#you can like soccer and you can like music and nerd shit

[yournowheregirl]

yknow what really gets me? the fact that we all seem to think that robin doesn’t enjoy jock things. while she’s canonically seen enjoying and cheering at the basketball game in s4 and more importantly, SHE PLAYS SOCCER!!!! she literally says so in s3?!!!! don’t come at me with your “robin is a music nerd ONLY” because she’s so much more than that!! and we should explore soccer player robin in fics bc i’m pretty sure whoever you ship her with will have an aneurysm watching her play soccer

#robin buckley #thanks for coming to my ted talk #you can like soccer and you can like music and nerd shit #the two are not mutually exclusive #she can bond with eddie over music and weird movies #and she can also watch sports games with steve #sorry i’m in my robin feelings today

[count-alucard-tepes]

To have his heart💕…part 2

Part 1

Part 3

Rosinantè had ordered all of Law’s and Doffy’s favorite meals before setting up the dining room table for them to all eat together once his arrived.

Law was in his bedroom, listening to some music while he read a book when all of a sudden his door was kicked in and a pink outline of a man stood there…menacingly!

“Law! I got you some books Rosi said you wanted! You nerd!”, Doffy said before placing on the desk near his bed.

Law almost had a heart attack and fell off the bed, “…ever heard of knocking before you enter someone’s bedroom…”, he grumbled as he walked over and looked at the books. He couldn’t help but blush a little! These books weren’t even out yet…and yet this shithead of an uncle got them for him.

Doffy grinned and laid on the bed like a starfish before looking at his nephew, “…yeah yeah, you’re welcome! Now come here and give me a hug…”.

“That never happened…nor will it ever…thank you though…”, Law said as he opened one of the books.

“I said come here, boy!?”, Doffy laughed before going to grab Law but the young man was quick to run out.

“Dad!? Help me! Your brother is trying to smother me!?”, Law said as he ran around trying to avoid Doffy.

Rosinantè was watching this all unfold in his house…and it pissed him off.

“You idiots!? You’re going to break something! Get your asses to the table and eat the food I got you!”, he snapped.

Doffy and Law immediately stilled as Rosinantè never got angry and when he did…it was better to just do whatever he said.

They quickly got to the table and began eating, “…so…what have you been up to, Doffy? Spare me all the nefarious parts that would traumatize both Law and myself…and nothing sexual either”, Rosinantè said as he ate some lobster.

“…well, that narrows what I’ve been up to to barely anything then…going for swimming lessons so I can use that big ass pool at my house…”, Doffy said thoughtfully.

“Oh? That’s good! Always good to learn how to swim even at your age…”, Rosinantè said teasingly which earned a laugh out of Law and glare from Doffy who them smacked him on the head with a baguette, “…don’t make me force feed you this, Law…you know I will”.

“…dad, he’s threatening me again”, Law said with a huff.

“It’s okay, we can throw him in the pool if he acts up too much and see how much he’s learned”, Rosinantè chuckled.

“Hey, hey…you’re my bro, you’re supposed to take my part!”, Doffy huffed as Law stuck out his tongue at him.

“What you been up to, Rosi?”, Doffy asked as he sipped some wine. Law giving a cheeky grin in response.

Rosinantè blushed in response, “…you know busy at work and getting Law an internship…also working on my dating life”.

“Dating life!? Well damn, I didn’t even know you were into that…you’re such a dad”, Doffy laughed as Rosinantè glared at him.

“Some of us can’t be man-whores all our lives, Doffy…some of us want to get married and have more kids”, he said with a pout.

“…glad someone finally said it”, Law said under his breath only to get hit on the head with a baguette again.

“…don’t make me visit your university one of these days and embarrass the shit out of you…because you know I will”, Doffy said with a grin.

Rosinantè sighed softly as he sipped his wine, “…hm…you know I have vacation days I need to take…we should plan a holiday together”.

Law sighed, “…dad, I have my exams to worry about…”.

“Nerd…I’m always on holiday so just let me know where you want to go”, Doffy grinned.

The afternoon was spent just watching soccer and relaxing the entire time until Doffy left.

“…I’m gonna sit outside for a bit…leftovers are in the fridge if you get hungry”, Rosinantè said as he grabbed his cigarettes and headed outside to sit by the pool.

He looked at his phone and saw a few messages from Y/N, he lit his cigarette and inhaled deeply before video calling with them.

“…hey, sorry I didn’t call earlier…my brother was here and we spent some time together”, he said with a little smile.

“Hi there, stranger…that sounds like fun…did you have dinner yet?”, they asked as they seemed to be lounging around their apartment.

“Yeah, my brother is pretty bougie so we had lobster…”, he said with a weak smile, “…what about you?”.

“I was just planning to cook right now…I was thinking salmon…”, Y/N said looking thoughtful.

“Pretty healthy…”, he replied with a wink.

“Yep, got to help my guns in shape”, they said before flexing their arms for him to see.

He whistled in response, “…thanks for the gun show…I feel like you should have shown me them last night or this morning…”.

“Well you’re always welcome to come over and I’ll show you them all you like”, they teased as they put down their phone in angle where he’d be able to watch them cooking.

He smiled as he watched them, “…you know our next date should be a home cooked meal date…what do you think?”, he asked curiously.

“I’d love that! What about next Friday?”, they asked gently, “…I mean I still want to see you during the week but on Friday I usually have more time to go to market after work and get the best ingredients”.

“It’s a date then…”, he said with a smile.

“Sounds good to me…hey is that a pool?”, Y/N asked excitedly.

“Oh yeah, you like swimming?”, he asked curiously as he flipped the camera for them to see the pool.

“Yeah I do!”, they beamed.

“Well then you should come over and use it…Law used to use it a lot when he was younger but not anymore”, he said gently.

“That’s a deal…”, they said with a smile.

“Alright, so I’ll leave you to dinner and I’ll call you in the morning…maybe we could go out and have coffee tomorrow?”, he asked gently.

“Yeah, sounds good…have good night, babe”, they said with a smile.

He blushed a little at the nickname, “…good night, love”.

He would cut the call and then finish smoking his cigarette before just relaxing for a bit outside, it wasn’t too cold at least.

Maybe this new chapter of his life would be a little more fun than usual…he had high hopes.

#ooc #one piece #donquixote rosinante #corazon one piece #Cora-san #rosinante corazon #one piece rosinante #op rosinante #rosinante x reader #rosinante x you #fanfiction

[chocotonez]

skz as high school cliches

a/n: awww this request was so cute n fun <3 all of these are in the context that y/n and skz are datinf

warnings/genre: fluff, really fluffy, cursing here n there, felix is a nerd but everyone loves him

chan

-Student council president and the classic jock

-soccer team captain, he’s always on top of things, teachers love him

-everyone’s surprised when he says he wants to go into music, but just like everything else, he’s amazing w a guitar and his VOICEEE <333

-everyone hates you two because he fuckin serenades you and shows you off 25/8, writes songs for you and leaves them in your locker and posts you on his social media story like everyday

-he tends to overwork himself, and YOUU you’re just the light at the end of the tunnel for him, you’re his energy shot, he literally needs you to function in the morning LMAO

-probably dress codes you just to see you and then kiss you while you “look” for clothes in the discipline office

-can b v cheeky but he always gets away with it because he’s cute and his stellar performance in literally everything is too good for the school’s reputation

-you guys are definitely the it couple, although you two also love to make it obvious ur dating in the hallway. pls take it somewhere else people are trying to get to class

lee know

-I feel like he’s the annoying boy who sits next to you in class that always teases you endearingly and scribbles on your paper

-compliments your outfits, plays with your fingers during lectures, and always gets called out for admiring you

-during work time he is…so…loves to poke you and just draw on your paper and is all over you

-whenever there’s partner work he immediately grabs your arm like you two don’t sit next to each other LMAO

-he can definitely come off as intimidating to other people, brooding look and so very attractive, and yet you come into the room and he’s just this little fly you’re swatting at all the time

-a little shit but so fucking funny, like the loud kid in class who’s just too funny to hate. probably acts all lovey dovey to embarrass you but then blushes whenever you kiss his cheek

-whenever you give him little trinkets, gum wrapper hearts or little notes you passed during class, he keeps them in his binder and while all his friends clown him for being whipped, he loves just looking at them and he’s so thankful for u and he just LOVES U <333 and he also loves annoying you xoxo

changbin

-class clown but very endearing -loves his friends sm, and loves u even more!! -never switches up on you, he always treats you with respect even if you're gone -most dramatic about your relationship, sighing and saying he misses his s/o, posting imy on his social media stories, whining if he doesnt get the attention he deserves -everyone calls him a simp and he will deny it but its so true -teachers love him even though his grades aren't exactly teacher's pet worthy, some of the teachers always comment on how cute u two are -picks you up after school/gives you a ride, you both get some snacks from a local bakery </3 -oh i just realized the format looks different anyways, always paying for ur dates and treating you like royalty, he puts a lot of effort into the relationship -he can be a little overbearing at times esp for a high school relationship, but he just loves you a lot and wants to express it </3 hyunjin

-the art teacher's favorite, creative department's pride -he's kinda quiet and soft spoken, not only in interaction but in love -draws you in his sketchbook, doodles on your hand, writes "ily" on sticky notes 4 u -his favorite thing is to have u sitting in the art room while he works, you help inspire him and its honestly really calming for him!! -his friends are kinda loud, but its entertaining to watch him let loose and get a little chaotic teehee

-he loves you cuz he can relax with you, he likes to come over and just cuddle while watching a movie, shoving away your homework -only goes to school for you n other close friends -he's really talented in almost every artform, you're so lucky because his promposal is genius wordplay -i however am not a poet so that's up for your imagination -paints your nails, does the thing where ur nail color will match his pinky nail :,) -walks you to class no matter how late it makes him, attendance office hates him -if you do competitive extracurriculars, he draws an obscenely large sign -he can be introverted and reclusive, but he never shies away from supporting you, as you always support him

han

-the kid who reads announcements and is on the school news -probably goes around interviewing students with stupid questions for a tiktok bit -"Debate club meeting this afternoon, I'll be busy on a date with my s/o!" and everyone in class looks at u -ofc he'll ask if you're comfy with his corny, very public jokes, and if you are he is so !!! :D -posts rants on his private story about how cute you are -uses his announcement kid privilege to just stop by your class to "collect information" but he spends like ten minutes talking to you while the teacher is just glaring at him -the radio teacher always has to email an apology but he's too good </3 he wakes up the whole school -please do not ask him for help w homework, he's a great cheerleader but oh goodness gracious

-if anything you're gonna be tutoring him -but he appreciates it so much!! -his friends are v tired of hearing about you, but Han makes sure you feel comfortable with them so you all actually have a ton of fun hanging out -when he's working cameras at a school event he always waves frantically at you or yells your name really loudly teehee -he's always excited to express his love for you, for everyone to see, because you're just!! so!! perf to him!!

felix

-brings you baked goods almost every day, excels in school, sweet to everyone, super smiley, everyone loves him he's just so cute! -but w you,,,he gets to be himself, he gets to make slightly rude jokes, he gets to express how much he dislikes someone, he gets to voice his complaints, and having someone like you listen is more than he could ask for -everyone thinks you're the sweetest couple ever, he always has to be holding your hand !! loves it when you hold his arm because he feels like he's strong and protecting you (from what?? no clue, maybe calculus) -being so candid with you is relieving, as he always feels there's a lot of pressure on him to act and perform a certain way. he's just the sunshiney good kid -obviously you're not a bad influence on him (I think), but you allow him to express himself more freely without fear, you give him confidence

-in exchange, he always listens to you, and he gives amazing advice -also makes amazing strawberry scones <3 -his social media feed is probably just really aesthetic photos of you, his profile is just a fanpage LMAO -always blows a kiss when he sees you in the hallway, all of his friends teasing him -he wants to express his love for you, and you give him the courage to do so seungmin

-not the mom friend, but the uncle friend -always saying weird jokes, asking interesting questions that makes you think, his mind is really abstract but he's also so funny lmao -you two can't sit together in class because when he laughs, you laugh, and then the teacher yells. sigh -teases you so much, texts you during class so your phone goes off, leaving overly cheesy notes in your locker that makes you question his dignity, all his photos of you two are kinda blurry because he's probably giggling while taking it so his body is shakey :( -pays for ur lunch or packs extra snacks for you -begrudgingly gives you his hw or notes you can copy off of -"can i have some of your water" and then he proceeds to CHUG it -his humor is great, but what attracts you is such a fascinating mind. he asks such interesting questions that make you giggle and then go hmmm -"if this world is a simulation, why is it so stagnant? do our controllers speed time up for them, but we don't experience it? like the sims??" -you guys have matching keychains which is so cute and everyone sees them in the hallway and cry because they're lonely -he always makes you smile, he's someone you just connect with and you can laugh with, and he feels the exact same way about you <3 jeongin

-baby face but kinda mean tbh TT -grouchy towards everyone but you kinda trope -sneaks through your window to surprise you with convenience store snacks and his unfinished homework he needs your help on -would smack a bitch if someone said anything bad about you -always looks out for you, he feeds you at lunch, carries an extra pencil just in case, he even tries in class so you don't worry about him falling behind -the best part is that he does his best to take care of himself so he can take care of you, it makes him feel like he's in charge!! -trash sleep schedule but at least you get to wake up to 100+ messages in the morning that span from paragraphs of proclamations of love to a roblox roleplay story video -he doesn't love PDA too much esp in the hallways but he kisses the top of your head when he leaves for class -talks and gushes about you to his friend and his favorite teachers but like makes them pinky promise they don't expose how whipped he is for you -he wants to be cool and mysterious to impress you, but you always reassure him you love him just how he is -that's why he loves you, you make him love himself

#stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions

[comradekatara]

gaang + fire nation girls and their opinions on yellowjackets??

okay well i've talked before about how katara suki and ty lee watch yellowjackets together as well as assigning each character their yellowjacket counterpart, so check those posts out too, if you want!

aang: he knows katara loves it, but he can't watch it, he finds it too upsetting and creepy

sokka: he enjoys it but katara can't stand watching it with him because he's always shit like "well if they had just listened to ben they wouldn't be in this mess" or "they should be nicer to nat" and he's killing the vibe -_-

zuko: it gives him nightmares but the good kind so he keeps watching. he's a little bit obsessed with adult shauna and adult misty they are like camp icons to him

toph: appreciates the soundtrack and also sokka's very biased recaps wherein each episodes mostly details what fresh misery his best friends nat and ben (and occasionally simone) have had to endure this time

suki: she loves the aesthetics, the tone, the suspense, the humor, the music, and most of all, the hot babes. i think she is a vangirl and a lottiegirl first and foremost so s2 was a beautiful gift to her. also she'd be lying if she said she hasn't read a fanfic or two

mai: she likes it but she thinks shauna should have, at the very least, kissed jackie's corpse, if not outright fucked it. ear eating was a good start and all, but doing your dead bestie's makeup is honestly not even weirder than what the average mortician does on a daily basis, so kind of disappointing to be honest.

azula: doesn't watch it because any tv show that isn't on hbo is too pedestrian for her refined tastes, but if she did she would be so obsessed with taissa she would be the number one taigirl and she would ship taishauna like her life depended on it!!!!

ty lee: it is one of her favorite tv shows ever because it involves lesbians eating human flesh in a bacchic frenzy and what can be better than that. she's a shaunagirl because she thinks shauna is the most unhinged and therefore the sexiest. she's the type of fan who is constantly coming up with fakakta theories about lore and where the show is gonna go next. if suki can constantly spam the yj groupchat with taivan fucking nasty in the lake 5k words then ty lee is at least allowed to predict that antler queen is actually a literal spirit of the wilderness who is personified by their very faith in the supernatural, right?

katara: a show depicting various women struggling to deal with their trauma in unhealthy unappealing destructive ways, toxic teenage girljocks who take soccer way too seriously, exploring taboos in relation to the colonial assumptions of society vs the constructed bogeyman of "the wilderness" that exists in the white supremacist imagination, and nuances of patriarchy vs relational modes of knowing through both absence and presence is exactly the kind of narrative that katara would be compelled, nay, transfixed by, even if she does have some well-deserved critiques when it comes to the show's execution, especially some of its blindspots when it comes to the issue of racialization. hence why she is the biggest yj head in this house (which is why i saved her for last). like she has a whole side twitter just for yj posting. she loves all her milf children equally, except she might have a teensy bias towards taissa for the simple fact that she is the best at soccer. katara is one of those fans who studies the soccer game in the pilot as a way of gleaning insight regarding the characters, because actually she's a really big nerd when it comes to things like that. she didn't like nat at first because she'd show up drunk to practices and that pissed her off, but then nat shared that strategy with kevyn tan's son and she decided that she was okay. stuff like that. despite the fact that she and suki have gotten into screaming matches debating jackie's sexuality ("i don't understand how you can think she isn't a lesbian how else are you supposed to read her character" "maybe she just kind of ...sucks? ever think of that?????") and also nat's (katara being of the opinion that nat is straight is actually so bravely correct of her, in this instance, despite suki's totally sympathetic objections that if nat is straight then how are she and lottie gonna partake in the milffucking?? hm?????) and also ben's ("no straight man would be carrying all those condoms with him for a weekend work trip" "suki not everyone is gay you can't just assign homosexuality to everyone you think is hot" [...] "okay i stand corrected just this once"), she is extremely emotionally invested in every single one of these characters, and seeing any of them get hurt or die makes her feel physically ill (yes, even laura lee). aang's like "you know, if this show is getting bad for your mental health, you don't have to rewatch every episode five times to pick up on nuances and easter eggs and potential foreshadowing" and katara's like "but if i don't then how will i be able to properly characterize them for my greek mythology AU novel-length fanfic???????" because she is totally normal about the show and everyone can agree on that.

