#I had a free period and decided to stay in the classroom

[forbidden-interlude]

Will always remember the time my high school teacher was telling the class of girls that we must help our fellow brothers to not sin by dressing modestly. And that we were to blame if they looked at us with lust and she was deadass. She was also the vice principal

[malfoyscoffee]

did it work? ౨ৎ theodore nott

pairing theodore nott x gn!reader about fluff | 0.7k words | friends to lovers warnings no warnings

The only thing on your mind was to run. 

You gripped onto your black robes tightly, trying to get anywhere but where you just were. 

The crowded halls became your enemy as groups of students were spread out in front of you, all socializing with friends during the passing period. You hoped that after a minute of running, you would have lost what was chasing behind you. 

Although the atmosphere was loud due to all the conversations surrounding you, the sound of someone running behind you started to get evident. Your eyes widened and your heartbeat raced, maybe you should just pull out your wand and apparate to your dorm. 

The moment you pulled out your wand, a hand tightly grabbed your wrist bringing you into the nearest room. 

“Salazar, you scared me, Theo!”

Theodore Nott closed and stood in front of the door as if blocking your only exit to run. He towered over you, panting as if he just ran laps around the quidditch field. His face showed no emotion as he kept holding your wrist. 

You looked around and realized you were inside an empty classroom. The silence was different compared to the noise on the opposite side of the door. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” Theodore looked down at you, his eyes softer than before. You avoided his eyes, deciding to stare down at both your hands. 

“I didn’t avoid you.” You looked up as Theodore let out a sarcastic laugh, rolling his eyes. 

“That’s bullshit. Every single time I see you, you start leaving the other way.” Theodore used his free hand to cup your face so you would look right at him. “I haven’t even talked to you properly for the past month!”

You broke free of his grasp, not wanting to answer him. “I’ve been busy studying, Theo.”

Your mouth felt bitter with the lies coming out of your mouth. Theodore looked at you as if you had grown three heads. 

“I spent the past month unable to sleep because my best friend was ignoring me, and this is the best excuse you have?”

‘Best friend’ 

You went towards his side, signaling that you wanted to leave.

“Now let me go, I have class and I don’t want to be late.”

Theodore looked down for a moment, shaking his head. “You’re not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You let out the biggest sigh, turning the opposite way around towards the empty classroom. Your hands started brushing your hair back, and annoyance and irritation started to form in your head. 

Theodore saw your frustrated figure and decided to push on, “Come on, just tell me what is bothering you. Is it something I did?”

Your back was to him, your mind racing a million thoughts; the realization set that you couldn't avoid Theodore forever.

You turned around and let out a breath you’ve been holding. Theodore looked like he ran his hands through his hair a million times. It was truly now or never. 

“I like you, more than friends.” 

You stared at Theodore’s eyes which grew larger, the moment of silence starting to kill you. You decided to continue. 

“I’ve known for a while now, but I really couldn’t take that you only saw us as friends. I figured that staying away from you would help get rid of my feelings.”

You looked down at your feet, starting to regret saying anything. Maybe you could run away now?

“Did it work?”

“Did what work?” Confused, you looked up at Theodore as he stared straight into your eyes. 

“Did you lose feelings for me?” Theodore clarified. 

You sighed, “No, that’s why I haven’t talked to you.”

Theodore suddenly smirked, walking towards you. 

“Well, I guess that’s a good thing because I like you too, more than friends.” Your mouth opened in shock as he smiled and pulled you in for a hug. 

“Now stop avoiding me because I’ve missed you.”

[satorisoup]

ᰔ GLITTER GLUE ft. hajime iwaizumi

ʚ CW : “one sided” crush. confessions. cursing.

ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ

it’s valentine’s day, or rather, the most dreadful day of existence, if you were to say so yourself.

walking through the halls of school on a normal day was one thing, but now it seems that every corner you turn, you’re rather rudely reminded of your state of loneliness on the soul national holiday of relationships. bouquets of reds and whites, floral smells corroding your nostrils with every inhale, cute plushies holding little hearts, pretty cards with love written in sparkly pink gel pen. all gestures of admiration that are so sweet to any other person, but quite frankly, it’s just making you feel stupid for coming to school today.

you feel even stupider when you’re walking into class, eyes avoiding the gross kissing couples as you make your way to sit down, and you’re faced with exactly why you mourn valentines day so much.

hajime iwaizumi, the third year who sits one desk aside to you in class 5, who just so happens to be the person your heart decided to fall head over heels for. it was an unmistakable crush with the way your cheeks felt hot when he’d stretch in his seat, or the way your heart fluttered when he would make small talk when there was a particularly boring lesson. he’d even occasionally walk with you during lunch period in the midst of conversation or sharing a snack, before his friends would come and steal him away. he was sweet aside from looking intimidating, and it all the more so made you infatuated with him.

you watch him grumble outside of the doorway at one of his friends, a roll of his eyes before he’s striding into the classroom to take his proclaimed seat. you feel disappointed in yourself that you still haven’t been able to work up the courage to ask him out, too much of a coward to ever admit your interest in him. you take a quick glance at his hands, and what you see makes your heart drop even lower.

you catch a short glimpse of a pretty red valentine in his left hand before he’s quickly moving to neatly stuff it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

it looks like someone had beaten you to the chase, and it was only the first class of the day.

throughout the entire period, you notice the off behavior of your classmate as he sits in his seat. iwaizumi seems nervous almost, his leg softly bouncing up and down, and you also take into account that he hasn’t said a single word to you, or even looked at you this entire time. that usually would seem more normal on a regular class day, but today it was a free period, much to everyone’s liking. after dismissal, iwaizumi wasted no time to get up and out of the classroom before you could even ask him if he was alright.

classes today seemed to go by as if minutes were hours, and students had gotten even more enthusiastic as time went by as they all exchanged their thoughtful valentines to their partners. you think you’ve heard enough random “i love you’s” to last you 3 lifetimes in a singular day, but what you were seriously dreading was lunchtime. where everyone would walk around hand in hand through the courtyard, gifts, cards, flowers, big huge teddy bears to little tiny ones, kissing that should probably be saved for behind closed doors, and especially confessions. not wanting to be surrounded by the exact thing you were missing out on, you opted to stay inside for lunch.

the empty classroom you sit in is completely silent, the only sounds you hear coming from outside through the windows, voices of distant squeals and happy laughter. you sigh at your own demise when you decide to finally get up and wander around the halls. paper heart chains and pretty streamers litter the lockers and walls, and even some of your teachers had little decorations as their own way of getting into the spirit. it really was unfortunate that you weren’t able to celebrate today with who you wanted to so badly, as your fate lies in your own thoughts because you were too chicken to ever say it. and now, your crush was starting to act weird, which meant he had probably already accepted a confession, or maybe even confessed himself, to a person he was interested in. you wanted to be angry, you really did, but it wasn’t your place to be mad at him. he wasn’t ever yours to begin with.

as you stroll along and unwontedly admire the atmosphere around you, you hear the uncomfortable squeak of shoes against the wooden flooring, alerting you that you weren’t alone. when you look up from your feet to meet the eyes of the person who had interrupted your thoughts, you can physically feel your stomach sink to your feet.

iwaizumi stands at the end of the hallway, his hands behind his back with that same expression he had during class, even if it was barely noticeable. he looks at you before he straightens up.

“hey.” is all he mutters.

…

“hi.”

he takes a few steps forward to meet you where you had halted before and begins to speak.

“i was looking for you.” he voices.

“oh.. well you found me.”

you aren’t helping much with his attempt to cure the awkwardness around you two, but even so, he continues to talk nonetheless.

“why weren’t you outside for lunch?” he asks you.

“eh, didn’t wanna be around all that lovey dovey stuff. but, um.. why were you looking for me?”

you feel nervous when iwaizumi is silent, his hands now coming out from where they risided, holding that same red valentine from this morning.

“because i wanted to give you this.” he replies.

you notice the tinge of pink on his usual hardened face, looking down to where he held out the card to you.

you carefully grasp the messily accessorized card, studying it as you feel your heartbeat pick up to a faster pace. the red, heart shaped card stock proposed a simple question of ‘be my valentine?’

and as cheesy as it was, your lips pull into a wide grin when you look back at him, his hands tucked into his pockets while he waited for your answer.

“is this a confession, or am i reading the glitter glue wrong?”

“shut up, it was oikawa who dumped all of that shimmer shit on it…” he rumbles, recalling the short memory of his best friend tossing glitter onto his card while scolding him, “iwa, you seriously lack so much pizazz. girls love sparkles and glitter!”

you laugh at the thought of his friend taunting him over his card, and then you’re suddenly blushing at the concept of how iwaizumi had taken his time to make a special valentine, just for you.

“well, i accept your confession, iwa…”, “even if it’s twinkling in ‘shimmer shit’.”

it was iwaizumi’s turn to chuckle when he laces his arm around your shoulders, and he smiles as he walks with you.

“idiot.”

yes, valentines day was usually a dreadful day. but the surprises it holds? those aren’t dreadful at all.

[roses-r-rosie3]

Can you do a Wes Hicks x Mreader where the two are in the back of a classroom that's watching a movie before winter break and reader becomes bored and begins jerking Wes off since the room is also dark

White Christmas

Wes Hicks x M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Handjob, public sex, cumming in pants, almost getting caught

Quote: “I can’t believe you talked me into that”

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It was the day before winter break and you could not be more excited. No schoolwork, tests, or quizzes to worry about. You were in your last period class with Wes and your teacher put on a Movie for the class to watch. The teacher put on some old Holiday movie, so you decided to just go on your phone.

But you eventually got bored of just scrolling, and you tried your best to actually enjoy the movie but you just couldn’t. So, instead you started to observe your surroundings. You first looked at Wes, he was really invested in the movie, his eyes glued to the screen. Sometimes you wonder how you managed to pull a sweet guy like him.

You also noticed that you were in the very back of the classroom. The classroom itself was dark, and almost everyone was either watching the movie or dead asleep, and the teacher was just on his phone, not even bothering to look up. You decided to capitalize on the situation and cure your boredom a bit.

“Hey Wes” you whispered.

“Hm?”

“You know, I was really trying to save your gift for the holiday season, but why don’t I give it to you now?” You said as you crept your hands closer to the fly of his pants.

“Seriously y/n? Here? Right now?” Wes mumbled.

“Please? I’m bored, it’s not like we have anything better to do” you said.

“Fine, but what if we get caught?” Wes asked.

“We won’t, if you’re quiet enough” you smirked as you unzipped his zipper.

You reached your hands into into his trousers, and started rubbing the buldge in his boxers ever-so-slightly. You could already feel Wes’s pre-cum leaking from his boxers.

“P-please stop teasing” Wes whined.

“What happened to ‘what if we get caught’?” You teased as you started leaving kisses on his neck.

“Y-y/n please, I need you” Wes whimpered.

You listened to Wes’s whining and gave him what he wanted. I mean how could you say ‘no’ to such a pretty face? You figured that you had teased him enough, so immediately started to jerk him off.

Wes began panting and groaning as you stroked his length. You were honestly impressed at how nobody knew what the two of you were doing. Wes started whimpering louder and louder until you pulled your hand away from his throbbing cock.

“W-w-what?! Y/n please! I was so close” Wes complained.

“You need to be a good boy and stay quiet if you want to cum then” you whispered against Wes’s ears.

“Yes-yes, I’ll be a good boy j-just please continue” Wes begged.

