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intrusive thoughts anon!
to answer you question, well ig it really depends on how you do it. if you do it well enough, the students dont notice. like ny bsfs from my olf school, we became friends cz our chemistry teacher took the 5 students who worked the best and just slapped us together in group projects.
but ig its mainly because 1) your attention wouldnt need to be contantly diverted across a multitude of different groups 2) some kids genuinely just dont like it.
the main thing to consider is the fact that theyre middle schoolers, if the smart ones realise oh, this kid in my group knows nothing, bullying could start.
if the slightly less advanced kid realises that the smarter kid is weaker than them of sorts, they can manipulate the situation.
but most of all, its important to realise that those chidlren are still kids, and teaching is technically the teacher's job.
this is smtjng ive struggles with alot in my life, im considerably smart in the subjects which matter (eng+maths+sciences) and am usually paired/grouped with kids who genuinely know nothing at all. its not even like theyre having a hard time, like no, theyre having a hard time AND they just dont want to listen to a fellow classmate.
some chidlrens egos surpass their need to learn and often times children just dont feel comfortable speaking up.
as an example in english (i have the top grades) the teavher always groups me with the girl who, ik i shouldn't say this, but is the BIGGEST pick me, like the entire lesson shes laughing at non existent jokes from guys and flirting with the two other guys in our group, talking over me continuously like girl im trying to make you guys understand. and then one guy whos failing all his subjects and a guy who's ego is thru the roof cz practically every girl likes him.
what do i get out of the lesson? nothing. im tired and drained and the teacher is like oh wow they did the work today😃 like girl pls bsfr
but as compared to having a group of all smart learners together, they'll either do their work silently if they dont like eachother or otherwise discuss topics together and argue/debate in a way which stimulates the mind.
HOWEVERRRR at the end, i, 100%, stand by friendgrps as groups. mostly they're either a grouo of like minded people or a group of a mix. they have good communication, they joke around ehile they work, they have fun, pick up where the other lacks and overall enjoy the learning process.
but, at the end, its important to remember that ecery classroom is different, all children vary. get acquainted eith your children and eho knows maybe diverse groups work best for them!
(also the against diverse group sentiment is not only something ehich ive observed but also something that my mother reiterated when i told her. for reference shes been teaching middle schoolers for 20+ years, is a mentor at her school and has been offered the principal position)
also at the end but this reminded me, my mother once said that she prefers non diverse groups because the smart kids usuallu get done earlier and she keeps extra activities planned for them which are more challenging so theyre not sitting free and disrupting the class, however when theyre in a group, they start to get frustrated because the rest of group doesnt work the same pace as them.
kids love to be challenged, the smart kids eill have people next to them that are working in relatively the same speed and eill try to surpass the others. the medium people will also be working at somehwat the same oace and these will be the children who will usually talk and discuss to figure out answers, likewise with the academically challenged kids.
also this reminds me. usually what my friend and i do when we're put in a diverse group is just do all the work and let the others copy from us whilst telling ehat few little things to change so it doesn't look TOO copied yk.
which obviously goes against the entire point and alot of children do this, ive done this myself and have also been oart of the copying group.
middle schoolers want to do everything in a eay that takes the least effort possible
idk if this was too long or even helpful but i tried.
oh and im okay (ish) rn
No, not too long at all, and super helpful! Honestly, I love hearing opinions about this stuff, especially from students, because they're the ones doing the learning! So like...I want to know how to help!
You're right that diverse groups aren't always beneficial, and I agree that higher-level learners tend to get sort of...left out, I guess? When it comes to being challenged. I love the idea of having challenging things for them to do when they're done, I'm definitely going to use that. And you're right that teaching is the teacher's job, and I think that we forget that it's not okay to always rely on the higher level students, so thank you for reminding me <3
Also, thank you for taking the time to write all of this out. It means the world to me! I think I'm gonna print out all of these advice things and keep them in a folder on my desk...
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Kuscheln
Ich will Kuscheln! Geben!
I want cuddles! Give!
Everyone meet Mavis! A new OC. Mavis is a sphinx cat mutant/yokai. Mavis will be in both a short comic featuring bayverse Donatello and be a character in my TMNT AU/Iteration. He's very clingy and loves to cuddle. He will make this face to get his cuddles. He moved to NYC from Deutschland/Germany and speaks both Deutsch/German and English.