#imliterallysobored #asks #the gaang and #mostly #katara #synthesis #modern au #because it incorporates katara being a soccer player. i guess #also do not ask me for yj fanfic recs i have never read any and i never will. just pulled those examples outta my ass #based on what i think could be compelling theoretically #and yes i do think that nat is straight. dont @ me!!!!!

[inluvwyouu]

bllk boys as american high school stereotypes

✧.* notes— bc i’m a bored asf high school senior and just finished rewatching high school musical

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, mikage reo

(in pt. 2: chigiri hyoma, shoei barou, itoshi rin, itoshi sae)

warnings: none :)

isagi yoichi - the accomplished nerd

you cannot tell me this kid wouldn’t at least be ranked top 6% or smth

like he would definitely have his whole high school life and college career planned out using his meta vision or whatever

he would “devour” all of his tests, quizzes, concept checks, etc.

and not to mention that he plays soccer

i know for a fact dude would milk the soccer thing for all it’s worth on his college apps

like in every other sentence on his college essay he would be talking about his soccer trauma lmao

he would also be a part of so many other clubs just to have a stacked resumé

i feel like he would study a lot too like just because he wants to do well in school in general

he’s one of those nerds that’s not necessarily popular but everyone knows him because people talk about his grades and his rank and they look up to him and stuff

was definitely cancelled for a bit for calling one of his classmates a slur after getting a bad grade on a group project…

nagi seishiro - the “invisible” kid

he’s not actually invisible he just never shows up to class lmao

he shows up occasionally to get the bare minimum of school hours so he can graduate, and also shows up for test days because making up work is a pain

he usually just sits in the back of class and is either sleeping or blatantly playing on his phone but the teachers never say anything because they lowkey forget he exists

but somehow he still has perfect grades??

he doesn’t think he has a lot of friends because he thinks it’s too much energy to keep up with a social life

and yet he’s still pretty popular and was somehow dragged into a huge friend group without even trying

a lot of girls have hallway crushes on him and try to flirt with him but he doesn’t even notice

and if he does he just pretends he doesn’t.

he couldn’t care less about school and just goes because he has to and internally complains about wanting to go home the entire day

bachira meguru - the weird kid

i’m sorry i love bachira but he’d definitely be that one kid people laugh at in the hallways

not necessarily in a “he gets bullied” way but just like, he’s weird and he knows it, everyone else knows it, and he’s genuinely funny

he’s like the weird kid that everyone’s friends with if ykwim

but it’s also kind of sad because he has no real friends

his grades are good enough i suppose; he doesn’t really try but he’ll get into a pretty decent college so he’s fine

doesn’t take school all that seriously

definitely the class joker

and is the subject of teacher gossip pretty much everyday because they find him incredibly tiring to deal with

other kids have seen him talking to himself in the hallways so they’re kind of creeped out by him

he’s completely aware that people talk about him behind his back but he doesn’t really care because he like being able to make people laugh

mikage reo - the rich kid

this one is obvious lol

he’s always wearing luxury brand names to school like it’s nothing

like catch this man in the hallway in gucci shoes, a louis vuitton jacket, prada sunglasses, and spraying his chanel perfume everywhere because the hallway smells like shit

people become friends with him just in the hopes that he’ll buy them super bougie stuff for their birthdays or whenever

he’s literally a nepo baby so he doesn’t even have to do well in school to get into a good college

has girls falling for him left and right but he knows it’s just because he happens to be wealthy and genetically fortunate

definitely would be a popular kid that gets along well with everyone

he’s really modest about his wealth but also not modest at all at the same time

the teachers try to suck up to him because they’re adamant that he’s going to be successful in the future (and he probably will)

blows money on his friends every time they hang out and throws the best parties with expensive ass alcohol

#blue lock #bllk headcanons #bllk #bllk anime #bllk manga #blue lock anime #blue lock headcanons #isagi yoichi #nagi seishiro #bachira meguru #mikage reo #anime #isagi headcanons #nagi headcanons #bachira headcanons #reo headcanons

[rattusn0rvegicus]

Thanks for the tag @georgekirrin!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Kind of. Yes. It's an astronaut lol, not telling which one

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uhhhh idk, like a month-ish ago when I was really going through it I think 😭

3. Do you have kids?

fuck no 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️

4. What sports do you play/have played?

I uh, briefly played soccer as a kid and was also into swimming and (regrettably) cross country running and mixed martial arts? Had to quit the latter bc of my hearing disability though, that's a long story 😅

These days I don't really do sports, I just go hiking and occasionally dabble in rock climbing. Used to weight lift but I've fallen out of it, RIP

5. Do you use sarcasm?

No /s

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

Bro I have literally no fucking clue. Their hair maybe? Probably their hair.

7. What's your eye colour?

Brown as a bear. Mmm bears

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither. I want sad angsty movies where everyone dies at the end 😤

9. Any talents?

Uhhh I'm good enough at art that people will spend money on it, and I can cook pretty well! Both of these are less “talents” and more “I’ve studied and practiced and failed a lot” tho. I don't know if I entirely believe in talent.

10. Where were you born?

Good old Tennessee lmao

11. What are your hobbies?

Uhhh let's see. Drawing, painting, reading, writing, fursuit/costume making, DnD… you know, nerd shit. I sew here and there but god am I terrible at it. And I absolutely love to cook! There's also the aforementioned hiking and (rare) rock climbing/bouldering. If I had money I'd ski every winter but alas I am too broke, even for rentals 😂 I kinda wanna get back into climbing trees one day but tree saddles are so goddamn expensive.

Aaaand does listening to music and podcasts count as a hobby?

12. Do you have any pets?

I have two rats who are utterly apathetic to my existence, and I also live with my partner’s three bunnies lol

13. How tall are you?

5'6". I tower above all you tiny 5’5” and 5’4” people. What's it like down there? I can't hear you

14. Favourite subject in school?

Currently my favorite class is my Epidemiology class! But I also really liked Herpetology and Psychology when I first went to college, and in high school I liked English Composition and also Marine Biology 💚

15. Dream job?

There's not really One Single Thing I'd like to do for 40 hours a week, every week, for the rest of my life lmao.

BUT if I could have it my way, I'd do some work at an LGBT-focused peer respite house, and also some public health policy/outreach/research work regarding, basically, various peer-run mental health things. And maybe I'd be an adjunct professor and teach a class or two as well. And a part time occupational therapist. Lol.

Or, even less feasibly, fucking off to a gay farm commune for a while and then hitchhiking around the country/world depending on how much cash I've got. And/or working in Antarctica for a summer or two.

I'm going to tag @filmamir @astriiformes @virginia-werewolf and uhhhhh anyone else who wants to do this I guess 😅

#about me

[catgirltitties]

Tagged by @mispronouncing-michaelangelo 15 Questions for 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone? I am! My first name TaIanivaIu is a Samoan royal name that was given to my great grandfather, so I'm the 4th! It was like created for the man too, so i'm the only person thats supposed to have the name. My name Ea is Hawaiian for free spirit, but its not after someone else.

2. When was the last time you cried? That fucking sappy Halo character saying nice things to you that I got mini viral off of came across my dash again and it made me cry LOL.

3. Do you have kids? No, but id like to one day

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not too much but when i do i make it pretty obvious that im not serious

5. What sports do you play/have you played? I played a lot of peewee sports, flag football, basketball, soccer, and i played for the best high school water polo team in the US. Right now im in a rec league for basketball, softball, and football, and previously did competitive kickball! My friends call me a jock hehe

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Eyes and hair (my favorite!)

7. Eye colour? Dark Brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings sweep!!!!

9. Any special talents? can dance and sing and uhh put my leg over my head

10. Where were you born? Los Angeles county CA

11. What are your hobbies? Nerd shit Jock shit and suckin off women

12. Do you have any pets? Nope :(

13. How tall are you? Idk but prolly 5'11

14. Fave subject in school? Philosophy hehe

15. Dream job? Music video post production director

I tag uhhhhh @biggum @fresh2definitely @coccolithophore @flowerygraves @myopicmickey for this. Reply if you wanna do this and i'll edit you into the post so you can be tagged >:)

#tag game #thank you so much for the tag !! #im sorry this is so late

[ofparagade-a]

and while i'm on here ... have a few random facts about damien.

he's a band geek. damien is a percussionist and actually has a couple of ph.ds in music! more specifically in music composition and music theory! it's something he's always loved and had a major passion in ever since he was young.

he plays soccer. in fact, he was the coach on the varsity teams in both high school and college. this explains why he's able to biotic jump so quickly and so far without running out of air and losing stamina as quickly. then everything happens at the beginning of mass effect 2 and it boosts everything all the more.

he was valedictorian. yep! you read that right. our boyo is a big ass nerd. reads comics and everything. and ... in all honesty ... if you call him a nerd / geek he'll just be all jokester and say shit like "thanks! it's nice to know someone else recognizes my intelligence." when around close friends / family.

he's left-handed. yeeeeep. he's in the minority on that unfortunately. but you know what? that's okay! he's hella proud to be a leftie tbh.

he's an orthodox jew(ish). now ... granted ... he's not always able to keep up with his practices but he does what he can to keep up with everything. this does, in fact, include him taking saturdays off to himself.

#CODEX ENTRY // headcanon

[gothmikasagf]

Heyyy this is for the match-up event!

My preference is a male partner :3 (and within the ST fandom, please)

Physically: 4'10", fair skinned with lots of beauty marks & birthmarks. Long wavy/curly brown hair with brown eyes, small but soft and plush lips - rosy pink. Ethnic nose (Latina) which I'm deeply insecure about. Hourglass ish figure, I work out a lot so it's a mix between an athletic and hourglass body? I plan to get tattoos and piercings very soon, currently have two in each ear. If you want like a real good visual, imagine Pedro Pascal (The Mandalorian) but as a younger, female version. Oh, and I'm Michelle, btw, haha.

Fun facts: I'm a Capricorn, I'm majoring in forensic science, I love documentaries & history & science. I have a genetic mutation that gives me elf ears (stahl's ear - if curious). I draw, have been drawing for over a decade (I'm 18). I play the eletric guitar and I'm a good dancer. I used to do sports (tennis and soccer) but ended up stopping due to how clumsy I am. I'm a huge nerd for ST, Star Wars, Batman, MCU, video games (horror or like story based games), everything horror/slasher. I grew up listening to a lot of rock, so that blended in with my music taste of today, lots of rock (metal or like soft rock), but I also really like to listen to Kendrick, or Childish Gambino. Ozzy Osbourne is my favorite artist of all time (I really enjoy the song Perry Mason by him, good shit). As for my favorite song atm, could be Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush orrrrr People are Strange by The Doors.

Style: I dress pretty grungey, but I also have my girly princess moments, I get dolled up - but it all depends on my mood, and the weather.

Type: I do have a type, I like a guy that can make me laugh, cause that's how I am. I love me a nerdy boyfriend (who's obviously taller than me, because... I haven't really found a guy shorter than me, my exes heights do vary though - I've dated from 5'2" men to 6'0" men). I also like a guy with the same music taste as me, loves horror, and that can play the guitar! (talented fingers)

Personality: I'm very shy when you first meet me, quiet, timid. But once you get to know me, I'm a ball of energy. Love to make people laugh. I'm the person that gets the aux cord in the car with friends cause I get them hyped up & singing & jamming!! I'm very funny, and very very protective when it comes to my loved ones - not like the obsessive protective, but if you talk shit to them I will get angry and probably be like what the fuck did you say? type shit. I also get really passionate when it comes to lore, or talking about things I love, I ramble.. a lot. Sorry.

If you need anything else, pls dm me! Hope this is okay! Thank you!!

I match you with...

Eddie Munson!

This boy would be so down bad for you. He really likes your everyday overall grunge style but get very flustered whenever you dress up.

He would get so excited about tattoos and piercings. He would especially be interested in the meaning of the tattoos you have or plan to get.

You'd bond over music and playing guitar. Would probably show off playing something he knows you like just to impress you.

He's amazed by your drawings and probably asks you to draw something dnd related.

He'd be so goofy and over the top just to make you laugh. (Kinda like he did with chrissy)

He really loves when you get protective about the people you love, especially if it's about him. (Give this boy some love)

Would listen so well to your rambles and add to the conversation letting you know the he's really listening (I can't highlight this enough).

I hope you enjoyed it!

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x y/n #matchups

[gwentrification]

Got tagged by the lovely @wuggen for an ask thign so here goes!

Last...

Beverage: Cranberry-pomegranate juice! It’s so good.

Phone call: Talked with my parents about some student loan stuff because we live in a society.

Text message: Also talking with my mom about aforementioned student loans.

Song you listened to: Uhhhhhh I’ve been on an FFXIV music kick lately because I’m a nerd so I think the Shadowbringers theme?

Time you cried: The last time I really cried was a few weeks ago probably. Personal stuff etc.

Have you ever...

Dated someone twice: Nope!

Kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah. My first couple romantic relationships were less because I was feeling it and more a mildly cute person asked.

Lost someone special: In some ways! I don’t talk as much with some of my old friends as I should.

Been depressed: You fucking know it

Been drunk and threw up: Yes. 4Loko is of the devil and I fear any person who drinks that shit for fun

Last year, have you...

Made a new friend: A lot lately yeah!

Fallen out of love: Nyope

Laughed until you cried: Yes! If the humor is just stupid enough I turn into a hyena.

Found out who your true friends are: This is a weird question tbh.

Found out someone was talking about you: Nope! Though if they were, that’s fine I guess? I’ve been known to talk about other people so it would be unfair not to accept it in kind.

General

How many people on your fb friends list do you know in real life?: The last time I used Facebook was to stalk potential jurors for a jury trial that never happened lmao.

List 3 favorite colors: Most blues, black, and the red of leaves in the autumn.

Firsts

First surgery: I think I got my tonsils out when I was a baby?

First piercing: Had my nips pierced for a while but I took them out when I started HRT. should really get them re-pierced at some point.

First best friend: Some nerd named Cole. Considered him my best friend up until like 7th grade.

First sport you joined: I did soccer for five minutes when I was like seven before I burst into tears and went home.