You laughed to yourself before you began to reach your hands inside of his boxers again. Wes’s cock was more hot to the touch this time, but that didn’t stop you. This time, Wes started to thrust into your hand. You let Wes use your hand like a fleshlight. It wasn’t until you could tell that he was close that you started to jerk him off again.

“Y-y/n I’m gonna-”

Before Wes could even finish his sentence, his cock erupted. You began to cover his mouth with your free hand as his hot cum shot out of his cock. Both your hand and Wes’s pants were covered with Wes’s juices. When Wes finally calmed down, you took your hands out of his pants and began licking up all of his semen from your hands.

You smiled at Wes before kissing him.

“Hey you two in the back, stop canoodling I see you back there” the teacher said.

You could tell from the teacher’s tone that he only saw the part where you and Wes were kissing, so you had nothing to worry about.

“I can’t believe you talked me into that” Wes sighed.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t like it” you chuckled.

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - The younger ones

learning and reminiscing (longer Part)

It's Thursday morning, around 9 o'clock. And school has been back in session for a few days now. Well, a little sparsely, but it was important that the children get a little structure back into their everyday lives. Just hanging around at home or in the neighborhood all day should be stopped for at least a few hours.

Although Detlef has no teacher training, he agreed to do a little teaching with the children. And the kids like him. He found a few textbooks to read to them. And again it was a morning when he was a little annoyed… “Actually, it's called homework, you should do it at home and not here"/ ‘we didn't get it done, it's not that bad, is it?’.

Detlef took a few steps forward, because the comment came from VJ. “So you don't think it's so bad, huh? It makes sense to do your homework straight after school. Your mind is still working then. You can have your free time afterwards"/ ‘I've managed quite well so far without all the school stuff’/ ”That may be. But do you want to be left without a school-leaving certificate?”

“Who cares here whether I have a school-leaving certificate? You can't even get a real job here anymore. Or do you get paid for throwing poo over the fence?"/ ‘VJ…’/ ‘Yeah, what?’. Detlef knew that VJ was a difficult person from time to time. But he kept his composure and spoke to him calmly. “Just try to join in as best you can, okay?”. Some of the young people simply don't see any prospects in this city anymore. Hunting is fun, but it's not everything.

Detlef went to the back again. Because as long as the children were doing their homework, he had little to do. “So… I wouldn't sit there"/ ”Why not? The chair isn't broken, I sat on it yesterday too, so…"/ ‘ehehe, at your own risk…’. Just as he sat down on the chair, the typical sound of a whoopee cushion was heard. This caused laughter throughout the classroom.

Detlef made a serious face until the laughter died down again. “O.K., who was that?”. There was already so little to laugh about in these difficult times. But the children know how to bring out the fun for a moment. “You can guess for a long time, hahaha"/ ‘A prankster doesn't give himself away’. Detlef had to admit defeat. But he didn't want to let the tingling feeling you get before you have to laugh show. So he just smiled a little to himself.

Even some of the younger pupils are not necessarily thrilled that school has started again. They had become accustomed to being outside for long periods of time, playing in the wilderness. It was a big adventure playground. But it was important to get back into a certain routine. “Is it true that a heating stove is being installed here?”.

„Yeah, so that no icicles grow on our asses in winter"/ ‘tihihi, oh God, VJ!’/ „hehe…“/ ”Please, concentrate. When you've finished your homework, we'll talk about this map here”. The students noticed as soon as they entered the classroom that a map of their city was hanging on the wall. “Don't you think that's a bit cheeky? It's just depressing, Mister Teacher”.

Detlef breathed in and out deeply, a little agonized… “I know it's not easy for you … it's not easy for any of us. But we mustn't forget where we come from and that we had good times. I'm sure it will be like that again one day"/ „but definitely not here, it will never look this green again, Mr. Landgraf“/ „I know… let's just go through a few places and talk about it".

Of course, Detlef didn't want to force any of the children to do anything they didn't want to do. So everyone was allowed to decide for themselves whether they wanted to come to the front or stay seated. But Arlo wanted to look at the map. And he recognized some places. “Dad sometimes took me to the little park with the chess tables or we went fishing at the big lake. He always took time for me when he came home”.

After Arlo dared to start, the other children gradually joined in. They looked at the map and a few memories they had of their families gradually emerged. “Mum used to read me stories and I used to help her in the garden…"/ ‘And I sometimes went to the cemetery behind our house at night…’ said Mortimer with a mischievous grin on his face.

Katharina also searched her memories for something she liked doing. “I liked going to the movies… And the swimming pool"/ ‘that still exists’. Katharina wrinkled her nose “yes, but there are all these disgusting plants swimming around now, I don't go in there anymore”. Malcolm looked at the map and saw the large villa where he lived. “I always thought our house was far too big. I like our new one better”.

(Peter) “I was always in the park after school, didn't feel like going home at all…”/ “I felt the same way, but I was always looking forward to mum's lunch, so I always skipped lunch at school”/ “it wasn't always tasty either, haha”

Ethan was quite thoughtful as he looked at the map. “I'm still wondering how it was that our house got practically nothing…"/ (Peter) ”I'm sure it was just a lucky coincidence. Our house was completely swept away. And then we discovered our mini bunker, we didn't know anything about it beforehand”.

And VJ also took another look at the map. “Everything was still in order. I remember… My dad had just gotten a promotion and wanted to renovate our house with the extra money. The fucking things destroyed everything."/ ‘Yes, I remember how proud he was when he came to you and you were so mean to him again’/ ‘I know… it can't be helped, I wish my brother was still here’.

Detlef looked over at Holly for a moment. She was also very thoughtful. “I… I have a little brother now. And to be honest, I don't want him to grow up in this destroyed environment here. Do you think… we'll get help here at some point?”. Detlef took a deep breath. “I hope so, as long as someone out there finally manages to get their ass here"/ ‘You said ass…’/ ‘hahaha’ . Detlef also had to laugh a little, sometimes he just couldn't hold back.

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End of this Part

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poses by: @poses-by-bee & others💓

homework replacement mod by @mspoodle1 😊

[patheticallyinfatuatedwithu]

spider, pham hanni

you visit hanni after a terrifying encounter with a spider.

having lived and born in australia, you'd think pham hanni would be used to it. well, you're dead wrong.

it was the end of last period and you've bid goodbye to your friends and headed to hanni's classroom, where you found her to be the last one left inside and gingerly packing her things up. you let yourself in and strutted to where she stood, stopping right behind her. "why are you always the last one out?"

zipping her bag closed, she turned around and huffed, slinging her bag on her back and walking past you. "geez, i just asked. don't get all grumpy on me now."

she stayed silent and continued to walk in front of you, her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. you know that you should be concerned for your life, but you just couldn't bring yourself not to laugh at her adorable state right now.

she scoffed when the sound left your thoat, slightly glancing at you before looking back forward. it irked her that you could laugh at a situation like this right now when you should be fearing for your life. she parted her lips to say something, but it was cut short when a spider hung right in front of her face.

hanni let out a scream from horror movies.

if you weren't there and hadn't witnessed what happened beforehand, you would definitely thought that she was being chased by a murderer. the vietnamese jumped towards your arms, catching her with ease as she hid in the crook of your neck.

you stifled a laugh, "are you alright?" the question was choked and forced out and you had to bite your lip harshly to avoid laughter from erupting. you felt her grip on you tighten and just as how fast the spider appeared, your smile dropped.

"hanni..." you whispered and the girl just quivered in response.

it must've shaken her to the core seeing that spider.

"alright, don't worry about walking home, i'll carry you there." you felt her nod against your neck, feeling her warm breath against your skin, you blushed, mentally face palming that you had the audacity to blush while your friend was scared to death.

you started to move and her grip on you tightened again, and you couldn't help to think that she was cute.

it was the next day and hanni hasn't returned to school, which caused worriedness to wash over you and visit her after school. you knocked on her door and waited for a few moments before the door opened. you watched as her eyes went wide as an owl's before shutting the door on you.

...what?

"h-hanni," you stammered, greatly astounded as you reached to knock on the door again. before you could anyway, the door opened and she pulled you in. now, you were more confused than before. "are you okay-"

she pulled you in for a tight hug, stopping in the middle of the room and basking in your warmth, the back of your shirt crumpled under her hand. you hugged back, deciding to carry her towards her bed and place her down, but she resisted and took comfort in your lap instead, her hands now found way to your hair, tangling her fingers in it becoming one.

"are you alright?" your voice was quite muffled from her locks, but it wasn't as muffled as hers. "'m fine." you glanced at her, adjusting her in your lap as your arm held her waist to hold her in place. "you sure?" she nodded.

"how come your room's dim?" you questioned, gazing at the single lamp whose light is mostly restricted and towards the ajar positioning of her blinds. "i find it more comforting." she mumbles, further more hiding in your neck.

it was only then she shuffled that you realized what position the two of you were in, and you couldn't help but flush. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, back facing the wall as hanni straddled you, warm breath fanning your neck as you lightly shivered.

"y/n..."

you hummed, free hand sliding up and down her back to ease her fear. "i can still see the spider when i close my eyes." you frowned, and you felt her move away from you and stared at you, eyes travelling over your face, lingering the most on your lips.

"but with you here... i feel more safe." a warm smile replaced the frown, the hand that held waist unconsciously tightened and it was your turn to hide your face in her neck. she chuckled, fingers playing with your hair.

she can feel the warmth your face emitted against her skin, "you're embarrassed?" you nod against her, already knowing what she'll ask next. "you think too highly of me." she shook her head, "i should be the one embarrassed. i screamed so loud yesterday, and right in front of you too."

"what's wrong with screaming in front of me?" hanni stayed silent, and you were almost sure that you had made her uncomfortable, silently beating yourself up for it. as you were about to apologize, hanni had taken your jaw and threw it on the floor.

"i like you, that's why." the movements of her hands ceased, and the whole room was enveloped by silence. both your hearts beated erratically and was almost sure that the other could hear, hanni holding in her breath as she braced herself for rejection.

you pulled away, a smile on your face that brought a question mark above hanni's head. "i like you too." you replied, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. she tackled you in a hug, your back colliding with the bed's soft mattress and sheet as her hair created a curtain between you two and anyone who might walk in.

she grinned as she pulled away, which grew larger in size when you reached in to give her a peck on the lips, palm on her cheek as your thumb caressed it, before hanni leant down for a kiss. "that spider's a damn genius."

broken records i know i have requests but i wont be able to work on them yet since assessments are appearing and i figured that you all need to be fed so i've published this one in my drafts which has been here sinve day 1

[thoselethalarts]

𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 - 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

(R) School Uniform: “It’s Second Nature to Me.”

(NRC: Magical History Class 1-B)

Trein: Alright, take your seats, everyone. I’m going to begin now by taking roll call. Trein: As you’re all aware, we’re going to be having a quiz today. I’m expecting good marks from all of you.

Epel: Hm…? Vanta isn’t here today… did they seriously get so upset at the idea of a pop quiz that they’re going to skip class over it?

Jack: That’d be pretty over the top, even by Vanta’s standards.

(The doors to the classroom suddenly unlatch and Deuce enters the room)

Deuce: Excuse me!

Trein: Hm? Deuce Spade, this is the wrong class for you this period.

Deuce: I know that sir, please excuse the interruption. I’m actually here to tell you that Vantablack won’t be making it in today. Deuce: They came down with a case of food poisoning this morning and are staying in their dorm to rest. Deuce: Since it was a sudden emergency they couldn’t get a note from the nurse yet, and wanted me to inform you it happened.

