenma x reader

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lo-frequency · 3 years

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Shinsou x Chubby Latina!Reader: Un Pequeño Malentendido

Or, "A Little Misunderstanding" in English. Anyway, I'm learning Spanish in college so I was rlly happy to get a request for a Latina reader from @blossominglark. In other words, I got carried away lol.

Shinsou had heard about the new American student that transferred into Class A. He’d heard about your impressive academic ability and formidable quirk, and that you were multilingual, proficient in Spanish, English, and Japanese. Well, decent enough at Japanese. Impressive for sure, but Shinsou had yet to actually see you and place a face to your already admirable name.

He’d get to know you soon enough, however.

“Out of the way, mind-control freak,” one of Shinsou’s fellow classmates said as he brushed past him in the hall. Shinsou rolled his eyes, and was about to reply with an equally biting comeback when another voice beat him to it.

“Oye, watch your mouth, jerk!” you said, coming up behind Shinsou in the hallway. The classmate looked back with a scowl, but decided he didn’t want any smoke when he saw you, instead choosing to walk away while muttering under his breath.

You walked up to Hitoshi, shaking your head in contempt as he walked away. “Cabrón,” you scoff, muttering something about hating bullies. Shinsou looked at you with slightly raised eyebrows, wondering what possessed you to speak up for him like that. He doesn’t even know you, nor has he seen you at school before. You meet his bewildered stare with a kind smile.

“Hi, my name is Y/N L/N, I’m in Class A! We haven’t met before, but I heard about you from my classmates. You’re Hitoshi Shinsou, right?” you asked, probably noticing the questioning look in his eyes.

Y/N L/N? No wonder he hadn’t seen you before, you’re the transfer student. Shinsou was surprised to hear that you recognized him...he knew he had a reputation, but sheesh. He scratched at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s me...” there was an awkward pause as you two stared at each other, “Well, I appreciate the help, you didn’t have to do that,” he finally said. While Hitoshi was definitely grateful, it was just a little embarrassing that you felt the need to intervene as if he couldn’t defend himself. He didn’t know what your classmates had told you, but he hoped you didn’t view him as just some poor victim with an unfortunate quirk.

Your smile widened. “It’s no problem. I know what it’s like to be picked on for being different, so…” you trail off with a sheepish smile and a shrug. The silence falls between you again, and you decide that you should probably head back to class. “Bueno...it was nice meeting you, Hitoshi. I guess I’ll see you around?” you say with a short wave, turning to head down the hallway after Shinsou bobbed his head in acknowledgement.

He guessed you only came down this hall when you heard him getting harassed. His gaze lingered on the sway of your full hips as you walked away, before also turning to leave. “Then I’ll see you around, Y/n...” he said to himself, thoughts lingering on your charming accent and even more delightful appearance. No wonder there was so much buzz about you.

Hitoshi did see you around after that. A lot, in fact, and it wasn’t long before you two became unlikely friends. Unlikely friends eventually blossomed into a beautiful relationship, and you two could often be seen making eyes at each other between classes, or meeting up during breaks. Since Hitoshi often had to work with Class B for Hero Course training, you two were like Romeo and Juliet, a forbidden love between students of rival classes. Some (Neito Monoma) were more vocal about your ‘controversial’ relationship than others.

Speaking of the blond, ever since it got out that Shinsou was dating you, Monoma had gained an odd fascination with you. He always asked Hitoshi questions about you, or even talked to you (if you could call his odd tangents a conversation) whenever he got the chance. Hitoshi didn’t really like him talking to you (or any other dudes, really), but it’s not like he could stop you.

Nonetheless, Hitoshi had never been happier in his short life. He wasn’t much of a romantic before, but couldn’t believe how much his world had changed since meeting you. Not to get too sappy, but everyday seemed brighter with you- until it wasn’t.

One day, you suddenly stopped talking to him. You didn’t even greet him in the morning like you usually did, and when he came to collect you for lunch, you stiffly told him you’d rather eat with your other friends that day. This went on for a few days, and the normally stoic face Hitoshi wore was starting to crack at the seams.

He missed hearing your little voice say “Qué padre” whenever you found something interesting, the sound of your footsteps as you followed close behind him in the hall, and the warmth of your plush body against his when he hugged you. It was like he was going through withdrawals, and he’d only been without you for three days. What did he do wrong, and why wouldn’t you talk to him about it?