Having this character speak primarily Deutsch is my motivation to keep up with my lessons (besides Duolingo knowing where I live/j).
I'm still in the early learning of Deutsch and anyone that speaks Deutsch and sees any mistakes pls let me know. Thank you! /Gen
I'm considering turning this into a sticker.
Also showcasing the main turtles from my TMNT AU/Iteration. I was designing their rooms and ended up drawing lil chibis of them.
Donatello, Leonardo, Michelangelo and Raphael are still in this AU/Iteration and are still the 4 turtle heros that protect NYC. These beans live along with many other characters in another state. They all do eventually meet. The main story revolves around these turts and their family.
Poe and Hall's are twin turtles that were born as conjoined twins. The shell on their back was one whole piece. As they grew older their shell began to become more distinct. After the incident Lillie Mae decided it was best to have the two surgically separated. Poe is a quiet turt and usually only talks to Hall, though they do like to go and train with Lacks so they've become more comfortable talking with him. Poe is into writing poetry and drawing. Hall loves to talk with everyone about pretty much everything. She loves to learn and will gladly tell you all about her recent discoveries. Hall is into anything and everything science.
Thurgood, while an amazing prankster, is very serious when it comes to being the leader of the group. He also makes sure while he's stern he's also fair and caring of his siblings. Holds them accountable for things while also encouraging them to and giving them advice on how to. He's learned how to be a good leader from Frederick, how to be kind and understanding from Lillie Mae, and how to not take shi- from anyone and how to be cool and collected from Nocturna.
Billie is the big sister and single mom of the group. Family is her top priority. She likes to make sure while being a big sis and mom she also makes sure everyone gets to live their best lives. Yeah sure they're supposed to be heros and serious but she'll be damned if they don't get to have a good life while they can. She loves to sing and Zappa (her son) has taken an interest in music because of it and loves to play the drums on everything.
Lacks is the medic/Dr/nurse/etc (basically anything medical) of the group. He makes sure to take care of everyone that comes into his care. He'll make sure that you leave better than how you came in. He was taught how to be a medic by a med student that had been staying with the family when they were all younger. The med student after she graduated continued to teach Lacks all she knew and gave him all her old textbooks. Whenever he has questions or needs help he will call her to get help/advice with what he's dealing with.
Divine is the fashionista/make-up artist/therapist of the group. Whatever you need he'll be there. He designed the clothes his family wears special so that they can fit perfectly with their mutant/yokai bodies while also looking fabulous! He's also the turtle everyone goes to when they need to talk things out or need advice. He enjoys doing drag when he has a chance. He also loves to draw with Poe and sing with Billie and Zappa.
Can't wait to share the comics with y'all. Much love!! 💜✨
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CONGRATS ON 2K YOU TALENTED HUMAN!! You deserve all that and more and I’m so happy to be able to call you my friend bc omg!! I am so proud of you and gosh you are just you are so wonderful I could cry! I love you!! Could I partake in the hall of mirrors + 💕 ( male pls? ) I am 21 year old straight female, she/her pronouns, I’m 5’1” with somewhat long dirty blonde/brown hair, I’m curvy and I should be wearing glasses but alas I do not. I like having my nails painted either black or red or both. My style is a mix of girly and gothic, I wear lots of skirts and dresses and frilly socks but also fishnets and dark colors and jackets or flannels.
PERSONALITY: I think I’m infp and enfp? I’m mature when I need to be and quiet, but once you get to know me I’m bubbly and weird. I have pretty bad anxiety so I will get nervous over everything and anything, I’m paranoid as well at times. I love making others laugh and happy, I can be awkward at times also but I cope with humor. I try to help everyone around me, I shove my feelings to the side most of the time if someone needs help- often times putting others before myself. I guess in certain aspects I’m kinda nerdy??