First vacation: My family used to go to the Outer Banks when I was younger! Beautiful area really. I’m usually a mountains gal but I could live there or in Provincetown and just watch the sea forever.

First pair of trainers: I have no goddamn idea.

Right now

Eating: Cheap yakisoba because I didn’t feel like being healthy. It’s got spice packets :)

Drinking: Cranberry juiceeeeeee

I’m about to: Probably play some games with my roommate in a bit!

Your future

Want kids: I’m a grade A idiot, I would so mess up a child. If I ever do want them I’ll probably adopt; I doubt I’m fertile at this point anyway

Get married: Seems messy in poly relationships, but I might consider it for the tax benefits.

Career: Attorney, hopefully! Gotta actually study for the LSAT.

Which is better

Lips or eyes: Eyes! There are so many variations.

Hugs or kisses: Hugs! Kissing is a lot of fun but sometimes the concept grosses me out.

Shorter or taller: Taller, though I’m not really picky about it!

Older or younger: Generally a bit older? Dating younger feels a bit weird to me.

Romantic or spontaneous: I feel like romance can be spontaneous?

Nice stomach or nice arms: Stomacchhhh. So much to love. Though if a girl can pick me up there’s at least a 70% chance that I’m swooning.

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive I think. I don’t mind a bit of noise but too much sets me on edge.

Hook-up or relationship: Relationship! I don’t mind hookups but I wouldn’t do it with someone I wasn’t at least acquainted with.

Trouble maker or hesitant: Depends on the trouble! 

Have you ever...

Kissed a stranger: Nyope

Drank hard liquor: Yes, but I prefer vodka in some kind of juice.

Lost glasses/contacts: I can see, HA

Sex on first date: Hmmm sorta! My first bf and I got a little handsy after we got back from visiting Niagara Falls, but we weren’t dating before then so I would hesitate to call that a date (hesidate?)

Broke someone’s heart: Probably yeah. It’s made me a bit more cautious about just leaping into romance.

Been arrested: Nyope

Turned someone down: Yeee. Internet dating can be hard

Cried when someone died: Yes

Do you believe in...

Yourself: I do exist yeah

Miracles: Nah

Love at first sight: I’m not going to judge every person’s experience, but it doesn’t really happen to me personally. I can form crushes easily but it takes some time for that to deepen.

Heaven: Not really, and I don’t really care if it does exist

Santa Claus: Only when it’s funny

Kiss on the first date: If the vibes are right

Angels: I hold to that most centrist of theistic beliefs, agnosticism. I think the existence of the divine would be in some ways very comforting, but in others very disturbing. On the whole I’m inclined to think not.

Apparently you’re supposed to tag 25 people but I feel uncomfortable just @ing people so if you really wanna do it go for it and pretend I called you out specifically

[titan-fodder]

Prima Vista Part II

[ previous ] 

Rating: E (explicit; mdni) Pairing: Mike Zacharias x fem!reader wc: ~ 10.2k

Warnings: specific character attributes (not appearance, mentioned favorite color, movie, etc.), oral, rough sex, multiple orgasms, Erwin is kind of annoying, semi-exhibitionism, too much testosterone  A/N: And, here we go again. Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part and told me about it. This one’s for y’all~

Mike immediately notices when you start to avoid him. You had already been doing it, but now it's to the point of ducking into buildings you have no business being in and walking a little too briskly when you catch sight of him somewhere on campus. You also won't get anywhere near the Pi Kappa Alpha house.

 And, he gets it. He fucked up that night. Or, he didn't fuck up, but he opened up. Too much. Showed that he was willing to be vulnerable, and you obviously had not liked that. 

 The first week of watching you duck and cover from afar isn't so bad. He's a little bummed, yeah, but he figures you'll come around, if not for him then at least for his dick. 

 But, one week turns to two, and Mike gets irritated, a little angry even. Because it's not like he did anything wrong. It's not like you haven't wanted it every time. 

 He doesn't know your class schedule exactly, but he does know when you get out of your 11 AM and have to cross the courtyard to your dorm. It's where Mike caught you last time when he was playing frisbee with Nile, and it's where he catches you now. 

 Your speed walking is no match for his normal stride, and he easily closes the distance between you two and grabs your wrist to tug you toward a more private area by the library. 

 "What the fu—what are you doing?" You spit, pulling yourself free. 

 "What are you doing?"

 "Trying to get to my fucking room to nap! Is that okay?" 

 Mike ignores it, glances over his shoulder to make sure no one is watching, then asks, "Why are you avoiding me?" 

 Scoffing, you mumble an unconvincing, "I haven't been avoiding you."

 "Bullshit."

 "I've just been busy, okay? Midterms are coming up, and I'm falling behind…" He can tell you're lying by the way you can't meet his eyes. "I need to focus."

 "Am I that big of a distraction?" 

 You don't miss a beat—"Yes," and your eyes widen at your own answer like you're surprised by it. 

 Mike raises his eyebrows, taken off guard, and you try to cover your tracks. "I mean, like, I don't have time to be fucking frat boys. And, I know you have the pick of the litter, so it's not like you'll go without." 

 He has to bite his tongue, a confession right on the tip of it—I pick you—but knows that's the last thing you want to hear. It's too early for thoughts like that anyway. You're too closed off, and he's too transparent. It's not like anything serious could work out anyway, and even if it could, he shouldn't tie himself down. 

 "I mean, yeah, but—"

 You hold a hand up, take a deep breath. "Look, I'll be honest with you. You seem like an okay guy, but you should find some other girl to do this with. I don't wanna be another notch on your bedpost—"

 "Then, don't be. We can just hang out."

 "Yeah, we tried that at the party and still ended up sleeping together."

 "We can make it a rule then." He's trying too hard, he knows, but he can't help it. "No fucking. I won't come onto you, and you won't come onto me."

 You snort and pick at the hem of your shirt, obviously not buying any of this. "Why do you wanna be friends so bad anyway? Is it the hard-to-get thing? Is it that I'm making it difficult?"

 "Maybe but not entirely."

 Why does he want to be your friend so badly? You haven't given him any real reason to. You can bond over nerd shit here and there, but other than that, you don't have a lot in common. 

 You just seem… Cool. Aloof. Like you don't give a shit about anyone or anything, and Mike never thought he'd find that attractive in a girl, but apparently he does. 

 "Just come over one more time. We can watch something again or—"

 "I'm not going into your room again!"

 "You don't have to," Mike says, speaking with his hands to emphasize his point. "We can stay in the living room. Totally public. Any of the guys could walk in."

 "Has that ever stopped any of you before?"

 Not a hundred percent of the time. Mike has definitely seen more of Erwin and Gelgar than he'd like, but he can tell a little white lie.

 "Yes." 

 You stare up at him, a skeptical look on your face, and then, "I'll see if I can pencil you in." 

 "Fuck yeah, I promise I'll show you a good time without, like, showing you a good time." 

 "Yeah, whatever." 

 You're unimpressed, turn to walk away, but Mike is feeling a little too triumphant, a little too bold, and catches you before you can get too far. 

 He premises, "Just to get it out of my system," then bends down and kisses you. Palms covering your cheeks, fingers curling around the back of your head kisses you. He uses both of his thumbs, just under your mouth, to part your lips so that he can slide his tongue past them, and you push at his chest half-heartedly, no real force to it as you let him lick into your mouth. 

 The first whimper that escapes you is what makes you break away, your hands stronger against him to shove him back, and Mike smirks when you glare at him. 

 "You're on thin fucking ice, Zacharias. Thin ice."

 "I'll keep it in mind."

 With that, you leave the little alcove the two of you were in, grumbling and cursing the whole way. Mike just watches the sway of your hips and licks his lips. 

 *

 You come over on a Saturday afternoon. Mike can tell you've tried to make yourself look not cute in loose, ripped jeans and a t-shirt, but it doesn't work. Mike still smiles, and you still roll your eyes at him before kicking your shoes off by the door. 

 "Okay, so what are we doing?" You ask, sitting two cushions away from him on the couch. 

 "I brought my Switch in here, so we have that…"

 "Oh, do you have the SNES games downloaded?" 

 "Dumb question. Of course I do."

 "Rude. Open that shit up."

 He does, and you demand to play Donkey Kong, which Mike has no problem with, but, "A please would be nice."

 You click your tongue, holding your hand out for the second tiny controller and tell him, "You don't get to hear me beg anymore."

 Mike feels his shorts tighten, but all he does is kick a foot over his thigh and warn you, "Best not test my self-control like that."

 "Is that a threat?" You laugh, toggling down to 'Two Player' on the screen and clicking it. 

 "Not a threat." He bobs his head to the theme music. "Just lettin’ you know."

 You get as far as Mine Cart Carnage together, but Mike ends up getting tossed from the cart, leaving you to take over as Diddy. He watches the way you move with your character, sitting up straighter, raising the controller to your chest, swaying one way then the next as if your body is tied directly to the game. 

 Erwin walks in a little while later when you're focused on Stop & Go Station. He sits down in a plush chair, phone in his hand that he ignores in favor of asking, "What are you guys doing out here? Shouldn't you be in Mike's room?"

 Mike glances at him, gives him a look and shakes his head, but you're much less subtle when you snap, "Can it, Smith," eyes never leaving the screen. 

 "Don't count on that," Mike snorts. "I think it’s physically impossible for him to keep his mouth shut for longer than four seconds." 

 "Wooow," Erwin drawls, thick eyebrows high in offense. "I'm supposed to be able to trust you, and now you're just talking shit right in front of me."

 "For some reason, I get the feeling your ego can't get bruised that easily," you muse out loud. 

 "I'll have you know I can be very sensitive," Erwin informs you matter-of-factly. "I have a heart. I have feelings. And, I've been told on multiple occasions that I'm more considerate than most men, so there."

 You laugh, a silly sound that gets stuck in your throat. "Oh, really? And how many of those women—'cause that's what they are, I'm sure—were left behind after they built you up like that, hm?"

 Biting both of his lips, Erwin sits back in his chair and crosses his arms. "I plead the fifth on that one."

 "Uh huh, that's what I thought."

 While you're fixated on the screen, Mike glances over at his friend, sees blue eyes shining as Erwin stares at you, a tell-tale smirk on his face. He's amused by you. Interested, even. 

 You stay for about an hour longer before going back to the dorms. As soon as the front door shuts, Mike swivels around and points a finger at Erwin, uttering a low, "Don't you dare," that makes the blond chuckle. 

 "Wouldn't dream of it."

 *

 You mostly hang out on weekends and only in small bursts. Alternating between movies and video games, it's a little hard to speak to one another, but Mike is still able to pry some information out of you and share more about himself. 

 You're majoring in geological and earth sciences while Mike is working toward a degree in environmental science— "Kinda weird we haven't run into each other before." 

 You played basketball for a year in high school before getting annoyed by the other girls. Mike, on the other hand, made some of his best friends on his old soccer team. 

 You had a ferret growing up and now you'll "Never get another pet again 'cause when he died, I died a little with him." (It's the first time Mike has ever seen tears in your eyes, but you blink them away at record speed). He tells you about the dogs his family has had and how the one at home with his parents now is actually his. (Her name's Scout, and I would take a bullet for her.") 

 Hitch is your best friend even though she irritates the shit out of you, and Mike says something similar about Erwin. "He's a good guy. He's just… Passionate about so many things. He gets obsessive. Drives me insane."

 "Obsessed with that pussyyy," you joke in a deep, stupid voice. 

 Mike snorts, "Perv," and keeps watching the movie that's playing. 

 And, speaking of movies, your favorite Disney film is The Fox and The Hound— "Good taste," while his is Lion King— "Classic." As far as other movies, though, the two of you spend half an hour arguing over which Mel Brooks is the best, end up having to agree to disagree (Young Frankenstein vs. High Anxiety).

 Your favorite color is green. Your favorite food is pizza (“What are you, twelve?”). Your favorite animal is the pangolin. They’re all little facts that Mike stores away, and by the end of the semester, he actually feels like he kind of knows you, and somehow, against all odds, you've managed to not hookup through it all. 

 That's not to say it hasn't been hard (that he hasn't been hard). Sometimes you come over in skin tight jeans or crop tops, outfits that accentuate your body in all the right ways, and Mike is pretty sure that you do it on purpose. 

 You're both careful not to drink too much at parties, aware of the likely consequences, but you hang around him enough to gain people's attention—jealous girls watching in disappointment, curious guys sizing you up. 

 Questions inevitably arise. You complain about Hitch pestering you for details that you will not give her, and he tells you how he has to keep brushing off his brothers. 

 "She doesn't, like, know we've had sex—would never fucking leave me alone if she did. But she and all her other little friends are so annoying about it."

 You're on the steps outside of the frat house, jackets zipped up, nursing steaming cups of cocoa you got from the nearby shop. 

 "So, what do you tell them?" Mike asks. 

 You shrug your shoulders. "That we're not fucking. Just friends. They don't believe me, but that's my story, and I'm sticking to it, dammit."

 Mike laughs through his nose and takes another drink. "I mean, it's not a lie since we're not fucking and we are friends."

 You make a high pitched noise, doubtful, challenging. "Friends is a strong word."

 "Whatever." 

 He's used to you doing that now, denying him every chance you get even in a joking way. You've never once admitted to any type of feelings out loud, and he isn't sure why, some kind of avoidance behavior, but he won't complain because he knows you're at least a little fond of him. You wouldn't keep spending time with him if you weren't. 

 Deciding to change the subject, Mike prompts, "So, Erwin's party over the break," and you glance at him over your cup with interest. "You're coming, right?" 

 "I don't know. Isn't it at, like, his ranch house in bum fuck nowhere?" 

 "Kinda. It's only about a two hour drive from here, but it's definitely off the beaten path."

 "I'll have to see. Need to spend time with my mom while I can." 

 Understandable. He's looking forward to seeing his own parents (and Scout, of course). 

 The last game of the season is played and won, then finals pass after too many all-nighters and too much Red Bull. Mike actually sighs in relief when he slides into his white Wrangler, all packed up and ready to make the drive back to his house. 

 He sends one text before pulling out onto the main road—Be safe—and hopes he won't have to wait an entire month to see you again. 

*

 Staying with your mom is nice but always slightly depressing. The house is empty with just her in it, less lived in than ever before. You can tell exactly which spots she spends most of her time in—her office to work and the couch in front of the TV to wind down. 

 You sleep in your old bedroom, spend most evenings texting Hitch after your mom goes to bed, but a few conversations with Mike slip in too. He sends you several pictures of Scout—beautiful but always wearing one of those perpetual Boxer frowns—and in return, you send him pictures of the pretty betta your mother has in her office. It's the best you can do. 

 After a week of being in your hometown, you're ready to leave it again. It's not terrible or in a bad part of town. It's just… lacking. You'd never tell your mother this, but you have a feeling she knows. It's probably why she doesn't put up a fight when you tell her you're gonna run off for a couple days to attend Erwin's party. 

 "I promise I'll be back. It's just one night and then the drive back."

 Her tone is very serious when she tells you to stay out of trouble, but then she walks you out to your car and hugs you, watching and waving as you drive away. 

 You text Erwin on the way there to ask if it's okay to arrive early—like a few hours early cause I needed to get out of my house—and he replies enthusiastically.

 Absolutely! Mike and Levi are already here 😃

 You have no idea who this Levi is outside of hearing Erwin mention him a few times, but you very quickly find out when you get to the large but secluded house. You see Erwin's stupid (gorgeous) vintage Mustang parked in the gravel driveway as well as Mike's white Jeep and an unfamiliar, black Prius. 

 All three of them are on the porch occupying outdoor chairs that probably cost more than your fucking dorm expenses, but Mike and Erwin both stand when you make your way up the sidewalk. Staying seated, or really sprawled out with his hands behind his head, is a fairly small man (boy, maybe) with inky hair and sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s dressed much differently than the other two, ripped jeans, Doc Martens, and a striped long sleeved shirt under a short sleeved band tee. 

