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sasa-gay-yo · 4 years ago

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Phone Call - Levi Ackerman - 200 Follower Special

Levi Ackerman - ModernAU - Light Smut - “Are you horny right now?”- “This was supposed to be a one-time thing.” - “We’re just friends? I fucked you though.” - MINORS DNI

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In front of everyone. Literally, as you were trying to babysit the college kids from breaking into your liquor cabinet, yelling at your brother who started this whole drunken mess, he grabbed your ass. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide it either, and it made you jump two feet in the air. At first, you thought it was one of Jean’s friends, maybe Eren who you knew had a crush on you, but the raven-haired man never failed to surprise you. I mean, who would have thought you and Levi Ackerman would have sex sober? You two always claimed to be annoyed by the other. Then, last week happened...

Levi was the uptight upperclassman, in your grade, who somehow got involved with the “brats” and could never get away from them. Part of the reason was because Hange, your best friend, and Armin, Jean’s friend, were co-presidents of the Biochemistry Club, and the other part, unknown to you, was that he thought Jean’s sister was incredibly hot. And incredibly beautiful. And Levi wanted you to date him. So much so, he even told Erwin about it. Levi was serious about pursuing something if Erwin knew about it. However, you didn’t know and the fact that he didn’t try to contact you for another round after what you thought was quite a good session, made you think he was over it.

Now, a week later, he’d shown up at your apartment on the tails of Hange and Armin. Jean had asked to host this party at your place, knowing how small his four-bedroom was, and you had no ability to say no to your little brother. Now, again, we come back to the present. Levi groping your bent over ass, something pressing into your thigh, while you were trying to shut your expensive liquor collection from the already drunk crew.

“What are you doing?” You stood up, facing him, and he had that blank look on his face. The first and only time he’d given you emotion was when he was inside of you. In class. Blank. Study session at Erwin and his place. Blank.

“I’m bored of these kids trying to mix the strongest drinks they possibly can using nothing but Coke and everclear. Want to do something?” Your eyes widened at bit, putting your hands on your hips to show some opposition. You weren’t going to let Levi Ackerman think you were that easy.

“Hm, I remember you saying in the morning that this was supposed to be a one-time thing. What changed your mind?” You want to walk away from him, rolling your eyes at how his faced morphed into one of annoyance. The hand he grabbed, he pulled straight down, right to his hard-on threatening the integrity of the jeans he wore.

“Could stop thinking of when I bent you over that cabinet. Thought I’d try to do it again.” You looked down the hallway at the kids who’d gathered to play a round of drunk truth or dare. There was no way you were letting him fuck you in a house full of Jean’s friends. One, you’d be mortified, and two, Jean’s friends would never let you live it down. You had a thesis to prepare and couldn’t deal with that constant headache.

“Maybe next time,” you said, swatting at his lower half to push him back. You tossed him a quick wink over your shoulder before joining the drunk truth or dare, only watching and laughing at the stupid things they made each other do. At one point, Hange had to put her clothes on upside down and Historia had to drunk call her ex-Reiner. Then, Jean noticed you were being excluded from his punishments and couldn’t have that.

“Hey! Truth or dare!” He yelled at you, and now everyone had turned, egging you on to answer. You guessed just one little round wouldn’t hurt.

“Dare.” There were ooh’s and Jean hadn’t expected you to say that, so he looked around the room trying to muster up a good enough dare. He wasn’t going to give his sister a sexual one like the others before it, but Connie had bigger ideas.

“I dare you to call the last person you had sex with and give them a rating! Like an Uber ride!”

“Connie, what the hell man?!” Jean yelled, not wanting to hear that, but the other certainly did. They’d heard things you and Jean have told them, and for the girls in the group, you were the resident sex advice expert, coming to you for any advise or sex item buying. You had no shame in helping them. Therefore, with your wealth of knowledge, they knew you’d have someone to call. However, you weren’t about to do that, when sitting right across from you was the receiver. He was staring right at you too, seeing if you had enough confidence to do it.

“Do I have to do it in front of you all?”

“No, I don’t wanna he-“

“Yes, you do,” Eren cut in, glaring at Jean. You sighed. It wasn’t the fact that you had to do this, in all honesty, it was a boring dare, but it was because Levi was in the room. If his phone rang in his pocket, you would die right there and then. Just a few days ago, you were ranting up and down to them, having your weekly lunch at the undergraduate cafeteria after your TA-ing, about how much you hated Levi. This was also during the time he ghosted you after giving you the best sex ever. You were a bit salty.

“Ugh, it’s not like I can give a good rating to this person.” You saw Levi’s eyes flicker with amusement, and he got up right away to walk down the hallway into the kitchen. That line was to hide your embarrassment, but he seemed to have a different idea.

“I’m not listening to her ass rant about sex again. All goddamn day I hear this shit,” grumbling in character, and you saw him take his phone out of his pocket before turning the corner. Now that you insulted him, he wanted you to call. He wanted to see if you had the guts to say that while he was whispering in your ear. He had big plans.

“Literally, this is boring. Can we just move on?” No one listened to Jean, even if you wanted them too, and Hange was the one who pulled your phone out of your purse and threw it at you… probably because she was the only one who knew. She wanted to see how this all would play out.

“Fine. Fine. It won’t be a long call though.” You scrolled through your contacts, thumb hovering over his name for a few seconds before pressing the call button. Levi was smart, and let it ring until it almost went to voice mail.

“Hello?” You shifted in your seat, hearing his voice on the other line. It was laced with the same poison he used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear last week, making you come so much, you’d lost count. It was all because of a dare too. Last week, you’d personally dared him. He couldn’t make a woman come, not with that attitude. Boy, did he show you the talent he possessed. Thinking about it made you shift in your seat.

“Hey, you got a minute. Just wanted to run somethings down with you.” He hummed, and the pairs of eyes staring at you got more and more intense. It was a good thing they couldn’t hear him, and that he was whispering in the other room.

“So, you remember last week right? After the bar?” He chuckled, and of course, it had to send shivers down your spine. No matter how awkward this was, no matter if your brother and his friends were staring and whispering, you were literally getting dirty talked to over the phone by Levi. This was, perhaps, a dream, but you had to play it cool.

“How could I forget the way you clenched around me? I made you cum twice with my dick, no? Three with just my tongue.” You gripped the phone, feeling your stomach heat up. You felt something else too, but you had to ignore it. You had too. There would be hell to pay if you showed signs of getting aroused in front of everyone, especially Hange who had a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Yeah, I know this is weird… but, uh, it’s a dare. Just play along, yeah? It’ll be over soon.” You heard him shift and started to get curious as to what position he was in, only a wall in between the both of you.

“Are you horny right now? In front of Jean and his friends? How dirty of you. Imagine if they knew you were getting off to just my voice, baby girl. Do you think they’d believe it? That I was the one who had you bent over on that very couch, spread for me?” You swallowed hard, and that’s when the smart ones in the group knew something was up. You could tell by Armin, Mikasa, and Annie’s faces that they knew. They knew whatever this stranger was saying was affecting you in all the right ways.

But, you continued like he was saying nothing.

“Well, yeah, so I’m rating it. Our experience. I’d say out of five stars, give it a two-point-five, maybe three?” He scoffed into the phone and had to hold himself back from laughing out loud and blowing his cover. He knew better than anyone that that was a lie. Levi’s dick had you crying out in pleasure. Hell, he still had the scratches on his back from you and the imagine of you squirming underneath him permanently engraved in his mind. An image of innate, lustful beauty. If anything, he should receive five-out-of-five-stars.

“You want to lie to me right now? Two-point-five? I should make you choke on my dick for saying that. Come to the kitchen and find out what a two-point-five is. I’ll just leave you on the floor after, my cum on your face, begging for me to fuck you.” The groan came out. You couldn’t hide it. It was the way he was being so vivid. It was the way you were glad you were sitting with your legs underneath you, trying to find some relief from his voice. God, he already had you dripping. You shouldn’t have fucking denied him by the liquor cabinet.

Still, you had to hide that groan.

“No, just stop there. Look. We agreed, just friends yeah. I’d like to keep it that way. If we do things twice, it’ll lead to something else. I mean, if you want I can-“ He cut you off, and you heard him groan to. You heard the shallow breaths he was taking. Was he… was he jacking off in your kitchen?

“We’re just friends? I fucked you though. Besides, I don’t give head to my friends, hm? Are you sure we’re just friends, baby? What did you call me the other night or did you forget because I fucked you dumb?” He moaned in your ear after saying it, adding to the pressure of the situation. You were getting so hot and bothered. The moan was just loud enough for it to have lasting effects in your stomach. He was fucking edging you over the phone, your body radiating with heat. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t care if the others heard, you needed relief. You were quick to give him some subliminal messages, steering him in your direction. You know you’d get shit for it later, but you didn’t care. You needed him to touch you and fast.

“No, no. I never said that. Just stick to what we’re doing, yeah?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, “Mhm, alright. If you wanna meet up with some friends Monday, sure! Like I said, we’re still friends. Yeah, totally. Your house?” You asked that last question, hoping to God that he would get the hint. You needed him now and he was just a five-minute drive. Damn, maybe you’d just fuck him in the car.

“My house? What if I just fuck you right here in front of all of them? I know Eren would like it. You want Eren to watch me fuck you? Claim you as mine? We all know you caught him jerking off to you. I don’t like to share. Even images in other peoples’ minds. They don’t get to dream of your pussy like I do.” You took one last shaky breath, seeing now everyone’s faces. They were either confused or getting bored of the conversation. Those confused were starting to pick up on your physical signals. Those bored were Eren and Connie, who were hoping you’d at least give them some explicit details to jack-off to later. Shoot, it was hard to not want to have sex with Jean’s hot older sister. Everyone in the group had a desire to do it at some point, but Levi had secretly gotten to you first.

“Yeah, you can, but I’d prefer my suggestion. Just works better in my timetable.” He chucked, and you heard him set the phone down, a belt buckle clinking in the background.

“How about once in the car and a few times at my place? Let’s try to break last week’s record, yeah? You came five times on Friday. Let’s make it six or seven. I want to see those tears on your cheeks. Meet me at my car?” You smiled and almost shouted out with joy, partly because you’d finally be able to get rid of the ache between your thighs, and two because you needed to keep up the act.

“Sure! I’ll see you then.” Finally, fucking finally, you got to hang up. It was a sigh of relief that followed, and then you turned to everyone.

“Talking to that guy is so boring. One of the wo-“ Your phone rang again, and you answered it without thinking.

“Hell-“

“I forgot to tell you, I don’t have condoms at mine, so were going to have to stop on the way back and buy some.” Levi smirked down at you, phone to his ear. He’d walked back into the living room, and you saw his shirt was untucked. You also saw everyone’s reaction and Hange bursting out in laughter. It only took a few seconds for everyone to realize what was happening, and in the process, Levi hung up, the stupid smirk plastered all over his face. He didn’t care what the brats thought or knew about his sex life, all that matter was the payback and feeling of self-fulfillment with the look he put on your face... and maybe making Eren Jaeger want to be him. Sure, he’d get some shit later form Jean, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The sex was going to be worth it anyways.

“You two had sex! Oh. My. God!”

“No way! You were just complaining about him last week!”

“If he was the last person you had sex with, didn’t you say that that was the best di-“ You shot up, cutting off Historia from indulging the others in front of you. They could talk about it however much they wanted when you left, and you knew you’d grow to regret telling her and Mikasa in detail about Levi and your experience. You left out his name, but at that point you wanted to brag about the best dick you ever received to them. You know, girl talk. Now it was fucking awful they knew.

“Goodbye!” You yelled out, grabbing Levi’s wrist and not caring that you just walked out in house slippers. You were leaving that place as fast as you could. It wasn’t until inside the elevator that you let go of him and could finally breath again. Then you turned to him.

“What the he-!“ He pushed you against the wall, a hand on the small of your back and the other above your head. His lips cut you off, using your open mouth to dive right in. He stole a small grope too, the same place on your ass that he squeezed earlier. Before the elevator hit the parking garage, he finally let you breathe, your lips already red from his attack. He didn’t stop though, continuing to kiss down your jaw, lifting your leg up off the ground just to grind into you slowly. Teasing.

“Best dick you ever had huh? Is that what Historia was about to say?” You groaned and he just laughed, noticing how red you lit up. You were also trying to move your body to feel his bulge over your own arousal. He was playing with you too much for you liking.

“The best dick I ever had ignored me for a week, too. Almost moved on.” The door dinged, and he pushed off you, leading you with his hand to his car.

“You want me to have sex with you so all of Erwin’s political science nerds can hear? I know Jean’s at your house 24/7 too.” That’s when you remembered that Erwin went home on the weekends to have family dinner with his mother. It was currently Saturday night.

“You just threatened to fuck me in front of all of them, I think you wouldn’t mind Erwin’s political science nerds.” Again, he pushed you up against his car, the chill of the red metal and his closeness, his heat, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. He just moved his neck sideways, his mouth right on your ear to give you the same effect the phone call did. He brought his hand up too, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. It made you literally moan out loud, echoing through the underground parking garage. He smirked at how he was affecting you.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to see you stripped but me. Is that clear?” You whimpered as his hands began to wander, the heat pooling between your thighs. It took all of you to not jump him right there and then, but at least he had similar ideas.

“Yes, sir.” He chucked, pressing one kiss to the side of your neck. His seal of approval. Permission to finally do what you want.

“Good. Now take those panties off and get in the back of the car, beautiful. I can’t wait any longer.”

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This request was supposed to have some fluff in it too, but I, uh, well this took me places.