Epel: Huh…?! Food poisoning?!

Trein: Is that right? Very well, thank you for notifying me. You may return to your class, then.

Deuce: Thank you, sir!

Jack: (Sniff, sniff) Hm… Something’s not right here.

Epel: Huh? What’dya mean?

Jack: I have a hunch but… it’s nothing. Jack: If I’m right, then it’s not really any of my business, anyway.

Epel: O…kay? Whatever you say, I guess.

(Later…)

(NRC: Cafeteria)

(Vantablack approaches a table with Epel and Jack sitting around it)

Vantablack: Yo guys! This seat taken?

Epel: Oh, hey Vanta. No, it’s free. You can sit here.

Vantablack: Thanks!

Epel: Hey, what happened this morning? Deuce came by our class earlier and said you had food poisoning. Did that clear up already?

Vantablack: Huh? Oh yeah, it passed pretty quickly, I’m feeling much better now.

Epel: Ah, that’s good to hear. I’m glad you’re feeling better so soon. Epel: Just so you know, we had that quiz today in Trein’s class period, the one he told us about last week.

Vantablack: Ah, really? Man, that sucks, I totally forgot that happened today. Talk about bad timing~ or maybe good timing, since I was sick I didn’t have to take it today!

Jack: …Is that the truth, or are you just lying again?

Vantablack: Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?

Jack: You might’ve fooled everyone else in class, even our teacher, but you can’t fool me. Jack: Earlier today… that was actually you pretending to be Deuce, wasn’t it?

Epel: Eh?! Pretending?!

Vantablack: …That’s a pretty accusatory thing to say, Jack. What proof have you got to back that up?

Jack: If you really wanna know… the truth is, you stink.

Vantablack: Wh-! Hey?!

Jack: I don’t care if you decided to skip class or not, it’s none of my business what you do with your grade. Jack: All I’m gonna say is if you try and do that again then maybe you should try taking a shower first before you go using transformation magic. I could smell you from across the classroom.

Epel: Pfft-! You’re really not holding back, huh Jack?

Vantablack: Rude! What’s that even supposed to mean?!

Jack: You smell like dank water. I smelled it on “Deuce” earlier and I smell it on you now. I dunno what you did yesterday, but you stink.

Vantablack: I didn’t do anything! Well… actually now that you mention it, I did go hiking in the nearby woods yesterday and found a little pond hidden in a thicket. Vantablack: It looked like a nice place for a swim so I jumped in, but it really didn’t stink that bad when I did.

Jack: Yeah, that’ll do it.

Epel: Oh, THAT’S what that smell is? I thought I smelt something funny in the classroom earlier, but it was so faint I didn’t think anything of it. Epel: …Wait, hold on, so that really was you earlier, Vanta?!

Vantablack: Heh… well, I guess the cat’s outta the bag now, so no point to keep hiding it.

(A rippling rush of black rushes over Vantablack’s body, as they transform into Deuce again. “Deuce” looks exactly the same, except his colors are slightly desaturated, and his eyes are pale white)

Deuce?: Transformation magic is second nature to me~ Height, physique, voice, walk pattern, I can copy everything I want from anyone I want. Deuce?: Although, I didn’t realize that my body odor doesn’t change between forms. Sucks, but it’s good to know now at least.

Jack: It’s impressive, regardless. Magic like that is usually impossible for mages to do without help from a transformation potion, that is unless their Unique Magic specializes in it. Jack: Even if it’s imperfect, the fact you can do it at all without needing a wand or a potion is pretty sweet stuff.

Deuce?: Well thank you, I appreciate the compliment~ Deuce?: But, yeah, I just didn’t study for the quiz today and didn’t wanna bother with it this morning. Deuce?: I figured if I made an excuse Trein can’t disbelieve, then I’ll buy myself some extra time. I’ll just talk to him about taking it later, no biggie.

(The same ripple of black rushes back over “Deuce’s” body, and Vantablack’s figure returns back to normal.)

Epel: That’s kinda scary, actually, what with how fast and how accurately you can do that. Epel: Reminds me of some old folktales I’d heard back home about creatures you’d see in the night pretending to be human. Epel: They’d try and lead you into the forest, pretending to be family members and neighbors, and if you follow them into the darkness you’d never come home again... Epel: You already like hiking in the forest and walking around at night too. You fit the myth too well.

Vantablack: Yeah? What’s stoppin’ you from thinking I’m not one of those monsters after all?

Epel: E-Erm, well…

Vantablack: Just kidding~ Heheheheh~

/ End

[yourmommygay]

Faking it all: part 2

Summary: high school au where colby is the popular guy and chloe is the shy good girl, one day colby gets fed up with Amber's constant flirting so he asks chloe to be his fake girlfriend. Will they fall in love im not sure.

Pairings: colby brock x plus size!chloe sanchez (aka you reading this) , sam golbach x Amanda sid (oc) , jake webber x Tara yummy.

THIS IS A SERIES, MDI 18+.

Warnings: explicit language, smut, mutual pinning, bullying, fighting, mentions of abuse, colby being kind of a dick at first (but not to you), Amber being a bully (I love Amber so much, she would never pick on some1 I know but it's just for the story)

Prt 1 here

Most days chloe would sit in Mrs smiths classroom at lunchtime, this was one of those days. Sitting in the seat close to the window she was watching a group beginning to form around Amber and colby. Huffing chloe turned her head downwards and carried on reading a book she recently brought.

Chloe's phone pinged and she picked it up seeing it was a video from Amanda, in the video colby and Amber where standing there. "I don't like you Amber, I'm kindof already seeing someone anyway" colby said Amber quickly questioned who not bothering to cover up her jealousy, "chloe, I'm dating chloe" colby replied. Chloe's eyes widened, she was in fact not dating colby. However, she wishes that she was.

Just after the video she heard the classroom door swing open and slam shut, "I knew you would be in here" colby said walking over making sure the door was locked. "Whyd you lock the door?" Chloe asked colby glancing at him, "everyone is following me and I need to ask you for a favor" colby looked almost desperate.

"Let me guess, you want me to be your fake girlfriend?" Chloe asked him not daring to look up from her book, "wha- how did yo- um.. yeah. Only if your ok with that obviously I'm not gonna push you to do it" colby said rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I could do that, after all I do kinda owe you for always sticking up for me against the bullies" chloe said putting the bookmark in her book before placing the book into her bag. "So how do you wanna walk outta here? holding hands? Linked arms? Arm around my shoulders?" Chloe asked colby standing up right infront of him looking up at him as she was only 5'2, chloe thought.

Curse colby and his tallness.

Colby immediately answered. "What ever your comfortable with" chloe nodded in thought before putting on her bag and grabbing colbys face, kissing his cheek. "To make them think there was another reason for the door being locked, you want them to really buy into this don't you?" Chloe grabbed Colby's hand and pulled him over to the door, unlocking it and opening it to see Amber being up front of the crowd. "Can I help you Amber?" Chloe said.

"Yeah you stole my man" Amber scoffed. Chloe hummed in agreement for a second before turning to colby. "Ok, baby if you want to date Amber go to her, if you want to stay with me then come to me" chloe walked over to Amber standing slightly to her right. Colby started walking towards Amber before moving completely over to chloe laughing, pulling chloe into a hug burying his face in her neck. "I guess it decided Amber, he can date whoever he wants. Oh, he wasn't your man. Never was" chloe grabbed colbys hand again pulling him away from the crowd of people.

"You did good back there, with the faking" colby said chuckling. In all honesty chloe forgot she was faking, or at least was meant to be faking. She really did want colby to chose her, she always had.

"Can we just get out of here I got 2 free periods next" colby asked chloe walking towards the school parking lot towards his car, chloe just nodded before saying. "Can we go to our spot please?" Colby nodded, as he got into the drivers seat and chloe climbed into the passengers seat.

A/n I know these are short chapters but I'm a night owl and well it's 4:24am for me in England and I'm still awake haha. Anyway hope you liked this short chapter.

[thebigoblin]

drive highways and byways to be there with you

A Post-Movie, Fix-It Fic, even though I haven't watched the movie and gleaned spoilers like a pride-hungry Achilles.

will post this on ao3 later, when i'm not in the classroom (it's a free period). for now:

Tags: Post-Movie Fix-It, Alpha Derek Hale, Established Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Eli Calls Stiles 'Tata', Spark Stiles Stilinski

also, yes, the title comes from Niall's "This Town." Current fave.

"Do you think they'll believe this?"

"They will. They have to."

Stiles doesn't look sure, so Derek takes his hands in his — wincing at the movement because of the bullet wound that still hasn't healed; the Nogitsune's magic is gone from the wound and Derek himself, as it is from Allison, but some effects remain, because they're a part of them. Of their hurts and scars.

Nobody knows this better than Stiles, who still wakes up during the night to fight off a shadow that isn't there, and nobody knows it better than Derek himself, who calms Stiles down after, through calls and gentle voice most days and with firm hands when they're lucky enough to be together.

So, of course, Stiles notices the movement and his eyes shutters.

"No. Don't do that again. This wasn't your fault, okay?"

They're sitting face to face on the bed at a hotel in a random ass town, far away from Beacon Hills, far away from everything that could ruin them. And yet Stiles is broken at the meagre survival of what Derek has brought from that town.

Somedays, Derek wonders how he could have stayed there all these years. And then he remembers the way Stiles lights up when he talks to his dad, alive and doing well, all thanks to Derek keeping a close eye on him.

There's more than one reason he took up that consulting job at the Sheriff's Station.

"Stiles. It wasn't your fault. It was Scott's idea to give the jar to Liam and his new pack member, even after you told him no. You did what you could, and you know I did too. Do you blame me for it?"

Stiles cups his face, and Derek lets him. "No, never!"

Derek takes Stiles' hands in his again, kisses the tightly-gripped knuckles. "I love you," he tells his husband sincerely, "But sometimes you're an idiot. None of this was your fault, alright?"

Stiles smiles a little at that. Derek counts it as a win.

Stiles' voice, when he speaks, is soft and desperate. "They'll believe it?"

Derek isn't the biggest believer in the world, in anything, but he has trust in one person: Stiles Stilinski-Hale.

"It was your idea to fake my death. I don't know how exactly you did it, or roped Parrish into it, or even how much magic you used to make everyone see what you wanted to — but you did it. So, yes, my love, I know that they'll believe it."

Stiles laughs, watery and lovely, and Derek pulls him in his arms, kisses him and keeps kissing him until Stiles is pulling away, giggling and breathing out a, "Keep your hands away, Hale! It tickles!"

Derek just grins and leaps to tickle him more, and Stiles stays, because he knows the pain Derek is in and Stiles has never abandoned him anyways.

He won't start now.

*

Convincing Eli of the plan was the hardest part, given the fact that he had to see his dad burning even though that actually didn't happen, but now that Derek sees his pup and his husband cuddle up on the couch together like this, Eli's head on Stiles' lap and Stiles' eyes gazing down lovingly at their sleeping child, Derek decides this was worth it.

Lying to John, the pack, and staying away from Stiles was worth it, just for this moment, and the countless others they'll have moving forward.

A thought occurs to him, and he snorts. Stiles looks up at him, eyebrow raised, and he can't help but whisper:

"They really thought I'd let Scott and Allison raise my pup?" Having Eli wear Scott's jersey was more than enough. Eli hated it, he wanted to wear his Tata's jersey, but he's always been smart and he knew from young that his fathers have a secret that needs to be kept.