Little did Hitoshi know that the two of you had been caught in the web of a certain scheming blond from Class B.

****

Hitoshi sighed as he watched you approach him for the mixed training activity the Hero Course was having that day. Class A and B were working together against the teachers, and he’d been paired with you….bc of course 🙄. These days, it hurt him more to be around you than not, when all you ever did was look at him with contempt.

Whatever. He’ll do whatever it takes to pass the training session, with or without you.

The training exercise begins, and while you two managed to make a plan, your standoffish behavior wasn’t making it any easier for Hitoshi, despite trying his best. He eventually sighed in frustration and pulled the two of you aside to address your attitude once and for all. ��What is wrong with you, Y/n?” he asked you in an urgent whisper, hoping none of the other students would find you two.

You crossed your arms, scowling at him. “Oh, now you care about me? Or is this just another act?” you asked him, an accusatory undertone to your question.

Shinsou furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

You let out a humorless chuckle. “I heard it from Monoma. He said you never liked me in the first place, and only pretended so you could get intel on my weaknesses and help Class B win, ” you said bitterly.

That’s all Hitoshi needed to hear. “And you actually believed him? You shouldn’t listen to a word Monoma says, the guy is unhinged,” he said, glancing behind him to make sure you were still safe. “If anything, it was probably a sabotage tactic,” Hitoshi mumbled as he surveyed the area around him.

You slowly unfolded your arms. “En serio? So you don’t hate me?”

Hitoshi glances back at you as if the answer was obvious. “ ‘Course not, kitten. I could never,” he says quietly. You can’t help the bashful smile that rises on your lips, but before you could apologize and give Hitoshi a hug, he suddenly turns and starts pushing you in the other direction. “Now that we cleared that up, we need to get out of here before we get caught.” As soon as he finished his sentence, you hear another person’s voice shout that they’d found you two.

Yet, all you could think about was the weight of Hitoshi’s hand on your lower back, and how much you’d missed it.

I know it wasn't much but I just wanted to flex what I learned in Spanish class a lil bit. I hope it y'all enjoyed it anyway, thanks for tuning in!

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ichigoromi · 3 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 | 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

AHHHHHH! I'M SO LATE, BUT HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, BABY OWL!

I was busy with school and didn't have time to finish this on Bokuto's birthday!

Pairing: Bokuto Kōtarō x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): None!

a/n - Bokuto is raised in a family filled with love, and he deserves all those damn hugs and kisses!

Enjoy!

Bokuto Kōtarō

You have been dating Bokuto for about six months now, but you two were childhood best friends.

Like him, you have a pretty bright personality and is very friendly...and playful.

You love to play pranks on him, but he just entertains you by falling for it every single time.

His birthday was coming up, and you have been making his birthday gift for two months.

Yeah, two months ago, you started crotchet a cardigan for his birthday, and it was a pretty big project.

And you wanted to prank him. Actually, it's more like a request from his older sisters.

They wanted to surprise him, and so they enlisted your help.

Needless to say, you were more than happy to help them.

Pretending to not know about his birthday would crush him.

Since you moved closer to school, you can walk to school now, so you arrived later than your boyfriend.

As usual, he was waiting by the entrance; he would walk you to your class after his morning practice and then head back to his classroom.

You greet him with a hug and walks ahead of him.

He was confused.

Where was his birthday greetings? What about his birthday kiss? Did you forget his birthday?

But...you are not the kind to forget his birthday.

You have everything planned out in your little planner.

So, you can't forget his birthday.

Maybe you were just busy planning a special for his birthday, so you didn't greet him yet.

Probably...

Bokuto pouts as he takes a bite from his yakisoba pan. Akaashi raised a brow at his captain's behaviour but did not say anything until the older one decided to speak up first.

"Akaashi...Y/n forgot my birthday." Ah, that was why he was pouting.

"Bokuto-san, why do you think y/n-san forgot your birthday?" He asked his senior.

Bokuto lets out a sigh and puts down his half-eaten bread.

"She didn't even greet me happy birthday or even give me a birthday kiss! Plus, she said she couldn't join us for lunch because she had to meet with the other managers. Akaashi, what should I do?" Akaashi thinks for a while and can briefly figure out your plan.

"Hmm...how about waiting? I'm sure she's just busy. You know, since she's also the student council president." Yeah, he was just going to do that.