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enhyupn · 4 years ago

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the perfect date! chapter one

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 3k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned

ask to be on taglist, updates are irregular

a/n i literally had to dig this out of my drafts so i don’t even know myself what i’ve written PLSSS

taglist: @dchannie17 @simluvbot @jaeyuni @neocrush

falling in love at the age of twelve wasn’t what you were expecting while learning basic algebra. being heartbroken at the age of thirteen while reciting shakespeare was also not as expected. the cause of both of these unforgettable moments? park jongseong, or otherwise known as jay to almost everyone around you. your first love was something that stuck with you, even in the present. he was your seat mate in three of your classes and the person you would ask for the homework right before it’s due date. it was a one sided crush, it was quite obvious to you. he was popular, sporty and incredibly talkative, you were one out of maybe twenty people that had a huge bulging crush on him.

at age fourteen you vowed to forget about him, the previous year he had moved to america to improve his english abilities which had put you in a miserable mood for almost all of your middle school life. who else was supposed to give you the math homework? how were you supposed to feel excited to go to school when jay wasn’t going to be there? your barely-a-teen mindset made you think you were never going to get over him.

flashing forward to freshmen year of high school, new school, new class and a clean slate to basically pretend you were a completely different person. no more being dependent on other people! no more trying to do anything to get friends! no more—

“hi, my name’s jake” oh boy.

and that’s how jake sim entered your life. it was his australian accent peaking through his words as he flashed you an energetic smile that pulled you in. you could of fallen for him at that instance, well you could of fallen for him throughout your years of friendship but the returning thought of your first love entirely stopped that process. jake sim was like a breath of fresh air, he was everywhere you went and had your back for everything.

you were his best friend and you thought of him like one too, you two were practically glued to one another. of course you had side comments, gossip that the two of you were dating or one of you two had an one sided crush (the latter part of that sentence we aren’t going to get that much into) but it didn’t make you two feel awkward or anything like that. with jake you almost forgot about jay (algebra and shakespeare being the things that stimulates the memory of him). although it wasn’t like jake was a rebound, you think yourself you’ve felt happier when you were around jake. i mean jake’s definitely popular, rivalling jay’s popularity in middle school even. if you asked anyone in your school who they’ve had a crush on, jake sim is number one on that list. he had some type of air around him, always being incredibly positive, he quite literally radiated the colour yellow. maybe you had a type when it came to people you associated with.

the close second on that list was maybe the complete opposite to jake in terms of their public image to the school. park sunghoon was the class president in your class. academically gifted, popular with the female population in your school, a talented figure skater, a stereotypical cold and distant beauty, there were a lot of layers to sunghoon. you personally had never really talked to him, the only time being when he had dropped papers on the ground in the hallways, maybe a few months ago. you helped him pick them up before carrying them with him to the teacher’s staff room. even then, you two had barely shared any words during that whole incident besides a “thank you”.

still, you could say you respected sunghoon. i mean who could have the energy to do his whole schedule besides him? you definitely could not. plus the way he was one of the most popular bachelors added to his busy schedule. the most recent valentine’s day was the proof as well as it was record breaking in your terms of your classes history with the day. having jake and sunghoon meant there were a lot of people trying to confess their feelings entering your classroom. last year, jake was stopped twenty three times the whole day, beating out sunghoon’s twenty sudden confessions. this year, there a sudden decline in jake’s confessions, a whopping three people only expressing their feelings desperately to him as he politely declined. sunghoon’s number rose by about ten people, expected but still a little shocking.

it wasn’t like the two of them cared about it, the only thing they did care about though was being polite when rejecting people. you couldn’t really sympathise with jake or sunghoon whenever they had to prepare yet another rejection, the only confession you’ve received being from yoon hyunsuk that was quite awkward considering he was a family friend and you saw him almost every week after you had rejected him.

anyways, returning to present time where you were doing your regular daily routine for a weekday. it always went waking up way too early, under eating breakfast in hopes to get the bus on time, meeting jake on the bus, walking to class with him and trying to not fall asleep in the middle of math class. it started off completely normal, maybe a little too normal.

“did you hear?” jake whispered in your ear. the two of you were supposed to individually practice questions but the chattery side of jake honestly got the best of him at moments like these.

“what is it?” you reply back quietly.

“a transfer student is coming in after lunch ends, one from america” now that really got your attention. you turn to him with your eyes wide in surprise, curiosity taking over you completely as you ignore the difficult question in front of you.

“did you see them?” jake couldn’t help but feel the sudden heat rush to his face as your sparkling eyes met his. “how do you even know this?”.

“ryujin told me plus, i saw a bit of him at the principal’s office” you looked behind him, trying to get a glimpse of the mentioned girl. the concentrated look on her face as she tried to solve the maths problem was evidence to you that she hadn’t heard her name being mentioned by jake. “said something about bleached hair that was definitely going to get the teachers mad”.

“now you got me excited” your small smile only sending butterflies to his stomach. you turn your head back down to face the still blank piece of paper, deciding that it was about time you started on that question.

“y’know he kinda looked familiar” the questioning tone in jake’s voice caught your attention, turning back to him in confusion.

“what do you mean?” a pout formed on your face. more confusion took over your face when you realised jake looked away from you quite fast, his ears turning a slight shade of pink.

“i— i don’t know” he silently cursed himself for letting himself fall deeper into his one sided crush from only small moments. his sudden black mind caused him to forget what he was meant to say to you, only leaving you puzzled by his words.

jake sitting opposite to you as you ate your unsettlingly warm sandwich, was really the only thing really going on during lunch that say. although weirdly enough, park sunghoon’s glances and staring was a new addition to your lunch time. even without directly looking at him, you could feel his eyes as they dug into the back of your head.

“you know you can relax, sunghoon’s not gonna bite you” jake commented on your stiffness. you bit your lip anxiously when you realised how loud he was being, not wanting sunghoon to know he was currently the topic of conversation between the two of you.

“if you speak any louder he might hear you” you angrily whispered to his face as you rolled your eyes. the boy chuckled before placing a small ball of rice into his mouth.

“he won’t idiot” jake tells you with maybe little too much confidence. you noticed that sunghoon had looked away from you abruptly, his cheeks visibly reddening as he faced his desk. “oh”.

“why are you like this?” you expressed you concerns. jake shrugged his shoulders, not understanding where you were coming from. “i should be excited for the new student, not trying to tame you from embarrassing our class president!”, your voice lowering at the last few words.

“i think he wants to tell you something”

“i think i want you to shut up” you muttered and you took another bite from your sandwich, wincing at the warm tomato and soggy lettuce that came into contact with your mouth.

jake was about to fire back but was only stopped by your phone violently vibrating on the table. your eyes widen in embarrassment as you frantically tried to get to it. you turn your phone to look at the screen, a notification telling you someone was calling you. jake tried to take a peek at your phone, only abandoning the plan when he saw you glare at him.

“hey yeojin” a small smile forming on your lips when reciting your middle school friend’s name. im yeojin was your best friend up until high school when her parents made her go to an all girls boarding school instead of your co-ed high school. she hated it so much when it was initially brought up by them but from the looks of it now, she’s actually enjoying herself. yeojin was the only person, excluding jake, that ever knew about your crush on jay. jake found out when the two of you were looking through old middle school pictures, you pointed at jay in a class photo and that’s the story on how jake knows about jay’s existence. “what’s up?”.

“i’m not supposed to be on my phone” her voice was frantic. you knew from her many, many letters that her school was strict when it came to personal phones. she was only allowed it everyday for thirty minutes during lunch on the weekdays, three hours on the weekends. “but, i have some exciting news for you”.

“what is it?” jake could see your eyes glisten in curiosity. he chuckled to himself as he placed his chin in his palm, his full attention being placed onto you.

“guess”

“i can’t believe you’re doing this right now” you squinted in annoyance at her playfully attitude.

“i was kidding” yeojin’s contagious laugh caught up to you, making it look like you forgot about her joke on you. “but you know how you’re old instagram account got deleted because of—”

“don’t say it” you interrupted through gritted teeth. jake laughed loudly at your reaction, catching the attention of sunghoon yet again.

“anyways, and you basically lost all of our middle school classes handles?”

“yes, i remember it all a little too well” embarrassment laced through your words as you remembered the never-to-be-mentioned-again memory.

“anyways so jay...” your eyes lit up at the mention of his name, an unsettling feeling in jake’s stomach appearing due to your expression. “he’s back!”.

“he’s back?” you stood up from your seat in surprise. your class looked at you in concern before you apologised as you embarrassing lowered yourself down to your seat. “you’re not kidding me right?”.

“why would i lie?” you could feel yeojin’s eyes rolling through the phone. “oh shit, patrol’s back. gotta go, i’ll send a letter soon—”

jake watched as you ended the call staying seated with your eyes widened, unable to process what had happen. you couldn’t pinpoint any of the emotions you were feeling, were you happy? anxious? scared? you had no clue. you bite your lip, hoping the action can help your blank mind.

“so—”

“is this 3-A?” a loud voice entering the class interrupted jake, causing the boy to sigh out of frustration.

you turned your head in the direction. you felt yourself shake in more shock when you realised who the person at the entrance was, and from the way they looked back at you, he realised who you were to. you abruptly looked away, facing the window on your left with your face burning up as you held up a hand to cover your face.

jake’s puzzled expression took over his face before putting the pieces together. his heart was beating at such a fast rate that he felt breathless, he didn’t think he was at all ready to see his crush’s first love entering their own classroom.

he watched as sunghoon did his usual mannerly class president thing, standing up from his seat all professional and kind before making his way to jay with an open hand for him to shake.

“hello, you’re earlier than expected” sunghoon smiled, unsure if it was genuine or not due to the fact the boy in front of him didn’t even acknowledge his presence. he dropped his hand before letting out a quiet irritated sigh, trying to figure out what he had his eyes on.

even with sunghoon’s growing annoyed expression, jay’s eyes were still trained on you. it was like you were frozen, no muscle in your body allowed you to move as you blankly stared outside the window. the only thing moving was your eyes shutting completely as you felt footsteps coming your way, instantly knowing who it belonged to.

“y/n” a cheery voice made it’s way to jay’s words.

sunghoon raised an eyebrow at the two of you, not entirely following this whole situation. how did he know you? why did you seem so embarrassed? bashful even? and why was jake staring at jay like he just killed his family?

“j-jay hey, y-you’re back” you finally turned your head, however still unable to look at him in the eyes. jay chuckled at the way you tripped over your words, memories of the two of you from middle school playing in his head. he glanced down beside you, the empty seat almost begging him to sit there.

you almost feel yourself jump into your seat when you noticed jay was pulling back the chair beside you as he prepared himself to sit down. at this point jake’s face was visibly red, glaring at jay for reasons that cannot be exactly explained and sunghoon’s feet had even brought him all the way to your desk meaning he had a full view of this whole mess. you four had the whole classes attention, even with some whispering to each other about you.

“it’s been a while” jay smiled through his words as he sat down, his position facing you as you struggled to make eye contact. you could feel yourself sweating from the unbearable heat coming from your cheeks, your head still blank unable to think properly.

“you two know each other?” sunghoon asked curiously as he placed his hand on his hip. you don’t know why but you cursed sunghoon silently in your head for asking that question, the thought of jay telling him you were only his friend pained you.

“yeah, middle school classmates” jay finally acknowledged the boy’s presence. sunghoon nodded in reply as he scanned your expression, unable to understand how you were feeling. “i had— i can’t say it it’s too embarrassing actually” jay rubbed his neck embarrassingly before turning away in embarrassment, only for his eyes to meet jakes.

“no, carry on” jake’s few words came out as a little passive aggressive but didn’t particularly offend jay in any way. it was quite obvious to everyone but you that jake was being a little jealous, possessive maybe from the way he glared at jay and sunghoon, who frankly didn’t really do anything up until this point.

“oh okay...” jay didn’t know why he felt nervous. maybe it was cause jake couldn’t keep his glare off of him or he was about to regret his next few words. “i had the biggest crush on y/n”.

now that got your attention. with wide eyes your eyes made contact with his at last, his cheeks were tinted pink and he had a bashful smile spread across his lips. you could even see jake in the corner of your eyes closing his mouth as he tried to recover from the shock. while sunghoon, who was right behind jay, looked like he wasn’t completely over the shocking revelation.

“i—” you felt speechless. this was the first time you’ve heard anything about this, you didn’t even think you were ever going to hear those words. you once again tried to open your mouth in an attempt to reply but was just met with nothing.

“they didn’t like me back though” jay continued. you looked at him like he was crazy, your eyebrows raised with confusion taking over your face.

“but i—”

“y/n can we talk....” jake’s voice interrupting your soon to be confession as he stared at you with a serious expression. you turned to him, once again not fully processing this whole situation. “...outside the classroom?”.

you glanced back to jay who looked visibly irritated, rolling his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair. sunghoon just stood behind him, staring at jake with what looked to be some sort of fear. letting out a sigh, you stood up from your seat as you looked jake in the eyes.

“let’s go outside jake” you were slightly thankful for his sudden request due to you not wanting to be stuck in that suffocating environment. you watched as he stood up from his seat, his expression changing into quite an anxious one.

the curiosity didn’t leave you as you followed jake out of the classroom, you even heard your classmates whisper to each other as you passed them. you didn’t even want to look back to see the face of jay, you had ended your long awaited reunion short just to go talk to your best friend by the staircase. jake glanced around the area to make sure nobody was there to listen to what he had to say.

“thanks for getting me out of there—”

“i like you” those three words almost made you faint on the spot.

was it time to wake up now?

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lillian-nator · 4 years ago

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Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. - (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church.

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

#wallflower au #wilbursoot #tommyinnit #karl jacobs #quackity #sapnap #and Big Q #georgenotfound #gogy #punz #dream #dreamwastaken #tubbo #long post

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liquid-luck-00 · 4 years ago

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Overprotection

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 5: Overprotection

@biodad-bruce-month

Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~ Next

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About a week before her term began again,

Bruce pulled Mari into his office. After her telling them about the situation in Paris and him and Tim looking into it he was worried.

Seriously he found out the two heroes had contacted the Justice League but Lantern, Hal, had laughed at them stating it was a joke. After that they sent another video stating that all heroes affiliated with the Justice League, its members, their sidekicks, and even anyone that the above has worked with were banned from setting foot in Paris. Or else they would be treated as criminals. After that information was scarce. So he was rightfully worried about sending his daughter to a country he could do nothing in as a hero.

"Mari, your break is ending and I wanted to ask, do you want to go back to Paris to finish the term?" he waited for her answer watching her reaction.

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Do I want to go back to Paris? Yes, no, maybe. She was confused and rightfully so. "Who wants to go back to a place to be held emotionally captive."

"So is that a no?" Bruce asked, making her realize she said that out loud.

"Well I... I want to stay in Paris it's my home, but this is my home too. I, I, I can't leave my... friends" she hoped she was convincing but even she knew she wasn't. Hell she stumbled on the word friends, yes she will miss her best friends but Chloe, Kagami, and Luka always call. They've been calling her once a day minimum, excluding patrols and fights, luckily no one has dropped in on their conversations or else... well she didn't know what her family would do with that information .

"Mari" Bruce was on her level, when did he get there, "Is something other than the akuma attacks bothering you?" This was the first time since arriving at the manor that she heard him speak that softly.

"N..." she bit her lip and closed her eyes making firm her resolve. "Yes there is something else"

"I'm here to listen. Even if you want to go back you still have your family behind you."

"Well there is a girl in my class who turned everyone and I mean everyone but one person in the class against me" she looked at him and she saw the same pensive expression when she was figuring out a lucky charm. "she lies with every breath and..." she started to cry.

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As soon as she started to cry he hugged her. everyone who knows him knows he is not the person to go to with feelings, that would be

Dick, but here he is.

"You don't have to go back you can go to Gotham Academy with Damian. You never have to see them again." he whispered, but she shook her head against him.

"I have to go back" she whispered barely audibly. A frown began to appear on his features. All he wanted was to keep her safe but she refused everytime.

"Then Damian is going with you" he began, but he really should have seen her facial reaction. She had stiffened in his embrace, he thought it was because she would now have an ally so he had continued his rambling. "Damian has the most reign on his emotional state. Jason's not the most stable emotionally so that's out. Tim is helping run WE, but maybe I could get him into the Paris branch so you both have someone else to lean on. Dick is busy with his daughter not to mention the station so no. Cass..."