Eli really is Stiles' kid.

"They're idiots. They believed that I was too busy to come to my dad's rescue, so. And not to mention that they think I just abandoned Roscoe! Like, seriously, guys? And then they claim to be my best friends."

Stiles' increasing volume has Eli waking up, so Derek takes the place next to Stiles, Eli's legs on his own lap even as their pup's eyes flutter shut again to Stiles' polish lullaby.

"Hell, Lydia knew Eli knows Polish. I thought she'd figure us out soon, and nearly two decades later, she still hasn't."

"Yeah." Stiles gnaws on his lip, turns to look at him. "Let's not talk about them, okay? This is just us. Just us like it was always supposed to be, my heart."

Stiles leans in to kiss him, and he does too.

Eli wakes up in the middle of it, his fathers touching their foreheads and kissing each other in turns, and promptly decides to head out after flailing to be let out of their embrace.

"I'm taking the jeep!"

"You better be careful, then!" Stiles shouts, and Eli responds with a salute and disgusted face.

Derek laughs and laughs, and feels the most alive he's felt in a long, long time. Ironic, considering he's had to fake his death to achieve this.

Stiles pokes him in the stomach then, goads him with his eyes.

"Since we are alone now... and considering the last time I saw you was on that fake Mechanic Convention you made up exactly seven months ago..."

Derek's eyes are red and he's picked up Stiles before the sentence can be completed.

"GROSS! EW, EW, EW!"

"Get out of the hearing distance, kiddo," Derek whispers, and then there are no more words spoken. It's only him and Stiles, and one very recognizable screech from the jeep.

Eli better not be home soon.

Especially because...

"Oh, fuck, fuck. I love your alpha eyes, my Alpha. Can't believe they even missed this, the aura of power you give off — well, except Peter because he's —"

"Can we not talk about my uncle while I'm trying to fit my cock in you?"

"Right, right, right. I just- they're idiots. The real alpha was among them, and they still- whatever. I'm glad. You're mine, alright, only mine."

...he gets to watch Stiles come undone before him, like this, mouth open, eyes shut, face slack in pure bliss. He gets to hear Stiles call him his, he gets to claim Stiles as his own, watch his body as he loves and bites and worships Stiles' body, Stiles' existence.

He gets to be with Stiles.

The past fifteen years were rough and unbelieving, but he knows in the heart of his hearts that it was the last sacrifice he had to make.

In return, he gets this: Stiles in his arms, Eli's I'm watching a movie, be back as soon as it's clear, and John's you better be with Stiles right now, and Eli best be with you, Hale.

Well. Perhaps John wasn't fooled — he knew. But that's to be expected.

Stilinski’s are smart.

And he gets to have and love three generations of them.

He's lucky. He's extremely lucky.

[mccnstruck]

hHHII i saw ur latest fic and I LVOE IT RBROROOR

could u do akito x f!reader wheheere the reader has a rivalry relationship w akkto (SHH I LOVE ENEMKES TO LOVERS) and normally readers like happy but one day reader is sorta sad,(mommy issjes💀) and akito notices, she trjes to cover up saykg shss okay, but eventually around at the end kf school akito was walking and noticed reader by themselves, and went up to them, just to see their eyes red and puffy, and thejr hands were shaky, then akito asks what’s wrong and again reader says it’s nothing and does a excuse, akito was buying it and gently held their hands to try to stop it from shaking, and reader gets flustred sorta saying shes fine and to let go, akito then says he’ll let go after reader tells their problems, and reader kept denying cause they dont wanna be a burden, andddd you can decide what happens next😭

IM SORRY IF THSI IS TOO MCUH

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: mentions of derealization, mommy issues, akitos really blunt idfk, profanities, hurt/comfort, not proofread, ooc, not proofread, long fic

a/n: HI !!!! just a few things i wanted to say:

- as soon as i saw mommy issues i RANNNNN with this request. sorry. it might be a lil specific. but. yea 😋.

- sorry but i dont take f!reader !! gives me dysphoria, so it got switched to gn!reader sorry <\3

- i went really deep into this request and may or may not have done a whole akito characterization just to find how he comforts people. so yea

thank you for requesting i hope u enjoy !!!!

Akito sighed while walking through the corridors.

The scent of spring's arrival was felt throughout the school. People sat outside in their free period, windows were open, and the wind breezed through Akito's ginger hair, giving a playful ruffle before escaping through the window to torment another student.

It was a shame Akito didn't spend it with anyone. Toya was busy helping the library, Akito was hiding from An monitering the hallways, and Mizuki was not in school today, or any day for that matter. Talking to the crazy duo in school was absolutely a no-go, and to be fair he didn't feel like talking to any of his classmates.

Welp, he would just have to enjoy the nice weather by himself, he thought.

As if a coincidence, he saw a familiar figure sitting outside a classroom, scribbling notes down. He was too far away to examine the features of the figure, but the aggressiveness of the pen hitting the notebook sent a uneasy feeling in Akito's chest.

He walked closer, to find you, eyes glaring the paper down as if it wronged you. As if it hurt you.

As if the red error marks glared at you, reminding you of the disappointment you would have to face back home.

Akito walked towards you and grinned, unknowing of your situation as of current.

"Hey, [Name]. Preparing for the test?"

You look up and forced the corners of your mouth to turn upward, your eyes contradicting your smile.

"Hey Akito! What's up with you?"

Now that was odd, Akito furrowing his eyebrows with suspicion.

No cheeky remark back, the excessive kindness you were showing him... hell, your eyes looked dull! The shine of the morning sun seemed as if it was absorbed in a black hole of misery, even though the sun shone through the school windows.

Akito glanced at you and your notebook. Now that he had a better view, he noticed the sloppy handwriting and highlighted words that shouldn't have been highlighted. On the middle of the pages, he saw blurred pencil marks as tear marks stained your paper.

"Hey,  you seem a 'lil.. off today, everything alright?"

"Yep! Why'd you ask?"

Akito stayed silent, hoping for some truth to come out of your mouth, but alas, he came to no avail.

"No reason. I'ma head out now..."

"Take care!"

Akito nodded his head in acknowledgement and walked away from you, who began to immediately scribble down notes again. Akito took one glance at you, the side of you he had never seen, before turning and going down the stairs. He gave himself a mental note to check up on you by the end of the school day before finally heading to his next class.

But when the final bell did ring and the teacher sighed in relief, Akito walked to what he assumed to be your final class... to not seeing you in the class. He checked the classroom where he saw you last, he checked the courtyard and the commons, he checked the rooftop... but no sight of you anywhere.

He groaned in frustration, and walked down the rooftop stairs. Checking the corridors one last time, he finally decided to give up and walk back down.

I'll just see them tomorrow, they'll probably be somewhat normal by then.

Walking down the stairs in disappointment, he decided to take a shortcut Rui mentioned in passing to exit out from the side of the school. If he just made a left here, and walk down these stairs...

He wouldn't find the exit, but he would've found a pretty familiar backpack. Next to the backpack was a familiar person, in fact, someone he had been meaning to see.

But walking down the stairs, even as his steps echoed through the staircase, you didn't move at all, refusing to look at who was coming down.

He sat on the stairs next to you, and let out a small "hey", hoping for a moment you were alright. He was utterly wrong.

When you raised your head from your hands, Akito's eyes widen at the tear stains down your face. Your hands were shaking, your eyes looked like you've been crying for hours, and with every feature of your shrouded by misery, you could only respond with a "hey."

"[Name]. What happened?"

You try to laugh it off, but it came out weak and desperate for help.

"I'm fine Akito, there's no reason to get so worried."

"You're in the middle of the stairs, looking like you've been crying for hours, your notes from earlier had tear stains when I saw you, and you're telling me there's no need to worry?"

He gently grabbed your shaking hands before you could wipe off your tears and held them in his own. With your hands in his, you were forced to acknowledge his olive green eyes and his stern expression watching you.

"I'm not leaving you here to feel like crap by yourself. We're rivals, but I'm not an asshole either."

"Akito.... it's the end of the day, don't you have to get home anyways...?"

"Don't want to. Rather go to sleep with no worries."

"At least you can let go of my hands."

"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong. It's bad to bury your feelings, y'know."

You felt warmth in your chest, whether it was his hands holding yours, the close proximity between you both, or the much needed reassurance you got. You tried pulling your hands away slowly, but he only tightened his grip on yours, rubbing his thumb on your skin.

"Akito... I'm gonna bother you."

"If you're worried about bothering me, good. Bother me as much as you like. You can repay me with a trip to the coffee shop I like, if you really feel bad."

A silence, as Akito watched your face in concentration.

"Could I take you to the cafe right now? It could distract me, and I wanna repay you back now."

"Sure, I'm a little hungry anyways. You might want to wash your face, then we'll head out."

You slung your backpack over with one arm and stood up after Akito. He walked down the stairs, but there was one problem.

"Are you gonna let go of my hand?"

"Nope. Can't have you running off."

You grumbled under your breath a string of curses, saying how "unnecessary he was".

Although you were far from ok, Akito grinned at your remarks, relishing in your usual mood coming back.

You guys walked out of the staircase doors and you got to finally wash your face and fix your appearance, before leaving the school.

The walk to the cafe contained the usual bickering, but you noticed how softer he was with his words. You silently appreciated his comfort, before finally heading in the building.

The bell rings in announcement to your arrival, and the cashier up from greets you with a smile.

"Welcome in!"

You give a small smile to the cashier and Akito does as well. You both look at the menu, discussing the new flavors added, before Akito puts his order in, looking at you. You point to what you want, and Akito adds your order.

The clicks of the cashier added to the coffee roasting and the warm pancakes, while the gentle laughter you heard from the couple next to the door brought you to look around. The lights were dimmed, and plants grew on almost every wall in the cafe. It was slow, not many people were here, yet the scene you were in felt... nice. And with Akito next to you, you almost could..be ok. You realized you would be ok. One coffee date at a time.

Wait. Coffee date?

Your face grew hot at your own thoughts, and you turn away from Akito to pretend looking at anywhere else but him.

Jeez, [Name], get yourself together.

You took a deep breath, and looked back at the counter where the cashier quickly wrote something down.

"Sorry for the delay you two! Your total is 3970 yen."

Akito began to open his backpack, but you were faster, sliding the money towards the cashier. She began to laugh at Akito's surprise, and started to exchange cash for change.

Akito looked back at you and gave a look, his eyes screaming "you-should've-let-me-pay".

The cashier gave you your change and began to work on the order, while you both headed to a seat next to a window. Setting your backpacks down, Akito finally spoke up.

"I was already getting money out, you should've let me paid."

"Well," you grinned, "I had my money out first, slow poke."

"I...slow poke?! When was the last time you did anything in PE??"

"Oi, shut it!"

The rest of your time spent together was well spent bickering and laughing to each other's jokes. Your both grabbed your respective orders, and with the food just melting in your mouth and Akito's company, time passed by like a breeze.

You both snickered at a memory that occured one of your shared classes with him, your laugh getting louder with every second. You clamped your mouth with your hands, but your laughter still seeped through your fingers.

Laughter finally quieting down and the remaining food packed away, you both settled into a comfortable silence. The ambience of people chatting and spoons clicking soon embaced both of you like a blanket, almost comforting.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

Ah. You knew this moment could only last for so long, yet... you still clinged onto this experience, knowing it was going to escape your grasp and turn into a memory.