---

// Volleyball Practice Time //

Instead of going to the practice, you have to attend a meeting with the teachers in charge of the annual culture festival on campus.

And after this meeting, you have to rush home to get change and head towards Bokuto's house later for the birthday surprise. One of his sisters was going to come and pick you up.

"I guess that's all for today. We'll meet again next week for the dry rehearsal." Once the meeting ended, you booted straight out of the club room and for the exit.

Your mother was shocked to see you in such a rush as you put your bento box on the table and ran up to your room to get your dress to change.

Everything was a rush, but you managed to get ready in time and carried the large box down the stairs.

"Have a great time!"

Yeah, it's going to be a great time!

After practice, Bokuto heads home in a dejected mood. His girlfriend didn't even bother to tell him that you were not going to today's meeting and not even a single text or call during the break.

"I'm home~!" He lazily greeted and took off his shoes.

No one replied. Maybe his parents were late. He heads up to his room to take a shower first.

You were hiding underneath his bed, and you almost had a heart attack when he entered his room. When he left his room, you got out from underneath and sat on his bed.

He is in for a series of surprises.

"Happy birthday, baby!" You jumped onto him the moment he opened his door after his quick shower.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him. You leaned up and kissed his cheeks.

"What? When?" He was caught off guard; he did not expect his girlfriend to surprise him this way.

"Shh, not now. Come on, let's head down."

Down? What's going on?

When you lead him down to this backyard, his parents and his older sisters have put together a barbeque party and...his older sisters were back!

"Happy birthday, Koutarou!" His whole family greeted him, and he immediately ran towards his older sisters that he had not seen for a long time.

After his small little reunion with his older sisters, he went towards you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You could tell that he was very excited and grateful.

"Ah! I told the guys to come at a later time....Oh no." He frowned, but you reassured him that his sisters were going to pick them up at the train station.

You help start with the cooking to be ready to eat when the team comes. Bokuto joined you by the grilled and wrapped his arms around you.

"Thank you for planning this. I knew it! My girlfriend wouldn't forget my birthday. Did you get me a gift?" He asked, and you almost laughed out loud.

"Of course I did, baby. Now, go and set up the table. I'll take over the cooking with your father."

Soon, you were almost done on the grill with his father and plates all the freshly cooked meat and vegetables.

The team arrived, and Bokuto excitedly led them to where the party was taking place after placing the gifts by the side.

You all sat down and dig into barbecue. Bokuto's arm was rested around your waist the whole time as you all enjoyed talking about baby Bokuto with his older sisters and sharing each other's embarrassing stories.

Soon, you all would head into the house after finishing dinner and cleaning up to cut the cake.

His mother took out the cake, and you all gathered around him. Seeing him so happy, you were glad that you were a part of his life.

While he opens all of his friends' gifts, he appreciates all of them.

But yours, you put it in his room because you want him to open it when you two are alone.

---

After all of the team went back, you went back up to his room with him to open your gift, at last.

They say save the best for the last, and you can guarantee it is the best gift.

"Oh my god, you got me flowers too? Baby, you've really outdone yourself this time!" Boy, one thing about your boyfriend, he loves receiving flowers.

And you were sure to pre-order this bouquet early.

But the main, it's in the gift box.

"Come on, open it. I spend a long time on it!" You ushered him to open it.

Bokuto untied the ribbon and opened the box. It was an oversized cardigan, customised with an owl on the back and his name.

"Baby...this is so nice. Oh my gosh, the best gift ever! Thank you!" He pulls you into his embrace, crying about how soft the cardigan felt, and it's so cute.

Well, the sleepless nights, frustrating days and some expensive yarn, you're glad that your efforts paid off.

Done! This is so late! But I hope this makes up for the belated birthday post for our baby owl! Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Humph!!

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut, minimal amount of angst (if you squint), fluff (happy happy ending!); non idol au, enemies to lovers, college au

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, name calling, reader is kind of a jerk, erotic asphyxiation, use of pets names, hint of degrading, praise kink (implied), fingering (f), oral (f&m), PIV, unprotected sex (be careful with this!), unintended voyeurism (Chan and Jisung accidentally hears reader and Changbin getting it on)

Seo Changbin.