"NO!!!" Mari yelled pushing out of his arms, and

he was shocked and hurt and it must have shown. "Sorry, but no" her tone was firm, much

firmer than he had ever heard before.

"Why?"

She huffed before seeming to come to a conclusion "The Bats aren't allowed in Paris" she spoke quietly and then everything went silent and his brain functioning stopped.

When he was finally able to speak again, but still not think straight asked "Can you repeat that I don't think I heard you correctly."

She seemed to speak slowly and delibertly" The Bats are not allowed in Paris."

the had heard correctly but "How did you find out?" now he was concerned if she figured it out could others, they had always been careful about their identities. Steering clear of the topic with her.

"It was a few things, one the manor is much too quiet at night, two the thin excuses and sudden disappearances were all too familiar, and three Tikki."

Too quiet at night fine, can't do anything about that. Thin excuses and sudden disappearances, okay we can work on that.

"What is a Tikki?" He looked at her as if to elaborate but she remained silent as it waiting for him, oh, oh, "familiar, you're Ladybug" he looked at her and she gave him a knowing smirk. If he were Jason he would have cursed. Well that explains things. "Mini let us help you please" he watched her she passed through so many emotions fear, hesitance, regret, and ended on worry.

"I don't want to need to fight you Dad, I don't want to need to fight any of you." she was on the verge of tears.

"let us protect you, Mini, let us help."

"But"

"You're a Bat whether you like it or not and Bats stick together"

"How are we going to put an end to Hawkmoth"

"Do those butterflies show up on camera"

"Not until they are about to corrupt someone"

"That's out, how about..." the two stratigiod until Alfred said lunch was soon ready. "You know you never told me what a Tikki was and that was your third reason." she giggled.

"Come out Tikki. Dad this is Tikki the Kwamii of creation. She is the reason I can transform into Ladybug."

"Hello there Tikki. So how is it you were able to figure out our family's secret" he gave the little creature a small smile.

Tikki giggled and said in a chirpy voice "It's easy when you can phase through solid objects and end up in a cave with extremely recognizeable suits in it."

"Wait if you were in the cave why didn't the cameras catch anything?"

At this Mari held up her phone with the camera pointed it at Tikki and nothing was on the screen.

"How?"

"Kwamii and technology don't exactly mix. That's why you guys could look at a photo of me next to Ladybug and never realize we are the same person. That is until now since you have been told."

"Let's head over for lunch before chaos breaks loose and the boys come looking for us"

"Okay, wait! How are we going to tell everyone?"

"I might have an idea" Tikki's eyes shone with mischief.

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Plagg may be the Kwamii of chaos but never, and I mean never get on the bad side of creation.

The plan was simple in the middle of the meal Tikki would phase out of Mari's pocket, under the table and then through it. Specifically next to Damian. Tikki was determined to get some sort of reaction from him.

She succeeded.

He was going to get his cap when she popped out. He jumped throwing his water all over him and falling backwards still on his chair.

No matter what happened Mari and Bruce were not supposed to react. Granted Mari recorded the whole thing. One thing she learned about the boys, have blackmail material it may end up saving you.

Damian, Dick, and Jason freaked out there was a lot, but I mean a lot of yelling.

Tikki had flown over and sat at the table between Marinette and Bruce where a plate of cookies were waiting for her.

Dick was the first to snap out of the trance of screaming, "Why is there a bug-mouse eating cookies on the table?" he still yelled and that was when Mari and Bruce looked up at them.

Damian was staring daggers at her reaching under the table, probably to get the katana hidden underneath, but he won't find it. Ah he figured out it was missing and is now, ohh he is pouting he really is a little kitten.

Tim, Dick, and Jason were staring yes, but they were staring at Mari and Bruce for an

explination.

"He is definately your brother little bug" she giggled still munching on a cookie.

"Really why is that Tikki?" Bruce had gone back to eating sparing a glance at Tikki.

"I called her a bug-mouse when I first met her too." Mari stated also going back to her meal.

Now all four boys were pouting. This continued until the meal was almost finished.

"sigh, I guess were going to have to tell them directly, non" Mari said over dramatically getting the boy's attention.

"That seems like the case" Bruce answered with a frown trying to cover the amusement in his voice. "In a family of the world's best detectives and they still can't figure it out with everything in front of them." Mari was begining to laugh.

"Perhaps it should have been in another location" Bruce responded.

"I still stand that transporting them to Paris would have been too much" Tikki replied to the conversation.

"The cave would have been overkill, but I still think their reactions would have been

just as funny" Mari countered. This got everyone's attention.

"Cave,what cave there's no cave" Jason surprisingly tried to do damage control.

"What do you mean by transporting to Paris"

Tim had asked looking between the three suspiciously. Then finally both Damian and Dick shared a look then looked at Mari and her and shouted "Ladybug!"

"Took you guys long enough" Mari smiled, Bruce was on the verge of laughter.

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They then explained further the situation in Paris and in the end the boys seemed ready to fight the class as well as Hawkmoth for their little sister.

Damian and Tim would be joining her in Paris. Tim at WE Paris and Damian at her school and hopefully her class as well but there is still a week before she has to see those harpies she calls classmates.

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fanfictiondreamscape · 5 years ago

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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)

Genre: fluff (possibly even more than the first though I make no promises)

Pairing: Daichi/Asahi/Nishinoya/Tanaka/Ennoshita x reader (separate)

Notes: Though there wasn/t much demand, I couldn’t help myself. Seriously. The lack of immediate continuity actually made me mad. Otherwise, I felt the need to continue the saga with the second and (rest of the) third years!

Anyway, here goes nothing!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Daichi Sawamura

ok, lemme get this out first

this man would be an amazing boyfriend

and this would be matched with his s/o

someone very responsible and calm, but they aren’t afraid to turn into a momentary crackhead and pull a few pranks

either way, the first kiss would for sure happen on a date

i can imagine that it would be in a movie theater

but not in the back or the very front

somewhere in the middle of the theater

now, you two had decided to go see a movie for the next date

(consider this one your third or fourth. i can’t imagine that he’d do this on the first or second date, y’know?)

you two had struggled on choosing a movie, but you did eventually decide

imagine whatever movie you like, but

i think the movie would be a really cheesy teen drama

something along the lines of ‘five feet apart’ or midnight sun’. definitely something with some big upstanding issue in their romance

either way, when the movie hits a romantic climax (like the first kiss or something)

he looks at you

the way the artificial light from the screen lights up your features makes him question if you’re a human being and not an angel or sparkling fictional being

the way that your eyes are lighting up with an odd mix of joy and sadness

everything fell perfectly

he wanted to kiss you right then and there, and though he had been wanting to kiss you since the end of your second date

sadly, he was doubting whether or not this was the right moment

what he didn’t know (or notice, rather) was that you knew he was looking at you

and you decided to take the initiative

so you turned his head to face you once you redirected your attention and he turned away blushing

you leaned up and kissed him

slow, sweet, passionate and a little shy

it only turned more delicate when he cupped your cheek in his big calloused hand

the feeling made you lean in a little more

once you two had to break away for air, you two stared into each others eyes

you decided to peck his lips once again

he chuckled a little, but nonetheless, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you laid your head on his shoulder

overall, the kiss?

gorgeous. perfect. ten out of ten.

it was very experienced, too, so there were no worries there.

the gentleness of the experience was something that the both of you envied from other couples

and you two achieved that

ahaHA. you thought that dadchi over here would be the first person to initiate the kiss?

think again! he would be too caught up in if his s/o wanted to kiss him, change my mind-

Asahi Azumane

this big teddy bear

he would most definitely go for someone gentle and kind

he is shy bby, so he might choose someone fairly social

but also aware and not overbearing

he just wants love-

as for the kiss, i find that the kiss would probably happen at school

just the one off chance that he got bothered by the gangster comments

sooo

it was getting to be between hours (class and lunch), and he was hiding in a closed off area of the school

he had texted you that he might be a little late to lunch

and the message scared you

this boy hides what he is feeling, so when he sends a text, that was code for ‘come find me in our spot i’m sad and need comfort.’

but like i’m crying just writing that like-

so with that knowledge, you let your friends know that you’re gonna be a little late to lunch

and once the final seconds of the period hit, you were out the door

you immediately ran to the quiet area

and hugged your gentle giant boyfriend

no words needed to be said, but he did lean into your touch

eventually, you knew that you needed to say something

this boy needs reassurance, and you have just that

you tap his shoulder and tilt your head to the floor

and the two of you sit next to each other

you have your hand over his that’s resting on the ground

and though the silence is comforting, you know words are what need to be used here

so you speak

“you know i love you, right?”

cue his nod

“you know that i don’t think you are anything even remotely close to dangerous, right?”

stillness, but a hesitant nod

“so if i were to tell you that what those people are saying isn’t true, would you believe me?”

he nods

silence looms yet again, and he scoots closer to you

you do the same, and grip his hand to which he responds

after a few minutes of calm quiet, you look up at asahi

he has his eyes locked on the old wall

and you can’t help yourself

you lift your hand and tilt his head so his eyes can meet yours

you start to lean up to kiss him with a comforting smile on his face

and as he visibly relaxes, you kiss him

it’s not too long, not too short

but it was exactly what he needed, and he didn’t know it

the kiss itself was very shy, though

as much as you would’ve liked to say that you were 100% confident in your kiss, you weren’t

but that’s okay with asahi and yourself

you two wouldn’t have traded a kiss so loving and soft for the world

you pull away with a slightly bigger smile, and asahi’s face is red

you’re blushing too, but when he flashes you a small smile, you turn even redder

eventually you two settle and go to lunch

so, overall, the kiss is very comforting and soft

it isn’t very long, but it doesn’t border on a peck, but you know that it didn’t cut your breath off too much

it wasn’t very confident, but due to the softness, it was very clean (again, for lack of a better word)

10/10, softest kiss with the softest boi

Nishinoya Yuu

let’s get one thing straight

this boy is whipped for you and everyone knows it

and it’s all due to your personality

so your appearance probably wouldn’t matter much to him

someone kind, chivalrous and very intelligent is who i think he’d go for

otherwise, the kiss would probably happen, yet again

AT A VOLLEYBALL GAME HOLY SHI-

seriously though, whether it was a practice game or not, doesn’t matter.

anyways

i imagine that karasuno is at training camp

(and we’ll just pretend that things worked out better for them in the games)

either way, they are in the second set

they’re riding a deuce, back and forth

tension is high, the players are starting to lose momentum.

the team managers (including you) overlooking the match are on the edges of their seats.

it isn’t until karasuno snags two back-to-back points that tensions drop and the crows start a small celebration

unlike yaku’s though, this is an immediate reaction from noya

he runs off the court and to the bench where he jumps at you and just

BIG romantic gesture, of course

YOUR FIRST KISS!

the kiss was very messy and excitable

just like your upbeat libero!

but it still held a lot of meaning for the both of you

while daichi is trying not to scream, the rest of the team is either watching in disgust, jealousy, or are ‘awwing’ at the situation

(let’s be honest, though - daichi would silently be cheering you and noya on, he just has to keep up the captain responsibilities,y’know?)

it was fast, full of (accidental) teeth, and a little messy, but it was very loving and passionate

and he didn’t want to let go

whenever you tried to pull away he’d giggle a little and pull you back in

it’d take daichi or coach ukai to pry him off you

and they’d be a little angry

but who can be completely angry when the second-year’s ‘it’ couple just had a romantic breakthrough?

anyway, it’d leave you flustered and just

reader.exe has stopped working

but you enjoyed it and noya couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day

general summary: unintentionally rough, but very passionate and very excited (if you know what I mean - nothing naughty)

more messy than the both of you thought, but it was perfect for the moment

ok, but like seriously-

he’d be an amazing boyfriend, change my mind-

Ryuunosuke Tanaka

let’s kickstart this with his s/o

very feminine, but also very brash

someone that knows what they’re worth but isn’t afraid to be a little (again) ‘feminine’

possibly another athlete

maybe a volleyball player...? *wink wink*

this is gonna sound horrible but

i can’t picture him OR noya having their first kiss unless it’s at a volleyball game

like, it’s not as if they go anywhere else, they just seem like the sports-kiss kinda people

ANYWAY

heres the twist

HE is watching YOU play this time

being the ace of your team, the pressure is on when your team is struggling to keep the points up in the third set

it’s a literal game of back and forth, and you’re about ready to lose your shit

but you need to remain calm or else the team morale will drop

you’ve been pushing, but after the rotation, things have been going worse than before

tanaka is watching all of this go down with the rest of the boys volleyball club

and while everyone (excluding tsukishima) is stressed, tanaka is BY FAR the one stressing the most

like-

his baby and their team are losing rapidly at this point

c’mON gET thE ROtAtiON sO MY BabY CaN GeT THe PoINt!

is what he’s thinking, though he knows that’s not going to work

(i mean, maybe it would. if he thinks that thought hard enough-)

either way, the other team calls a time out, and while they are elaborating on what to do

tanaka shouts from the stands

and that little (pfFT WHO ARE WE KIDDING-) action gave you the hope to continue the game

when the game starts back up, everyone is back on track and scoring point after point.

it’s starting to scare the living crap out of your opponents

but the boys watching the game are rooting even louder

as the game comes to an end, and your team is only one point away from the total win

you spike the ball, and the opposing players freeze

EASILY one of your most powerful spikes

and EASILY the action that leads to tanaka trying to prevent himself from running away right then and there

(though he was failing physically, daichi was holding him back by his jacket lol)

as your team lined up and left, that was when tanaka had the overwhelming urge to tackle you

(he didn’t, which you’ll see later, but you found the thought endearing after he told you)

your team is gone, the Karasuno boys team is getting ready to leave

(daichi is still holding tanaka back)

when some of the boys are gone and your team is starting to load themselves into their vehicles, you spot tanaka

you signal that you are gonna go to your teammate

“go for it! i can wait, y/n.”

when you walk over there, you thank daichi and hug tanaka

the hug triggers tears

(”you did so well i-”)

but like, seriously, imagine the inspiration and pure joy he feels - who wouldn’t be crying?

when you realize this you pull away

THIS moment is when he takes his chance

he cups your face when you two pull apart from the hug and just kisses you

passionate, messy, emotional

that and so much more

it is made up of things that can’t be put into words

when you pull away, you two are both super giggly

and hesitant to leave each other

so you spring the suggestion that he joins your team for the celebratory dinner

(he agrees)

anyway, the kiss is very much him

very brash, but very emotional, and very proud (in a good way)

10 out of 10, would recommend tanaka kisses

Chikara Ennoshita

now, this man does not get enough love

and i want to provide for you ennoshita fans

that being said, his girlfriend is most likely someone close to him

laid-back, intelligent, and carrying an amount of grounded energy

you two would probably even be in the same class

(this boy is smart, okay? i feel like he’d be drawn to his s/o’s intelligence)

that being said, the place where the kiss would happen?