Your mind felt as if your body wasn't at the coffee shop, and this was somehow a dream. No matter how much you distract yourself from it, you were always going to be home. home. home? was it even a home? would mother look at you and welcome you h ome? or would her dissatisfaction ooze through the "welcome h om e"  rug in the front? when did your home turn into a house, when did you started calling mom mother? when did-

"[Name]?"

"Ah! Sorry Akito, um.. could we stay for a few more minutes?"

He nods in agreement and the silence wrapped you both once again.

"I don't know what you've been dealing with, but... I get not wanting to go home."

"...Really?"

"Yea, plenty of times." He leaned his head on the back of the seat. "My dad, sometimes his words were a bit too much to handle. Sometimes, during days that were hard, his words were too little to matter."

He continued with a serious, more quieter tone. "Truthfully, I just had to keep moving. If i waited for his words of encouragement, I would've waited for too long to pursue my passions. I don't know about you, but time moves too fast to sit and wait for people to agree with you."

You gently nodded your head in understanding, yet...

"How would I explain that to my mom?"

"Hm?"

"Like... she's never happy. Always on me about something. And when I do reach her expectations, she discards everything I do and always needs to say how there's someone better. Someone worth enough for her satisfaction."

Akito sighed in a shared understanding of your situation. Yet, his first words in response contain of, "What are you trying to achieve?"

Your furrow your eyebrows. "Huh?"

"Is your hours of studying and notebooks full of material just for pleasing your mom?"

"I..."

What were you doing this for? Your mom, your future? What were you spending all this time for?

"I'm not trying to give you an identity crisis, or make you decide your future right now. But just... think about that. People are going to be better. That's just something in life. Hell, you could be the worst at something even with all your hard work. You could be the worst at singing. You could be so far away from reaching your goals. Even with hard work, people with talent will still be better than you."

Realizing what he was getting at, you sadly mumbled, "Akito..."

"But if you're gonna be the worst at something, if you're gonna let your mom's words get to you... all that hours of work is gone if you just sit there and let it go to waste."

Akito looked over to you, watching your eyes focus on the table as if something clicked in your head. He softly smiled.

"I've seen your hours of studying. Yea, I'm better at sports, but no way I can compare to your notes. I might have to start commissioning you to do my work for me."

You laughed at his compliment towards you. "Oh, give up on our rivalry?"

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You looked at the table to hide the tears building in your eyes, but Akito inevitably saw and snickered. "Getting emotional over the truth?"

"Shut it, Akito! That was... actually really good advice. You should be like, an motivational speaker."

"Nope, I think I would insult half of the audience."

"Actually, nevermind. You would yell at the audience."

Laughter rang through one last time, before you both were left smiling.

"Are you ready to go home yet?" Akito asked.

"...Yea. I am."

Making sure you got everything, you both headed to the doors and immediately felt the spring breeze blow through each other's hair.

"I... thank you Akito. For everything today."

Akito stuffed his hands in his pockets and grinned. "Thank you for the food."

You reached your hand out as if to greet him.

Akito grinned and took out one of his hands from his pockets, and shook your hand. "I'll see you around, [Name]."

You waved and finally headed to your respective directions. The memories now ran though your head, but one in particular stuck out.

"Not in a million years. That is, if you don't ever stop trying. Never stop trying, [Name]."

You smiled.

You wouldn't ever stop trying. Thank you, Akito.

-

When you head back to school the next day, it was all normal. You greeted your friends, and were headed to your first class.

When walking through the halls, you and Akito made eye contact. He bowed his head in respect, and you followed. Smiling you waved at each other before being swept away by the bustling crowds.

The breeze blew through the corridors of the school, wild and free. Whistling a tune, the wind breezed through your hair before escaping through the window to torment another student, and to wish Kamiyama Highschool another day of spring.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[ninapi]

New to this (Osamu version)

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 4085

Note: Welcome to route two of the story. If you haven’t read the first part I would highly suggest you do so since there’s a lot of things I will skim through in this one that were explained in detail in the previous route, so it would help you understand better what's going on (link here).

If you already did, then this side of the story will tell Samu’s side and will reset itself completely, meaning, once more it starts from Seiji’s first day of school. Hope you like this one too! 

Chapter 1: New beginnings.

Today being your son’s first day of kindergarten has you thinking of the old times. Looking at your son’s uniform reminds you when you were the one to use a similar one, when life was easier and the worst of your worries was deciding what to play during lunch period. 

Back then, when you were his age you had two best friends, twin boys from your neighborhood, you instantly clicked with them one day at the park and were inseparable ever since. 

In reality you had one friend, the other one was just clingy and never let you two alone, a bit annoying.

Memories of all the fun adventures you had in your youth were flooding in while you go on with your morning routine, getting your son ready for this important day. 

A particularly fond memory pops into your head; It was winter time and Osamu had slip on icy snow when he was racing his brother into school. He got a scrapped knee and a cut on his cheek, so the teachers told him to stay inside during lunch time, maybe read a book or watch a movie. 

He was sulking in the corner of the classroom since it was Friday and that meant you would all play hide and seek outside, he really liked Fridays. But you decided to stay inside with him. You brought with you the box of dvd’s the teacher gave him and the two of you picked a random Disney film to watch, sitting next to each other on the floor and sipping on hot cocoa, it was still a very lovely Friday.

That’s until Atsumu came running in to look for you, they needed another player, that’s what he said but it didn’t make much sense to you, is not like you needed even numbers to play hide and seek, so you refused, hugging Samu’s arm and scowling at the boy who was disturbing your peaceful afternoon. You didn't want to go out in the cold, just wanted to stay inside and be with your bestie. 

But he never takes no for an answer. He started pulling you by your ankle and dragged you out with him. You were annoyed to say the least, but once he finally let go of your ankle, he went on his knees and helped you get into your shoes, lacing them tightly for you not to fall, then took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, smiling brightly at you and thanked you for playing with him even when it was such a cold day.

It’s somewhat a bittersweet memory, you honestly wanted to stay in with Osamu and you know you would have had just as much fun that day if you did, but truth is that you did have lots of fun playing with Tsumu, you two would hide together in the strangest of places and whisper tactics to each other, he would huddle close to keep you warm constantly, and even if you found him annoying at first, that day you started to see him differently.

That was just one of the many memories you have of the past with similar outcomes. 

There was that one time Samu was sick and you went to tend to him back to health and Tsumu dragged you away to go shopping for ‘better medicine’ but managed to keep you out with him all day. 

The day he begged the english teacher to let him be your partner for the school project instead of Samu because common he is already smart, he doesn't need you as much as he does, making you spend all the free time you had during those three weeks glued to him. 

The day you were supposed to hang out with Samu after school, he had planned this for months but was totally not a date according to him; and Tsumu lifted you over his shoulder and ran, stealing you away before you two could leave to confess his feelings for you. 

There were just too many of this sort of day to count. Days you were supposed to spend with Samu but Tsumu got in the way, and it really makes you think what could have happen if you would have spent those days with him instead. Seiji might not have come to this world and that is a terrifying thought, but maybe, just maybe things would have been different.

You really didn’t want to think about them on such an emotionally heavy day, but you did miss them both, specially on days like today, days that your son should have shared with all his family, not just you. But who your heart truly missed was Samu. You would give almost anything to have him here right now bullying you into eating spicy stuff like the old days, anything to just hold his hand in yours and just breathe.

He was always by your side since you had recollection of your own self. Always there for you no matter how you felt. If you were angry, he would share his food with you; If you were sad, he would rub your back until you stopped crying; If you were happy, he would listen to you and try his best to prolong said happiness. He knew you better than you knew yourself. And when you were at your lowest, he just disappeared. 

You expected him to pop out of nowhere once he would realize you were looking for him. You expected him to call you back. Who doesn’t call their best friend back after 51 missed calls? But you lost faith when you called him again and the machine on the other side of the line told you that number didn’t belong to anyone. He left you, just like his brother, the father of your son did.

Somehow you didn’t expect him to be on his brother’s side but apparently he was, as he was clearly avoiding you too.

You really miss him and your son constantly reminds you of him, to make it all worse. He’s got Tsumu’s eyes, but the rest is basically a mix of Samu and you. There’s days when all he does reminds you of Tsumu though like right now, he was currently dancing shirtless, sticking the back end of his toothbrush in his belly button to make you laugh. He is the silliest little munchkin and you love him with all your soul, but he did get that from his dad. Tsumu always knew how to make you laugh and forget about whatever your problems were at the time, but only Samu could help you solving them.

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His first day at school was finally over. You were waiting for him outside the school gates, when your phone rings, it was the owner of a bookstore you had previously contacted for a job offering. He wanted you to come to his shop in an hour for an interview in person and it was honestly a bit out of the way, you had to hurry if you wanted to be there on time, which meant taking your son along.

“Mama, do I really have to go? I’m so tired and I even got something called homework. Is about cutting this shapes and building a house with it.” sighs your son in defeat at the new concept of school life.

“It will be just a second, baby. Mama really needs this job, ok? I promise I will buy you something yummy to eat once we’re done.” he perks at the mention of food, he could never say no to that.

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The interview doesn’t go as well as you had hoped. They needed you for the night shift and the pay rate wasn’t even high enough to cover the fee of a babysitter, not really what you needed right now so you had to let it go.

Your son was now clutching onto your side like a leech, demanding your attention, “Mama can we go to that shop across the street?” he got his puppy eyes out, ready to beg and you were terrified that whatever he wanted to eat was out of your budget, but seemed to be an onigiri shop, that should be ok. You were so busy trying to remember how much money you had left in each card that you didn't even notice the name of said shop, your son now inspecting the menu display at the front in search for the promised treat. 

“Can I get two? I can’t decide what I want.” he was seriously torn, there were so many options, is this really just an onigiri shop? “Just one, baby.” it saddens you that you can’t say yes to everything he wants but the the sad reality is that you still need to find another job before next month or you’ll be in troubles and won’t be able to pay for his school.

Seiji runs inside the shop, still torn, he calls for the man in charge, “Excuse me sir, can you please explain to me the difference between the tuna-mayo and the tsuntsun tuna-mayo?” the man behind the counter chuckles at the cute question, quickly clearing his throat as to not insult the child and headed over to where he was to answer to all his concerns, “Sure, well you see the tsuntsun one has bits of corn inside and a special sauce mixed in with the mayo making it a little spicy, while the other one is just a regular-“ he stops in his tracks when he sees Seiji’s face. What’s going on? It’s like he is looking into a mirror but twenty years ago, wait no, taking a better look is not him, is Tsumu. Is this some kind of weird dream? Did he fall asleep while standing again?

That’s when you went inside the shop, looking for the card inside your purse to pay for the treat, “Baby did you choose already? We gotta go get that homework done.” the towel Osamu was holding onto has been now discarded somewhere on the floor, “(Y/N)…?” you hear your name being called and you raised your eyes from your purse, confused. The man standing behind the counter was staring at you with glossy eyes, just about ready to jump over the counter. He’s changed a bit over the years, but you could recognize him even with the lights out and your eyes closed. “Samu….?” time had stopped, all you could do was just stare at each other, tears threatening to come out.