INTERESTS/HOBBIES: I love animals, gardening, reading and writing, painting, musical theatre which I’ve done for ten years. I love to sing dance and act, help others, I enjoy raising caterpillars into butterflies. music ( Lana del rey, imagine dragons, mother mother, show tunes, poor man’s poison, fall out boy, etc ) I like collecting things like pins or random nicnacs.
if I wrote too much I am sorry okay I love you thank you I kiss your forehead
you have written the perfect amount, my love <3
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 2k follower celebration event ongoing! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗
ooooh okay, so i can imagine you having taken a job working in the library even while at school, chatting away to the middle school's biology teacher about how excited you are for the upcoming spring season to start collecting this year's caterpillars when they suggest you work with them to make their lessons a little more interactive. you manage to convince the head librarian to give you a corner of the room that you can dedicate to making a little display about the life cycle of the butterfly, along with an enclosure of caterpillars that eventually grow, which opens up a whole new job for you - curator of the exhibit area.
you're obviously kept busy during school hours, but there's one particular group of young boys who obsess over your displays, always eager to learn the science behind things. they're almost always chaperoned by jonathan byers from some of your classes at school. at first, he goes out of his way to make sure he never looks up at you, which you sort-of understand since he's always kept to himself in school.
but the more he watches you explaining things to his brother and his friends, the more intrigued he is by you. one day, he's passing your desk in class when he drops a little something onto it. a pin of a monarch butterfly that he eventually mutters to you that he saw on display in a shop. he's especially happy to see it attached to your schoolbag.
over time, he collects more pins to give to you, at first just based on the displays you've put on at work, but with every gift, you're given the chance to open up to him a little bit more each time about your personal interests, too, though it takes even longer to get him to talk about himself, too.
he doesn't seem to realise for the first few times, that every time you've invited him to hang out outside of school or work are intended as dates. it's only on the third time you've sat in his car with him until the sun sets, with no inkling from him that he feels the same way about you, that you flat out apologise for not being on the same page as him, that you've taken the hint and you'll try and be a bit more distant since whatever you're putting out is not being picked up. halfway through your sentence, he takes your face in his hands and kisses you, replacing your apologies with his own for not believing someone like you could see him that way.
#*2kcelebration#fic: jonathan b#can you tell i'm a big jonathan fan lmao#when he's separated from being an obvious self insert for the duffel bags#shhh shhhhhh fanon jon's my babygirl <3
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Hello! If it's alright with you may I request a member pairing with txt?
My age is 19 (I'm a sun Scorpio and my MBTI is INTJ-T) (age gaps are fine as long as they aren't more than 6 years older)
Hobbies: I like to sing (My mom made me take 7 years worth of vocal lessons). I also like to paint and sketch in my free time. When I was young my dad taught me how to make a motor out of scratch and because of that I ended up really interesting in playing around with wires and stuff and ended up learning how to engineer basic devices and stuff.. this became a hobby as I grew up. I also play alot of games (currently hooked on Genshin impact). Also does watching anime count as a hobby? Because I love watching anime and reading manga
Likes: I like math...I like math because I am good at it (This is honestly my biggest flex istg). I like science as well cuz it interests me alot. I like anime, manga, webtoons and music. I'm a pretty open minded person so I like alot of stuff and never really say no to anything. Another thing that I love is anything to do with horror. Watching horror movies, playing horror games ( My childhood was basically Five nights at Freddy's), reading horror webtoons, etc. I also LOVE being praised.. words of affirmation is my love language istg.
Dislikes: The education system. It's so annoying because it's so stressful for no apparent reason. I also hate mint chocolate, seafood, tomatoes ( I am a horribly picky eater), i don't even like milk products that much (ice cream is an exception).
A little about me: I am currently studying aerospace engineering. It's going pretty fun. I am an extremely introverted person and I don't usually go out much and I prefer to stay home. I am pretty chill and easygoing. My friends like to call me cute so I guess I have a cute face. I am the kind of person who loves deep conversations and I love discussing theories with people. I like it when people take the time to listen to me. I usually come off as a little cold initially because I am not much of a talker but after I get to know the person I feel more comfortable being myself
A fun fact about me: I am quite the handyman, turns out I have a knack for fixing furniture so whenever a chair or table breaks or my mom wants me to put up a shelf she calls me.