ok, get this - study session

the one where he is tutoring noya and tanaka at tanaka’s house

but after that

think ‘hey, i’m hungry - you wanna get some food?’ ‘oh god, please-’

so...

over ramen after a study session

you two had just helped those two lovable knuckleheads with their studies

it was chaotic, it was draining, and you were barely thriving

though you did enjoy tutoring

and ennoshita found that slightly odd

but endearing

and it made him silently gush

‘holy- s/o is an angel. how did i get a literal angel.’

the two of you were making small talk, and discussing the upcoming exams

questions that revolved around arranging study dates and how you think you’d do

no doubt that the both of you were gonna do well, it just happened to come up

and allow the both of you to hype each other up just a little bit

just very calmly

either way, you two had discovered something that

you were hungry

your stomach growled on the walk to your house, and while you were slightly embarassed, ennoshita was gushing at your reaction

he had immediately decided to make a detour

“you can’t go home hungry, s/o. i’ll get you some ramen.”

you were blushing, but you were aware of the fact that your parents wouldn’t want to see you cooking something at 11 pm

you two ran to coach ukai’s shop and, while he was very wary since it was near closing, he shrugged it off

(you two didn’t know it, but he always found you two perfect for each other. he found your relationship adorable, and he left you two to your own business because of that)

you two grabbed some ramen, ennoshita paid (much to your mild chagrin), and you two waved goodbye and left for your house again

eventually, you two decided to settle on a bench after eating and walking became a chore

it was then that ennoshita was able to truly relax

and observe you

and see your adorable chipmunk cheeks as you were eating

and he just knew

he knew that this was the night that he was waiting for

when you were finished with your ramen and stood up to throw it away, he grabbed your wrist

very light, very feather-like, but it was firm in a metaphorical sense

you could tell he was waiting for something so you stopped

“what’s going on?”

he simply stood up and cupped your cheek

and he kissed you

it was soft, it was gentle

with it being under the starry night sky, too - oh my the both of you were in awe

easily an ironically romantic situation when you stop and consider that it was you dropping an empty cup of ramen on the concrete

you were reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck

and once you did, the cup fell and the two of you pulled away

you both peeked down at the ground before chuckling a little and pecking each other on the lips

to conclude: romantic, romantic, r o m a n t i c

this boy is so gentle, so sweet, and so loving and honestly-

the kiss was too

no other words for it except ‘slightly ridiculous’ and ‘beautiful’

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years ago

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Here’s a half formed thought about Calum going back to school at the same time as you during the crazy ass pandemic. Enjoy.

Reader insert. No race or gender.

********************

You were always going back to school. When you ran into Calum last year--though it really wasn’t you running into Calum; he was doing his grocery shopping and you checked him out--you knew being a clerk at the grocery store wasn’t the end all be all for you.

What you had noticed over the couple of months is that whenever Calum seemed to be doing his grocery shopping, he always came through your line. It didn’t matter if you were the only line opened or on the weekends one of the several lines open, Calum was there. He started with small talk, asking you how your day was going. And you asked about his. He shocked you the first time he used your name. But you forgot that it was on your name tag. “Well if you know my name it’s only fair I know yours,” you teased.

“Calum,” he returned easily, taking the brown paper bags after you carefully packed them.

Sometimes you noticed his dog in the cart and asked about them. You learned his name is Duke and that he’s been affectionately dubbed Baby Grandpa by Calum. And eventually, though you hadn’t really meant to, you noticed things he bought frequently and whenever you happened across his path while walking to or from back break, you’d let him know if there was a sale going on.

And thought it was only just friendly chat while you were on the clock, you were out pumping gas on your way to lunch with your friends when you heard your name. As you turned, there was Calum, walking out of the gas station, waving as he pushed his sunglasses back to cover his eyes.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you laughed, waving in return. What you hadn’t expected as Calum walked across the lot to the pumps is that he would chat until the question of a date fell off from his lips. And sure Calum was attractive, and sure the conversation over the weeks while you checked out his items had turned a little flirty but you hadn’t expected that Calum felt anything remotely serious about you to ask you on a date.

But you accepted. And there you were able to talk over a nice picnic that excluded Duke, but at your explicit disappointment at not seeing the old dog, Calum promised that next time, he would make sure to include Duke. That picnic lead to a movie, which lead to dinner, which lead to a date shopping for Duke because of the upcoming holidays, which lead to dinner at his place, and then hanging out with his friends for a quick drink one night, which lead to movie nights at each others place.

And somewhere in all of it, you were dating Calum. He called when you had the closing shift at work to make sure you got home safely. Or if you spent the night, he’d make you breakfast, and he soothed your back as you hunched in front of your laptop to paid for applications for grad school. And he listened to the way you talked about knowing you couldn’t stay in this spot forever and he encouraged you go back to school. You could feel out that school was something that Calum was considering but he hadn’t been too serious about it. Not the band, the tours, the in the studio’s late--just never felt like he had the time.

Occasionally, you talked about some of the online courses you saw the schools had. But Calum hadn’t fully budged. By the time you got news about you going back to school, with funding, and sorting that news out with your job, Calum asked you if you thought he should give a crack at school. You told him the truth, that if he wanted to go for it, he should. And soon, things crumbled globally with the pandemic. And locked in the house most of the time, you dropped subtle and not so subtle hints that making those online classes might be closer and closer to coming true.

Now you’re here, sitting at the dining room table, your printed out readings and books scattered in front of you. Calum’s on the couch. His notes on the coffee table. You’re in class, listening to the lecture headphones in and you look over to Calum, his class ended just as yours started. His fingers are working over the keys.

He’s only in a couple of classes. And though you’re in one more class than him, there’s the added struggle of the work you do too. It’s administrative, but there’s meetings once a week and you still find yourself being offloaded onto with lots of small annoying data tracking tasks. It’s paying for school, so you do it with minimal complaints, but a few nonetheless.

You’re so lost watching Calum working that you don’t even realize that the class you’re in is preparing for small breakout rooms until someone calls your name. You blink and turn back to the screen. “Sorry, zoned out. We’re discussing the reading, yeah?”

Your group nods and you manage to get back on track until the end of your class. Just as you’re closing down the Zoom app, at least for the half hour before your meeting for work, Calum calls out. “Class done?”

You nod, popping out the earbuds. “Yeah. Got that meeting for work soon though.”

He hums, glancing up from the screen. He seems tired. Most of your nights both of you are up kinda late. Though, you make sure to turn it in early and practically drag Calum to bed a couple hours later. He’ll get caught up, work way too late into the night and then have to be up early for band meetings too. “Want me to fix dinner tonight then?”

“It’s my night. I can still do it.”

“You sure. I know you’ve got to fix that spreadsheet too and do your readings for the week.”

You shake your head. “I can still cook. Might even start during our meeting.”

Calum laughs, remembering the other times you turned off your camera and shuffled around the kitchen to cook in meetings or in classes too. “Nonsense. Almost done with this paper, so I’ll cook. But as an exchange, if you don’t mind, could you read over this? It’s only a response to a reading and it’s not super long or anything. But this instructor’s a fucking hardass.”

You nod. You’ve read over his papers before. Most of the times it’s just making sure he has correct citations and you might make a note about needing a thesis statement or needing more of his analysis between his evidence. But it’s not much that you ever feel like you need to mention on his papers. You’ve found, most often, what Calum needs is just someone to listen to his ideas so he can sort them out loud and then all you do is take down the notes of what he said. Listening to him talk about this philosophy class and Literature class is awe inspiring. He always has more questions than answers, but it’s those questions that always lead him to some pretty amazing places in his writing.

“Is this the professor that got on you about the spacing on that first paper?”

Calum nods, pushing the laptop to the coffee table on top of his notes. “Yes! Even you couldn’t see what was wrong, so I still don’t understand what they got on me about. And I formatted the second outline in the exact same way and didn’t get any points taken off, so I really don’t understand.”

“Well, it could’ve been Google Docs. When you downloaded it into Pages, the formatting might’ve gotten wonky? But even the Pages document looked fine, so I really don’t know what happened there. But you’re doing it all in Pages now and then exporting to a PDF when you submit correct?”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that tip though. I didn’t realize Pages wouldn’t work in the submission center.” His shuffle into the kitchen is paired by the click of Duke’s paws on the floor. Calum presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Spaghetti?”

Holding onto his forearm draped around your chest, you nod. “Spaghetti sounds lovely.”

“I saw you staring at me while you were in class,” he whispers close to your ear.

“What? You’re hot. Sue me.”

His chuckle is soft, a rumble in his chest that you feel through your back. “Most definitely can’t sue you over that. But don’t make me go in the office. I need you to pass these classes.”

“I appreciate the concern, dear. But I think I’m doing pretty good. Besides, I’m signed up for a random art history class. I can say you’re a piece of art I needed to analyze.”

The laughter’s not soft now, he full on giggles--a bit of it getting cut off as he inhales into the sound. “You’re ridiculous.” His lips are soft against your temple as he stands back up. “So spaghetti. Garlic bread is a must. Salad?”

“Ugh, I guess I do need veggies.”

“Yes, yes you do.” He continues into the kitchen, the clinking of pots hitting the isle’s of the stove and bowls, boxes, and jars setting onto the counter.

“How’s the other class going? You guys starting your novels yet?”

“19th Century Lit is well, 19th Century Lit.” Calum seemed intrigued by the Evil Children’s class you told him you saw. But it had filled by the time Calum got his work schedule sorted out. He turned to 19th Century Lit as his backup, and so far, it appeared to be going well. “We’re spending the first part on poetry. And that’s the most interesting. The rest of the books sound a little boring.”

You hum, nodding even though he can’t see you. “Hopefully the class picks up. I took a look at the spring classes. If you want to focus more on poetry there’s a Modern Poetry post 1930′s class.”

The glance is quick, but his brows are pulled upwards, in a slight intrigue. “I’d consider it for sure.”

The alarm on your phone goes off, letting you know you have ten minutes until the meeting. You turn back to your computer and start logging into the meeting. “You haven’t had an assignment for that class yet have you?”

“No. The midterm’s coming up soon though and I don’t even know how to begin to study for it.”

You pop one earbud in making sure your mic is muted. “You know I got you, babe.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got your classes too. I-I might stop by the professors office hours and ask for help.”

“That’s always a good idea. Do you know when they are?”

“Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s.” You know he doubled checked them because he probably wouldn’t have that readily available from the first day of classes. “Gonna go tomorrow.”

Popping up from the chair, you press a kiss to his cheek, as the pan sizzles just a little and the pot of water not showing signs of bubbles just yet. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Calum returns, pulling you fully into his chest for a swift kiss. “Now, go! You’ve got a meeting.”

“Meeting schmeeting. Would rather kiss you.” You kiss him one last time before ducking back into the chair and turning the camera on. You notice just faintly in the background Calum’s visible as he shuffles between pans and pots. Duke walks up to you, standing up to get attention.

“Oh, you know I can’t say no,” you mutter, setting him in your lap.

“Is that Duke?” your supervisor asks. He’s crashed a couple meetings before.

You unmute and hold him better for everyone to see. “Yeah. His pops is cooking us dinner and that lack of attention just won’t do.”

“Hey, you say that like I don’t love him,” Calum retorts, threatening the back of your head with a spatula. You giggle before muting yourself and place Duke back into your lap, digging up the word document you’ve started for all the meeting notes.

Your supervisor laughs. “Well I think he’s getting plenty of attention in the chat.” There are some more dings as people join the meeting. “Looks like we have everyone, so let’s begin.”

tagging @calumscalm because you might still be taking that exam, love.

and @5-secondsofcolor bc sunday reads bubs.

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goth-girlfriend · 4 years ago

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hi! can i ask for a matchup with a male character pls? i’m a soft 🥺🥺 girl and the baby in my friend groups, kinda shy at first & may look like a snob because i’m not sure if they’re saying hi to me or the person behind me 👉👈 but i open up really quickly if u decide u want to be friends, i’m chill and relaxed but i’m also down to do anything, i usually match my vibe with the people i’m with, quiet night in? i’m down! wanna impulsively do something at 3 am? i’m in! i’m naturally clingy and

(2/2) affectionate since my love languages are physical touch and quality time, which can lead to many people mistaking my platonic actions (hugs, handholding, head on your shoulder) as flirting when i’m just expressing my love for my friends 🥺🥺, i’m a procrastinator but i also plan my day in an organized manner so idk how i’m still cramming my deadlines, i love doing yoga, reading, painting and calligraphy, i’m a horrible cook oops but it somehow ends up good and edible in the end :))

(( I used the name Patricia, since it’s your username 😅))

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Shoji

(Sorry,I couldn’t find a great picture, but much love ❤️ for our good octo-boi)

Shoji, does not see you as a snob or anything....mostly because he didn’t look down the first time he ‘met’ you, didn’t even see you in fact.

The second time he meets you, he realizes he likes the soft shy nature. So he tries to strike up a conversation, apparently this man knows no fear, at least when it comes to talk to new people.

Mezo, loves how you can match his mode at almost any given instant, but, he loves it even more when you tell him, what you really want.

Not everyone agrees but, I feel like this boy is lacking in the physical affection area due to insecurities.... SO! It’s the moment you start to snuggle into his side under his arms, hugging his arm/s (True lovers will take the challenge to hug all three), hugging his waist and pressing your cheek into his chest. He will hold you in the tightest embrace and make sure no one will ever hurt the thing he holds closest to him.

Ever felt self conscious? He will crush those insecurities the way he crushes weight lifting. No body makes his girl cry, and if they do, he’s not going to hurt them...bad.

So how did you go from friends to dating? Well, it was the moment your platonic actions made him realize. “......This, it’s nice being the one who’s held, and not holding someone else.” Struck a heart string for him.

Alone it wasn’t just the soft and intimate touches, it was the small things, when you sat by his side, dropped your head against his shoulder, took a hand between both of yours and talked about your day, all the good, bad, lunch, anything, he loved your voice and hearing you be open. He loved how you complained sometimes that you did everything by the schedule, but still, somehow somewhere time slipped away form you. But he realized he loved it more when you cared enough to ask him about his day, and his feelings.

Admires the works of art you create, loves watching you sketch and paint creating something beautiful out of nothing. Cooking? He worries a bit when he sees you struggling, and wants to help, but doesn’t want you to feel insecure. So he sits back and encumourgaes you with words, praying to whoever is listening that it’ll be good. When things get a bit serious, he’ll try to slyly help you, and you’ll accept it because what’s more romantic then cooking with your boyfriend?

Shoji, loves you deeply, seeks out your soft touches and hushed whispers, will gladly hold you on his chest while he lays back on his bed, even though he knows he should approve of your procrastination.

“Hey! Shoji!” Patricia whispered screamed while knocking his door.