 “What in the e-boy fuck…” You mutter to yourself, nodding at the blonds and letting Mike take your backpack—not that you really have a choice considering your grip on it is no match for his. 

 “Was the drive okay?” He asks, swinging the bag over his shoulder and making it look incredibly small. 

 “Yeah. Once I hit the backroads I could start going, like, eighty-five, so that shaved some time off.”

 Mike snorts. “You sound like Erwin. Dude’s always speeding.”

 “Don’t fucking start with me. I was in the car with you when you almost hit a pedestrian on a crosswalk.”

 “We don’t talk about that.”

 Everyone follows Erwin inside the house. It’s just as nice as you thought it’d be, sprawling and open with wood floors, plush furniture, and rustic decorations. There are moose antlers mounted in one room and a god damned bear head in another. It makes you roll your eyes, but to say you’re unimpressed would be a flat out lie. 

 “Not everyone is staying the night, but I know you have to, so just pick an upstairs room,” Erwin tells you after the grand tour. “I can take you around on the golf cart once you settle in.”

 You see Mike roll his green eyes and amend, “We can take you around.” 

 “Yeah,” Erwin nods. “That’s what I meant.”

 Levi is making a face up at Erwin, furrowed brow, squinty eyes, and a little grimace. He hasn’t said more than two words to you since you’ve arrived (“I’m Levi.”), but he doesn’t seem like the chatterbox type, a little more standoffish, and you can’t blame him for that. 

 “Just in case you’re wondering, I’m in the middle room,” Mike tells you with a grin.

 “And why, pray tell, would I be wondering that?”

 He basically sings in his deep voice, “No reason,” then walks back downstairs with Erwin and Levi, leaving you to make yourself comfortable. 

 You take the bedroom at the far end of the hallway out of spite more than anything, but you figure the farther away you can be from Mike the better. After setting your things down and organizing deodorant, perfume, and every day jewelry on the dresser, you join the guys downstairs to find them huddling over the kitchen island talking about plans for the night. 

 “Should we get a keg? It won’t be that many people, but it might be easier to just pour from one,” Erwin thinks out loud. 

 “Don’t bother getting a keg if it’s gonna be the same shitty beer you guys have at Pike parties,” you chime in, hip checking Mike so that he’ll scoot over and allow you join their little meeting. 

 Levi lets out a little laugh, the most expressive you’ve seen him so far, while the other two pout at your criticism. 

 “Why don’t you pick the beer then?” Erwin prompts. “Since you have such refined tastes.” 

 Eyebrows lifting, you laugh. “Oh, we’ve got a smartass in the house tonight.” The blond smirks and dusts off his shoulders, making Mike groan in either annoyance or embarrassment. You can’t be sure which one. 

 “Fuck, is this what it’s always like between you three?” Levi asks, looking between all of you. “Just constant bickering?”

 “More or less.”

 “That seems exhausting.”

 “It is,” you confirm. “‘S’why I can only hang out with them in small doses.”

 “Ouch.”

 “Wounded.”

 “Anyway,” you let your head hang so that all they can see is your shoulders shaking as you giggle, and when you look back up, you make sure that the smile is mostly wiped from your face. “I’m not saying I’m some kind of beer expert, but I at least know that the shit you serve at parties is rancid.”

 “And yet, you always seem to forget,” Mike teases. “I always end up having to finish yours.”

 “You don’t have to. You choose to, you fucking alkie.”

 It’s hard to come to any sort of decision with the non-stop push and pull of the conversation, and eventually Levi just walks away to let the three of you work it out. Erwin orders a keg of Rolling Rock, says something about, “Dad won’t mind me splurging a little since I downsized this whole thing for him,” and you scoff at him. 

 He’s well aware of his privilege, talks about it in an ironic manner that’s both maddening and hilarious— “Father is going to let me take the yacht out this weekend,” and, “Oh, that’s not country club appropriate.” It makes you laugh every fucking time, but it also usually earns him a smack or two. 

 The next few hours are spent gathering party supplies and getting the house ready (as in moving some furniture around and hiding valuables). Erwin leaves to pick up the keg after assuring the vendor on the phone that he can drive to them and pay extra for the short notice. You don’t know how he manages it, but you assume his confidence has a lot to do with it.

 Only about twenty people are supposed to come, “An Erwin Smith exclusive,” Mike jokes with you as you stash a couple of vases in the kitchen cabinets. 

 “Oh, does that mean I’m special?” You play.

 “Absolutely.”

 There’s something churning in your gut as you move around downstairs with Mike and Levi, an omniscient feeling, like you know how the night will end, but you’re going to fight it every step of the way. You’ve made it this long without a slip-up, and you’re determined to make it one more night. 

 Erwin gets back with about three hours to spare. He and Mike disappear to change into what you assume to be their usual douche-y attire, and you and Levi sit alone in the large living room waiting quietly. 

 You’re surprised when he speaks first, stating, “You don’t seem the sorority type.”

 Turning, you try to make sense of it, respond, “Well, I’m not.” You’re almost offended that he’d even consider you were.

 “Then what are you doing hanging around with those frat boy fucks?”

 “Oh, that.” You sigh. “Uhh, my friend made me go to one of their parties, and I just… Made an impression, I guess.”

 “You fucked one of ‘em, didn’t you?” Levi is smirking, so sure of himself that you don’t really see the point in denying it.

 “Yeah.”

 “Rich boy or the giant?”

 You look over at him, defenses rising like they did your first night in the Pi Kappa Alpha house. “The fuck is it to you?”

 Holding his hands up, Levi chuckles, “Alright, alright, forget I asked.”

 You cross your arms over your chest, stare off as you wonder if it’s actually that hard to tell. You figured it would be obvious that you’re more comfortable with Mike than with Erwin, but you have been getting more used to the other brazen blond over the last few months, just like you’ve been getting a little more used to Nile and all the other brothers. You haven’t sucked any of their dicks, though. 

 “How’d you meet Erwin?” You try.

 You’re not surprised when Levi snarks, “The fuck is it to you?” 

 You can’t tell if the two of you are going to leave this ranch house as mortal enemies or as friends, but it’ll definitely be one of them. 

 “‘Cause you don’t seem the type to hang out with them either,” you tell him.

 It's definitely odd. He and Erwin have to go back some time to have been able to stick together through their college years and all of their superficial differences. 

 Levi admires the black polish on his nails then informs you in a bored tone, “We’ve been friends since we were kids, but it’s no big deal. Just can’t get rid of him.”

 The corner of his mouth turns upward, so he can’t be too heartbroken over it. You understand that, haven’t quite been able to shake your puppy-dog of a friend since the beginning of the semester, but you’re not as annoyed about it as you pretend to be. 

 “They certainly do get attached,” you hum.

 The two men in question join you once again, looking much more palatable in jeans and v-necks. Erwin has a button-down hanging open and rolled up to his elbows while Mike is wearing a black and white flannel in similar fashion. It’s the most casual they’ve been at a party, and you can’t help but joke, “Wow, look at you two. More human, less lizard people for once.”

 Erwin rolls his eyes while Mike mumbles a Doctor Who reference that makes you suck on the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning. 

 He’s got his charm turned on tonight, the kind that appeals to you, which will definitely pose a problem.

 People start arriving at around eight, some you recognize from the college, some you don’t who you assume to be some of Erwin’s older friends. Gelgar taps the keg within minutes of walking in then plays the role of bartender for the next ten minutes as everyone lines up for a drink. There’s liquor and mixers set up on the counter, and you consider just making your usual, but you figure you should have at least a little of the beer since you’re the one who fought for the more expensive brand. 

 When you get your cup, foam nearly overflowing past the rim, you take one sip only to cough it back up when Mike shows off his usual party trick—appearing out of thin air—and asks, “You gonna finish it this time?”

 You splutter as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand then glare up at him. “I’m gonna try, but it’s gonna be pretty fuckin’ difficult if you keep making me spit up like a god damn baby.”

 He’s amused, light eyes dancing mischievously, and you know you’re in for a long night. 

 Erwin has a playlist filtering through the house’s sound system, a nice balance of several different genres playing at a bearable volume for the first time. Games start up in the kitchen, rage cage around the island, beer pong at the table, and while you’re content to just wallflower in the corner, Mike drags you into it. 

 “You’re just as bad as Hitch," you complain, but he isn't fazed, just plants you in an open spot at the island and stands right beside you. He's gonna regret doing that; rage cage is one of the only competitive games you're actually good at, but he'll find that out. 

 It's fast-paced, full of screaming and laughing, jumping and shoving. You get to slam your cup into Mike's on several occasions, drawing curses from him every time. 

 "Honestly, it's a little embarrassing," you ridicule with a smile. 

 He downs the small amount of beer in the cup he pulls, adds it to the stack, then challenges, "I'll show you embarrassing. Just wait." 

 You've had maybe two beers altogether, but it still sends a jolt down your spine. 

 The two of you play another couple of rounds, and Mike does seem to catch on a little more, but he eventually bows out and pulls you away with him. 

 More beer. Meandering around the party. It's pretty tame in comparison to all the Pike events you've attended, but the later it gets, the rowdier everyone becomes. Music gets turned up to dance. The keg stops being used for pouring and starts being used for stands. You have the absolute pleasure of watching Erwin hold Levi upside down as the smaller man chugs as much as he can. He beats Nile's record, raises his arms in victory as Erwin shakes him by the shoulders in excitement. 

 "They're pretty close, yeah?" 

 Mike looks down at you as you stand on your tip-toes to get closer to his ear as you speak. 

 He nods. "I don't really understand them, but yeah. They've been friends since, like, elementary school, I think."

 "No shit?"

 "No shit."

 You play beer pong against Gelgar and Nile, end up losing by quite a lot, and by the time you finish the remaining cups and another full drink, you're feeling good. Warm, happy, dangerously giggly. 

 Mike stands too close as you make your rounds to talk to people, many of them asking how the lacrosse season went. He puffs his chest a little, tries and fails to act modest, but instead of getting irritated like you usually do, you find yourself resting your cheek against his arm as you shake your head. You don't know if the action is to disagree with him or to get closer, but it makes Mike chuckle and shift so that he can wrap that arm around you and pull you to his chest instead. 

 He smells nice—woodsy with a sweet little bite. It makes your mouth water. You try to call back your determination from before, that readiness to fight and deny, but Mike's body is firm and massive and hot against yours, and he's also drunk and smiling sideways. His eyes are hazy and gorgeous when he peers down at you. His stubble has grown into that perfect length, the kind that feels incredible between your legs, and you can already see your hands tugging at his shaggy hair as he flips it from his face. 

 "You okay?" He rumbles, tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

 He knows. You know he knows. And, he knows that you know that— 

 Fuck. Stop. Just…

 "What do you think?" You're aware of what you're saying. The words make perfect sense. You just can't stop them from falling from your mouth is all. 

 "I don't know," Mike says, a playful lilt to his voice. "Why don't you tell me?" 

 You're not sure if he's asking for your consent or if he just wants to humiliate you by making you spell it out for him. 

 "I mean…" Your gaze travels from his face to his neck to his pecs and downward. "The semester is over."

 "It is," he agrees, hand moving from your waist to your hip. 

 "Don't really need to be, uh… What's the word…" You squeeze your eyes shut, splaying your fingers on his stomach. "Studious," you snap. "Don't need to be so studious on vacation."

 Mike very slowly starts walking backwards toward the staircase, holding you at arms length by both your hips now. 

 "No, you really don't." 

 Voice of reason fading away, you step around him but grab his hand, taking the stairs two by two until you're on the balcony that wraps above the living room. Once you slip into the closer room, yours, you lock the door. 

 Mike's mouth is familiar in its desperation—tastes like beer and want and him. He pulls his flannel off behind him by the sleeves just in time for you to start pushing his shirt up over his abs, in awe all over again at the muscle group. 

 It's really not fair. 

 You pause between kisses to strip, smiling and groaning whenever your lips meet again. You've missed it on some level—the heat, the fucking attraction you just can't shake. All the times you hung out with him, purposely keeping distance, avoiding flirting and touching and staring—you figured it would come to a head. You even guessed there was a good chance that it would be at this party. 

 But, that doesn't mean you're prepared when he throws you onto the bed, doesn't prepare you for the way he bites your lip and sucks on your neck and pinches your nipples until you moan his name and grind against him, and it certainly doesn't prepare you for the way he spreads your legs, runs his nose up the inside of your thigh, then drags his tongue over your slit. 

 "Fuck, Mike." 

 He groans, quick to slide the muscle into your pulsing cunt to taste you. His fingertips are digging into the fat of your thighs, keeping you still save for your trembling which makes the feeling of his mouth even more intense. You want to buck against his face, want to put out the fire raging inside of you by moving somehow, letting some of the energy out, but you can't. All you can do is lay there as Mike licks around your hole and nibbles at your clit and laps up your juices. 

 "Missed this fuckin' pussy," he breathes, sucking on one of your lips and then the other, pulling blood to the surface and making them puffy and sensitive. 

 You card fingers through his hair before fisting your hand in it and shoving his face further into your cunt, trying as hard as you fucking can to ride any part of him you can manage—his tongue, his nose, anything that will give you friction. 

 The sound he makes at your pathetic attempt is bestial, a low, throaty grunt as he rubs his chin up and down your slit, drenching himself in your slick and quickly overstimulating your swollen clit with his stubble. 

 "Oh fuck, oh fuck—"

 "You wanted it," he grits. "You pushed your sloppy little cunt right in my face, so now you've gotta take everything I give you." 

 You cry as he continues the motion, pussy drooling as the little bud starts to grow raw. "Mike, please, please…"

 "Gonna make sure you feel this tomorrow." He stops only to lean back down and suck your clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue is soft in comparison to the coarse hair, but it still makes your hips twitch, and when he grazes his teeth over it, you squeal and kick. 

 It's so close to hurting, right on the edge, but it's that helplessness that has you steadily leaking on the bed. It's what makes it easy for Mike to push a finger into your clenching hole, pump a couple times, then slide another one in beside it. 

 Your climax is coiling in your gut, compressed like a spring and only getting tighter with every thrust of long, thick fingers and every measured flick of his tongue. 

 Gripping his hair again, you ride it out. Mike loosens his grip just enough to allow you to undulate in time with the waves that wash over you, and you moan loudly as he moves to flatten his tongue over your entrance so that you come on and against it. 

 He gives you some time to settle down, but you know he isn't done yet, and since you're not quite ready to take his cock in your sensitive pussy, you pull your legs from the sides of his head and crawl to lay with your head off the side of the bed. 

 Mike gets the picture immediately, and you hear a huff of air leave him all at once before he clambers off the mattress to position himself at the edge. You're a little too low, so he grabs all four pillows to shove under you, and as he does, you lavish his bobbing cock with kitten licks, going as far as sucking on his balls when he leans over you. 

 "Jesus fucking—" 

 You can feel the way they tighten, his cockhead dripping pre that lands just below the notch of your sternum. It isn't until he's thoroughly coated in spit that you stop and let him straighten, then open your mouth and relax your shoulders. 

 Mike is careful as he slides his tip past your lips, letting you adjust to the weight of his cock in your mouth before he pushes in a little further. Your eyes start watering as soon as he passes between your molars, making you stretch your jaw and drool from the corners of your mouth. 

 He pulls out then, taps his cockhead on your cheek, leaving a mix of precum and spit on your skin before lining himself up again and sliding back in. 

 He repeats the process a few times as if it'll actually get you used to his size, but it's just not possible. You gag and gurgle, slurp back drool when you're given the chance, and your entire body throbs when Mike tells you, "I'm gonna give you more now, okay? Wanna see your throat bulge with my cock."

 You moan around him, try to make the passage of your mouth and esophagus as straight as possible then let your eyes roll back as he slips into the tighter sleeve for a few seconds. Your toes dig into the bedspread, fingers clawing at the material as you fight back the panic that comes with not being able to breathe. 