I'm sorry if it's too long I hope it doesn't inconvenience you in any way
anon can we pls pls be friends u seem so cool ㅠㅠ
anyways why do i feel like Taehyun is your ideal partner? pretty sure he loves how good at painting you are , and he even volunteers to learn how to paint from you. Taehyun would cook while he places u by lifting you over the countertop and listening to talk about anything. He's gonna come over anytime in between and interrupt you with a kiss and a puppy smile and go back to cooking like nothing happened ? wow really he is the total package istg . He also loves handsy you are he absolutely adores the fact that you are so good at everything and subtly shows off to his members how talented and so artsy you are ? and they're like we know taehyun can u guys marry already ㅠㅠ
taehyun loves walks along the beach or near han river so whenever he has a bad day he's gonna listen to you talk all night just enjoying the feeling of your hands against his calming night breeze and what else could he ask for ?
#txt imagines#txt reaction#txt fluff#taehyun x reader#taehyun fluff#txt fanfic#💌 — mailbox#— anon#matchmaker bella#bella answers^^
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OKAY so i just realised we’re both the same age (18 yrs) which is crazy bc we’re both enfp 🤧🤧 BUT ALSO!! you’re a computer science and art major?? that’s so cool!! 🤩🤩 i feel like if i didn’t end up studying biomed i would have given either art or english lit a go.. unfortunately I’m no good at computers bc i’m old woman coded (*insert sunghoon’s iconic “old man”) 🤓
but anyway! how’s reading going? i remember reading pride and prejudice after my english teacher in high school gave it to me to read… sigh those were the days 😩 i loved it tho!! 🤭🤭🤭 which probably explains why i’m so obsessed over won’s isekai fic (yep I did indeed coin that term thank you very much and am proud of it 🤓) and your royals series, bc they have the period romance going on 🤣🤣🤣
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Omg rlly ?! finally i found a 04liner too 😭😭 lol I couldn't find a 04 in my friend group before, most of them are 05 and 07- so I am literally a grandma 🥲 ANYWAYS IM SO HAPPY TO KNOW THIS HEHE<3 AND WAIT BIOMED?? THATS LIKE SO SO FREAKING COOL U GOTTA BE KIDDING ME- but it's okay, you can always go for it someday in the future! there's no limit to learning new stuffs :)) and lol old woman coded 😭😭 pls that's like the same as me saying that I'm a grandma- please we share the same braincells?? hoon should join too 🗿🗿
and i had completed my 30min reading today! it's a Japanese book translated to English tho, it's quite difficult but i could manage it! so after reading, imma move on to my writing lessons :D AND OH PRIDE AND PREJUDICE- i have a 5-book collections of Jane Austen !! And waaah it's so nice to hear that you enjoyed it !! was it your favourite book from Jane Austen tho? AND YES HAHA IT IS YOURS, THE TERM BELONG TO U ANONNIE >:)) it was easier to call it that way LOL
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The Literal Big Dick Energy
Okay, before we start, let me explain myself. I’m taking Biology right now and I hate it, so we are studying aerobic respiration in cells. I had lecture last night and it fried my brain so on the way home, I was just giddily thinking about well...this and your welcome.
I’m not gonna lie this may be just crack at this point, but I love it and I hope you all do too. Enjoy some Felix the Science Guy fluff as you come to understand literal big dick energy.
For @delta-roseblr who miraculously likes my fics of her boys. Thank you for creating my two favorite bois.
“So, cells have dicks too...good to know.” Felix almost spat out the water in his mouth at Dean’s comment. He sputtered and managed to swallow down the liquid in his mouth before it was snorted out of his nose. He had no clue what his boyfriend was talking about but whatever it was, it sounded at least mildly entertaining.
“I’m sorry, but what the hell?” Felix snorted and gazed at the senior who was sitting on the floor across from him with a smile. Dean was looking at the large biology textbook with mild curiosity. It was the most interest Dean had actually shown in the thin pages of Brooker’s Biology 4th Edition all year, not that Felix really cared, even if he looked almost alluring while doing it.
Dean quirked an eyebrow and turned the thick book to face Felix, pointing at the picture of the page that they were on, “Man, You can’t tell me that ain’t a dick.” Dean chuckled, “See, it’s literally a dick.”
Felix felt himself smile and tried not to laugh too hard, “I know what a dick looks like, Dean.”
“Then you can’t deny that that, Felix, is a cell dick.”