Or as you like to call him, the bane of your existence. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself the ‘petty type’ but how could you ever forget about the boy who pulled on your hair and cut in front of you during lunch time, only to get the last middle piece of pizza- a slice that was supposed to be yours, in middle school? And yes, while it is something so small, so trivial, that you should’ve easily forgotten all about it, you just couldn’t for he just seemed to pop up around you every. single. day. Oh, the list of ways he picked on you could go on and on. It was like whenever he saw you, he just had to push your buttons as if it’s his little demented mission to irk you for the rest of your life.

No one has ever made your blood boil more than he has. It makes your blood boil even more when you, yourself, couldn’t even deny the fact that the once scrawny, immature boy turned to the hottest, most muscular (and fuckable) man you’ve ever seen. Now here you are, as college juniors, and you two are still going at each other’s throats. And of course, no matter how older you get, the two of you will always find time to bicker with each other for the littlest things

“WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?” you yell, looking at Changbin in disgust. “WHAT NORMAL HUMAN BEING DOES THAT?!”

He rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue, “Well, excuse me for having COLD FEET. SO WHAT YOU THINK ITS WEIRD? I GET COLD EASILY AT NIGHT SO LET ME WEAR MY SOCKS TO SLEEP IN PEACE, WOMAN!” Changbin yells back, glaring at you.

Ahh, yes. Today’s fight is now on whether or not wearing socks to bed is considered ‘abnormal’. Cause what else could you argue about?

“BUT…It’s so WEIRD! Can’t you, like, invest in some thicker blankets instead? There are better options than wearing SOCKS IN BED.”

“WHAT? IS IT A CRIME TO WEAR SOCKS TO-”

Jisung interrupts Changbin by slamming one of his hands down onto the table. “God… SHUT UP! CAN YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY?!” he moans in irritation. Chan lightly shoves Jisung in retaliation, scolding him for being too loud. Jisung looks at him and pouts, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. Chan sighs, finally looking at your startled faces .

“He’s kinda right though,” he says, calmly, “not exactly about the, uhm, having sex part, though the sexual tension between you two is nauseating. But I mean about getting along with each other and finally putting an end to this ‘rivalry’.”

You and Changbin glance at each other for a brief second before scoffing. “Please. Hell would freeze over before we do,” you sneer, side eyeing him.

“I’d rather kiss an electric eel than make up with that snake of a woman,” Changbin mumbles, looking away from you.

“How about I arrange that for you?” you smile, using the fakest sweet voice you could muster. Changbin turns to you with a scoff.

“You are such a-”

“Enough!” Chan says with a stern tone he almost never uses. The look Chan was giving you both was enough to shut you up and intimidate you; hell even Jisung was scared! “Either make up on your own by the end of the month, or else. Understand?”

Both you and Changbin sigh in irritation before agreeing. “Yes…”

“I mean it! Y/n, Changbin! This is getting ridiculous now. Honestly, you guys are full grown adults but you act like children, and not the good ones! Think of the other people you’re affecting with your behaviors.”

Silence fell upon your whole table. You could only nod your head shamefully at Chan’s words, while Changbin clicks his tongue but not say anything else. Jisung looks around the table, the uncomfortable silence making the poor boy feel antsy.

“Good,” Chan leans back, his cheerful demeanor coming back, “One month, that’s it. And play nice!”

“This is stupid,” Changbin groans, leaning back on his chair. You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut it. Remember, this is for the sake of our friends.”

Ever since that day- the day Chan scared the shit out of you both- you and Changbin made an agreement to try and be civil around one another. It wasn’t very nice, but you both knew Chan was right. You didn’t want to lose your friends because of some stupid rivalry that started 9 years ago. To fix your problem, the two of you, begrudgingly, decided to hangout with each other for the next month. Today marks your one week anniversary of your treaty.

Needless to say…you both hate it.

“If we have to hangout, can we not spend our time in a library?” the short man complains, looking at you with his sharp eyes.

“Well, sorry, but I have a chemistry test in a few days and I’m sure as hell not failing that. You know Science isn’t my best subject.”

Changbin groans, sliding down his chair. “Whatever.” he mutters distastefully. You shook your head.

“Don’t you need to study for anything too?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“No. I’m done with all the tests I have to do and none of my other teachers prepped us for another one. So I’m basically free, doll.”

You cringe at Changbin calling you ‘doll’, hating how that simple pet name sent a delighted shiver down your back. You scoff.