The sound of shuffling was heard and soon she came face to chest with the white haired male that had come to be her friend.

“I need help,” she entered his room as he stepped aside letting her in, “Momo wants me to study more but I can’t! I’m tired.” She plopped down on a cushion she had left in his room the other night when she brought tea.

He simply nodded and closed the door, “I won’t hide you for long, just a break.”

It was a lie, the afternoon turned late, followed by early night, and here they were talking in whispers about something that happened in Patricia’s past.

“It was embarrassing! I literally blew snot on my crush, he didn’t even talk to me or look at me! Luckily my crush didn’t last more than two weeks so I got over it quick.”

Patricia turned onto her left side to face Shoji, he was laying on his back, head turned to look at her. His left arms supporting his head and tight arms stretch out. Patricia lowered her head to rest on his shoulder and sighed, content and smiled. “Shoji, you probably know this already but you are the best.”

Her left arm stayed tucked by her side as her right arm hugged his broad chest, his free arms coming to hold her waist and shoulders pulling her closer.

“You’re the only one to tell me.” He said still looking down at her.

“Well, I’ll just have to say it more then.” She tried to squeeze him failing due to his hardened muscular structure.

“Maybe I should work out.” She mumbled looking down at her tummy, it wasn’t a models body, but to Shoji? It belonged to the most beautiful lady he’s met so far in his life, (mom excluded for survival reasons.)

“I think you’re beautiful,” the mouth moved before he realized what he was going to say out loud.

Patricia felt the heat in her cheeks, sure she’d been complimented before but this felt, different, she closed her eyes and smiled, “Thank you Shoji, I think you’re quite handsome.”

He quickly turned his face the other way glad his mask covered majority of his face.

You laid there, wiggling your way closer to his side taking his warmth, but truth be told, without you, he’d feel just as cold as he did before. Maybe now would be the time to tell you, how madly I love he thinks he is in with you. To tell you how he loves watching you mumble into his chest when you sleep on him when he’s at your dorm watching a movie up at three in the morning when you have early classes the next day. The way he ties your hair back when your painting your best or writing your finest print. The way your brows furrow as you mix ingredients, and then how your eyes widen and you blush’s heepishky realizing you may have messed up. How even when your booked all day, you procrastinate and use that time to busy up his free time.

“Let’s get you to your dorm before you fall asleep.” Was all he said as he lifted you and himself.

Carrying anyone bridal style was a simple task, the man could carry the hero endeavor on one side and all might on the other, people often forget with one side he can life a thousand pounds easy. But, you always felt a bit self conscious, but when would your weight ever compare to 1000 pounds? Even if you did, he’d do everything he could to make sure you love yourself.

Making it to your room, he took your kept and opened the door. Once inside he was hit with the wave of a familiar scent. It was the smell of faint sweets and mint. It wasn’t strong, just noticeable. He walked in you yawned in his arms. You gave his neck a tight hug and thanked him for what did. He simply nodded, not liking the reaction you grabbed his neck and pulled him down into you.

He quickly readjusted so his weight wouldn’t crush you, here he was, laying on his back having forced you into his chest, he held you safe with all his arms, you yawned resting your head on his cheek. “Don’t go Mezo.”

He sighed and squeezed you, “I shouldn’t spend the night.”

“Please?” You yawned again.

He tried to fight but he couldn’t, “once.”

Fell asleep on his chest, but woke up in panic when he turned to his side, you almost fell of the bed, but he caught you. He pulled you into his chest now chest to chest on your sides you held him, your eyes held lidded as you wanted to stay awake but sleep was much better.

“I should tell you something.” His voice was low and smooth.

“Mhmm,” you hummed enjoying his voice.

“I think, I’ve grown emotionally attracted to you.”

You didn’t process it to easy, emotionally attached? Oooo big words, big guy makes sense. The problem with being half weak, was that you didn’t process it. But your lips moved on their own as you pushed you self up to get level with him, kissing his cheek you nuzzled his clothed cheek, “Shoji I have confession.”

“I think I love you.” Patricia mumbled and continued to try and get closer to the boy.

He let out a single laughed and squeezed her closer, “Well talk when your awake.”

“Mkay, Good night Shoji, love you.” You yawned, and let your eyes close still catching his faint whispered into the darkness as his chin rested on your head, “Good night, I..... love you.”

Your heart warmed up at his soft whispered and you smield feeling yourself finally sleep, so soft, so sweet.

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I hope you like it 🖤

Thank you for the request and being patient with me lol.

My ask box is open, and Anon is on. Remember to stay hydrated, and stay caught up with work!

Love to everyone 💛 Stay safe!

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myheroacademiashorts · 5 years ago

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Angel ~

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: You’re only the classmate - and the complete opposite - of Bakugou Katsuki, the infamous hothead. Yet you can’t stop yourself from falling for him. All it takes is one lucky movie night to either make it or break it for you and the explosive boy.

Rating: Fluff!! (Full of Softie Bakugou, uwu)

Words: 3043

You’d be lying to yourself if you said that Bakugou Katsuki didn’t make you nervous.

It could’ve been for a number of reasons; the constant way he raised his voice in class, the glares he shot to the ‘extras’ around him, the threats he tossed around like candy to children on Halloween. Or maybe it was the way he’d lose himself in his thoughts while studying, attention on the notebook in front of him as you’d gaze at his handsome side profile, the way his mouth would wordlessly repeat class notes as he read, or how he sometimes ran one hand on the back of his neck, or when he’d snap his crimson eyes to you as you stared at him. Just as he did at that moment.

With a wild blush gracing your cheeks, you immediately dropped your attention from him, instead acting as if you had been focused on Present Mic’s “interesting” lesson as he drowned on and on. You could still feel his eyes on you. They pierced you like a knife, goosebumps beginning to make their way up your arm.

“Hey, you okay?” You directed your thoughts away from the blonde-haired boy and instead looked to your left, where Ochaco sat. A sweet smile graced your friend’s lips, but there was worry in her expression as she looked at you. She leaned forward. “Bakugou is staring at you, you know.”

Your cheeks flushed even more, if that were possible. You ducked your head down. “I know, I know.” You sighed. Ochaco snickered.

“You should turn and wave at him! Maybe it’ll give him a shock.” She bumped your shoulder as she spoke, and earned the attention of your other friend Mina. She hummed loudly as she glanced between you and Ochaco, before moving her attention to Bakugou. He was still staring at you, you could feel that; but it wasn’t a glare as you were thinking. Instead, he was gazing at you curiously, brows furrowed as if trying to understand you from across the room. Mina laughed loudly.

“Hey, Bakubro, why are you staring at (Y/N)?” Her voice was booming within the loud classroom, silencing even Mic as he paused to watch his students. Bakugou immediately glared at Mina, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “S-SHUT UP YOU DAMN EXTRA!” He hissed, balling his hands into fists. Mina only laughed once more, and before he could retort another insult, the bell rang loudly above their heads, signaling lunch. At that sound, Bakugou was practically running out of the room with incoherent words trailing after him, no doubt full of insults and swears.

“Minaaa!” You whined, earning another giggle from your extroverted friend. You were never the vocal type in class. Actually, you weren’t very vocal in general unless you needed to be. Out of everyone within the class, you were probably the most introverted, happy to be inside with a good book instead of out and about. Yet despite your quiet nature, you were sweet to everyone, earning you the nickname “Angel” from your group of friends. Not to mention the snowy wings that were attached to your back.

You gather your belongings and follow your friends out to the cafeteria, quietly listening to Midoriya and Ochaco rant about the upcoming quiz next week as Iida jumped in to mention his opinion every few moments. After grabbing your cafeteria food, you and the group take your seats, with Tsu and Tokoyami following close behind.

“Hey, did you hear that there’s going to be a storm tonight?” Tsu jumped in to a new conversation. “You know what goes great with rain? A-”

“Movie night?” You and Midoriya answered at the same time.

“It is Friday, so it’s not like we’d have to wake up early for our classes.” Iida mused.

“So?? Let’s do it!” Ochaco pumped a fist in the air, grinning at the idea.

“Did I hear movie night?” Kirishima plopped down in the available seat next to you, nonchalantly laying his arm over your shoulders as he spoke. Despite your different personalities, you two got along very well, enough for him to act such away without you getting flustered. Instead, you laughed. “You’re coming, right?” You asked, and Kirishima nodded excitedly.

“Let’s invite the whole class! It’ll be fun!” Kaminari and Mina had been behind Kirishima, with the infamous Bakugou trailing with his usual grumpy expression. Seeing his familiar figure, you immediately blushed, but offered him a polite smile in greeting anyways. He huffed. His eyes trailed from you to the arm wrapped over your shoulders, and his gaze darkened considerably. Incoherent grumbling ensued once more as he sat beside his red-haired friend, knocking him enough to drop the arm hung over you. Kirishima ignored it. “You gonna come with, Bakubro?” He wiggled his eyebrows and nudged the grump beside him, a sharp smile gracing his features.

“Fuck no! I’ve got better things to do than hanging around with you extras.” His attention darted to you for only a moment after uttering the last part, yet you didn’t notice as you talked to Ochaco about possible movie options.

“Ooo, how about a horror film! Those go great with dark and stormy nights, huh?”

You made a face at the option. “I don’t know… I’m not very good with that kind of stuff.”

“Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you.” Kaminari cooed, wrapping his arms around your head and bringing to his chest, as if comforting a child. You laughed at his playfulness and batted him away. Unknowingly causing Bakugou, two seats away, to grace his features with a scowl of annoyance. “Get off of her, Pikachu.”

Kaminari grinned. “Aw, don’t tell me your jealous, Bakubro?” He teased, reaching forward to squeeze your cheeks affectionately, as a big brother would do to his little sister. A deep-throated growl rose from his throat, and he abruptly stood up from his seat. “HELL NO, IDIOT. FUCK OFF.” He stormed out of the cafeteria with steam rising up from his hands, the group laughing at his explosive attitude as he stalked off. You joined in for a bit, yet watched his back disappear past the doors with a worried expression. No one noticed.

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The evening came quickly, and you soon find yourself snuggled up on the couch between Kaminari and Kirishima, one large blanket covering the three of you as you sat on the floor. Ochaco had won the discussion, and was currently popping in the DVD copy of Annabelle: Creation before bounding to Midoriya’s side, snuggling up next to him with a gleam in her eyes. Midoriya was a blushing mess, trying to act cool as she leaned towards him, a similar blanket wrapped over their shoulders and excluding them from everyone else. You knew Ochaco had a crush on the green-haired boy; it was painfully obvious, and although she would never admit it for the life of her, it was easy to tell based on the pink tint that graced her cheeks and the shy laugh that she only gave to him.

“Hey, this movie isn’t too scary, right?” You muttered to Kirishima beside you. He grinned deviously, and dread ran down your spine. You snapped your head to Kaminari, who gave you the same reaction. You shuddered. “If I have nightmares from this, Ochaco, I’m blaming you.” You spoke with faux anger, earning a laugh from the group around you. Mostly everyone from 1-A was there, besides Bakugou and Koda, who wanted to “study” instead. But everyone knew the guy had a fear for horror movies, worse out of everyone there.

Before Iida could dim the lights and settle into a place to watch the movie, the door banged open, and you immediately yelped out of fear and cowered your face under the blanket. However, there was no dark-haired demoness in the doorway, but instead an angry blonde that everyone knew all too well.

“I thought you weren’t coming, bro!” Kirishima noted, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looked at his friend. You peeked your head out and craning your neck, watching as the explosive boy silently ignored his friend and stood in front of you. His usual scowl was glued to his face, yet it seemed softer than normal. Or maybe it was just the lighting. Yeah, probably that.

“Move over.” He directed to Kaminari, whose eyes widened.

“Dude, there’s other se-”

“I said MOVE OVER, DUNCE FACE.”

With a shrug, Kaminari scooted to the side to reveal a new space beside you, where Bakugou slouched down, his back resting against the couch. Kaminari stood and rushed for a new blanket, Bakugou stealing his. His muscular shoulder was an inch away from your own, maybe less; and it was bare, with Bakugou wearing a black tank top and basketball shorts, and you in an old t-shirt and spandex. Nervously you brought your knees up to your chest as Iida finally dimmed the lights, the movie beginning to play.

It was full of terror just as you had expected. You jumped at every unexpected noise, your gasps earning a few chuckles from those around you as you clung onto the stuffed bear in your arms. It wasn’t until the creepy doll rushes the young girl in the barn that you release a blood-curdling scream, completely forgetting about the animal in your arms and immediately latching yourself on the unfortunate soul beside you. Bakugou jumped in surprise, not from the scene but from the winged girl beside him, whose face had averted from the screen and instead buried itself into his arm. He would never admit it aloud, but he relished in your warmth, even leaned into it a bit as he looked away. Luckily, you didn’t have claws for nails as you dug your hand into his bicep, not caring who you were holding onto as you waited for the young actress’ screams to cease, signaling that it was safe for you to raise your head once more.

Immediately your attention when to him, and he snapped his gaze down to meet your (E/C) eyes. He wasn’t scowling as you thought he would, but instead was looking at you with a mix of curiosity and a softness you couldn’t quite place. Either way, it took your breath away. For a moment, the two of you simply looked at each other, and it wasn’t until the hard-headed boy smiled at you, a real Genuine Bakugou Katsuki®️ smile, that you felt as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest. It was as if the movie and your friends didn’t exist at that point, as you found yourself lost in crimson eyes. It wasn’t until another wail rang out from the TV that you snapped back to reality, dropping your attention from the boy and to your lap. You dropped your hands from him as well, much to your own disappointment as you instead tried to refocus on the movie. You could still feel his gaze on you though, and as much as you would’ve liked to peek up at him, you held yourself back.

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By the time the movie had ended, you were scared shitless of dolls. Even though Bakugou had stayed at the back of your mind, the thought of him alone wasn’t enough to help you forget the movie you had just been forced to watch. As soon as the credits rolled, Bakugou had jumped up from his place beside you and went up to his room, not sparing a glance to anyone before disappearing. You saddened a bit at this, but tried not to show it; what had you expected? That he was going to profess his undying love for you that night? Silly.

After waving goodbye and goodnight to your friends, you trudged up the stairs to your room. Everyone else had wanted to continue hanging out, but you were noticeably tired from the whole ordeal. At that point, all you wanted to do was snuggle up in your bed and have a good sleep. Maybe with the light on, just in case any possessed toys decided to try swinging by tonight.

You entered your room quickly, shutting the door and not bothering to lock it behind you as you dropped down onto your (F/C) sheets, an arm over your eyes as your mind whirled at a hundred miles per minute. All you could think about was that expression on Bakugou’s face, how you felt staring into his eyes. And that smile. You never thought that you’d see him, out of anyone, hold such a soft expression as that. Replaying the memory made you bite your lip, and you raised both hands to cover your heated cheeks.

Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, earning a screech from you as you sat up and instinctively grabbed the closest thing to you, throwing it at the intruder. The person grunted, catching the stuffed animal before it hit the ground. “Jeez, Angel, calm the fuck down.” A familiar, gruff voice came from the doorway, and you peeked behind your fingers to see the spikey hair of Bakugou. He had a frown on his face as he studied the thing in his hands before moving his eyes to you. =

“S-sorry.” You whispered, relaxing your tense position as you realized that you’d be safe. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk stretching his lips as he raked his gaze over you. But just as quickly as the smile appeared, it was gone. He ran one hand through his hair as he softly shut the door behind him, entering your room. Your eyes were wide, not with fear but with wonder; have you ever seen the hot-head so nervous before?

“Listen, I gotta tell you something, but…” He hesitated, then continued. “I’m not good with this shit, okay? But I’ve gotta get it off my chest before I fucking blow.” He paced your room for a moment, and you patiently waited for him to get ahold of himself.

“A-are you… okay?” Your soft voice made him perk up, and he stared at you. He sighed in frustration before stepping closer to you. Anxiously you swung your legs over the edge of your bed, hands folded in your lap.

“Fuck, it’s just… Look, the thing is…” He fumbled with his words, cheeks turning redder with each passing second. Another huff of annoyance, and his expression melted into anger - at himself, not at you. His hands balled into familiar fists.

“Look, if it’s about what happened earlier then-”

“IFUCKINGLIKEYOUOKAY.”

The words came out in a rush, and your thoughts came to a stuttering halt as you stood from the bed. At this point, both of your cheeks were flushed. He stared at you a second more before dropping his attention, and his hand found itself back to his hair. “FUCK, I didn’t want to say it like that.” He muttered, pacing the room once more. “DAMMIT” He kicked at the wall, not hard enough to do any damage but enough to make you wince at the sound. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you should approach the situation; you knew you liked Bakugou, but you never really imagined that he’d feel the same; maybe in your dreams, but never actually like you. You were both so different, with you being shy and quiet and him being… loud, to put it simply. Yet your heart swelled at his words, even if it wasn’t the way he wanted to say it. He liked you, the same was you liked him. It felt like a dream.

Your silence didn’t do much to quench Bakugou’s frustration, and he slouched his shoulders in defeat. “Fuck, never mind. Forget I said anything.” He muttered as he turned to the door. For a moment, all that you felt was pure panic, staring at his retreating back. Your hand reached about before you could think about your actions, yanking on the bottom of his tank top roughly. “W-wait! You can’t just leave after that!”

He turned to you slowly with stiff shoulders. “Well, what else am I supposed to do? Sit in the room with the chick who fucking rejected me?”

“Who said I rejected you?”

You felt braver than normal, and you assumed the only one you had to blame for your courage was the fiery boy in front of you. A familiar smirk came to Bakugou’s lips as he stepped forward, tilting his head to the side. All of a sudden, it seemed as if your confidence was starting to drain. “Oh? So what are you trying to tell me, Angel?” His words were soft and slow, setting your face aflame once more as you looked at the ground and took a deep breath.

“I-I’m saying I feel the same way, baka. I like you too.”

The words barely escaped your lips before Bakugou had grabbed you, swinging you around and pressing you against the cool wood of your bedroom door. His arms sat on both sides beside your head, trapping you as he stared into your vibrant (E/C) gaze. He was unwavering, not even hesitating for a moment as he pressed his forehead against your own and closed his eyes. “Say it again.��

“I like you.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“One more time.”

You cracked a grin, one that would light up an entire room, and his eyes sprang open as if he sensed your happy expression. “How many times do I have to say it before you understand?” You giggled, relaxing slightly as Bakugou released a breathy chuckle with you.

Finally, he pressed a short kiss to your waiting lips. It was sweet and soft, unlike how he usually seemed. And warm, to the point where you wanted to melt against him. It lasted only for a fleeting moment, and he drew back as if to gauge your reaction. His face was vulnerable, brows pulled together as his crimson eyes scanned over your face.

“So…” You managed breathlessly, cracking a relaxed smile. “Are we dating now?”

He growled slightly, ghosting his lips over yours once more. A smile was beginning to stretch itself across his lips once more; this one was a cocky grin of his, one that he wore whenever he felt victorious.

“What do you think, Angel?”

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cass-y0inks · 5 years ago

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“I-is Tha-that You Firecracker?” (Part 2)

Well this is the second part of version 1, I don’t know when I’ll post/finish the second version. Also this version is a daminette one, and it includes salt so if you don’t enjoy that then please see yourself out.

Damian groned as he put his phone away, he swore his brothers were becoming irritating by the second. He took a few deep breaths and reminded himself that when he entered school grounds he was entering a new territory full of idiotic barbarians. He had read about his classmates and some of the staff members. From his research he came to the conclusion that they were all... well if he could find a word for the most greedy, stupid, and incompetent people he had ever had the displeasure to meet, he would say it.

The day before he had met the principal to and if he had to be honest, which was more often than not, his opinion on him was not the best. The man made it clear that he didn’t care that he might need guidance, he only took interest when he saw his last name on the file. Wayne. Not many people knew about him since he didn’t really go into the spotlight but when this man found out, he was acting like he just won the lottery. Damian had no doubt that he was trying to get an in with his father, like everyone.

But then again, he had low opinion on everyone he had read about. Except for one, Marinette dupain cheng. The only thing that really stood out to him was her intelligence. Apparently she had skipped two grades, so that made her the youngest out of the whole class. Other than that, he didn’t really have an opinion on her except for her ‘behavior problems’. Yet he thought they were all stupid accusations, there was no proof of anything. And honestly he couldn’t bring himself to see such a small fragile girl could do anything with violet intentions. She didn’t look strong enough to cause such injuries to what this ‘Lila Rossi’ claimed she did. But of course looks could be deceiving.

Damian shook those thoughts out of his head when he heard whispering coming from all sides. His right, his left, in front and in back of him, even above. He looked around and much to his displeasure, he saw that the majority of the students where looking straight at him, most of them being girls. When he would briefly make eye-contact with some of them they would send him what they thought was a flattering, it took him more will power than the would think to stop himself from gagging.

He made his way to his home room thankfully without breaking someone’s nose. This school was testing his patience. When he entered the class all eyes were on him, excluding the small girl in the back who appeared to be drawing from his perspective. He turned to face the teacher, she was giving him one of the most brightest smiles he had ever seen. Aside from Jon of course.

“Oh there you are, students this is our new classmate.” The teacher, miss Bustier from what he could see on her desk, gave him a small nod signifying to introduce himself. He turned to face the class and shot them a cold stare which they didn’t really understand as most would quickly turn away in fear, but not them. They just sat there smiling at him. He mentally groaned in annoyance.

“Damian.”

He guessed that the miss Bustier was waiting for him to say something els as she was just staring at him. He took it upon himself to make his way up to in empty seat. Everyone looked excited until he made his way to the back where Marinette was. Especially the tan girl with olive green eyes in the front. The girl next to him took notice of that he wanted to sit there, much to her surprise, but gave him a small quick nod. He took note of how afraid she seemed to be. Pathetic.

Once he took a seat next to her, glares were sent to the girl next to him.

“Oh and I almost forgot to mention” the teacher oblivious voice cut him out of his thoughts. Had she really not noticed the tension between the class? Idiot. “Marinette” the girl at his side lifted her head slightly to meet the adults eyes. “You will be showing Damian around the school for today, and help him get secure throughout this week”. Marinette sent her a small nod to indicate that she understood.

He heard a gasp coming from the very front. The Lila girl stood up from her seat with her hand over her mouth. “Miss Bustier you can’t possibly let him go with her! She’ll cause him so much trouble” She took a pause and made it seem as if she had come up with a better idea. “I know!” she piped up, “I’ll show him the school. That way he’ll know hot to get around better and to not confuse him!” Everyone seemed to light up at that idea, the teacher included before frowning.

“Lila I’m sorry but the only one in the class with a high enough grade to skip class is Marinette. And with how much you’ve missed I suggest you stay put.” The teacher sent her an apologetic smile. “Now that that’s all cleared up, Damian your tour will begin around lunch time. Marinette will show you around the campus and your classes. If she gives you any trouble please report it immediately to the headmaster.” Damian didn’t really understand the last part but he didn’t think much of it either.

“Yes miss”

This was going to be a very long and tiring mission.

Well I hope you all enjoy this part. I gotta get to sleep. Hopefully I can get the third part out next week. Goodbye!!

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rickysbliss · 5 years ago

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𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ★ 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗻

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you’re new at east high, and meet ricky, but he falls in love with the wrong person

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fluff, a bit of swearing

𝗮/𝗻: this is my first time doing one of these, so feedback, suggestions, and requests would be very much appreciated! :)

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as you entered the doors at east high, your ears buzzed as you let out the biggest smile. you had been a fan of high school musical for years, and this had been your dream high school ever since you found out you lived near it. as you walked through the hallways that would soon become familiar, with binders and essential equipment for your classes, you didn’t look ahead, and felt a huge bump between you and someone else. all at once, your equipment fell all onto the floor and you noticed eyes turning to you as you bent to the ground and picked up your items. one eye in particular came over to help.

“need a little help?” he asked.

“i could really use it right now, thank you so much,” you gratefully replied as you both picked up your equipment off the floor.

“uhh, hey, what’s your class for first period?” he asked.

“math, why?” you replied, curious, thinking he was a creep who would follow you around all the time.

“i have math at first period, too!” he exclaimed, “can i help you take your stuff to class?” at these words, he finally looked up, and you followed. you hadn’t even thought to look at his face, and it was so perfect in your mind. you thought HE was perfect, and you already had the hugest crush on him. then, you realized you had been staring at him for too long.

“uhh, yeah! yeah, sure,” you responded, clicking out of what had been ten seconds of staring at him as you both got up off the floor, the boy taking half of the equipment and you taking the other half.

“i’ve never seen you around here before,” he confessed as he walked down the hallways with you, “are you new?”

“yeah,” you replied, still breath-taken by this boy, “just transferred, this is my first day.”

“i remember my first day,” the boy tried to sound relatable, “it was... alright-“

“i never got your name!” you exclaimed, speaking very nimbly, interjecting and cutting right to the chase.

“huh?” he responded, puzzled.

“i never got your name,” you clearly muttered.

“oh,” he responded awkwardly, “well, i’m ricky. ricky bowen.”

𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮!

“i’m [your name]. [your first and last name],” you quietly replied as you stopped and shook his hand, balancing the two binders in your other hand, and ricky balancing your other equipment in his opposite hand.

“nice name!” he exclaimed, looking at you and blushing. you did the same, as he followed, “should we be friends or something? it’s your first day here, and i feel as though you could use some... companion.” you both shared a laugh.

“yeah, sure!” you exclaimed as you shook hands once more, balancing the equipment as you both shared another laugh. before you two knew it, you were at the doors of your morning class.

“hey, babe!” you looked over to your right as a girl walked up to ricky and leaned him in for a kiss. it was long and passionate, and you felt anger roll down your body.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

“we should probably go in class now!” you exclaimed as i broke up the kiss between the two of them.

“yeah, let’s go,” ricky agreed as the three walked into class, you leading.

you heard his supposed girlfriend mutter,

“who is she?”

“she’s someone that just transferred here,” ricky simply replied, “just, please be nice, nini. i bet she’s not trying to break us up,” he looked at you with a smile and you smiled at him back.

after this moment, the class had started, and you had your seat assigned, which happened to be diagonally across from ricky. when you sat down at that spot, you blushed, focusing on his dazzling hair from the back. you also got your textbooks for the subject and then, the class had 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 started.

this went on for at least two more periods, getting your seat assigned and your textbooks, but you realized that his girlfriend was in both classes after math. you felt anger, because ricky hadn’t told you that he was dating someone beforehand. “i mean, why would he?” you muttered under your breath, realizing that people don’t tell you about their love lives the second you meet them. you also felt worry that ricky’s girlfriend would do something bad to you, like get in a fight with you over ricky. but you ignored her, hoping that it wouldn’t happen, and quickly got it off your mind. after the third class, ricky and his girlfriend walked up to you, both of them holding hands.

“hey, y/n!” he called to you, “you wanna sit with us for lunch?” by us, preferring to ricky and his girlfriend.

“yeah, sure,” you muttered, “i-i’d love that!”

ricky blushed.

“also, i haven’t properly introduced you to my girlfriend yet,” ricky pronounced, “this is nini.”

you and nini waved at each other with a disgusted look on both of your faces.

“...try not to start a rivalry,” ricky muttered as he led you to the cafeteria with ricky holding nini’s hand again. you knew you had a crush on ricky, but you had to stop being angry at ricky and nini for dating, and not everything is handed to you. so you finally brushed it off.

you hadn’t taken time to notice the cafeteria, as you looked down at it in awe that you would actually be sitting there, the iconic area where status quo had been previously performed; soon you found yourself walking down the stairs where sharpay had angrily stepped on, and you realized, you were so happy to be here.

“this is the cafeteria,” ricky noted as he put his hand out. you looked to the right, “it’s where we all... vibe.” the three of you shared a laugh as you sat at your desired table with ricky and nini. you sat across from ricky and nini, who were holding each other.

𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺.

“oh my God, i can’t believe i’m sitting here,” you admired as you looked around the cafeteria.

nini laughed, “yeah, everyday, i can’t believe i’m in east high, it’s literally so amazing here, and just because i’ve been a fan of high school musical for so many years, i think this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.”

“i’m a big fan, too!” you exclaimed. “actually, i found out this school was, like, at least seven minutes away and i’m like, ‘OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO EAST HIGH!’ like, i’m breathing the same air as troy and gabriella right now.”

all of you guys laughed, as nini followed:

“hey, y/n, do you want to be friends or something, ‘cause it’d be amazing if you could hang with us for lunch everyday.”

“sure!” you shook nini’s hand as you both kept talking about high school musical, and in a few minutes, you found yourself sitting with nini and ricky was across from you both.

“well, you too have gotten along quite quickly,” ricky admired the both of you.

“yeah, this girl is literally the best,” nini noted as she pointed to you.

“aaw, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed as nini turned to hug you.

“...quite quickly,” ricky muttered, admiring you instead of nini. he felt weird, considering he was dating nini and admiring how good you looked. he suddenly left the table out of confusion.

“ricky, where are you going?" nini ran up to him as he started to leave.

“i-i don’t know, i feel sick,” he lied, as he started to make his way to the office and nini sat back down with you.

he rushed to the office, not mumbling a word, as he thought what went through his mind. it was the first day of a new school year, and it was already complicated. he truly loves nini, but there was something about y/n that caught ricky’s eye. she was adorable, beautiful, and funny; but he didn’t want to ruin his relationship with nini, ricky having a second chance now. he didn’t know who to pick, and he got so mad at himself; he was befuddled.

“what was that all about?” you asked nini.

“i don’t know, he said he was sick,” nini confessed, “but let’s just get this off our minds.”