 Mike pulls out panting, and you wish you could see his face, the look in his eyes, but you can't. All you can do is lap at his cock until he pushes it into your mouth again. 

 This time when he slips into your throat, he reaches down to press a hand to your neck, letting out a deep, disbelieving laugh as he feels the way his length moves in it. "Holy shit. I could—" he just barely gives you more, and your responding whine is completely muffled by him, "—Could come like this."

 The thought makes you tingle. Or maybe that's the lack of oxygen. You are feeling a little lightheaded. But the idea of him coming down your throat, right into your stomach, fuck, it makes your cunt pulse again. 

 Mike pulls out, and you suck in deep breaths, a little sob making your chest heave. Tears are streaming from your eyes, getting caught in your hair, and you have to wipe other various fluids from your face. 

 He helps you sit back up, rubs your shoulders and kisses the back of your neck as your heart rate returns to normal. As soon as he sees you relax, though, he's tugging you from the bed and bending you over it. 

 The scream that's pushed from you is hoarse as you're split open on his cock. Mike holds you by the hair, pulling your head back as he snaps his hips forward and back relentlessly. He slides in and out of you easily, but that doesn't mean he isn't stretching you to your breaking point. 

 You shake on the bed, thankful when he lets go of your head so that you can fall back to the mattress, crying and moaning all you want. 

 "Feel so good, baby," Mike groans. "So good."

 He punctuates it with a slap to your ass that causes you to squeeze him, and that only encourages him to repeat the action until both your cheeks are radiating heat and stinging from his hands. 

 He flips you like a doll, and you're finally able to see his face clearly as he stares down at you with a dropped jaw and heavy lids. You know you're a mess, fucked out and sloppy, but as he abuses your g-spot with the ridge of his cock, all you can do is grin drunkenly and let your eyes roll. 

 "So pretty when you smile," he praises. Fingers grip your chin, and when you're able to focus your gaze again you find Mike leaning over you, face level with yours. "Open your mouth for me." His tone is soft yet demanding, and you don't hesitate for a second as you do what you're told. 

 Mike pushes spit through his lips, letting it drip and stretch until it lands on your tongue. It makes you feel cheap and disgusting, but it doesn't stop you from squirting around him. 

 Devolving into nothing more than grunts and groans, Mike continues to fuck into you but straightens so that he can reach your clit better. He flicks it back and forth until your true orgasm hits you, and then he keeps going. 

 You cry out, squirm wildly beneath him, but all it results in is two fingers being shoved in your mouth. Stroking over the back of your tongue, more saliva pours from your mouth just like the slick that pours from your pussy while he toys with your clit. 

 You come again. And again. When Mike finally removes his hand from between your legs, you're nothing more than a puddle, moaning and crying for him. 

 Every orgasm has made your walls swell around him, his cock feeling longer and thicker than ever as he kisses your cervix with every thrust. That lightheaded sensation is back, white dots dancing around your eyes, and you just barely manage out his name, tapping in his forearm. 

 "Need… need…"

 "What do you need, babe?"

 Your arms curl up by your head, fingers moving and spasming as every one of your senses is overwhelmed.

  "Need you to—t-to—to come. Need you to c-come." 

 You've never had to tap out before, but you can't take him anymore. His size. His expression. His lack of fucking mercy.

 "Yeah?" He coos, but his cock is still dragging in and out of you. You nod, but Mike draws it out, asking, "Where do you want me to come?"

 "Don't… Care…"

 "You don't care?" He's still moving, fucking you absolutely stupid as he lists out, "Your face? Your tits?" He gropes your chest, pinching both nipples, and the fact that you don't even whimper must clue him into the fact that he's about to lose you. 

 Your mind is swimming, fading every time he pulls out only to be brought back online when he pushes back in. 

 "What about your pussy? Want me to come all over your pussy?" 

 You moan, the simplest part of your brain apparently finding that appealing, so after a few more thrusts, Mike pulls out entirely and jerks himself off until he covers your folds in hot cum. He gets some on your thighs, some on your pelvis, soaks your peaking clit so that you take in a stuttering breath. 

 His hand is between your legs again, fingertips spreading the viscous fluid around and dipping into your slit.

 Your eyes shoot open for the first time in God knows how long, a panicked, "M-Mike," tumbling from your lips, but he hushes you.

 "I'm not pushing it inside or anything. Just having fun."

 And, fuck, tonight is the night you learn how filthy he is. Mike spends a few solid minutes rubbing his seed over your puffy lips, fingers the raw tissue around your hole so that you leak for him, then uses it to massage your clit slowly and softly, pulling one last orgasm from you that makes fresh tears spring in your eyes. 

 You're going to be in a world of pain tomorrow, but you can't regret it—not when your legs continue to shake long after your climax, not when you can already feel that satisfying ache deep inside of you, not when Mike crawls to sit on the bed and lifts you into his arms. 

 "You okay?" He asks into your hair. 

 He's rubbing soothing circles on your stomach as you drift in and out. You know you need to shower, but you're so tired and so wrecked, you doubt you'll be able to stand for long enough to clean yourself. 

 "Did I hurt you?" 

 "Mm, little bit," you tell him honestly. You can actually feel his heart start to beat harder in his chest, so you reassure him, "Liked it, though."

 You think something like twenty minutes pass, but you can't be sure as you keep dozing. It's hard not to with Mike rubbing your stomach, his body rising and falling in rhythm with every breath he takes. 

 When your eyes open more than halfway, you begin to move, grimacing at the soreness between your legs as well as the mess. 

 "'m gonna hop in the shower," you announce. 

 Mike sits up too, stretches his arms and asks through a groan, "Want me to come with?"

 "You've done enough coming tonight," you snort. "But nah, I can clean myself on my own."

 His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn't say anything, just lets you get up and walk to the bathroom on shaky legs. 

 The hot water almost puts you back to sleep. You manage to rinse off where you need to, step back into the room fully expecting to see Mike passed out in your bed, but he's nowhere to be found. 

 As you crawl under the covers, you try to swallow the feeling of disappointment that's stuck in your throat. 

 *

Mike is up before almost everyone in the house the next morning, so he spends most of it trying to clean up alongside Levi, though he apparently isn't doing a very good job of it according to the smaller man. 

 "Jesus, have you ever mopped a floor in your life?" 

 "Oh, so we're just throwing everything in the same trash bag? No recycling? Your future kids will thank you for that, I'm sure."

 "No, there's no way I’m letting you wipe down the counters. Just move." 

 Levi is lucky Mike is as laid back as he is otherwise he would have thrown the little fuck into the koi pond behind the house a long time ago. 

 Erwin wakes up around nine and walks down looking a little rough, but Mike has definitely seen him in worse states. 

 "Thanks for cleaning up," he says, bent over the island and holding his head in his hands. "Pretty sure I would have thrown up if I'd tried. Several times."

 He tells the other two that pretty much everyone else started heading out at around three and that he has a list of party-goers he needs to text to make sure they made it home in one piece, "When I can actually fucking see straight."

 Naturally, the conversation turns to Mike. Erwin, with his cheek now pressed against the cool, granite countertop, smirks up at him and asks in a sly voice, "So, how was your night?' 

 Mike bites his lip to hide a smile, leans out of the kitchen to make sure you aren't stumbling down the stairs or traipsing about the house, then looks back to his friend and laughs, "Fucking mind-blowing, dude." He doesn't go into explicit detail—that's never been his style—but he does whisper about you taking him better than any other girl and that he's, "Addicted, dude. I genuinely think I am addicted to her pussy." 

 "Don't be fucking dramatic, Zacharias," you pop out behind him, slapping his back as you pass him to get to the fridge. He can see the ghost of a smile turning your lips up, but it's hard to feel satisfied at that when his own face is beet red. 

 Looking at Erwin, Mike throws his hands out by his side, mutters an incredulous, "Dude," that makes the other blond chuckle. 

 You grab a water bottle from the refrigerator, making Levi grumble, "Are none of you guys concerned about the planet? God damn."

 Standing between Mike and Erwin, you take a few gulps, all eyes on you until you swallow and question, "Can I help you?" Now that you're right next to him, Mike can hear a scratchiness to your voice, almost as if you're getting sick, but he knows better, knows exactly where it came from, and fuck if it doesn't make him twitch in his sweats. 

 "Have a good time at the party?" Erwin pries once again. 

 You look at him with a deadpan expression, then answer, "Seems like you already got the deets, so sure. I had a grand time."

 Mike isn't sure if you're being sarcastic about it just like you are everything else. You had just kind of left him hanging when you'd gone to shower. He hadn't thought too much into it even if he'd been a little bummed, but he thinks he understands. You just need more space than he does. 

 Or, it could have been that you hadn't enjoyed yourself. Oh god, what if you'd just been faking? What if you'd lied to him when he asked if he hurt you? What if you're in pain right now and just hiding it? 

 Mike zones out while you talk with Erwin and Levi about plans for the day, works himself into a nice little panic but is still able to hear you tell them you're just gonna head back to your mom's. 

 "You sure?" Erwin asks. "I know you only planned to stay one night, but you're more than welcome to hang out for longer. We’ll be here for at least another few days."

 Levi adds an, "Unfortunately," that earns him a hair ruffle he swats away. 

 "No, it's cool. I can't leave mom alone for the holiday or she'll start to think I don't like staying at the house."

 "You don't, though."

 "Yeah, but she doesn't have to know that."

 Mike stares after you as you take your water bottle and return upstairs, and it doesn't escape the notice of the other two men. 

 "You're so fuckin' whipped, man," Erwin teases. 

 Mike doesn't deny it, just holds up a middle finger. 

 Erwin isn't entirely wrong, though. Mike has been trying to deny it or play it off as nothing more than lust, but there's more to his feelings at this point. He tries not to be obvious around you, to keep his cards close to his chest because he knows you just want to keep things casual—barely even want that if he's being honest. 

 So he can hide it. He can pretend it isn't happening. In fact, Mike should be thankful that you only want sex (sometimes) because it leaves him to do whatever he wants. He could fuck other chicks left and right, and you wouldn't even bat an eyelash. That's a good thing, right? 

 That worry about last night still has him on edge, though, so before you can leave, Mike catches you in your room as you're packing up and closes the door. 

 He expects you to make some kind of comment about not being able to go again, but all you do is tilt your head to the side in a dangerously cute way. 

 "Hey, I, uh… I just wanted to make sure you felt okay after last night." 

 You blink at him, pause in folding your clothes, then show a wide, real grin. 

 "Yeah, I'm fine. Sore in various places—like, super sore—but I'm fine."

 Mike's mouth twists to hide his smirk, and he mumbles a low, "Sorry."

 "Don't ever apologize for your monster cock," you tell him, setting your shirt down on the mattress before pacing over to him. "Like, unless there's tearing of some sort, which there really shouldn't be since you're good at preparation, whoever you fuck should be okay. Sore but okay."

 His eyes go a little wide when you stop in front of him, looking up with an expression he's really never seen before—or maybe that you've never allowed him to see before—and the longer he stares, the more he realizes that you're god damn glowing. 

 Taking a chance, he finds your waist with his hands, inches just a little closer, then leans down when you stand on your toes and tug him by the shirt. 

 You taste like peppermint and already smell like the perfume you wear every day, the scent that has made Mike dizzy for the past few months. He moves a hand to your back to press your body into his, and when you take his bottom lip into your mouth, biting and sucking, he groans and pulls back before he can get too hard. 

 "What's all this? Why are you so perky this morning?" 

 "I get giddy after good sex," you say with a shrug. "Sue me."

 "That why you run away every time I fuck you?" He questions.

 You nod. "Couldn't run away this time, though."

 "I'm sure it's really bruising your pride, letting me see you all warm and gooey." 

 "I am not warm and gooey," you protest. "I was last night, but—"

 "Aw, gross, why'd you have to say it like that?" 

 You giggle—giggle—then remind him, "You're the one who felt the need to fucking fingerpaint."

 Mike vividly remembers the way your pussy looked covered in his cum, the way it felt to smear it and play with your swollen entrance and clit, and now… Now he is definitely hard again. 

 "Better stop before you end up on that bed again."

 Your eyes are dancing, tone mischievous when you respond, "Only if you're gentle."

 "Christ—"

 He's got you naked and spread on the mattress in less than thirty seconds, tongue buried in your cunt as he soothes every part of you he can reach. 

 It would be cruel to actually fuck you again. He knows you're probably a little more tender than you're letting on, so Mike settles for licking into you and flicking your clit, never using teeth as it swells in his mouth so that you pant and moan, and promise, "I can handle it, Mike, I can…"

 "I don't care if you can or can't. Just lemme do this."

 And, it's not like he hasn't pulled his cock from his pants, pumping it and coating his length in the pre-cum he drips at the mere sight of you.

 He can tell you're getting close when your thighs start to tense. You alternate between shifting your hips and going slack. It's the latter that you leak the most, pussy opening around his tongue only to clench a few seconds later. 

 "Just one finger, Mike, please, I want—I need something inside me, please, please," you moan. 

 Mike turns his face to kiss your thigh, sighing but giving in easily when he acquiesces, "Only one."

 The noise you make as he slides his middle finger into you is like music, high pitched and drawn out, with an awe one would sing hymns with. 

 "Yes, yes, yes, thank you, fuck, tha—"

 He understands why you wanted it so badly when he pulls it out and sees his finger coated in white, considers fucking you with it to the point of tears, but before he can, the door to the bedroom swings open and fucking Erwin walks in to ask, "Levi and I are going to the store—"

 “Jesus fuck, Erwin!" Mike swears. "A little busy here!"

 His friend is unfazed, but more importantly, you are too, arching your back, pulling Mike's hair to get him back where you want him, then moaning his name like you never have before as you come. 

 You tremble and take in stuttering breaths, and Mike does his best to hide your exposed pussy from prying eyes as he looks at Erwin and barks out a furious, "No, I don't need anything from the store. Get out."

 The blond shrugs and turns, walking out without shutting the door, and Mike swears he's gonna kill him. He's too bold and too entitled and now he's seen far too much of your body, and Mike doesn't like that. 

 "Did you come?" You ask in an airy voice. Mike guesses you could feel the rhythm of his hand on his cock, probably pushing his face harder against you with every pass. 

 "Uh, no. I don't know if you noticed, but Erwin walked in."

 "I noticed," you snort, sitting up on your elbows. "Why do you think I moaned your name like that?"

 "What?" It had seemed a little odd. Mike knows he's pretty good at oral, but you've never made a sound like that before. 

 "Fucker wanted to see what we were up to, I decided to show him. Now he knows how good you are."

 Mike stands, peers down at you skeptically and says, "You're being too nice to me today. It's freakin' me out a little."

 He doesn't think it's necessary to add that Erwin is already aware of his sexual prowess considering they definitely had a threesome with a rather adventurous girl back in freshman year. It's just not pertinent information. 

 "Soak it up, Zacharias. I'm sure the good mood will be gone by tomorrow."

 "Why, cause I won't be at your mom's to fuck you stupid every night?" His voice comes out cocky, but it's stifled by the way you squeal when he slaps a hand over your wet pussy.

 "I'm sensitive, you asshole!" You're smiling even as you whine. "And, here I was about to give you head to get you off."

 "I mean, you can still do that."

 You glare up at him the whole time you slide off the bed to your knees, warn, "Better hope I don't bite."

 *

 After you leave (and after making out against Mike’s Wrangler for a little too long), he goes back inside to find Erwin and Levi lounging in the den with a movie playing. He wastes no time in snapping his fingers at Erwin and commanding, "We're gonna talk."

 "Oh, are we?" Erwin doesn't even look away until Mike grabs the back of his shirt, and only then does he move from his spot. "Okay, okay, watch the wrinkles, bro."

 He follows Mike into the kitchen, out of earshot unless either of them raise their voices which… Could happen. 

 "What the fuck was that?" Mike hisses. 

 Erwin looks at him with big blue eyes and plays dumb, "What the fuck was what?" 