“Disgusting,” you grimace, “Never call me that again.”

Changbin smirks, now sitting up on his chair to lean closer to you. “Whatever you say, doll.”

You look up at him with a nasty glare, resisting the urge to yell at him. “You are so lucky we’re in a library.” He laughs sardonically at you. You huff, standing up to look for a chemistry book. Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“Where’re you going?”

“Looking for more books.”

He sighs, starting to stand up as well. “No,” you stop him, “By myself.” He put his hands up, slowing sitting back down. You turn around and walk to the aisle containing the textbooks. After almost 10 minutes of searching, you still couldn’t find the book you were looking for.

“Damn, I was beginning to think you left me here by myself.”

You jolt at the sound of Changbin’s rough voice. You turn to see him leaning against the bookshelf.

“I’m not that much of a jerk,” you answer scornfully, going back to your search. You could hear Changbin’s heavy footsteps grow closer. You turn to see him standing right beside your crouching figure, looking down at you. The angle you’re seeing him in shouldn’t be making you think of such indecent thoughts. You snap your head back to the shelf as Changbin crouches with you, softly groaning as he goes down. You were trying your best not to make contact with him.

Changbin helps you look for a chemistry book, trying to be nice. You could feel yourself getting hotter at his courteousness. You really didn’t want to admit that Changbin was actually a decent person, so you couldn’t help but put up a front.

“I don’t need your help, you know?”

He sniggers, “I’m not trying to be nice. I just wanna get out of here faster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not getting his joke. “Geez, then get away from me,” you raised your voice, still keeping the fact that you’re still in a library in mind. “I can do it myself.”

Changbin looks at you, a little shocked. He huffs, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “Honestly, you don’t have to be such an ass around me all time, you know?” he says, quietly. You stop your actions, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “You said yourself, you want us to try getting along, why can’t you act like it?”

You bit your bottom lip, still not looking at him. “Simple. It’s cause I hate you,” you lied. He looked at you for a few seconds before standing up. You didn’t see the look of defeat on his face.

“You know,” Changbin says slowly, “I thought we could be friends. Deep down, I really thought we actually could.” You stayed quiet, looking down. “But now I know, you’re really just a stone-cold bitch.”

That. Now that lit a fire in you. You stand up abruptly with cold eyes. “Never call me that ever again.”

“What? A bitch?” He challenges, eyes equally as cold as yours. “See, here’s the thing; It’s true. I’m trying to be nice here and you’re just shutting down every single nice act I try to do for you. And what have you done for me? Drag me around like I’m some dog? You couldn’t even have the decency to even ask where I wanted to go.”

You could feel yourself get smaller and smaller with every step he took closer to you. For someone who was only 5’6”, damn did he look big. You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your back hit the wall.

“What’s your problem with me, Y/n? I’ve seen the way you are with Jisung and Chan. I’ve seen the way you are with your other friends. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but ever since we started college, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you. But I guess it makes sense that someone as self-centered as you wouldn’t notice.”

You let out a sarcastic “ha”. You shake your head and stare into his eyes. “I told you. I. don’t. like. you. Do I need any more of a reason?”

“Yes. Yes, you do actually.”

“Hm. Find then. You’re annoying, you’re loud, you’re simple-minded, childish, irresponsible, you don’t take things seriously, you’re whiny, messy, irritatingly cocky and seeing your face is just so infuriated that it makes me nauseous,” you list. “Want more?”

The deadly look on his face simultaneously frightens and arouses you. The sarcastic smirk he gave you, though, was hotter. “Continue.”

“You’re nothing but a show off.” With those words, Changbin’s arrogant facade broke. “You act so cool and cocky when really you’re just average at best. Everything you do. Average. You don’t have much to show for. Nothing you do is worth being proud of.”

Changbin slams his hands onto the wall, making you gasp. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Take that back,” he snarls. If you thought he was intimidating before, boy were you wrong. But something in your touch starved mind made you more horny than frightened. Feeling bold, you tilt your chin up, maliciously. “Or what, Seo?”