Felix couldn’t help the laughter that came from between his lips, “Oh god, you’re hopeless. We’re studying metabolism.”
“Hey, fucking burns calories.” Dean grinned at him leaned closer to him over the coffee table that sat between them.
“True, but cells don’t fuck.”
“Obviously they do somewhat because we went at it this morning.”
“We’re made of cells, Stupid,” Felix reached out and flicked Dean’s nose lightly, “Cells themselves don’t fuck, remember? They go through mitosis.”
“Right, right,” Dean rolled his eyes playfully, “Why are we learning about cell dicks again?”
“Metabolism,” Felix pointed at the big bolded green letters stamped across the page, “More specifically, cellular respiration.”
“Sounds boring,” Dean’s blonde hair shifted over into his eyes for a brief moment as he leaned his head into his hand that was propped up on the table. He gave a small puff to move blonde curl out of his blue eyes and smiled lazily at Felix. Damn, Dean was hot.
“Boring, but important.”
“They always say that though,” Dean hummed, “Every teacher always says everything they are teaching you is important, what makes this any different?”
“Well, for starters, it allows you to survive. And play soccer. And read books. And write articles,” Felix grinned back at his boyfriend, “And it allows both of us to fuck, so I’d say it’s pretty substantial on the importance scale.”
Dean hummed once more and sat up, “Gods forbid we weren’t able to fuck, Felix.” He looked back down at the textbook again and his eyebrows scrunched together, “This still doesn't make any sense though.”
Felix shook his head a little and rolled his eyes, “Staring at a page isn’t gonna help you. That’s why you failed the first time around and why I’m here.” He chuckled and leaned over to point at the first picture in the series of the pictures on the page of text in front of Dean, “We start here with aerobic respiration. It’s the most common way that humans generate energy or…”
Dean blinked at him for a second before saying, “ATP?”
“That’s right! For humans to generate ATP from the food they consume.” Felix hummed, “This is how all of that happens.”
Dean nodded slowly and began twirling the pen he had been holding around his fingers, “Okay...what's with all the arrows?”
“We’ll get to that in a second,” Felix moved his finger over to the set chemical equation above the first picture, “You’ve taken chem before right?” He sure to God hoped Dean had. It’d make things ten times easier if he did.
“Yeah,” Dean smiled, “I recognize the equation. C2H12O6 + 6O2 → 6CO2 + 6H2O. That’s...a lot of Oxygen.”
Felix felt a small weight lift off his shoulders. Thank god he would not have to explain how chemistry worked on top of it to Dean. Dean was incredibly smart, but science seemed to fly right over his head half the time, “That’s what makes ATP.”
“Doesn’t seem to hard…” Dean cocked his head to the side, “But, it's harder than it looks, right?”
Felix shrugged, “Not hard, just complex...” He reached across Dean’s crappy coffee table and grabbed the notebook that was sitting in front of Dean and flipped to a blank page before tossing it sideways between them. He grabbed the black pen that Dean had been twirling in his fingers and wrote in big letters in the margin ‘AEROBIC RESPIRATION FOR SUCKAS’, “I hate the book's pictures anyways. Makes things more complicated.”
“Aerobic respiration for suckas?” Dean snorted, “Should I be offended?”
“You can if you want to, but let's be real, you are a sucka.” Felix quickly wrote out “Stage 1” in the left corner of the page, “You remember what the first stage is?”
Dean was quiet for a second before answering, “Glycogen? Glyco...something?”
“Close. It’s called Glycolysis,” Felix quickly scribbled that down before looking back up at Dean, “It’s called that because we start with glucose and then turn it into another thing.”
“Seems easy peasy to remember, that way.”
“Yep, glycolysis has 10 steps--”
“Fuck!”
“--but we just have to know the basic parts of it.” Felix smiled softly, “It takes place in the cytoplasm.”
“The green stuff!” Dean chimed in.
“The green stuff. We start with glucose,” Felix wrote on the page as he talked, “Which has 6 carbons.”
“And we have to make sure we have all our carbons by the end of it.” Dean took the pen from Felix’s hand and drew an arrow along the page and wrote a small ‘6C’ at the end of it.
“Right. So we do all these ten steps, and at the end, our glucose turns into…”
“Pyruvate, right?”