 Taking a deep breath through his nose, Mike makes sure his voice comes out low and steady, "Smith, I swear to God, it's been a long time since I've punched you, but you're fuckin' testing me, dude."

 Erwin smiles, face lighting up with what looks like excitement but could also be fury. 

 "Mike," he starts. "Don't tell me you're getting violent over a girl." His tone is patronizing, his eyebrows are high, and his grin is downright menacing. 

 "I haven't gotten violent yet," Mike grits. 

 "Hey, how was I to know what you two were doing up there?" 

 "It's not about you walking in, dude! It's about you just fucking standing there!"

 Erwin chuckles and blows him off, "Mike, I've seen your dick before. You've got nothing to worry about."

 "That's not what I'm worried about. You just, like, came in when she was in a vulnerable position, and that's fucked up."

 "She didn't seem to mind."

 Mike sucks his teeth, takes another grounding breath, then asks again, "Why? Why did you wait to leave?" 

 "You want me to be honest?" Erwin rolls his neck then his shoulders. Mike has seen him do that many times before lacrosse games to loosen up—to get ready for a fight. 

 Mike's fist clenches at his side. "Yeah, I do."

 "You've been making yourself crazy over this girl since the start of the semester, and I want to know why."

 "What do you mean?" Mike doesn't know why he asks, has a pretty good idea of what Erwin is alluding to. 

 The blond still dodges the question but in about the worst way possible. "It's not like you two are exclusive or anything."

 Mike feels the way his lungs fill to the point of burning, how his jaw clenches until his molars begin to ache under the pressure, and before he really knows what's happening, he's bowing up to his best friend. 

 Erwin matches him, only a couple inches shorter, chin tilted, that maddening light in his eyes. 

 "Walk away, Mike," he warns. "And, we can forget this little spat even happened."

 Mike peers down his nose at him, trying to rein in his emotions because Erwin is right. You two aren't exclusive. You don't want to be. You told him it was because you need to focus on school, but it could be that you want other options. 

 But fuck, Mike doesn't want Erwin to be one of them. He's stolen more than a few girls right from under Mike's nose with his stupid charm and stupid face and stupid money. He doesn't want you to fall prey to all of it too. 

 Mike doesn't even register the quiet footsteps padding into the kitchen, but Levi's smartass, "You guys about to kiss or somethin'?" definitely snaps him out of his head. 

 Stepping back, Mike resists the urge to punch the counter and break his fucking hand, then turns and strides out. 

 He's supposed to stay at the ranch house for a couple more days, but Mike needs to distance himself before he does something stupid. 

 When he comes back downstairs with his bag on his shoulder and his keys in his hand, Erwin seems to realize his error on at least some level and stands from his place on the couch. 

 "Mike, come on, I'm sor—"

 "Let me cool off, dude,” Mike snaps.

 Erwin shuts his mouth and sits back down, smart enough not to follow Mike outside.

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#mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfic #mels prima vista #mels frat house

[emonaculate]

AOT Freshman v Senior Year headcanons (Eren, Armin, and Mikasa)

❥ AU: Highschool!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff

❥ Rating: Everyone can read

❥ Pairing: hinted at Eren x reader

❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, mentions of violence, manipulation, mention of weed, and slight angst

❥ Author Note: I'm making this an entire series for the main cast or my favorite characters from AOT

Eren Yeager

Freshman year

Extremely fucking loud for no reason

Runs to class and somehow always manages to be late

Tries to pay attention in class but due to his ADHD would always spaces tf out

Despite being loud, only talks to Mikasa and Armin

Smells like nothing but AXE body spray, its not even a bad smell, its just too much

That kid that takes P.E. TOO fucking serious

"Eren you know why you're in trouble right?"

"No."

"...You hit your classmate in the face with a ball."

"He could have dodged."

"Eren it was a basketball, you broke his nose and chipped his tooth."

"He shouldn't have gotten so close to me."

Im sorry but totally dresses like this

Constantly compared to his older brother.

"Yeager... Are you by any chance related to Zeke Yeager?"

"No way, your brother is THE Zeke Yeager?"

Makes a name for himself rather quickly

Listens to heavy rock/metal music

He loves My Chemical Romance and Three Day Grace.

Learned how to play the guitar just so he could play "Teenagers"

Forced Mikasa and Armin to also listen to the bands

They ended up all deciding on making a small little garage band; Miki on vocals and drums, Min on bass, and Eren as lead vocalist and electric guitar.

His style changed randomly but no one questioned it since his personality remained the same.

Senior year

180 personality

Completely mellowed tf out

Either he is in class on time or not showing up at all

Senioritis is strong within him

Works better when he is completely out of it

STONER

This mf always high as shit

Either you love him, hate him, or respect him there is no inbetween

MANBUN

Smart as hell but usually on the low

His music taste has changed a little

LOVES POLITICAL RAP

J.cole and Kendrick stan; it is not up for debate

His favorite songs are Neighbors by J.Cole and Alright by Kendrick

Listens to throwback RnB when high

Still godly at the guitar

Has a couple stick and poke tattoos; He has one behind his ear matching Min and Miki.

He has the sun, Armin has the ocean waves, Mikasa has the moon

PIERCINGS

A total of 8; 4 in his left and 2 in his right + the industrial

Has a tongue piercing

A two slices in his eyebrow but only got them as a dare

Most of them minus the industrial piercing was done at home because he has an abnormally high pain tolerance.

Dresses like this

Doesnt really play sports but is super good at soccer and basketball

He's actually good at most sports just refuses to join because why would he want to support a corrupted system??

Still more of a loner but has a rather nice friend group

Looks mean asf but is actually really nice

Goes the hardest for his friends

You fuck with them = you getting your shit rocked by him

100% the friend that hits you for forgetting to eat

Despite being hot as shit; never really has a girlfriend

Its only because hes oblivious or just not interested

Deathly scary when hes pissed

If you guys got beef; there is no talking

Its on sight bro

Be prepared to get beat the fuck up

A few things that makes him go from 0 to 100 is racism, mocking disabled people, and domestic violence

He's an activist

If you need help organizing a protest; he'll help and somehow manage to get people to come.

Basically a really good guy just hot headed as hell

Armin Arlert

Freshman Year

The kid who looked up those lame videos on how to survive highschool.

Panicked when it came to speaking in class

Stuttered like hell

AP CLASSES

He's way too advanced like could graduate early but refuses to so he can stay with his friends

Super sweet but extremely naive

People definitely took advantage of him.

"Hey Armin, my dog got in a car accident so I wasnt really focused in class, can you give me the homework answers?"

"Yeah sure its no problem."

Sends them a whole ass powerpoint on the entire lesson and teaches them better than the actual teacher.

Band nerd

Can play the Piano, Bass, and Trumpet

Listens to Mother Mother and Queen religiously

Only joined Eren's garage band after he agreed to watch Bohemian Rhapsody

Dresses like this

Moved in with Ren and Miki after he went through some shit with his family; he came out as bisexual after realizing he was attracted to one of his classmates.

Sometimes worries that Eren gets uncomfortable but relaxes after he remembers who Eren really is.

Wouldn't trade his friends for the world

Senior Year

His glow up took awhile because he didnt really feel the need to change

He was always rather cute; just shy and timid

VALEDICTORIAN

Slightly because he manipulated his runner up into become a burnout gifted kid lmao

Everyone has his Snapchat and Instagram so they can get help

Now he knows when people are using him and he still lets them; the only difference is you fuck with him and he can make you end up repeating the same grade.

Lets people copy his test and at the last minute pauses and erases all his answers before putting the correct ones.

No one has realized his plan.

His fashion sense changed a lot

Subconsciously tries to match Eren all the time

The only person that noticed was Mikasa; she thinks its cute

Is in love with Russian foreign exchange student, Annie.

He talks to her from time to time before gathering enough courage to ask her out

Doesnt realize how popular he is.

Oftentimes volunteers at the aquarium to study the ocean life as well as help out.

Helps plenty of organizations clean up the ocean.

A total of four piercings and the tattoo that matches his friends.

Two in his ears and nipple piercings.

It was a dare he sobbed through

Mikasa Ackerman

Freshman year

Basketcase

Follows Eren and Armin around

Super quiet

Doesn't really have much of a personality

She is cute though

Dresses like this

Like I said no real personality at all

Well except she was the girl who thought she was in a romance novel

Especially when Eren would get into a fight.

"Eren look at me... This isnt you."

"Mikasa move."

Most times it wouldnt work.

It was just cringy man...

Can play the violin, flute, piano, and cello

Only learned the drums so she could play with Eren and Armin

A secret pop stan

Loves Ariana Grande and Doja Cat

Thank god she manages to grow out of that yucky phase.

Senior Year

GOTH GF

Track, Gymnast, and female basketball player

She mellowed out as well and became her own person

Still heavily in love with Eren

Confessed to him during a karaoke session to the song Baby I by Ariana Grande; he didnt realize.

Sang her heart out and was a blushing mess but still got no where

Has deep down accepted that she may never be more than just his friend

Is okay with it and NOT toxic when he's crushing on someone else

Just wants him to be happy

Saw how he looked at some girl during a fundraiser to raise money for animal shelters and realized that he may never look at her like that.

Turned a guy down because Armin had a crush on him

The ultimate wing girl

Introduced Eren to her opponent after a track meet after realizing it was the girl from the fundraiser.

Dresses like this

Super sweet despite her look

However pick on her friends and you're fucked

CAN and WILL whoop your ass

The only person who can get Eren to not fight.

Pissed them both off at the same time and you're screwed

Has a total of three piercings

Her ears and nose

Loves her boys more than anything

Stays with Eren while her parents travel to help with natural disasters

Noticed that Armin's ideal type is Eren but never mentioned it because she knows Armin would overract

Very observant

Just wants the best for her friends even if she is the one who ends up happy

Eventually falls for the guy that asked her out junior year.

Still close to her boys because they come before anyone.

#eren yeager x black reader #armin arlert #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #highschool headcanons #attack on titan #snk fanfiction

[lillian-nator]

In one of the Ybln drabbles you mentioned that Wilbur and Schlatt are friends (aqantences?), what's their friendship like? Actually, a more broad question -- I know that Tommy is the focus, and you've talked briefly about what his social circle is like at school, but what're the other sb's friend groups like in this au? Are any of them Popular Kids™? (Also I just found your writing and it's REALLY GOOD dude! Love this au it's super cool! I'll def be reading ur other stuff when I'm not as sleep deprived lol 💛💛💛💛💖💖💖💖)

Thank You!!

SO - I mentioned this in the tag of my last post, but both Techno and Wilbur are seniors. 

Their social circles: 

Phil had just recently graduated college, (the au takes place in late winter through spring, you know when the senior parties really amp up) he is 21 years old. None of the brothers know where he works, but they know it has something to do with computers (Techno isn’t sure, but he thinks Phil builds computers). So while Phil has friends, and his own circle, we will most likely never see them because the brothers never see them. He wasn’t super popular in highschool - kind of a nerd - but in Highschool, and College he had his own close group of friends. 

Phil could live on his own, but he is waiting for Tommy to graduate highschool, he knows that it’s gonna be really tough on Tommy to watch both of his other brothers (especially Wilbur, the two have been attached to the hip since Tommy was born) go away to college next year - and he doesn't want the blonde to be alone. 

Wilbur stayed back in Kindergarten, for reasons I will never explain, making him 19. Techno did not stay back, but he also didn’t move up any grades because his mom said that it wouldn’t be good for his social skills. Techno is 18. 

For reference: Schlatt, is 18. Niki is 17 (I’m graduating highschool at 17, so it’s possible). Fundy is 18. Eret is 19 - he doesn’t go to school anymore, he is a teacher assistant, and the President of the GSA - but he still sits with his friends at lunch. 

Wilbur is popular, sure. But in a very different way than Tommy. 

Wilbur is popular in the way that everybody knows him, and a lot of people want to be friends with him, but he keeps himself to his circle. Most of the girls want to date him, sure, but nobody can tell if him and Schlatt are an actual thing or not. 

He is a music kid. He is an indie kid - lets not lie. Everyone wants to know what is up with him, but he couldn’t care less. 

Tommy is popular in like the “jock that for some reason is actually runny funny and fun to hang with” way. Like he is actually really, really popular in the I’m friends with the whole school kind of way. 

Like this kid just goes down the hallway and high fives people type of shit. 

I mean, Tommy is a star athlete. He plays varsity soccer, varsity baseball, and he runs with the varsity indoor track team in between his seasons. He has to let all of his energy out somehow. (Funfact: Punz and SapNap continuously beg Tommy to join the football team because they could use a good runner like him, but Tommy knows that he will be snapped and half, so he has to decline). Even though Tommy is friends with the entire student body, he prefers to spend time with his group [Mainly Purpled and Tubbo]. 

For reference (Tommy’s Friends): Punz is 19 - he definitely stayed back in like 7th grade. SapNap is 17. Dream is 18. George is 18.   Callahan is 17. Ponk is 18. They are all seniors. Quackity is 18. Karl is 17. They are Juniors. Purpled, Tubbo, and Tommy are 15. They are freshman. 

Techno is not popular. That’s it. 

Everyone knows him, because of his two brothers, but also because he is top of the class.

While Wilbur gets mostly B’s taking honors classes, and AP English’s; and Tommy gets most C’s in some regular, some honors classes; Techno gets all A’s in all AP Classes. 

Techno has a few friends, such as TapL (18), Skeppy (17), and Calvin (18). He’s always been acquaintances with Dream, who is salutatorian - both of them vying for the top spot. But, both of them know that Dream is too focused on football for him to really put in the time that Techno does to get Valedictorian.

Techno is also on the Varsity Baseball team with Tommy. The baseball season is the only season that Techno and Tommy get along. Tommy’s a pitcher because he is ambidextrous (true fact, Tommy actually is left handed for minecraft too), and Techno is the school’s star batter, so the two make a perfect duo. 

As for your first question, Wilbur and Schlatt’s relationship? 

Nobody knows why they became friends - nobody. 

They just did, when they were very young. 

Sometimes it’s apparent to see that they really like eachother, some days they get along extremely well, and joke together, and do science labs together. Other days though, they absolutely hate eachothers guts. Schlatt has more than once thrown a Textbook at Wilbur. And Wilbur, more than once, has split coffee onto Schlatt’s assignments “accidentally”. 

Either way, they are eachothers’ ride or die. If you mess with one of them the other will not hesitate to fight you the fuck off. 

And, to add to a point I made earlier - no matter what kind of day it is, they flirt too much to be normal. They are those friends, that no one can tell if they are actually dating or not. Schlatt has - on multiple occasions - tried to make out with Wilbur. 

Their relationship is completely and utterly platonic, but do they sure confuse the fuck out of the student body. 

#Of Younger Brothers and Longer Nights #ybln au #tommyinnit #tubbo #purpled #punz #ponk #karl jacobs #quackity #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #wilbursoot #nihachu #niki #schlatt #jschlatt #fundy #eret #the eret #calvin #skeppy #technoblade #tapl

[totaldramamarching]

For the First Time in Over a Year, I Present to You: Oneshot Friday!

#6: The Delinquent, Part One

How did Duncan become a part of the marching band, anyways? Set two years before the current blog timeline. Thanks to @elskamo for the idea!

Duncan knew he was trouble. He caused problems on purpose, whether it be breaking school rules, petty vandalism, illegal driving… His list of offenses seemed endless. It wasn’t important that everything he did was clearly a thinly veiled cry for attention from his parents -- people hardly paid attention to that part. 

His parents tried to force him in every sport imaginable to keep him busy, but nothing clicked. He got in too many fights with the football players, popped too many soccer balls, cheated too many basketball games, antagonized too many track and fielders. Even with a parole officer enforcing Duncan’s attendance, Duncan still managed to sneak off and do all the troublesome things he wanted. For his parents, the school, the local police department, and the local juvie, it was a nightmare of an enigma.

And that enigma may or may not be why he was sitting in the principal’s office. 