All of a sudden, he wraps his veiny arm around your neck, choking you. It was so arousing and so sudden that you let out an embarrassingly whiny moan. “Oh?” Changbin raises a brow with a smirk. He tightens his grip on your neck, laughing cockily when you let out another whine. “Oh, I see now,” he whispers in your ear, “You act so high and mighty, always trying to take control of things, when really you’re just some sub in disguise. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You bit your lip, eyes tearing up in sexual frustration. You eyes roll back, biting your lip harder, when his grip on your throat tightens. “Aww~ how cute. You look so pathetic like this, baby,” he says, biting the shell of your ear. You arch your back at the stimulation, grinding your hips into his with a whimper. You were so glad that you were at the farthest corner of the library. Changbin moves away from you and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

He drags you back to your table and carelessly stuffs your belongings into your bag. He slings it over his should and harshly pulls you out of the library. His apartment wasn’t that far from the library so the two of you didn’t bother picking up a cab. The walking distance between the library and his house was only about 10 minutes or less, but to you guys, it felt like hours.

Changbin fumbles with his keys, wanting to unlock the door faster. When he succeeds, he pushes you inside, slamming and locking his door roughly. He throws your bag to the ground then proceeds to pull you into his room. He turns the knob and kicks his door open.

Once inside, he pushes you onto his bed, hovering above you. The two of you were panting heavily from the tension. “Please tell me to stop,” he breathes shakily, staring at your lips, finally saying his first words since the library. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop before I lose it.”

Did you really want this? Do you really want him? Or is it just your hormones talking? You contemplate, thinking back on all the years you’ve known him. Yeah, you thought that he was annoying when you were younger, wanting nothing more than to push him down a well. However, as you grew up, you started to notice how mature he has gotten throughout the years. He still does make fun of you, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He did treat you like an actual human being when he wasn’t irritating you. Especially recently. He really did treat you nicely but you were too prideful yourself to admit that.

Even up to now, you said some really hurtful things to him, and he was still making sure you were okay when he could’ve just lashed out on you and done whatever he wants. Changbin is genuinely a really nice guy and you were just too stuck up to see that. In that moment, you realize that you actually like Changbin, as in, have genuine feelings for him. Maybe even way longer than you realize but you were being stubborn to acknowledge it. Speaking of, you seem to realize that you were so lost in thought that Changbin took your silence as a ‘no’.

Just as he was about to remove himself from your body, you grab onto his shirt and push your lips onto his. He was taken aback. He was convinced that you truly didn’t like him but you seem to have proved him wrong. Before he could kiss you back, you parted away from him, leaning your forehead against him. “Make me yours, Bin,” you whisper.

Without any hesitation, Changbin kisses you with fervor. The kiss held so much passion, desperation, and desire that it made you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his dark hair. Changbin groans, grinding his hips against yours. He pulls away to take off your shirt and start marking you up. You mewl, feeling him suck, lick, and kiss your neck.

One particular suck on the juncture of your neck made you moan out loud. He smiles against your skin, taking extra time on that area. You cry out, pulling on his hair to get his attention. “Changbin…” you say breathlessly. He looks up and nearly loses it on the spot. You laying underneath him, neck covered with sexy red marks that he created. You already look so dazed out that Changbin wonders how much more beautiful you will look when he actually fucks you.

He moves up to your face, stroking your hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” he questions you softly. You whimper as you roll your hips up to meet his. Changbin hisses at the feeling.

“Inside,” you whine, “Want you inside me, please.”

“Do you now?” Now his tone was condescending. You pout, nodding your head. “Cute. What makes you thing that I’d just give it to you after how much of a brat you were earlier?” You rub your thighs together, pouting.

Tears starts forming in your eyes. “Please? I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Changbin chuckles darkly. “Oh, you will, doll,” he says, rubbing both your thighs. He glances up at you to read your expressions, only continuing when you gave him a confirming nod. He sits up and takes off your pants. He chuckles, licking his lips when he realizes that your bra and panties were a matching set. “How adorable.” he sings, making you flustered.

Changbin kisses your stomach before slipping his hand down your panties. You clench your thighs, trapping his hand, as he plays with your clit. He rubs slow circles on your clit, stroking your slit before sliding one finger inside you. You grab a fistful of his bed sheets, moaning. He lazily moves his finger in you, adding another one to fill you up a little more. You were already breathless. Your sweet moans filling up the entire room. Changbin starts to move his fingers faster, bending them, making you arch your back and whine louder.

You could already feel your high getting closer. You start squirming around in response. “Close, baby?” he asks, rhetorically. You nod your head frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck. Oh shi- yes.”