Your son breaks the little bubble you guys just made by whining loudly, “Mama what do I do? The other one has corn! CORN! I need to try it too. Can I please have both? I promise I won’t ask for anything else in the entire week.” he really needs to try them both and is currently in need of a plan to get his mom get them for him. Or so he thought, when the onigiri man just grabbed one of each and puts them on a plate, walking over to one of the tables, “Guess what? You are our guest #100 of the day, meaning you get to eat all you want for free. Come here, just let me know if you want anything else. But the rules say is just for you, so you gotta eat here by yourself. Don’t worry, your mom can sit there at the counter.” he pointed to where he was standing before and Seiji looks up at you waiting for your approval before accepting the very tempting offer. “Go on, my love. I’ll watch over you from there, ok?” he nods, quickly climbing onto the seat.

Osamu then grabs your hand as gently as one can hold someone, pulling you over to the side, “(Y/N) oh my god, where have you been all this time? Is he who I think he is?” he keeps on looking at Seiji, stunned at how much he looks like himself and you just nod, “That’s your brother’s son, yes. I tried to tell you what was going on but you just disappeared on me.” you try not to resent him, but you’ve been thinking about how sad you were because of the fact of him not being there for your son today all day and even if you miss even the dirt under his nails, you put up your wall.

“I disappeared on you? (Y/N) don’t get me started. That bastard lied to me, threw my phone in the ocean and convinced me to take a year long internship in Okinawa just to keep me away from the situation.” he blurts out and even if the whole thing is not even the slightest bit funny, you both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “Of course he did.” is all you said, sitting on one of the stools near the counter, Osamu sitting beside you.

“No but seriously, why did you close all your social media? How was I supposed to find you if you leave your house, cut ties with your family and close all your accounts? I made Rin go personally and talk to all of our friends to see if anyone had seen you, but no-one had since that day you had the fight with Tsumu.” you sighed at the memory, you really didn’t want to face anyone during that time, all you wanted was for Atsumu to go back home or for Samu to pick up his phone. Not like any of your other ‘friends’ would care anyways. “You remember Karasuno?” he breaks your line of thought with a seemingly random question and you hum in response, “You mean that one school you guys played against during high school?” you were so confused right now, and he nods, “Well the captain of their team is now a cop, I contacted him, twice actually, to see if he could help me find you. But there was so little information I could give him, he just couldn’t.” that left you speechless for a good couple of minutes and he just remained quiet, checking on Seiji every now and then while you processed all he just said. “You tried to get the cops involved?” this really moved you and sent your heart to crash against some very dangerous waves. All this time you thought he had just abandoned you like Atsumu did, when in reality he was looking for you and you were stupid enough to not leave any traces. Osamu holds your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, something he used to do to try and calm you down, nodding to answer your question, but feeling his warmth makes the waterworks go loose, tears now springing out of your eyes hard, “I would never leave you, (Y/N).” he whispers and you know he means it.

Your son orders a couple more tsuntsun balls but Osamu gets him different types for him to try as recommendation, guaranteeing this was completely free and he could eat as much as he wanted. Since he didn’t hear you complain, he just continued eating happily unaware of your emotional state. 

Coming back to your side Osamu notices you stopped crying so he continues. “Can you believe he threw both of our phones into open ocean? Can I not look for dolphins without having my useless brother boycotting my entire life? Seriously, what did I do to deserve this. I should've killed him inside Ma’s uterus.” your imagination runs wild, making you giggle at the thought. Hearing you laugh still makes his insides turn.

“Well yes, I believe you. He can be a real ass when he wants to.” there was no doubt about that. Osamu keeps on looking over at Seiji curiously and you noticed this, “His name is Seiji, he’s five. I don’t tell him much about you two just because it’s always been really hard for me, but he is very smart he’s probably eyeing you already thinking of why you have his face.” Seiji looks up at this very moment glaring at you while stuffing his face with rice. “And boy, does he have your face, just look at him right now.” you can’t avoid chuckling at the sight, he really is adorable.

Osamu smiles at this, but it quickly tugs at his heart, you’ve had to raise a child on your own for such a long time and his irresponsible brother was having his best life, how was this fair? “(Y/N), does Tsumu know about him?” he knows his brother but honestly hopes he isn’t as stupid, “Yeah, well that’s why he left me. I told him I was pregnant, he didn’t believe it was his and just left.” Osamu’s breath hitches, he lied to him more than once, it seems. “He did WHAT? He told me you two had a fight because you cheated on him so he broke up with you. That is VERY different than what you are telling me right now. Of course you wouldn’t cheat on him that’s a ridiculous thought, unless it would have been with me of course, but I’m 100% sure that the kid isn’t mine, sadly.” you smile at the thought, you wish it was his, but you aren’t going to tell him that, not right now at least, so all you do is rest your head on his shoulder, looking at Seiji. “Yeah well he thought the baby wasn’t his, and left and I couldn’t find you in the nine months I stayed there so I decided to move here to Tokyo and have been here since then. Never been to this area before though, you have a nice shop. I’m proud of you.” you looked up at him, giving him a loving smile, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it. What were you doing here then?” he hands you a tuna-mayo onigiri, realizing you are probably as hungry as your son, grabbing one for himself as well and you eat it happily, a nostalgic feeling invading all your senses. “I applied for a job at the book store across the street so I had an interview for it just now.” you sigh, your shoulders deflating as you are suddenly reminded of your bad luck. 

“Didn’t get it I assume?” he picks a loose rice resting on your cheek and brought it over to his mouth, quickly switching to his normal self towards you, like if you were apart for six hours, not six years, “Nah-uh, he wanted me to take the night shift and I don’t have anyone to take care of Seiji so I couldn’t take it.” he hums in acknowledgement, getting distracted by the toddler now at his feet, poking his thigh.

He looked down smiling at the child, “Sir, are you my dad? You look like me and I saw you kissing my mom, so that's the only thing that makes sense.” he looks at him with a deadpan look on his face, not really bothered in the slightest, making Osamu choke on his rice, you weren’t lying, he really is smart. “There’s nothing I would like more in the universe than to be your dad, kid. But no, I’m your uncle. Now, if the ‘Seiji’s dad’ spot isn't taken, then maybe I should line up.” he looks back at you shooting you a small wink and you shake your head smiling, before picking your son up and bringing him to sit on your lap. He looks so silly when he winks, it’s hilarious. “Your dad has a twin brother, love. He looks just like you, doesn’t he?” you nuzzle his soft hair with your nose and Seiji can't get his eyes off of this new found uncle of his. They really have the same face, it’s weird.

“Mama, my homework thingie. I gotta start soon or I wont finish it. Uncle, sir, do you happen to have some glue?” he just met his long lost uncle and all he can think of is homework.

“I do not, nephew sir. But I can go to the convenience store real quick and get it for you. Can you watch the shop for me, (Y/N)? We still have a couple of hours till peak time, no one should come. I’ll be right back.” he says while jogging out of the shop but turning back in, “Wait, I just remembered Atsumu used to eat his glue when we were about Seiji’s age. Should I get him the stick one instead of the liquid one just in case?” memories of Atsumu stealing everyones glue and giving you sticky kisses just to make you squeal in disgust comes to mind and you can’t help but laugh at this, “Yeah, he does take after him in the weirdest of things so let's go for the stick.” you smile back at Osamu, pulling the homework binder out of your sons backpack.

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Osamu decided to close the shop early and help you both with the house building project. Your son wanting to build a dog house with this bunch of random shapes in prints, giving you a headache.

He got his phone out and looked for inspirational dog houses designs, and they went all in for hours, coloring and cutting the shapes given by the assignment to fit their design. Never would you have imagined a kindergarten homework would be as complex, of course, it wasn’t, they just made it complex because that’s how they are. Seiji wanted to have the best house, who knows maybe he’ll get an award! And Osamu can’t let other parents beat him, so they worked hard until both fell asleep on top of the table, a green heart glued to Osamu’s cheek and the back of an orange crayon poking dangerously close to your son’s mouth. You just had to take a picture of this, the cutest thing you’ve seen in forever.

You forgot lowering your phone’s volume before doing so though, the sound of the picture taken waking Osamu up from his slumber.

He looks at Seiji’s sleeping face right by his own and smiles, looking up at you while taking off his jacket and draping it around the child.

“(Y/N) so, I was thinking. Would you like to work here with me?” this startled you, the thought never crossing your mind. “Truth is, I fired the guy I had as part-time because he kept on eating everything secretly and was a nuisance, so now I have to work alone all day and it’s really hard to do everything at once. There wouldn’t be trust issues between us so you could take on the customers and I can focus in the kitchen. We’ve always made the best team, don’t think thats changed.” you can see the longing in his eyes as he waits for your reply, “Are you for real, Samu? That would be awesome! When would you need me here?” you were more excited to work with him than anything else but must still keep your cool, you can’t leave Seiji on his own so the schedule needs to fit in, that’s always been your problem. “Oh well I open at 10AM and close at 9PM. I would like to have you full time if possible.” he nods in thought, he’s been really struggling and if he wants to make changes to the menu, he needs time, and you helping him would be the best for his shop right now. “All day? I mean that’s fantastic, Samu! But what do I do with Seiji? He goes out of school at 3PM and its a bit far from here.” you walk in circles around the shop, trying to find a way to take this. “Hmmm they should have a school transport, no? They could just drop him here. I actually live here, on the second floor. We can get him settled there and he can chill and do his homework and stuff while we work. How does that sound? I can install a camera and you can check on him with your phone. Of course I’ll take you home at night and make sure you guys are safe.” he walks over to you, pulling you by your waist to stop you from circling his tables like a lion circling pray, pressing you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you lazily. “C’mon, let’s do this together (Y/N). Let’s help each other. We also have to catch up, its been way too long and I wanna spend more time with Seiji, he’s like the coolest kid alive.” you smile at his words, you always knew they would get along.

“Alright, let’s do this.” you look up at him, resting your hands on top of his over your tummy, and his heart soars at the familiarity of it all, he wonders if this is finally the chance he’s been waiting for all his life.

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[wannabedjs]

2003 was an eventful year...Went on a reality tv show ("Anything for Love") which never aired, studies abroad in Guadalajara Mexico, visted Mexico City, and Cuba . A key new chapter in my life. Fairly quickly after starting my job at UCH in 1998 it became quite evident that there was a disconnect between the providers/staff who only spoke English and the sizable patient population that only spoke Spanish. The sole translator was Dr. Michel Choncol, a renal fellow from Venezuela. I've always felt that the monolingual culture of the USA was a disadvantage. Having only taken a couple Spanish classes in high school, I had near zero Spanish skills. I decided to start the process to learn spanish. Taking classes a couple times a week at Colorado Free University and then enrolling at CU Denver into classess for no credit. Over a period of 3-4 years I advanced my spanish vocabulary to hold simple conversations. I knew if I wanted to accelerate my learning I needed to have a dedicated period of immersion. I'd been talking about this plan for a number of months, so when I proposed the idea of taking a 2 month immersive 'sabbatical' in Mexico to my boss and coworker, it was received with support. As a student at CU Denver I was able to enroll in an study abroad program down to Guadalajara, Mexico. Guadalajara is the LA of Mexico (Mexico city being the NYC) and is located in the state of Jalisco (home of tequila, puerto vallarta, mariachi music, and dozens of large scale murals). I lived with a family that had 2 other 'renters" in their central Gudalajara home. One of the other renters was a Japanese guy who didn't speak English and worked as a sushi chef and was a lucha libre on the side.