“Mr. Sarno,” the principal said with great exasperation, “we’re enrolling you in the band program next year.”

“What!?” Duncan shouted, jumping from his seat. “No way! You can’t make me do that!”

“Yes, I can. Sit down,” the principal replied evenly. Duncan begrudgingly obeyed. “Your parents support the decision completely. It is by far one of our more time-consuming extracurriculars, and it will do well to teach you discipline. There’s no sidelines or benches in the marching band, Mr. Sarno. I’ve already talked to the head band director, and he is letting you play percussion.”

“Oh, wow. I’m so glad he’s ‘letting’ me play percussion. I don’t even get a choice in what instrument I play. What a great honor,” Duncan grumbled, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Furthermore,” the principal continued as if Duncan hadn’t spoken, “you will have lessons every day after school until Mr. McLean deems it appropriate to stop them.”

“Dude!”

“Mr. Sarno, the majority of your offenses occur directly after school hours. We are trying to steer your energy towards something productive; you are in no position to negotiate this. Your parole officer will have more travel details.”

And so sophomore year came, and with that came the first day of summer band, which was basically a way to eat up even more of his free time. Perfect. Just what he wanted: to spend more time with the band dweebs. 

He made his way into the band room, deliberately choosing to stand in the back. No one approached him, which was just as well, because he didn’t plan on talking to anyone anyways. He had his “scary face” on for a reason. All he wanted was to get in and out of here as fast as possible.

The band director gave a grand monologue like he was some reality TV show host, talking about the upcoming halftime show and the schedule and other nonsense that Duncan didn’t care to listen to. Suddenly, all the band nerds started to file out the door, and Duncan was sure he could make a break for it, until --

“Duncan Sarno.” He turned to see the head band director standing directly in front of him. “Mr. McLean. Pleasure to meet you, buddy.”

“Don’t call me ‘buddy’,” Duncan cut in.

“Got it,” Mr. McLean responded with the same tone of voice, no sharpness or anything. Hm. Duncan would have to work that out of him -- find a way to get kicked out as soon as possible.

“Anyways, you’ll meet the rest of the band in a second. I just want to show you some basic percussion stuff so you’re not totally lost when we start teaching percussion drumline audition music tomorrow.”

“I have to audition for shit?”

“Well, technically, anyways. I promised the principal you’d be as involved as possible, marching and all. So, you get a free ticket onto the drumline.”

“Lucky me,” Duncan mumbled coldly. 

But Mr. McLean ignored that and proceeded to set up some sort of drum, propping it up on a stand meant to hold it. Absentmindedly, Duncan kicked the stand just as Mr. McLean went to put the drum on it. Duncan smirked, hoping to make a few thousand dollars worth of damage to the drum, but Mr. McLean grabbed it by the bottom before it hit the floor, catching the falling stand with his foot. 

Without a word about Duncan’s behavior, Mr. McLean finished setting up the instrument. “This is a bass drum,” he said casually, “and these are mallets.” He gave Ducan two sticks with balls at the end of them. “You hold one in each hand, and use them to hit one side of the drum. Usually, you’ll never hit the same side twice in a row, you always alternate. Go ahead, give it a try.”

Turns out he could hit it pretty hard without it breaking -- nice to know. He hit it a little harder, and the sound echoed off various instruments in the room. Hm.

He raised his arms about a foot away from the heads of the drum, ready to strike with deadly force, but before he could, Mr. McLean swiped the mallets from his hands. Oddly enough, he was not met with a scowl or a scold, but a smile. 

“It’s gonna take a lot to make me kick you out of this band, you know,” Mr. McLean said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll just break stuff while we’re not practicing, and you’ll want me out before the first game.”

“You won’t have time.”

Duncan raised his brow. “Then I just won’t do anything.”

Chris shrugged. “You’ll get run over by a sousaphone.”

“I’ll put in the minimum effort.”

“Half the band does that anyway, so it’s not really rebellious.”

“I’ll do things wrong on purpose to mess up the show!”

“We can put you on front ensemble and give you no parts, and stick you next to a section leader to boot.” 

“Thought you promised the principal I had to march?”

“Look,” Mr. McLean’s voice grew serious, “if you want this to be a big waste of time, then that’s up to you. I’m not opposed to making you stand in front of an instrument table where the section leader will smack you every time you reach for something. But I want this to be a good experience for you, okay? Not just to keep you out of juvie, but to give you something that you want to do. A good pastime. I don’t care how many times you’ve almost been expelled or how many fights you’ve gotten into, with my students even -- I am not giving up on you. Got it?”

Duncan stared at Chris with narrowed eyes. That was most definitely a lie he’d heard from teachers time and time again. “Yeah, whatever,” Duncan muttered, and Mr. McLean simply continued going over sheet music and drums like there was no bite in Duncan’s voice.

True to his word, though, Mr. McLean proved time and time again that he’d never give up on Duncan.

Maybe Duncan let optimism get to him. Maybe he stopped trying to get attention by petty delinquency. Maybe he let the band room feel like home, and maybe he made a few friends here and there -- it wasn’t important. He’d do something to get out of this, just like he did with everything else. He’d find out what Mr. McLean’s limit was and skyrocket past it, earning him a one way ticket out of the Wawanakwa High School band program.

But maybe that was it. Maybe he didn’t want to figure out what the limit was this time. Maybe he didn’t want to leave.

Unfortunately, life wouldn’t let Duncan enjoy something for long.

To be continued…

#total drama marching #total drama au #total drama writing #td duncan #td chris #td chris mclean #chris mclean #tdi #tda #tdwt #tdas #total drama fanfic #oneshot friday

[lesbian-kyoru]

Fruits Basket characters as high school/clique stereotypes go!

tohru: miss floater queen… super nice to everyone, strikes up a convo with you in the bathroom everyday, will always send you the notes you missed even if you’ve only spoken once three years ago. well-liked by everyone (notable exception is the yuki fan club), but mostly keeps to her lil friend group. kyo is her scary boyfriend, and at first no one can comprehend how she is dating mr feral jock/nerd man... but the inner circle knows that they are both Weird so it works

yuki: popular but like… does not know how he ended up in this clique because inside he is a weird little gay rat man. gets invited to all the coolest parties—spends the entire party awkwardly standing in the bathroom. breaks the internet when a viral video is posted of “prince yuki eating shit (falls off a skateboard while student kakeru manabe laughs in the background).” stoner masquerading as a prep

kyo: jock, but with the heart of a nerd. on every sports team. ball is life. but also. goes to math club three times a week and is a competitive mathlete. biggest ordeal of third year is when he has martial arts and mathlete competitions scheduled on the same day... can be seen sprinting through the tokyo streets that day, changing into his mathlete uniform as he runs. eats lunch with tohru everyday so that he can avoid choosing between eating with the jocks vs mathletes. leads a double life

shigure: so not exactly a nerd, but like a really pretentious smart kid… keeps to himself but is pretty generally well liked because. well he’s the mysterious sexy smart kid who wins like, poetry competitions and gets his picture in the school paper and is always tits out. also gets along really well with the theatre kids because he lives for the Drama and the Shit Talking. notorious for subtweeting people on main. does not subtweet akito and instead calls them out by name

akito: i feel like they would be a loner because i simply can’t see them not being absolutely aggravated by 99% of the other kids. like they hate theatre kids, hate preps, hate jocks… but also are too cool for nerds and bully them lol. i think they are reluctantly befriended by like, a stoner, a goth, and a floater. end up with a weird little friend group that they don’t hate. akito having friends and happiness in 2020 challenge

momiji: prep but more approachable than yuki. really popular because he’s a cutie as a first year, then he gets older and is gorgeous and is popular for that reason. super charismatic and mingles with various social groups really easily. honorary theatre kid In Vibes even though he was only ever in one production. also tik tok famous, so there’s that

haru: goth… but specifically a gamer goth. like looks scary, has really cool tattoos and piercings, is really unapproachable… but i feel like he also is a regular member of the school DnD club and gets really into it. he’s that dude who goes to smash bros tournaments after school and wins giant cash prizes. but like. still goth energy

rin: emo goth. eyeliner for days. could step on you and you would thank her. takes first place in the art show with really moody abstract pieces. never talks to you but then one day sings “creep” at the school talent show and is suddenly a school celebrity

uo: loner but… in vibes only because she does actually have her good friends. keeps up the mysterious loner persona tho. if you don’t know her you are scared of her. if you do know her you are probably still a little bit scared of her. oh and she’s definitely a skater girl. really hot lesbian

hana: goth/emo but like… goes too hard for the majority of the goths at the school. can hold a good conversation about mcr but then she turns it supernatural and spooky and the Weaker Goths flee the situation. dresses better than anyone at school. solidarity with rin and haru

kagura: popular pretty girl but specifically a jock popular girl. like the kind that plays volleyball and soccer and runs track and is ripped and goes ham. but then looks like a super model at every end of year sports team banquet. probably bullies you tbh

hiro: nerd but like… specifically anime kid™. like, aggressively so. president of the anime club. really intense about it. once he got control, wrote an official list of club rules and made membership more selective. there are three members. outsmarts bullies with his advanced vocabulary

kisa: vp of anime club because hiro asked her to be, but more of a floater. like tohru, she is cute and nice and universally adored even if she isn’t popular popular. also definitely teachers pet vibes! tries really hard to be good at everything. her niche is probably with more nerdy kids or other floaters because they aren’t intimidating

kakeru: okay so. primarily stoner… but also skater boy and class clown... the weirdest type of stoner. kind of can vibe with everyone similar to a floater, but it’s less in the way that he can shapeshift to fit into any group—it’s like, he is so weird that any group he interacts with is ??? but they can’t tell him to leave. crashes popular kid functions with yuki. also agreed with sophie that 2020 kakeru has eboy energy. fraternizes with the anime kids as well

machi: absolute loner but vibes with it. just minding her own business. really hard to get to know, but i feel like that honestly means that she ends up with a lot of friends in really odd places. avoids popular kids but can actually get along pretty well with almost anyone if they reach out to her first. likes fucking weird kids. the stoners adopt her

kimi: popular, cheerleader subset. but also more specifically the dance team type of cheerleader, which means she also overlaps with the theatre kids and honestly spends most of her social time with them. choreographs all the school musicals. they pick shows that have a Singular Dance Role so that kimi can shine. has to deal with fucking kyo being in a dance number when he can’t dance for shit

nao: nerd. as i’ve established before, an accounting nerd to be more specific. president of the accounting club. wears his nerd status with pride and with a superiority complex. the difference between him and kyo is that kyo is ripped as fuck so he doesn’t get shoved into lockers… nao does get shoved into lockers

#ty for this ask so sorry it took so long....again was homeschooled so i do a lot of guessing w HS headcanons aldskfjaksdf #fruits basket #furuba #fruits basket headcanon #tohru honda #yuki sohma #kyo sohma #kakeru manabe #kyoru #yukeru #its the ship subtext in all of my hc posts for me #shigure sohma #akito sohma #not tagging them all i simply cant....... #hc #long post #zoe.txt

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middle of the night: all about luv - p.js

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

you just needed to pass your classes and you'd be out of this hellhole but of course you couldn't do it alone! it was a two man job with your lifestyle so the school assigned you to the one and only park jisung, clumsy straight a student who you may or may not have now taken a liking to....

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

info: rebel!reader, nerd!jisung, strangers to lovers!au, non-idol!au, high school!au

warnings: explicit/vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, little bit alcohol consumption

a/n: hey omg i can’t believe i finally posted a part to this series, i hope u guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me if you want a taglist okay? thanks! 

You were fierce, everyone knew. Even those who haven't even seen you and your tricks in-person feared when you attended school. Although you were known to play tricks,  rough-house, and start problems with the other kids who didn't even bother attending school or pursue their actual desires- you had one and was determined to make it come true one way or another. But unfortunately, you were pretty dim compared to the students who roamed the hallways, it never stopped you, Today you decided on approaching your math teacher since she was surprisingly the only one who cheered you on with your aspirations,

"So...I'm passing three of my four courses this semester!?" You eagerly questioned the woman in front of you, "Yes, you are" confirmed with the recent grade updates, you sigh in relief knowing you were passing most of your classes with satisfying marks, so you made your way to the exit. 

However, she pulled you back down to your seat. "You're failing Science Y/n," she added pointing at the 34, "Well I don't even know what's happening in there, how can I pass in such a short time?" 

He stared out the window of the Science lab. He had plans after school, "Jisung? Park Jisung?" an unfamiliar teacher called from the door frame; his attention was mainly towards the girl behind her which sent shivers down his spine.

"Can you meet me in Room 284 after school?" Of course not, he's finally scored a fucking date with Lee Jieun one of the prettiest and popular girls of the junior division, he looked over to Jieun in the back of the class who was listening in on your conversation along with everybody else in the classroom, she looked disappointed but nodded permitting him to ditch their date, he smiled apologetically at the girl before focusing his attention to the door, 

"Sure."

Knocks were heard from the door which made your busy teacher who was marking work signal you to go open the entrance to this quite cold classroom. Roughly around 5'11 probably 6'0 boy is wearing a worn-out white shirt, with a navy blue blazer, pants and a poorly tied tie. His attire was mandatory but his hair was unique, rocking pink-brown hair was not something you see every day unless they were idols. The sun shined passed the windows onto the boy making his rosewood hair turn into a more dark salmon colour. "Jisung!" Your Math teacher chirped to the boy pulling out a chair next to yours indicating you two to sit back down. She took a good two minutes out of your time to finish up on marking and organizing the sheets sprawled across the desk, you and Jisung just sat in silence. In all honestly, Jisung was shitting himself. You and the reputation you had here were most definitely the reason why. Shifting his position every ten seconds, the occasional glances to you, and bouncing his leg. Finally, she turned her attention to the pair in front of her, "So you two are probably really confused."she stated looking at Jisung, then you."Poor Y/n here, my favourite student-"She pauses looking at you with a smile and towards Jisung who looked confused on how,"which is surprising to the staff apparently which I have no idea how...she hasn't been...rebellious in a few weeks since she's trying to pass before the summer break."Clasping her hands together she looks up at you two, "Jisung I need you to tutor Y/n until she gets her final grade in." When I tell you his eyes widened enough for you to see the wrinkles on his forehead form, you did. You smiled accepting the help but it quickly seeing his distressed self, "Are you okay? Do you not want to tutor me?"You asked, and it was your first time ever speaking to the boy he never expected you to sound so soft and gentle; predicting beforehand that you had a rough deeper voice. His facial expression softens slightly at your hopeful gaze piercing through him- hoping he'd tutor you, cause frankly, you needed it more than anyone in your division at this point (Maybe you're being a little selfish but who cares.). Jisung was sitting in his seat, zoned out, probably processing all this. It took him a minute, but he finally looked up from fiddling with his fingers. "Oh Of course I will! I can do Wednesdays after school and Saturday around noon?"It was pretty shocking how confident he sounded ordering you around that second- which made the teacher grin at the shy boy's sudden dominance. Chuckling a little with a small smile plastered on your face you say "Works perfectly, I'll be leaving now. Bye Ms.," You said jolting up grabbing your backpack walking towards the door, but before you leave you gotta leave a nice impression on the boy plus its rude to not say goodbye isn't it. 

"Goodbye Jisung Park."