Changbin pumps his fingers faster for you, feeling yourself clenching tighter and tighter before you finally cum around them. He lets you ride out your high before slipping out of you. He brings his fingers to your lips, prying them open. “Open up, doll.” You let his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself, making the two of you groan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, sliding down so his face meets your wet core.

You look down at him, questioningly. You were about to ask him what he was doing until he licks up your slit. Your eyes widened as you threw your head back, letting out a moan loud enough that it borderline sounded like a scream. His tongue explores your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit as you pant.

“N-no,” you stammer, “that’s not-n-no. I-I’m still sensi-ah!” You grip his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Changbin chuckles at this, the vibrations from it shooting up your core. Your sensitivity from your first orgasm brought you closer to your next release. You start bucking your hips, thighs closing in on his head as your core tightens. He grabs your thighs, prying them open. One last harsh suck on you clit made you cum again, this time on his tongue. Changbin licks up your slit, gathering up every single drop of your juices.

He sits up and smiles at you, his chin covered with your excess wetness. He rubs your thighs to calm you down. “You good, Y/n?” he worryingly asks, “Think you can handle one more?” You lazily nod your head, a little overwhelmed with the over sensitivity. Changbin wipes his mouth before crawling back to your face. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time with your lips to give you more time to calm down.

You hold onto his muscular biceps as he cups your face. You were still panting harshly even before he started making out with you. He peppers your face with gentle pecks, encouraging you to continue. “How ‘bout now? Can you handle one more orgasm, babe?”

This time, you could actually reply to him. “Y-yeah. ‘Think I can.” you said, quietly. Changbin smiles and gives you one more peck on your lips. He leans up and takes off his clothes. Even after two orgasms, you still felt needy for Changbin. Your eyes rake down his form, eyeing each one of his bulging muscles. Damn, no wonder why he’s always bragging about going to the gym everyday, cause he has every right to do so.

Now, if you thought his body was impressive, then his cock was another story. Your eyes widens, breath hitching when you see it. Holy shit, now I know why he’s so short, you thought. He has a monster cock that totally makes up for it. “Holy fuck-“ Changbin looks at you with a smirk.

“What’s wrong, doll? Bigger than you expected?” You nod dumbly, mouth ajar. Changbin could feel his ego skyrocketing. He pumps himself, throwing his head back in pleasure, finally feeling some kind of pleasure before lining himself to your hole. He adjusts his position, spreading your legs wider as well. “I’ll go as slowly as I can,” he mutters. You mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he starts pushing in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes clenching as you try to take him in fully. Changbin moans rather loudly, your tightness a little too much for him. “W-wait. Fuck…” you call out with slight hiss. He stops his penetration, waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, silently giving him the ok to move. He continues his advancement slowly until he bottoms out inside you. The both of you moan, giving each other time to relax.

Changbin leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering encouraging words to you. You stay in your positions for almost a minute before pleading for Changbin to move. At first, his thrusts were slow, testing out how well you could take him in for now. You moan softly, the way his hips move softly is already shooting bursts of pleasure throughout your body. Gradually, he picks up his pace, his once slow, loving thrusts are now hungry, desperate ones.

His hands were now on the back of your thighs, folding you in half. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you. “B-bin,” you whine, clawing at his back, “hmm…fuck. M-more. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder? You really think your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, doll?”

“Yes! P-please g-give me more. I can handle i-it!”

Changbin laughs at your desperation, picking up his pace. You moan louder, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. Changbin’s soft moans and growls and your own whiny moans filled his bedroom. Neither of you knew who would break first, both of your releases nearing. The tip of his cock starts hitting right on your sweet spot, making you scream. He throws his head back with a loud, raspy moan when he feels you tightening around him.

“I’m s-so fucking close, Bin,” you cry, “Don’t s-stop!”

“My, what a desperate slut you are.”

He bites his lip, hips moving harder and deeper, as he leans closer to kiss you. Remembering the scene from the library, Changbin’s right hand snakes around your neck, firmly but gently choking you.You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him blocking your airways, closing your eyes in pleasure. You whine loudly when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your wet cavern, loving the feeling. Your eyes shot open when you felt his thumb playing with your clit.

“Sh-shit! Changbin!” You moan, arching your back. You could feel the beginnings of your release.