“Yep, but instead of just one pyruvate, it turns into two.”
Dean wrote it down and snorted, “Pyruvate...it's such a funny word. If you say it slow, it sounds even funnier. Pyyyruuuuvaaate. It's so funny but so eloquent. It's kind of intoxicating the more you say it you know.”
“Only you would say that.” Felix groaned halfheartedly.
“You’re dating a guy who wants to be a journalist...do you expect anything less?”
“We went from ‘cells have dicks’ to ‘eloquent and intoxicating’ within seconds.” Felix pointed out with a smirk.
“Writers...we go from 0 to 100 really fast,” Dean shrugged, “Just a fact. One minute we’re talking about breathtaking scenery, next thing you know we’re making dick jokes. Keeps the fun alive.”
Felix shook his head and rolled his eyes, but continued to smile, “It's a good thing you’re hot, you know that, right?”
“Has its perks,” Dean gave him the shit-eating grin that Felix couldn’t help but be a little turned on by. It was just that morning Dean had been wearing that expression as he hovered over Felix, his golden hair being rumpled from sleeping and his freckled skin shining like flecks of gold in the morning sunlight that poured in from Dean’s bedroom window. Even now, in the soft glow of the overhead light that Dean had flipped on when they had come into the living room after practice, Dean looked so perfect with his floppy blonde hair and big blue eyes and dashing smile. If Felix didn’t find Dean so damn beautiful, he’d almost be jealous of him.
“‘Another important thing to remember, “Felix said, stealing Dean’s pen back, “We have to talk about oxidation. It’s important later on.”
“Let me guess, it has to do with Oxygen?”
“Sorta, but not really,” Felix flipped a few pages back in the textbook and pointed at another weird looking diagram, “The important part to remember is that oxidation happens when one compound loses electrons and those electrons are picked up by another compound.”
“That sounds...intense…” Dean frowned a little as he looked at the picture.
“It’s the chemical equivalent of Zayn leaving One Direction, only to come back a few months later and do a track with Taylor Swift.”
Dean stared at him for a moment, “I don’t know what’s weirder, the fact that you used that example or the fact that you know a member of One Direction besides Harry Styles, who’s like the Justin Timberlake of the group.”
“You can thank my sister for that,” Felix looked up at Dean with a look that was almost pitying, “She’s obsessed with them...or at least she was.”
Dean smiled at him again, “Well, God bless.”
“Yeah, so you get the idea. Oxidation means one compound loses those electrons and reduction happens when those electrons are picked up. In this case, they’re being picked up by a compound called NAD+.”
“Which becomes NADH, when it's reduced.” Dean looked over at him unsurely.
“Yep.”
Dean let out a soft breath and nodded, “It’s starting to come back to me.”
“In glycolysis, that happens to two NAD+ molecules and those leave the equation and go off to the cell dick.”
Dean grinned, “You can’t stop thinking about that now, can you? Who has their head in the gutter now?”
“Shut the fuck up, dude,” Felix flipped back to the page with the Glycolysis demonstration on it, “ The other two things you need to know about this is that it produced two sets of ATP and leaves us with two Pyruvate molecules.”
“All ten steps for two ATP?” Dean blinked at him, “That’s bullshit. I’m calling it out for our cells but what a rip-off.”
“Just wait till we get to the Krebs cycle.” Felix chuckled and then slid his finger down to the next picture, “We have to go through the Pyruvate breakdown cycle first.”
Dean glanced down at the picture before looking back up at Felix, “It looks too simple.”
“That’s because it is. One step, one enzyme, pretty straightforward. We generate two more NADHs and turn Pyruvate into Acetyl CoA but that's about it.”
“That’s underwhelming,” Dean hummed, “Like the Krist Novoselic of the cycle. The Jensen Ackles before Supernatural. The Peggy Schyluar of anything.”
Felix cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend, “Hamilton? Really?”
“What?” Dean looked down, his freckled cheeks turning a little red, “It’s catchy.”
Felix rolled his eyes and nudged Dean’s foot with his own under the coffee table, “Yeah, its the Peggy of the cycle.”
“While it's sweet and important, like Peggy,” Dean hummed, “It definitely doesn’t have big dick energy either.”
Felix reached over and flicked Dean’s nose, “Dude, no. Just no. Don’t be one of those guys.”