“i, uhh, hope he’ll be alright!” you told her.

“me too, i love him so much,” nini admired him.

you gave no response. you both talked for ten more minutes, until the bell rang for the next half of the day.

𖦹𖦹𖦹

after school that day, you walked outside with nini and ricky to go on the bus, when nini stopped to talk to you.

“hey, y/n?” she looked at you.

“yeah?” you looked at her.

“you wanna do homework at my house?”

“nini, we’ve only been friends for... not even a day, and—“ you laughed.

“i know,” she interjected, “but i feel i can trust you enough to, like, help you with homework, since you’re new here.”

“can i come too?” ricky mumbled.

nini laughed, “nah, it’s a girls’ thing!” you both put your arms around each other.

“oh. okay,” ricky left.

“i kind of feel bad for him,” you followed, “i don’t want to exclude-“

“this is only for one night, and we can invite him tomorrow,” nini interjected once more, “so, are you coming?”

“yeah!” you exclaimed as you and nini got on the bus, ricky already on with tears in his eyes.

“nini, i really do feel bad for him, maybe we should invite him,” you mumbled to her.

“he’s really sensitive,” she mumbled back, “but i’ll invite him!”

“great,” you mumbled.

“hey, ricky,” nini muttered to ricky as he looked up, “we kinda feel bad for excluding you, so, you wanna come?”

“y-yeah,” he replied, his voice raspy, “sure.”

the truth is, ricky wasn’t crying because he felt excluded, ricky was crying because he didn’t know who to love, and everything seemed complicated, and he knew this was wrong, but it was definitely a bad idea telling nini that he would come to her house with you.

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴!

𝗽.𝘀. there will be more parts to this story, so stay tuned!!

#ricky bowen x reader #hsmtmts #high school musical icons #ricky bowen #hsmtmts cast #hsmtmts party #joshua bassett #rini nation #big red #nini salazar roberts #hsmtmts spoilers

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arolla-pine · 4 years ago

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I, Marinette - p.5

(5) – The Musketeers

The lunch break was about to end soon. I managed to get the idea of Marinette’s schedule, I riffled “The three musketeers” and I ate lunch without any blunder. I agreed with Tikki a plan that she would pinch me every time I acted not like the character I embodied.

Before I went back to school I asked my kwami if we should inform Plagg about these temporary inconvenience, but Tikki decided not to. In her opinion that would make the situation even more complicated. Personally, I had rather positive opinion on Plagg but I thought that Tikki had known him for a few thousand years longer than me…

I entered the school at the moment of school bell ringing. This time it was planned – just to avoid chatting with my friends. It was too risky for my real identity.

“So? Have you managed to read the book?” Alya asked me while we were heading to the staircase.

“I riffled through. I’ll try to stay invisible…” I muttered.

“I like the book so much!” Adrien joined us. “Such a lively plot, so many surprises…”

“You must be joking! That was terrible! Those descriptions…” Nino commented. “I was bored to death…”

“Impossible!” Adrien disagreed. “So many plot twists, duels, chases…”

“Love affairs…” I added under my breath.

“Love affairs, yes…” my ex-almost-boyfriend nodded. “Right… There were some…” he chuckled uncomfortable and ruffled his hair.

“I think that morality wasn’t their strong suit.” I blurted before I bit my tongue. There still was more Lena than Marinette in my behaviour.

“Why do you think so?” Alya laughed.

“Look at d’Artagnan…” I continued, because if I started I should finish. “First, he fell in love with someone else’s wife. OK, I get it, heart wants what it wants… But her… She reciprocated despite the fact she’d already been married!”

“With an old guy!” Alya exclaimed.

“But she married him, didn’t she?”

“Constance wasn’t a musketeer.” Adrien cut in.

“Right.” I nodded. “But I was talking about d’Artagnan. He was so in love with Constance, yet it didn’t stop him from an affair with Milady…”

“Femme fatale…” Adrien muttered.

I smiled to myself when I thought what would happen if he blurted out Cat Noir’s famous ‘M’Lady’… He must have had strong self-control not to reveal his superhero-self.

“When I’m listening you guys, I’m starting thinking if we’ve read the same book…” Nino commented.

Alya and I began laughing. The situation was hilarious, indeed, and it only showed how differently we experienced the novel. And that was something I loved so much in reading!

“I’m so happy you haven’t found there those love affairs!” Alya winked at her boyfriend. “Who knows what would inspire you or…”

“Never!” Nino denied immediately and glared at her.

“Good!” she summed up the discussion and hugged him, but I could bet that she wanted to kiss him.

I felt uncomfortable. I remembered from the show that AlyaNino was only mentioned sometimes. I loved all subtle hints about their relationship like this one with Nino invited for a family diner with the Cesaires. I appreciated the moment when Alya took Nino’s hand – I found it so meaningful but still delicate. Now, I had an impression that they would start making out if they weren’t in the classroom… That didn’t fit my image of their relationship.

My thinking about AlyaNino was interrupted by Caline Bustier who finally appeared and after short apologising for being late, she began the lesson. We sat down and took out books and tablets.

“I hope everyone has read the book…” the teacher said, and I caught Alya’s concerned glance. “If there’s anyone who hasn’t, please tell me now. Otherwise you won’t be able to fulfil the task for today lesson.”

I heard my colleagues’ whispers. Everyone was unsure what the teacher meant.

“Calm down!” Miss Bustier smiled. “It’s nothing stressful. I planned a group project for today. Please sit in groups of up to four!”

Chloe Bourgeois snorted and started complaining to Sabrina about how unfair this plan was. She was in a group with Sabrina, Mylène and Alix, but I was sure she wanted Adrien instead. And only Adrien, excluding Nino…

The boys sitting in front of my desk turned around, as if creating our group of four was as simple as possible. I ignored green flashes in Adrien’s eyes, trying to focus on the teacher. I waited for details of what we were going to do.

“Now, basing of the book you’ll decide on which character suits you the most.” Caline Bustier instructed us, and when all students began exchanging ideas, she added loudly: “Remember! You don’t choose for yourself. The character for you will be chosen by your partners in the group! Try to fit the personality of a musketeer to your colleague’s features.”

Wow, that sounded great! I liked analysing people’s minds…

“Anyone has an idea, what’s to do?” Nino asked.

“Should we choose from the short list of four main characters?” I wondered quietly.

“I guess so…” Alya wasn’t sure.

“Ma’am, should we choose only between the four musketeers?” Adrien asked aloud.

“Yes, Adrien.” The teacher answered. “You choose only between those four. But… Who did you want to consider?”

“Uhm…” The blond stopped and looked at me. Right, I was the author of that question.

“Milady de Winter or Constance?” I mumbled.

“You would have a candidate for Milady de Winter?” Caline Bustier smiled.

I was so close to blurt out that Chloe would be a good one. Or rather Lila! Yeah, she would be even better!

“So, who’s first?” Nino started.

“Let’s take Marinette!” Alya suggested with a malicious grin. ‘Et tu, Brute, contra me?’ I wanted to say, but bit my tongue.

“Great…” I muttered. “You’re going to deal with that or you need my help?”

“Oh, it’s so easy, Marinette! You’re a perfect d’Artagnan!” My friend laughed. “Nobody else is so unlucky to get in trouble! Besides, d’Artagnan was as clumsy as you are…”

“You’re a straight arrow, you know?” I winced.

“I don’t think Marinette is clumsy!” Adrien said. Well, well… Adrien-she’s-just-a-friend had spoken! Oh, poor blind boy…

“Besides, d’Artagnan was a perfect fencer. How could he be clumsy?” Nino added.

“He was in trouble because he offended by mistake some people or he associated with wrong people…” Alya was trying to defend her idea. “He was naïve. Remember how he believed in Milady’s lies?”

Honestly, while I was listening this description, I could find some similarities to Adrien. But I remembered to be more like Marinette instead of Lena. So I stayed quiet.

“Should I be so amorous too?” I asked sarcastically, and my friend burst out laughing.

“Great idea, girl!”

“You have fun I can see…” Caline Bustier appeared above our heads.

“We’re sorry…” we all mumbled.

“I’ve thought that you get into characters so well!” Our teacher joked. “For a moment I felt like I was in a tavern…”

Then Mme Bustier moved to another group, and we exchanged glances.

“I assume that now Porthos and Aramis should start fighting and Athos should start drinking…” I commented, and the boys chuckled.

“You’d drown your sorrows too if you had such a life!” Alya said.

“Sorrows can swim…” I recalled a phrase I’d heard ages ago.

I kept ignoring Adrien’s flashes, but when Alya and Nino exchanged their meaningful glances, I felt alarmed. Besides, Tikki was drilling in my hip. Too much of Lena, too little of Marinette!

“Who’s next?” I asked, just to draw my friends’ attention to the play.

“Maybe Adrien?” Alya decided.

“You’re a boss like Athos!” I commented.

“You’re right, Marinette!” Nino agreed in an amused voice.

“Do you want to be Milady de Winter?!” Alya glared at her boyfriend.

It was just on a tip of my tongue – the thought that Milady had an affair with d’Artagnan. But Tikki kept drilling and that helped me in staying quiet. However, it was quite possible that the thought dawned upon Adrien, because I noticed his glance at Nino, then at me, and then back at Nino. Wow… It looked like the golden boy started thinking!

“Miss Bustier said that we should choose among the four musketeers only.” He reminded, and I smiled to myself. Definitely this dummy started thinking! But why now?! Couldn’t he do this yesterday?!

“I can be Athos.” Alya agreed. “Who’s next?”

“We have Porthos and Aramis left.” I noted. “An honest strongman vs. an ambitious swordsman.”

“It’s easy.” Alya shrugged. “Nino will be Porthos and Adrien will be Aramis.”

“You’re bossy again, Al…” Nino reminded. “Wasn’t Porthos a dumb one?”

“Less educated maybe. But not dumb.” I muttered. “And he gets married eventually. And Aramis… uhm…”

“Was a womaniser.” Alya finished.

“Hello!” Adrien cut in.

“I wanted to say that he was rather popular among women…” I explained uncomfortable. But I knew Alya was right, because Aramis not only was popular but did like women’s company. A lot.

“I’ve read that book, Marinette…” Adrien replied, looking me in the eye. “I know you’re trying to be politically correct, but Alya’s right.”

“OK, but admit that Aramis knew some foreign languages and was a perfect fencer. Seems to me that it suits you.”

“Thank you, Marinette. You’re very kind.” Adrien bowed in my direction like a real musketeer. He needed only a feathered hat.

“You’re welcome.” I bowed in reply.

“Geez, you both look like you were playing a part in ‘The three musketeers’!” Nino summed up. “If Mme Bustier thought that we were in a tavern before, I’d say now that you look like at Louis XIII ball…”

I chuckled, and soon my friends joined me. At the same moment our teacher clapped and laugh died in our mouths. At first I thought we were too loudly, but soon it was obvious that she wanted to draw the attention of the whole class.

“I can see that you’ve had a lot of fun with playing roles of the main four musketeers. For Monday you’ll write a paper with the characters’ description. Of all four musketeers!”

I heard some whines behind my back. That was a second paper to be prepared for Monday – the first one was about a planet for professor Mendeleiev. Thankfully, I didn’t have to write at least that one. I needed to go back to Marinette’s home and to start looking for a way back to my real life.

If my intuition was right, there was an akuma behind this and a supervillain would show up soon, because Hawkmoth would claim fulfilling their deal. In exchange for superpowers he always wanted the same – the Miraculouses of Ladybug and Cat Noir.

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shibereshu · 5 years ago

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“and they were in quarantine” [2]

Cao Yuchen // ‘OMG They were quarantined together’ AU

“(y/n)! How dare you hang up on me like that!!”

You had just opened the front door of the company building and was trying to hold it still while dragging your bit suitcase and bag inside, when you heard the voice of your friend Yifei calling you from the other end of the lobby, and the sound of someone running towards you.

“(y/n), I’m so mad I could make a scene right here right now, do you know how worried you made me? I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about how things turned out… please tell me you are not going to sleep over at Yuchen’s.”

You let out a groan when the box of succulents you were holding almost fell down when your suitcase hit the door and made you lose your balance, “Yi.. Yifei, please, we can talk about this later but can you lend me a hand for a moment?” A pair of businessmen walked beside you and gave you a nasty look: you were trying to stand still, holding paper and boxes with your arms while trying to lift the suitcase with your foot, which also held the handle of your bag. You felt like crawling into a hole and hiding.

Yifei stopped complaining and held the door for you while you pulled yourself together, and then both of you took all of your baggage and placed it next to your office desk, where it would rest until the time you’d leave work.

Feeling like the worst part of the day was already over, you sat down and thanked Yifei, who, even though she had been looking at you with a gaze that kills during the whole process, had done most of the job at moving the heavy boxes and suitcase.

“All set. Can we talk about why I should let my friend sleep over a stranger’s house now? Because I know the answer to that question: I shouldn’t” Yifei sat down abruptly next to you and handed you a can of to-go coffee from the vending machine.

“Yifei… I know it all sounds like a terrible idea, but please… just loosen up a bit. Yuchen is not a stranger” The cold surface of the can made you get goose bumps, and you let it rest on your lap for a minute, enjoying the sensation. Feeling that coldness felt like the only real thing at that moment, everything else was so messed up...

“Oh yeah, not a stranger at all, I almost forgot about the ‘I’d say we are rather acquaintances. I helped him and now he owes me one, but that’s it’ thing… And how can your landlord just send you an email and expect all of you to receive and read it?! she should have made sure everyone was notified!!”

“There’s no way of changing that now… at least it’s thursday, so I will have the whole weekend to look for a new apartment. If I start looking for ads between today and tomorrow, I may have something by Saturday, and I will be able to move between Saturday and Sunday. It’s going to be fine.”

“(y/n), promise me you will call me if anything bad happens… even the smallest and seemingly irrelevant thing…” Your friend looked directly at you, and held your hands between hers.

“I promise…”

“Send me photos of the house and the dog when you are there, and send me a text every time you go to sleep and wake up!” You smiled at the way your friend was behaving, you had never imagined Yifei would be that type of person, “Actually, I have a better idea… I will go and pick you up in the morning so we can come to work together! I’ve always wanted to see Yuchen’s house by myself, and, come on, who wouldn’t want to see a man like him in the morning, that makes anyone’s day!” She kept talking, and you felt like the luckiest girl for having such a great friend, so you pulled her into a hug and rested your head on her shoulder.

“Thank you, Yifei”

She sighed and hugged you closer “Please, don’t mention it… this is what friends are for, dumbass. Now, let’s start working, or else your workaholic brain and our dear superior are going to start shouting at us, and we don’t want that, do we, now?” You laughed, feeling much better than before, and agreed with her, although there was nothing you wanted to do less in that moment than write the reports and sign the documents that awaited you on your desk.