“C’mon,beautiful,” Changbin whispers, “Cum for me.” His words seem to have triggered your orgasm. Your body went stiff, cumming around his cock, mumbling a bunch of expletives. You start trembling, the feeling of your orgasm was too intense. Changbin hisses, pulling himself out of you when he felt his own release nearing.

He pulls you up, pushing your head close to his throbbing dick. Getting the memo, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down as you pump the rest of his cock. Changbin moans, his rough hand in your hair. He starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. One harsh tug on your scalp made you moan, the vibrations sends waves of pleasure down his cock making him throw his head back yet again.

“What a dirty little girl,” he pants heavily. “Love my cock that much, huh, doll?” Tears pool your eyes as you try humming in agreement. The second round of vibrations sent Changbin over the edge. Hot spurts of cum shoots down your throat. He holds your head in place until he finishes cumming. “That’s it, beautiful. Swallow it all. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

He lets go of your head and gently pushes you down his bed. He cups your cheek, rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. Changbin reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it down onto his floor and rubbing at your breast to soothe you, only letting go of them when you let out an uncomfortable whine. He moves up to your face and kisses you softly.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” he questions you. You nod, too fucked out to respond verbally. Changbin giggles, moving to lay beside you and petting your hair as you calm yourself. You turn your body to hug his, slightly catching him off guard. He immediately relaxes, however, and continues stroking your hair. The two of you lay comfortably until Changbin broke the silence.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, quietly. You note the tone of uncertainty in his words. Your eyes meet his in question.

“Mean what?” you slur, still having a bit of trouble talking.

“Did you mean what you said in the library? Do you really hate me? Was this just a…one time thing?”

You look at him sadly, his expression matching yours. He didn’t want this to be just a one night stand. He genuinely wants to be friends with you. Scratch that, he wants to be even more than that. You nibble on your lips, shaking your head.

“No…I don’t actually hate you…Yeah, you piss me off a lot but…I can’t actually hate you,” you say, moving your hands to cup his face. You could feel Changbin leaning into your touch. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when I started liking you. I guess I only just realized it now when you pushed me onto your bed.”

Changbin moves away from you in shock. “You…like me?” You timidly nod your head, a little embarrassed now. He lets out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him and kisses you. This time, this kiss was soft, filled with so much love and unsaid feelings. You giggle into the kiss, holding his face. Changbin pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes twinkling in joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You smile, moving to peck his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “For everything I said. It was uncalled for and kinda mean. Scratch that, I really was a fucking bitch to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Changbin hums, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I get why you said all that. I mean, this whole rivalry started ‘cause of me, so this was kinda my fault to begin with.”

“No, it’s not. We both brought this upon ourselves, Bin, so we’re both at fault.”

“I guess…Let’s just start over?”

You contemplate. “I think,” you start cautiously, “It’s better if we don’t.”

“Huh?” Changbin was confused. “What do you mean no?��

“I mean, I don’t really want to forget about our past and pretend our years of bickering never happened. We already fell for each other’s bad qualities, so why should we, you know? There’s nothing for us to hide at this point.”

Changbin had a look of realization on his face, drawing out a long ‘ah’. “I like that,” he laughs. “You’re right. Let’s do that!” He pulls you closer to his broad chest, kissing the top of your head. He hugs your form tighter, as if he was afraid that this was a dream. “Oh yeah, what’re we gonna tell Chan and Jisung when we show up together all lovey-dovey?” he wonders out loud.

“No need to tell us anything!” a voice sounding a lot like Jisung’s calls out from the other side of Changbin’s door. “We’ve been home for 15 minutes now. We heard almost everything! Chill out goddamnit!” You both could hear Chan in the distance, yelling at Jisung for saying that while he goes on about how you two “actually did it, they finally got laid!”.

“Oh my god…” you groan in mortification while Changbin drowns with laughter. You hide your face on Changbin’s chest, feeling it shake from his laughs. “Looks like we got that down!” he jokes. You slap his chest with a whine.

Yup. Today now marks the end of the Seo-L/n war, and damn were you glad it did.

~End~

A/n: hi. if you didn’t know, this is actually a repost yay :) cause after all this time, this fic still hasn’t shown up in the tags cause t*mblr is a little bi-

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #skz smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #seo changbin smut #seo changbin imagines #shame cause i was actually proud of this fic 🥲

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