It was Tuesday and Jisung was sitting in the Music room during lunch eating and catching up on his Health papers when you walked in. This was your usual spot in the late spring when you needed AC and a place to lay down. On a regular day for Jisung, he'd be in the front of the school on the bench working however it was too hot for him today so he opted to break into the already unlocked classroom to eat and study in. Sitting on top of the sink counter you lean to open a window pulling out a cigarette, you came here to smoke and it was a great place since it was deserted. "W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked looking up from his notebook sitting on the carpet. "Do I look like I'm about to jump out the window? no. I'm gonna smoke."You informed sarcastically on the boy. He was slightly taken aback you were so sweet yesterday and today your back with your bad girl reputation still strong. He threw you a quick look before getting up, putting his things in his bag, and throwing out the rest of his lunch. Now, walking towards you he takes the cigarette out your hand before you could even light it and threw it out the open window. "Hey! I wasn't done with that, and I didn't even start with it!" You raised your voice at him which did make him flinch but provoked him to argue back, "Yah! Your smoking is unhealthy and against school rules." He paused but started again, "You want to pass, don't you? I'm helping you pass, aren't I? Get your things together if you want my help Y/n."He spat. Honestly, you didn't think his words would affect you so much but it fueled the fire you started a minute ago. "Shut up Park, stop acting all tough when you know nothing about me, I never needed your help I was just going along with Ms." you argued back before grabbing your backpack and the lighter on the counter before hopping off pushing the tallboy to the side rudely, muttering something about bullshit.

"I was helping her! And she says you know nothing about me Park! like of course I don't butt why does she need to be an asshole when I'm trying to help her out." Jisung complains to Chenle in front of him. "Maybe she's like addicted," Chenle says trying to make the best out of the situation "Look, she'll warm up to you eventually cause you two will be spending lots of time together now." Jisung huffs in disbelief that Chenle is basically on your side here, getting up from the grassy field to join the rest of his gym class in soccer.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure under the bleachers; you. He knows you are upset with him as much as he is with you but he still wants to encourage you to pass Science with his help. "Park! Get your ass over here!" Yedam, his classmate calls him to grab his things on the field before heading into the change rooms.

The school bell rang, you watched students walk out of their classrooms to their lockers, friends, lovers. You were leaning against the wall beside the empty Music room contemplating if you should leave and hang out with some friends by Unjeong Lake Park or stay in with Park Jisung to study for Science. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice, "Hey." Jisung stood in front of you, backpack resting on one shoulder and a Science textbook in his hand. "Hi," It was awkward being around him after you little tilt.

"Let's go," You trailed behind Jisung watching him take you to an unfamiliar part of the school, the West End. "Why are we here?" You question the pink-haired boy, but all you get in return is silence. At last, he brought you two to the old gym, it hasn't been used in almost 6 years but somehow it looks squeaky clean. "This is my hangout spot after school, I kind of made my friends go down to Unjeong for the day so we could study here until I find a proper place." He explains to you placing his books and bag on the stacked mats, offering to take your bag too, you let him. "So what Unit is your class working on now?" He asked you once the two of you sat on one of the many beanbags in the gym (Probably brought in from his pals), "Well my mom made me take Biology I and I know you are in my class I just don't show up..." You lean back on the beanbag playing with the lighter in your hands "What are we learning Park?" He visibly gulps at you doesn't even know why he's nervous himself, maybe because your scary? Probably.

"Well we're on our last unit of the year and the Unit test and Final Exam are what can get you to pass the class with at least a 60," He said moving to grab his textbook flipping to a page with sticky notes plastered all over. "We are in Unit 5, Plants: Anatomy, Growth, and Function. It's an easy Unit so we could go through it in two months then spend the two weeks before the final exam prep." Jisung finished speaking and handed you the textbook that was on the Unit page, it didn't look hard but you knew better to judge a book by its cover. "Alright, where do we start." You smile at the grinning boy who's suddenly amused by your aspiration to pass the course.

It's 2:45 and you are in the middle of the last period, Science. It was your last day of the Science of the year, technically. You still had to prep for your final exam, but this was the final unit test which meant for the next month you'd be stuck in a silent classroom with your peers all silently studying over and writing recap notes for the final exam. You finish writing the date on your page and adding a little smiley face at the end of your name, flipping your paper over you take out your earbuds, and play music to pass time. 

Good, 15 minutes have passed, and you see students getting up to hand in their papers, this where you tag along and hand it in too. Patting the eraser ends on your skirt off you make it back to your desk sitting then turning to look behind you, a few desks down to a now chocolate haired boy. He was finishing up his test when he looked up to see you basically ogling at him. Throwing you an awkward half-assed smile he looks back to the girl behind him, Jieun. 

Jieun and Jisung took a very bad turn once Jisung agreed on tutoring you. She's ghosted the boy and took a liking to her lab partner, Taehyun. It was disappointing to see a girl get jealous over her date tutoring a very incompetent girl like you. If you were in her position, you might've gotten scared but wouldn't drop the kid; it was rude, and honestly, you were glad Jisung accepted that fate and moved on from her. He played with the end of his test sheet before sighing thumping his head against the desk, okay maybe he wasn't that over her yet but he's doing better than you ever would. Over these four months you and Jisung surprisingly got along well, you've opted to occupy a booth int he back of your town's ice cream parlor for studying instead of that abandoned gym in the West End. 

In all honesty, you felt bad about how you treated the tall boy in the first few weeks of tutoring. You showed up late which strung the classes longer making one hour, two. You complained, never listened, argued, actually punched him once. But after warming up to him you've started to take a liking, noticing his features a little more than you did last week, finding his beauty mark under his lip stunning. Nowadays he seems ten times more charming, appealing, engaging, and irresistible to you, memorizing his favourite things how he looks up to Kai, the teacher assistant for the seniors. And that he actually hates Science and prefers Gym and Sociology class. He likes all kinds of ice cream and tries new flavors every visit, he never writes with a red-inked pen since he prefers the black one and always lets you know that too ("Y/n did you know red ink stains are a nasty stain to get out, always use black ink."). You aren't the only one who's learned to love the newly blossomed friendship as he's learned as much as you about him, on how you've always wanted to become a Veterinarian, that your love for animals is just unexplainable and the only things holding you down is this horrible reputation you've built yourself over the two years of attending. But better late than ever to change your ways and Jisung was absolutely mesmerized by your determination to achieve the new milestones you've set for yourself.

"PARK JISUNG!" You shrieked barging into the empty ice cream parlor to see the boy sitting idling on his device, he looks up at you running towards your booth. "Hey, shhh", he quiets your overly excited self-telling you to sit."I got my Unit Test mark," you stop talking to take your backpack off and pull out your Unit Test which was graded and with a big fat A on it. "Holy shit! Y/n this is amazing!!"He exclaimed eyes going wide seeing the mark, his hard work really did pay off. 

"Now we can start prepping for Finals," Jisung told you after handing your papers back, your shoulders sagged and your smile disappeared, you were hoping to possibly celebrate with your tutor and newfound friend. Shaking your head, you look at him again, "No sorry, I wanna celebrate this tonight," you inform Jisung who looks at you with a somewhat annoyed expression. "Sorry Y/n but one A isn't going to help you get to a passing mark, you need more than that and the only thing that'll help you pass Biology is your Final Exam which is what we need to prep for." What the fuck? Jisung Park, the golden student, and who you thought was your friend basically telling you that your grade wasn't worth all that cheering two minutes ago. That was unbelievable what type of asshole does that, oh wait apparently Jisung Park. You knew you weren't gonna pass with one test, of course not. You might've been dumb but not to that extent, you clench your fists wondering how all that admiration you had for someone just got poured down a drain so quickly. You chuckle heartlessly ' that thought lingered before you look at him and speak.

"Yea of course I know that but do you not understand how big of a milestone this was for me? I am one step behind passing my hardest subject of the semester and you telling me that it's not enough and we need to prepare for a final at the end of a month that has just started is fucking rude Park."You hiss at him now baffled on how he couldn't comprehend after four- almost five months of knowing you. Getting up you grab your backpack and phone and turn to exit the ice-cream parlor. 

You were now outside of the small store, and Jisung didn't even come after you. Sighing knowing you should've known associating yourself with someone with a better reputation wouldn't have been smart. Pulling your phone out, you dial in a friend who you knew would be there for you and who had more free time than most students his age. "Jeno," You stammered through the phone "Y/n? Are you okay?" You smile weakly at his concern, not even a minute into a call."Can you pick me up?" you asked quietly to the older boy. Looking through the big glass window to the back of the shop, you see Jisung sitting there watching you intently, and he knows he hurt you. It wasn't his intent to; he just wanted you to reach your goals and he thought celebrating could've been done another time instead not today, I guess he hit a soft spot seeing your facial expression so fragile.

He saw a motorcycle pull up beside you and a muscular guy go and place a helmet on your head after holding you in his embrace for a moment before the two of you hopping back on the ride driving off to god knows where.

You kick around an empty pop can on the sidewalk waiting for your ride. Jeno knew something upsetting you over the phone so he decided not to question it and get you riled up but to drink a couple of beers and play darts at his crib. A Black 2018 Kawasaki Ninja pulls up in front of you, the driver removes his helmet revealed to be your dear friend, Jeno. He felt your gloomy aura already deciding to just embrace you tightly, "Whatever it is, you did amazing." He assured you before breaking the hug to plop the helmet on you and hopping back on with you behind him seated.

"Great job Y/n, I can see you making it through the year, I just finished putting in your final mark 89 is an amazing score and all on your own is shocking." Your Science teacher complimented you after holding you back to show your improvement to you, Jeno encouraged you to still study hard solo after acknowledging that you didn't want to work with Jisung anymore, hard work did pay off now your officially finished with your junior year and with flawless grades. "Have a great summer break," You tell her before walking out for lunch. Last day of school before the summer break, it's been a crazy weird year but you don't seem to be upset. Jisung seemed happy without you anyways, you've been skipping Music to sit out on the bleachers while he had gym class, and made sure to visit the West End more often. You didn't realize it yet but Jisung looking happy stung more than it should've.

Fuck that bullshit Y/n is on, Jisung is miserable without her. He didn't take note of it but he was more than happy to spend his Wednesdays and Saturdays with you. He liked the way your eyes widened or how your jaw almost touched the floor when he teaches you something new, or when your eyed shimmered when your grades went up every quiz. How your nose scrunched up at a difficult question, the way you organized his pencil case when he wasn't looking because 'it had to be cute like him'. He was too much of a coward to keep you by his side, it's safe to say Jisung Park likes you back. Head over heels in love with you probably, but we shouldn't stretch it that far knowing he's working his ass off to get over you, and of his mind but when does he even succeed. It's the last day of school and possibly the last time Jisung gets to see you roam the halls, watch him in Gym class fooling around with his friends, or just see you until the next school year. No, Jisung made it his goal to win you back. He's never seen you that way, never thought he'd need you, all he wants is to see you, hold you.

"No Park. She's not even here kid," Your friend, Yuna told Jisung who was at your doorstep asking for you. "Just, just tell her to text me." He said frustrated now leaving.

"I thought you said he didn't want anything to do with you?" Jeno asked sitting on the couch of Yuna's living room beside you. "He doesn't, I don't know why-" Yuna was quick to argue with you, "He likes you and you left." Jeno nods agreeing, "I see that happening..." He half-joked. "Listen I know he was a jerk in May, but it's June- July tomorrow! He's not being a jerk right now because what freaking jerk comes to your doorstep BEGGING to talk to you?" Yuna ranted. 

You know he's not a jerk and he meant no harm that day but it hurt. Everyone always sugarcoated things with you so when Jisung was pretty blunt with you, it stung. You whine at all this thinking about Jisung and feelings, plus even if he did like you, there was so much to unravel than just some lame highschooler who wanted to get her shit together. So so much more than just that. Drinking the rest of the alcohol in your plastic cup you sit up straight staring at the two in front of you who were dying to hear your say in this, "Okay so what if we have our happy ending, what'll happen then? He'll figure out how toxic I am and go running back to Jiwoo or whatever name is."Stopping and using a couch pillow to cover your face- did you seriously imagine yourself with a happy ending, you've fucked up so much that it seems impossible to turn back. Yuna notices your heartache and decided to tone down on his jokes and talk to you 'for realsies',"Sweetheart if he leaves you because your teeny issues were too overwhelming for him it's not worth it but from his recent actions it looks like he'd want to be there with you through those issues. Honestly, he could live a little too so dealing with you- and giving me and Jeno here a break should be thrilling."Adding a light-hearted joke was what you needed to place a soft smile on your lips.

“Now go get your man” Jeno says slapping your back playfully encouraging you to leave the house and venture off to him- wherever he is.

"Can I help you?" A boy wearing Yonsei University sweatshirt asked you. 'This must be Jisung's older brother he told me about' You thought to yourself, "Oh Yes, is Jisung home?" You ask him looking up trying to look as innocent as you can. "Oh you just missed him, he went to get ice cream with his friends," he said. Shouting a quick thanks you run down to the only ice cream parlor Jisung probably knows in town.

CLOSED is all you see in front of the ice cream parlor. Did Jisung's older brother lie to me? Now that you think of it, he and his brother aren't close enough to share those type of things from what you heard, and what type of boy would avoid the girl he supposedly likes. You sit down on the curb looking off into the little soccer field, watching kids play with their friends thinking, then it hit you. Did Jisung lie to his older brother? C'mon Y/n think of the one place Jisung and his friends could be...The park? Nah, too crowded. The mall? No, too far. Think Think Think, one place. Where in the world could Jisung- WEST END! God, why didn't you think of that in the beginning, of course, he's there. Getting up off the curb you make your way quickly to the back of the school, remembering Jisung telling you a back entrance to the West End.

Reaching the back entrance you see it open indicating someone (Jisung and friends) was inside. Maybe you shouldn't barge in and ruin their fun...opting to send Jisung a text you search your pockets to find, nothing. How could you leave your house without your phone? You're like addicted to it. "Excuse me?" A deep voice booms behind you, turning around you look up at the man. It's Jaehyun, the volleyball team captain. "Y/n." You know him, through Jisung, of course, why else would he be at the West End or know your name. "Hi," your breath rather softly which throws the older boy way off since he knows you for your snarky remarks or overly confident aura...Today you seem the opposite really. "Can you tell Jisung to come out for a second?" you ask avoiding eye contact and resorting to looking at the chalked up pavement. He gives you a thumbs up and heads in.

"Park Jisung-ah!" Jaehyun shouts for Jisung loud enough for it to echo in the empty gym. Looking up and seeing Jaehyun, Jisung excuses himself from his current conversation with Doyoung, Yuta, and Renjun to jog over to his Hyung. "Your chick is here," He says pointing out the door to you, Jisung's eyes lit up already knowing who Jaehyun was talking about peeking his head out the door to see you looking off into the parking lot, watching the sunset. He was pulled right back in by Jaehyun, "You better fix whatever's been going on between you, Y/n looks like an actual school girl being all shy and soft. I'm actually disgusted I need that spunky girl back before I force you two to kiss or some shit," Really Jaehyun? Some advice you got there.

"Alright kid go get your chick" Jaehyun cheered before pushing him and closing the door loud enough to alert and make you turn back.

It felt like a dream, none of this felt real. It hasn't even bee 24 hours since you last saw Jisung, but it's been a month of not interacting to get your heart racing this much. You looked unreal to Jisung, out of a fairytale actually and he looked amazing, like always. This is when he started to panic, you smiled weakly and started walking up to him. He looked down at his shoes not having the balls to look you in the eye, "Jisung look at me you pussy." You said so calmly but so rudely(?). It was funny and made Jisung giggle which made you short circuit.

Jisung looks up from his feet to see you staring into his brown eyes, taking in all his features again looking at him from head to toe; how fluffy his dark coffee bean hair was or his cheeks- god you always took the chance to pinch them when you could. His broad shoulders you always wondered how his hugs would be, probably so comfy and perfect. The beauty mark under his lip, fuck always wanted to kiss it. Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt two large hands enclose you in a tight hug; reacting almost immediately you wrap your small hands around his waist and rest your head on his chest while he brings his large hand to caress the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I know what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have made you seem so slow-witted when you totally aren't. I think over that conversation almost every night. I'm so so sorry Y/n," He finishes tightening the hug for a moment sympathetically.

You loosen the hug and tippy-toe up to the boy placing a small peck on his pink lips which caused his cheeks to go crimson. "You're forgiven, Park," you say giving him a tight smile. You see the tall boy pout a little and turn his reddened face to the side before mumbling "I was supposed to do that," which caused a fit of giggles from you. 

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future Jisung."

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