Time went by faster than you thought it would, and in the blink of an eye, it was already time for the lunch break. While walking down the stairs to the canteen, you heard a group of men and women in suits speak hectically while moving their hands up and down and signalling furiously at their phones.

“...they say big companies are already closing up at the other side of the country, and schools and universities are preparing online classes…”

“...that lady who lived three streets above us and her son moved to that city, she definitely was infected last time she visited him…”

“...here, look at what this newspaper says! My husband is already panic-buying too much canned food and toilet paper…”

You didn’t really understand what the fuss was about, so you kept making your way to your friends, who were already sitting at the usual spot, and picked up a tray of food on your way there.

“Hey guys, what’s going on? Is it just me, or are people behaving a bit weirdly today?”

Jiyang smiled at you and slid closer to Yifei so that you could sit by his side.

“Weirdly? What do you mean?”

You put your tray on the table and sat down, “I just walked by a group of really fancy people… but they were all over the place, saying weird things about a virus…”

You felt a cold silence suddenly falling around you, and looked up to meet the eyes of Jiyang, whose smile had disappeared and was now replaced with a weird expression, which matched the one on Yifei’s face.

“(y/n), are you serious right now? do you not now what’s going on about the virus?” Jiyang blinked repeatedly and took a sip of water before continuing, “it’s all over the news right now… It seems very serious.”

“Of course she doesn’t know anything! She has her eyes glued to the reports all day long, and yesterday-” Yifei shut up mid-phrase, wondering if you wanted Jiyang to know about what had happened, but you shook your head slightly, letting her know it was better for her not to say anything about that yet, “what I mean is, do you even know what twitter is, (y/n)?”

“Don’t make fun of me and tell me about it already, Yifei”.

Yifei opened her mouth to say something, but Jiyang was faster, and told you about the mysterious disease that everyone seemed to be talking about, “Apparently a really infectious virus has developed in an area of China, and professionals have estimated that it will spread throughout the whole country in days, so the Government is going to announce the measures that they’re going to take to try to keep it under control.”

You looked at him, holding a spoon full of food in front of your mouth but being incapable of moving your arm, or anything else, for the record.

“You are not being serious.”

“I am being very serious. It mostly affects people who suffer other type of illnesses or respiratory problems, but anyone can catch it, and it’s dangerously contagious.”

You looked at Yifei, expecting a reaction that proved that they were pulling a hidden camera prank on you, but her expression was dead serious, and a frown of concern was starting to form on her forehead.

“Okay… okay, I guess I have to believe this… but come on, guys, we live in the 21st century, a virus is nothing to worry about nowadays.” You played down the situation and resumed eating your meal, which was already starting to cool down, while your friends looked at each other and shrugged.

“That’s true, I’m sure all of this will be forgotten in less than a week, but I can’t help but worry a bit. My grandparents are quite old already, I hope the virus doesn’t arrive here…” Yifei clenched her fists and looked at her lap while speaking up, “Anyway, I agree with you, I don’t think we have to make such a big deal out of it.”

The three of you continued eating, each one lost in their own mind. You didn’t really think again about that virus, as worried as you were about everything else you had to deal with: finding a new apartment, taking all your baggage to Yuchen’s, finishing the reports you had to hand in at the end of the day…

The rest of the day went smoothly after that, excluding the general concern that everyone seemed to have because of the news about the virus. After hours of hard work, the clock stroke eighteen, and it was time to go home. Right You thought to yourself I don’t have a place to call home anymore.

Luckily for you, Yifei had remembered to help you with your bags and boxes, so you picked them up and went to the lobby together. You had to walk slowly and carefully, since the boxes didn’t allow you to see anything in front of you. Because of that, you didn’t notice there was someone standing on your way until you were already on top of him.

“Oh no!” Yifei left the bag she was holding on the floor and quickly caught you before you could fall on the floor, while the boy you had pushed held your other arm to try to steady himself. Fortunately, you hadn’t dropped any of the boxes, and the three of you were still on your feet.

“Ugh! I’m sorry Jiyang! Didn’t see you there!” Jiyang looked at you with a smile on his face and dropped your arm, “I have to be more careful… did I hit you? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Don’t worry (y/n), it’s nothing! Give me the boxes, I’ll help you…” Jiyang tried to lift a few boxes from your arms, but you pulled them away.

“No!! I mean… it’s okay, don’t worry… I’ll just do it myself.”

“Seriously! Where do you have to take them? I can’t believe they make you carry this much… It’s abusive. Let me help you, please.” He tried to hold the boxes once again, but you turned away and looked a Yifei, asking her to help you.

“Jiyang, leave it, the boxes are hers.”

“Wh… what? Why? What’s all of this?”

You let out a sigh and shrugged, before shooting a reassuring smile towards the boy, “It’s a long story, Jiyang, I will explain everything next time, okay?”

Jiyang looked at both of you and was about to ask something else, but in the last moment decided not to. He didn’t want to be too nosy or make you mad, so he decided to leave things as they were. However, when Yifei left the things she was holding on the floor next to you and proceeded to walk alone to the front door, he looked at you with concern and couldn’t resist inquiring about that, “Wait… Don’t you guys leave together? Why is Yifei leaving alone?”

You stuttered a bit, but managed to seem relaxed and calm, “I have something to do before leaving… Go ahead, Jiyang! I will see you tomorrow! Bye!”

Jiyang wasn’t entirely convinced about leaving you behind, but he glanced once more back to you and waved in farewell before leaving the building. Okay, I’m all alone now. Just waiting for Yuchen, right here, by myself. It’s fine. Hah! This is fine. You kept repeating these words like a mantra, again and again It’s fine, it’s fine…

By the time Yuchen finally arrived in the lobby, you had tried every single couch in the room, had studied every single plant and had discussed everything that could go wrong during the weekend with the photos of the different artists under the company, which were hung all over the walls. You were explaining to Wang Yizhou’s portrait that Yuchen’s dog could possibly have a rare illness that could potentially turn you into a mutant monster that ate green plasma and turned people into goblins, when you heard Yuchen’s footsteps coming out from the elevator. That has to be him. He always walks making sure girls know he is coming, so he can be heard from the other side of the building… Ugh, what a smug.

“Hey, (y/n), were you talking to that picture?” Yuchen lifted one eyebrow and smiled to himself.

“Shut up. Desperate times call for desperate measures”

“Well, then… are you ready to leave?” He looked at you from head to toe and then glanced over the pile of baggage surrounding you.

“Y… Yes… Is your chauffeur taking us?”

“My- what?” Yuchen threw his head back laughing, “Oh, (y/n), come on, is that really the type of person you think I am?”

“Yuchen you are literally a famous actor from a big entertainment company, of course that’s what I think you’re like! Don’t tell me you live in a shack and all those photos online are not really your house…”

“Have you been looking at photos of my house online? Woah, (y/n), you are kind of a stalker, don’t you think?” He ran his hand through his hair and gave you a funny look, “But don’t worry, I do live in that ‘huge ass house’ that’s all over the internet.”

“Hey, hey, don’t brag so much. I know you don’t even have a patio.” You punched him slightly on his arm, and put a box in front of the door so that it wouldn’t close while you moved the rest to Yuchen’s car.

“Hey! I do have one. It’s on the rooftop.” Yuchen picked you bag and suitcase up, and started playing tetris with the different objects so that everything would perfectly fit in the back of his car.

“That’s not a patio, that’s not even a terrace!” You let out a giggle and handed him another pair of boxes. Slowly but diligently, both of you managed to put everything in the car together, and eventually you moved to the front, sat down and plugged in your seatbelts, before Yuchen started the car engine.

“Shut up, that IS a terrace!” You rolled your eyes, tired of the discussion, but also amused.

“Whatever!” Still smiling to yourself, you looked outside and saw people walking on the streets, living a completely regular life. This feels like a movie… But who knows, all of those people could be going through similar things right now, and none of us would now.

#cao yuchen #quarantune au #quarantine scenarios #yuchen scenarios #cao yuchen scenarios #cao yuchen au #slice of life #the untamed boys #TUBS #tubs scenaror #the untamed boys scenarios #cpop #曹煜辰 #admin isa

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wordsinmusic-lyric · 5 years ago

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My tips for school online (how to stay productive/sane)

All of my friends back home are starting online school work today, so I thought since I’ve been doing this for two weeks now i could give my tips :)

@pibbsi

@quisoi

1) wake up at a normal time, don’t let your sleep schedule get all wack. I try to wake up at 8 at the latest, excluding mondays.

2) have!! a!!! morning!!! routine!!! this is so important, it gives your body/mind some buffer time between sleep/relax time and work time. It gets you in the right headspace for work, like I just know that after I brush my teeth its time to get to work. Make sure your morning routine includes un petite-dejournee (a small breakfast) so your mind is sharp :)

3) listen to music while you work. It helps me a lot

4) try to study in a different place than your room (i work in our dining room) but at the very least don’t work in your bed. It helps your body/mind distingush between places where you work and places where you relax.

5) bring EVERYTHING you need to that study space, that way you’re not getting up every two minutes to grab something; and this includes a nice healthy snack and something to sip on :))

6) take breaks!! im writing this on my break heheh, try to stay away from your phone and youtube, so you don’t get sucked in. I try to take small breaks every hour and then a larger break at lunch time

7) speaking of lunch time, actually take a break to eat and not do any work, I always eat my lunch with my fam, have a lil cup of coffee and then i go outside or do some yoga for like a half hour to fully give my mind and body a nice break before getting back to work, it helps prevent an afternoon slump if you have a nice lunch break.

8) try to make it fun?? Sounds wild but I like color coding and using calligraphy in my notes, because I have time and it makes work more fun

9) time block; this is life changing man. Every day when i get settled into my work space I look at what classes I will be working on that day, and estimate how much time each class will take me, and then I make myself a schedule, scheduling in my breaks as well. It helps keep me from procrastinating

Bonne chance avec l’ecole en ligne!

(good luck with school online)

#covid-19 #online #school #l'ecole #tips #habitudes #productive #morning #matin

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gl0wupdiaries · 4 years ago

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Bitchy Vibes

Have you ever experienced taking a stroll at the mall, or getting a haircut at a salon, or even falling in line at a fitting room, and your eyes decide to land on a complete stranger and your mind immediately thinks “Wow, I wish I was her.” That may have been too specific of an example, but that’s a taste of what I often experience when I encounter confident, “feminine”, and “attractive” women. I have quoted the last two words because I still have no clue as to what constitutes the criteria for these terms. Admiring them from afar while my subconscious cheers the phrase “Work it, sister”, I knew I have a long way to go before getting on their level. I guess this stems from the fact that the women in my family never fail to remind me of my un-femininity every time I make a move, causing me to feel inferior to other women who are good at being women, whatever that means.

This feeling of inferiority has been with me since way back when. The minute I set foot at our community daycare, I have already managed to set a divide between the girls in my class and me. Not because I hated them, but because I have always felt inferior around them. Had my mother not been a gentle and charismatic woman, I’m sure the other teachers and parents would’ve already yelled at me for the troubles I’ve caused in class.

I remember back in elementary school, girls in my class would exclude me out of their groups and pass on messages like “Don’t be friends with her.” As they took turns with the furry stuffed animals I was never allowed to play with because I wasn’t a “BFF”. I was never really bothered by that, what bothered me was the fact that I never really liked the way I looked and acted. I wanted to be as feminine as the girls in my class, I wanted to have long, thick and black hair, I wanted to act the way that they do, I wanted to smile like they smiled, the list goes on.

And with those thoughts, girls secretly intimidated me. I would always have boys as my playmates, and dodged every moment I could with any conversation that requires exchanging words with the girls, because they made me feel unattractive and unfitting. I still feel the same way towards some girls until now, but I guess the difference now is that I’ve also met a handful of great friends—both boys and girls—so I don’t feel that much bothered anymore. But the feeling never goes away. Obviously as time went by I learned how to deal with my insecurities and found myself giving the “BFF” concept a chance; some friendships worked, but others turned out to be “bitchy”, as expected.

Speaking of bitchy, I remember countless incidents where I would get into a fight with another girl and how I used to hate it when they do the “bitchy vibes"—as I liked to call it—because I never really knew how to deal with it. The only way I knew how to fight was either to shout or silently pester them with my mischievous tactics, but I knew that never gave them the same intimidation they give me whenever they pull the bitchy vibes.

Back in the fifth grade, where everything was a blur, I’ve decided to pull a bitchy vibe for once in my life; whether or not it was a success is a different story. One day, during our lunch break, while a girl and I were fighting over who gets the stack of pink sticky notes from a friend, which I really wanted, the girl decided to finesse her way into the pink sticky note owner’s heart—which was another girl—and promised that she’d write the owner’s details on the pink tab of her slam book, which used to be our bible back then. The owner was sold, of course. I couldn’t believe it. I was nothing but nice to the owner, and despite her numerous cat fights with the other girl, she still chose her crummy slam book over me. I was so tired of being the least favorite friend amongst the girls, all because I wasn’t girly enough, and I was definitely tired of losing to the girlfriend-bubblegum-pop-with-charms-and-sprinkles agreements that I could never seem to pull off. I knew I had to do something.

I let the other girl have her pink sticky note winning moment for the rest of our lunch break; as she did, I was already gathering the strength to do what I was planning to do in a few hours. Minutes before our last period ended, as I tried to transfer all my negative energy to my kneadable eraser and each ticking second of the clock giving me an adrenaline rush, I braced myself for dismissal.

After what seemed like an eternity—we were finally dismissed, and everyone in my class did their usual after-school routines: bringing out their Pokémon cards, playing Chinese garter, battling with pogs and slammers, etc. I, on the other hand, had other things planned for myself. I slowly approached “the girl” and pulled out the world’s fakest smile. I greeted her with a high-pitched “Hey!”—which stunned her, by the way—and asked if I could have half of the stack of sticky notes (being the petty child that I was) as my way of compromising. My plan was that if she said yes, then I won’t bother her anymore because the sense of being left out would be gone and I’ve asserted myself. Obviously, she said no to the idea.

The reason being, was that I had to be a part of “their group”, and follow their rules to get perks like that. We were five girls in class, and there were four of them in “the group”, you do the math. This naturally enraged me because I have been nothing but nice to them; it was just unfair. Offended and furious, I only had this to say to the girl—still maintaining my high-pitched voice: “Oh it’s okay, I understand! I guess I just can’t be bitchy enough to be a part of your group.” I quickly walked away and took my bags, I wanted to savor what I had just done, I felt so invincible; I knew if I waited for a response I wouldn’t be able to maintain the bitchy vibe I just pulled, and so I fashionably left class.

The next day, I was called to the principal’s office for saying a profanity, and being the mischievous child that I was, I pulled out the “I didn’t know what it meant” card. But I knew what it meant. I heard a sixth grader say it once and found out what it meant through an MSN conversation. A few weeks later, it slipped my mouth then and there in front of the girls in my class, and I can’t really say I regret it.

I haven’t pulled a bitchy vibe since.

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