Wonderful experience as I learned more in 6 weeks of class than I did in the previous 3-4 years of classroom studies in Denver. (The key was not hanging out with the other native English speakers, most of whom were from England. The movie, Y tu mama tambien, had a sizable impact on most of them wanting to learn Spanish). I regularly hung out with the family's young 20ish old daughter and her boyfriend, Diego, who I was pretty sure was part of the cartel. He owned a couple "bars" which were just fields of land where they served cheap beer and had hip hop music. He even had a young dog named "Sixty" (for 69..yep. no lie).

Weekend trips included a memorable evening in a cemetery in Michoacan for noche de muertos. Straight out of Coco.

I had 2 weeks at the end open for travel and full immersion traveling to Spanish speaking cities. Half way thru my time in Guadalajara, I started planning an excursion to Mexico City then Cuba. Mexico City was as lively as advertised and my prep for Cuba seemed rather simple. No US banks in Cuba and they accepted cold hard cash from the USA.

So entering Havana with enough cash to make it for a week vacation in Havana and the beach town Varadero. Loved Havana and a highlight was walking up to the Interior Ministry government building thinking it was maybe some fancy hotel. It has a massive Che Guevera face on the outside with the tag line "Hasta Victoria Siempre." Now I should have researched the area where I was at, but looking over at the building I thought it said "Hotel Victoria Siempre.'....common mistake...one that you realize quickly as you begin walking toward it and fully armed military guards start walking towards you telling you to leave. I was like "Bet!" and high tailed it for some mojitos and grub far away from the plaza.

Varadero is the old Copa Cabana area. Like Vegas, but frozen in the 1960s. Massive hotels (previously casinos) just vacant. I was staying at an all inclusive type hotel with beautiful beaches with many european tourists. Most were topless which made it very difficult to read on the beach. One of the nights the hotel arranged for everyone to go to a nightclub which was all you can drink (For like 20 bucks) and had a full on cuban band with dancers. Kind of like an old supper club, but without food. It was fantastic, the 10+ piece band threw down cuban salsa/conga for hours. Towards the end of the show they invited the crown onto the large stage to dance. So here we are just getting down on the stage (the Italian gals with tops on just didn't look the same..hahaha) and they show ends at like 10ish. Within minutes of them stopping the place goes straight US hip hop club. With the 1st song being "In Da Club"...a very current song at the time.

If that wasn't memorable enough, I had everything planned. for the last 24 hours of my trip. Bus trip to the airport in Havana was scheduled and and I decided to spend the rest of the cash I had on gifts. Cigars, t shirts, foods, random wooden statues, etc. So I get to the airport and check in my bags with plenty of time before take off. As I approach the customs check point, I see that there is a $25 departure fee to leave the country. Again cash only. Problem was I only had like 5 bucks. Now I like to believe I'm relatively calm and collected when it comes to stressful situations. I find it rare that you end up in situation without a solution. Well, this was one of those situations . I had a moment where I was like "Fuck, I don't have a clue how I can make this work?" Then the master plan hit. The Cuban embargo that has kept the country frozen in time circa 1960 also has kept technology away. Common electronics are extremely expensive. SOOOO. I take out my yellow sony-disc man and walk around the airport waving it saying "se vende! Se Vende!" It took a good 30 min, but a dude came up with $20 and I sold him the discman...which got me out of the country. I still have the flight ticket with the PAGO $25 stamp on it.

2003 - peak meet me in the basement rock n roll

The comeback after the post grunge rock-rap (see Woodstock 99) boy band era. Was it all post 9/11?

Elefante, white stripes, broken social scene, strokes, TV on the radio

But also an electro-rock-punk scene w the rapture

No need to listen to- GREATS

OutKast: Speakerboxxx/The Love Below (Arista)

The White Stripes: Elephant (V2)

Radiohead: Hail to the Thief (Capitol) - saw at red rocks

BSS- you forgot it in people

Basement Jaxx: Kish Kash

Postal service- give up

Yo la tango

Belle and sebastian -dear catastrophe

RH factor - hard groove

Erykah badu - world wide

50 cent - get rich or die trying

Sandra Collins - march essential mix w pete tong from Miami winter music fest

Revisits and new finds

Four tet - rounds

- his debut (?) and maybe my fav. Less Asian/Indian influenced

Caribou- up In Flames.

early release with few great tracks.

Elefante - loved them back it 03 and still solid 2000 era rock n roll

Strokes - room on fire. Just the same music as this is it..but who cares? It’s great!

Rapture- Echos. an early release of the budding electro-punk-rock-dance scene (mainly from NYC). 2-3 banging tracks

Tv on the radio- young liars EP 1st

Audio bullys- ego war. Can’t believe this didn’t get on best of lists. A blend of house, punk, British hip hop, and beats. We Don’t Care is one of best tracks of the year.

Decemberists - her majesty. Still catchy and an enjoyable listen. Very 03-y

M83 - really out there with full synths, but a couple tracks which lead to his take off w “Dreaming” almost a decade later

Pernice brothers- these guys! Discovery of the week. Indie/folk/country rocky with a coolness and sincerity . Lyrically stellar

Massive attack 100th window

Death cab- transatlanticism

- was a late comer to DCFC and really didn’t listen to this record til 08ish. Can see why they have a large loyal fan base. My question, ya think they’ve made more money off tv shows and movies that have their music than off their records? Last song end like the 1st begins . So can start anywhere and the album flows if on repeat

New Pornographers: Electric Version (Matador)- catchy pop-indie rock. I probably would have been really into them had I given this record a couple listens back in 03

Massive attack - 100th Window. The OGs of trip hop! F/u to mezzanine from 98’. That alone made this a must listen to. Still their signature sound that resonates through me the same as in 03’. A truly night record. Not many of those in 03

Randomness

Wrens - pitchfork #1. Not good

Jeff Buckley - live at sin e rerelease as 2 CD set. He will always be a part of my musical journey. Maybe the largest part w regards to memories over years and stories

- NYC house of neon(?) during interview for job at montefore

- house sitting for Bud Carlsen (a subconscious influence to me going to CO). and making late night pancakes listening to his music

- late night music!

- heading to Memphis to search for his body with Angela Angstman and Allison

Lots of great music I didn’t get to…

Bad plus

Arab stap

Mad lib invaded blue note

British sea power

Cursive

Ted Leo and pharmacists

Jay z black album

The neptunes - clones

Constantine’s

Memomena

My morning jacket

Kings of Leon

Mogwai- happy songs for happy peeps

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Fever to Tell (Interscope)

The Shins: Chutes Too Narrow (Sub Pop)

Lefty deceiver

PK

[victoriansecret]

While I'm telling embarrassing stories about myself, I may as well tell the most embarrassing. Possibly the most embarrassing story ever. In third grade, the math teacher did a thing where she would write a problem on the white board of each home room, and you had to solve it by the time you got to math class. For me, it was the last period of the day, so I could theoretically do it whenever, although I usually just did it first thing in the morning because I was good at math and found them easy.

Well one day, I think I may have been late to school, and I hadn't done it. I decided I would do it at recess, since I was already planning to stay inside with my friend to play Where In the World is Carmen Sandiego? on the library computers as we often did. I figured I would just go to my next class a couple minutes early and do it then. Except that, as I often do, I got too invested in the game and lost track of time, so I finally realized that I only had about a minute before people started coming back from recess. So I went over to the classroom to do the problem, but then discovered I had a problem of my own: I had to pee very badly. So I'm standing there trying to solve this math equation, hopping foot to foot, too distracted to actually do it. In my memory, it was also the hardest problem she had ever set, but obviously the stress of the situation was making me feel that way. It only got worse as I began to hear footsteps as the kids came back from recess, and I was starting to panic. One of the students was my friend (actually, the same friend as the sleepover party story) who was a boisterous fellow who tended to run through the halls, so he made it back to class before anyone else did and burst through the door of the classroom to where I was. And it startled me enough that, given the situation, I became to wet myself. We stared at each other for a moment, he looked down and realized what was happening, looked up at my horrified face, then turned around running back the way he had come screaming, at the top of his lungs, "[my surname] pissed his pants! [surname] pissed his pants!" I could literally hear him even when he had gone down to the lower floor of the school. And because he was running past all the students returning from outside, they all came to see what was going on and crowded around just inside the door of the classroom, forming a semi-circle around me, everyone staring at me and nobody saying anything. This felt like it lasted several minutes, and finally I could not bear their scrutiny any longer and looked down. But I also could not bear the silence so my stupid ass decided to break it. But the only thing I could think to say was to remark upon the unique stain I had made on the carpet: "It's a whale." I said this in a tiny, broken voice, and everything snapped as everyone started laughing hysterically. I was completely mortified. It was awful. This story became quiet infamous in my school, and I would often be compelled to retell it. Especially a few years later in middle school, when two separate elementary schools combined into one, I was constantly pestered to tell the story to those who hadn't witnessed it first hand. To this day, I would not be surprised if this is what I'm most remembered for amongst most of my classmates.

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[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 5

Jake and MC had been going out for a few weeks now, they had been getting closer and closer as the days went on. The only downside was Phil still wasn't giving up on trying to win back MCs heart. She had told him multiple times that she didn't want anything to do with him. Yet he kept coming back and trying to get her to forgive him for what he did. MC was having none of it. She wasn't going to take his crap anymore; she was willing to stay friends with him but that was it.

Even the thought of staying friends was something she wasn't really sure about but she was willing to try. MC had finished her first class of the morning. She went over to her locker to put away some books and she felt strong arms wrap around her waist. "Jake you're so cute" MC turned round and in shock she saw Phil standing in front of her she quickly pushed him off her. "What the hell Phil?" MC looked at Phil with an angry look spreading across her face. "Hey baby, I just wanted to say hi" Phil stood there with a grin on his face.

"Well I don't want you to come near me stop doing this Phil, when will you just accept it's over I'm with Jake now" Phil continued to stand there with a grin on his face. "We both know it won't last long with him you will come back to me baby" anger was filling up inside MC. "You know what Phil I'm done with this bullshit I'm with Jake, I'm in love with him" a shocked expression landed on Phil's face had he really just heard MC say she loves Jake? Phil didn't know what to say so he quickly walked away. "Is that true? You really love me?" MC turned round and saw Jake standing next to her. "Yes, it's true Jake I love you" Jake couldn't help but smile "I love you to MC" Jake moved closer to MC and kissed her softly on the lips. "We have a free period now if you want to go sit somewhere and make out" MC couldn't help but smile at how perfect Jake is. "I'd love nothing more" Jake took MCs hand and went outside to sit under one of the big blossom trees.

Phil's POV

I can't believe she actually loves that loser. What the hell does she even see in him anyway. She should be with me not him, we should be the ones sitting under a tree making out. I guess I'm just going to have to find a way of splitting them both up. It's the only way I will get MC back with me for good this time. I sit watching them from a classroom window working out my plan of attack. I could tell Jake that MCs have been cheering on him with me? No, that wouldn't work out. I have to think of something else.

I know what I can do. It's the perfect plan. Why didn't I think of this before? In a couple days it's MCs birthday and I know Jake will be planning something special for her. All I have to do is make him as late as possible accidentally bump into her and bingo she will be back in my arms in no time at all.

A grin spread across Phil's face as he was working out everything for his plan to work, he knew their schedule since they had most of their classes together. MCs birthday arrived and she was so excited at getting to spend the day with Jake. They had recently shared how much they loved each other even though it was MCs birthday she had something special planned for Jake. MC waited for Jake outside her house like she does everyday. It had been half an hour and Jake hadn't turned up. MC decided to pull her phone out of her pocket and send him a text.

MC: Hey, where are you? I've been waiting half an hour we're going to be late for class

MC sent the message then put the phone back in her pocket, while she was waiting an unexpected person came over to her. "Happy birthday gorgeous" MC looked up and saw Phil standing there with a grin on his face. "What do you want, Phil?" Phil slid his sunglasses down his nose looking over the tops of them. "I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, where's your lover boy? Not showing up is he?" MC started to get angry at Phil constantly talking. "Just go away Phil I'm waiting for Jake" Phil didn't say anything he just walked away with a grin on his face.

It was starting to get really late and MC was starting to worry, she hadn't been to college she was too worried about Jake. She had been phoning and calling him all day but he never replied once. MC was starting to get even more worried her whole day had been spent waiting for Jake to show.

MC's POV

Jake, where are you? I need you to be okay. You can't do this, not on my birthday we are supposed to be celebrating together. Oh great, here comes the arrogant arsewhole I used to go out with. It's just what I need while I'm worried sick about Jake.

"Hey gorgeous, still no sign of Jake? You know we could do something together if you want" a grin spread across Phil's face. "If you were the last person on earth i still wouldn't want to be with you" MC had a look of concern on her face as she kept checking her phone. Phil noticed how MC was getting more and more worried he started to feel bad for what he had done. "Come with me I know where Jake is" MC had a shocked look on her face. "What!! You knew where he was this whole time" Phil looked down at the ground and kicked the dirt. "Kick my arse later just come with me"

MC followed Phil towards the college building, anger surging through her body. If she hadn't needed Phil to show her where Jake was she would have knocked him out.

The day before MC's birthday

"Hey Jake, how's it going? Got MC a gift yet" Phil stood next to Jake with a smug grin on his face. "What does that have to do with you?" Jake looked at Phil with a confused look on his face. "I've been thinking I want to make things right between us come with me I think I've got the perfect gift for you to give MC" Jake was even more confused than ever what was Phil up to? For some reason he decided to follow him to see what he was really up to. Phil led Jake to a classroom they walked in and Phil led Jake towards the back of the classroom. "I've put her gift in this backroom for safe keeping" Phil stood to one side and pointed to where the gift was. Jake walked into the room to look the next thing he knew Phil had pushed him into the room and locked the door.

Phil and MC arrived at the classroom walking towards the back of the room, "he's in here Phil pulled out a key and unlocked the door" before Phil had a chance to move out of the way Jake came bursting out the room and pinched Phil in the face. "MC!! I'm so sorry baby" MC ran over to Jake and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you okay Jake?" MC still holding on to Jake. "I'm fine MC don't worry, I'm just sorry I missed your birthday" Jake pulled away from MC with a sad expression on his face. MC put two fingers on his chin and lifted his head up and smiled. "It's still my birthday Jake, you haven't missed anything come on let's go we can go back to mine if you want" Jake couldn't help but smile at what MC had said. "I need to go back to mine first I need to pick up your gifts" MC placed a soft kiss on Jake's cheek. "Come on let's go"

MC and Jake left the room hand in hand leaving Phil still laying on the floor, Phil knew what he had done was wrong and he felt bad for what he did. Maybe now he got just how much MC and Jake like each other. Phil pulled himself off the floor and went to clean himself up. Has he come out of the room he dumped into a girl that he hasn't seen before she must have been new. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to walk into you, did I hurt you?" Phil looked into the girls eyes and they were full of happiness. "It's okay you didn't hurt me, by the looks of it your nose didn't win" the girl put a hand on Phil's face to inspect the damage. "Oh that wasn't caused by you, in-kind of did something stupid and my friend punched me in the face. "Say, do you maybe want to go get coffee?" The girl looked hopefully at Phil who had just finished cleaning his nose. "I'd love to, my name's Phil" the girl looked into his eyes and smiled. "My name's Charlie, I know I great place"

Phil and Charlie walked out of the college building together, Phil had never felt like this before. Had he finally experienced what true love was?

[minstarrs]

My biggest mistakes

2022 september 10th, the night before first day of school.

My aunt started to work at a private school as a teacher. She asked me if my father could drop her off on our way to my school.

First mistake i made, i said yes.

2022 september 11th, first day of school

After we dropped her at her school my dad dropped me off too. by the time i came all the seats were taken... except two, one near the class pervert and one near- who is that, is he new? ehh better than the pervert... "Uhhh hi. can i sit here?"

The second and the worst mistake i made, i asked if we could sit together.

2022 october 12th, english class

"Okay guys! since we have exams coming up i've decided to take you all to an amusement park!!" Mrs. Susan said, and she started to ramble about the price, what we needed to do to get a ticket etcetra... Boring... "Bree! you're coming right?" my deskmate Tristan asked, no. i wanted to say... "If my dad lets me of course." fuck, why did i say that. Well no point in deciding aganist it now is it?

Third mistake, i decided to go.

2022 october 17th, math class

"There's a chance that i won't be able to come" i wispered to Tristan. "What!" he wisper-shouted back. "something about not bringing my id in time ig..." i was quite sad, and i didn't know why. "You have to come dude, it won't be fun without you!" he whined like a kid, i smiled at him "Really? No one said that about me before..."

My fourth and most stupitest mistake, i believed him.

2022 october 22nd, on the bus before going to the amusement park

Tristan looked around, not seeing an empty seat next to his friends he turned to me. "Hey is this seat taken? " he asked "nope, noone wanted to sit with me." i said "Cool! I'll get to sit with you then" I didn't say anything. He spoke again "You play **** right? Why don't we play together?" "Sure! I was planning on sleeping but this seems way more fun" we played that game untill we reached the amusement park.

Fifth mistake, why did i even bother playing with him

2022 november 11th, free period

Me and my friends were talking about how weird and horrible the boys in our class was. Aliyah started to talk "You know Bree, you and Tristan are really alike! it's like he's your genderbent version!" oh how i wish she had never spoken at all. "You think so?" "Hmhmm! It's like you two were made for each other!" okay now you've gone too far.

The sixth mistake, why would you start crushing on him just because of a sentence.

2022 november 25th, p.e. class

Everyone was outside, i was on my period so i got permission from the teacher to stay inside. While i was looking at my phone Tristan entered the classroom, i quickly hid my phone. "What are you doing here?" i asked as he walked to his seat (the teacher split our desks bc he wanted to sit with his friend) "Just needed some water." he drank from the bottle "Why are you here shouldn't everyone be outside?" i got embarrassed "My stomach hursts so bad, so i stayed here." He got closer to the desk i ws sitting on. Putting his hand on my cheek and my neck "You don't have a fever." "No shit sherlock, if i did then i would be home by now." "Rude. anyways i need to get going or Mr. Williams gonna be up at my ass..." As he walked away i took my phone out, opened intagram and posted a story. I wrote "how can someone be this captivating?" on a black screen.

Seventh mistake, why would you even post that?

2022 december 5th, lunch break

It was cold, i was sleeping on my desk with my hood on. I was never a heavy sleeper, so the slightest change would wake me up. Someone pulled my hood off and started to pet my head, playing with my hair. I thought it was one of my friends and i liked people playing with my hair so i didn't budge. When the patting stopped i lifted my head to see Tristan. He seemed embarrassed when i looked at him.

My eighth mistake, i thought this meant something.

You know everything stopped after new years. Everything we had, gone in an instant. The long stares, romantic gestures, gifts, playing video games together. Because he found diffrent people to hang out with, because he ruined his sweet personality just to be included.

When i was little kid my mom would be like "choose your friends wisely, they could ruin your life." i didn't belive her then but seeing these with my own eyes i believed her more than ever.

I still think about him these days... Not because i still have feelings for him, no. (those were gone the moment he became friends with my bullies.) But i think about how he will regret everything he did in the future, how he started to ruin his life at such a young age, and how did my sweet boy turned into a heartless, vape addicted, rude guy.

I know for sure he won't read this and even if he does there's no way he'll understand a thing. But here's something for you. You were my first -and hopefully last- crush. I really hope you're doing well. Oh and i was the one who put that "free kisses" ticket in your locker. It's been in my phonecase for a long time now how come you never noticed it lmao?

With love and well wishes -Mins

(Little ps. All the names in this story has been changed bc i don't wanna be recognized plus they were not english names. Thx for reading!!🤍🤍)

[vegaistrying]

I'm tired.

In 2016 I began a technical course in Administration on a public school. It was free and not something bad to have in my resume, so why not?

Thing is, I worked at a supermarket that didn't give a shit about me, with an abusive boss and severe pain issues that where driving me into the worst depression I ever had. My body and mind couldn't take the abuse of sleeping 6 hours a day at best for 15 hours of non stop activities 4 days a week, plus working on weekends and having a whole apartment to care for on my day off. I had little space for any hobbies or playing something and exercising was completely off the table because I didn't have time for it.

So I paused the course at the last of 3 semesters, decided to go to the gym and try to take some care of myself, which didn't go great, but that's a story for another time.

Last year I decided to get back to it. For some reason, I really believed it would be great for me. Classes would begin in March this year, and the shitty job I got fired me in the end of February when I asked more firmly (I was trying to get this solved since September when I was hired) to come in a few hours earlier so I could take the classes, which sucked but this was supposed to be worth it.

But since life is a bitch, in the very first week of the course I fell and twisted my knee pretty bad. Walking was extremely hard and painful so going to class was impossible and even seeing my super swallowed and bruised leg and foot the doctor I went to gave me a sick note for ONE DAY and only because I insisted really really hard. I tried to go to class as much as possible throughout March, but it wasn't possible to go everyday.

We have 60 periods per subject of the semester, requiring 75% presence in order to be approved (plus the tests and essays), meaning that you can only have 15 absences per subject. Most of them have 2~3 periods a day, 45min each. March had 5 weeks. I got 15 absences in the same subject throughout March, none contemplated by my sick note.

Unaware of this, because no one at the school would help me check my frequency, in April I went home early one day because I got my period and had no pads on me. I got two more absences on the subject, totalizing 17. I was reproved, then and there and in 1 and a half months after NO ONE realized it. And they can't even say it was my responsibility and my fault no one saw it because I asked the teachers and the school advisor to help me, was informed that they would check and if there was an issue they would let me know but if nothing was said it was all good. No one talked to me about it again.

I kept asking, because I knew there was no way I loose almost a month of classes and get away with it, until yesterday a classmate, in a totally unrelated conversation, showed me an app we can see our absences and grades. It took me 2 minutes to realize I was fucked since early April, and even worse after. But not that bad, I thought, because I should be able to finish the other subjects and do only this one again next semester according to what I was told. But life hates me, you know? This changed last year and I had been misinformed by the school assistant.

I have been struggling, spending money I don't have and puting so much effort into something that was doomed for reasons out of my control. I want to keep living, I want to keep going but every day it's harder and harder to find how to do it, frustration after frustration, the more I struggle the deeper I get into this waking nightmare.

If I don't get a job until half of June, I will have to do this all again. I hate this classes, I hate going there and staying in that cold, stinky classroom full of people that are so noisy I can't hear my own thoughts, struggling to make essays I don't understand how to format because I want to get this over with just to have my hopes crushed by the unluckiness of twisting my knee and the neglect of others.

If I don't get a job until the beginning of next year, I will give up on getting a stable job like my family wants and trow myself back at SW, even if it costs my living space and a lot of anxiety (because my family is shit, being a SW was one of the best times of my life until I was forced to give it up).

I won't give up. As hard as it gets, I just won't give up.