“I’m not wrong though.”
“No, but...just no. After Pyruvate gets turned into Acetyl CoA,” Felix made a quick note on the paper of where they were, “We go into the Krebs cycle which is just as ridiculous if not more than Glycolysis.”
“Oh goody,” Dean pulled a face, “Just what we need.”
“Long story short, you have the Acetyl CoA get down and dirty with another compound, they have two NADH kids, two FADH2 kids and then pop out another set of ATP before the Acetyl CoA divorces the compound and has a midlife crisis where it becomes carbon dioxide.”
“Must’ve been one hell of a night.”
“Saying since the carbon dioxide is then breathed out through our lungs, I’d say so.”
“Still, all three cycles for just four ATP. What the fuck is wrong with us?” Dean groaned and flopped his head down to lay on top of Felix’s hand that was pointing at the complicated pictures their textbook was offering. He was happy that Felix was able to put up with him when it came to biology. He was a lot easier to follow than Will, who almost always got so excited he forgot that Dean had no clue what any of the things he rambled about meant. Felix always made studying more fun and didn’t seem to mind explaining things to him in ways that he could understand. Plus, it meant that he got to watch Felix teach, which he always looked incredibly sexy doing. The way his lips would curl into a gentle smile as he talked, the way his eyebrows would scrunch together in concentration and the teasing tone in his voice as he talked always made Dean pay attention better than he ever could to the witch that taught Biology to them at school.
“That’s where our cell dick comes into play.” Felix’s fingers played with Dean’s hair softly as his voice came out with amusement.
Dean peeked up at him through his bangs and couldn’t help but smile at him as he turned to place a kiss on Felix’s knuckles, “Now we’re getting to the interesting part. Cell fuckery.” He sat up and looked down at the picture of the last picture on the page where a giant ATP Synthase was pictured in all its cell dick glory.
Felix snorted, “I can’t believe you just said, cell fuckery.”
“Dude, we’ve been over this…” Dean grinned as he pointed at the picture and cocked an eyebrow, “It’s a cell dick. Look at it!”
“And now I’m gonna teach you how it works,”
Dean chuckled, “I’m pretty sure I know how a dick works, Felix.” Dean scoffed before blushing again, “I already got the speech with the cucumber demonstration, thanks.”
Felix let out a laugh, “Oh god. Dude, I don’t need the image of your Aunt doing anything phallic like with cucumbers.”
Dean went a deeper red, “Gross. I don’t need that image either.”
“Remember all those NADH and FADH2 we had to wander off?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, they’ve all come to worship the cell dick by giving it their electrons.”
Dean snorted, “Sounds like a party...like every single drunk groupie at any rock concert ever, but I mean, whatever floats their boat right?”
“The electrons go through a series of proteins called the Electron Transport chain and every other protein they go through lets out a set number of Hydrogen ions when they pass through. Once the electrons reach the end, they get picked up by Oxygen and Hydrogen and they all get married and make water.”
“At least they are happy... ”
Felix smiled, “And then, all those Hydrogen ions come back in through the ATP Synthase, aka the cell dick.”
Dean’s eyes went big, “Uhm...that doesn’t...I don’t care if they’re cells, they shouldn’t be putting anything through their dick period.”
Felix snorted and reached for his bottle of water, taking a swig, “Dude, think of it like incredibly quick foreplay. These cells are like virgins being turned on for the first time, the Hydrogen ions make it go quickly and then--”
“They spew…” Dean finished as he grabbed his own water and took a sip.
“The cell dick begins to spin,”
“Wait!,” Dean nearly spewed water across their books as he laughed, “Their equipment spins?!”
“Yeah. It spins and then cums ATP.” Felix chuckled, “Lots of ATP. Like 28 ATPs at once.”
“Damn,” Dean shook his head with a smile on his face, “That’s literal big dick energy.”
Incase yall needed a little big cell dick energy, here ya go.
As always, thank you to Delta for creating her boys and shout out to my bio prof who sorta inspirted this. If you hadn;t unknowingly drawn a giant dick on the board last night I wouldn’t be hysterically giddy at this point.
If your a Delix hoe like I am, you can check out my other Delix ficlets under my Delix tag.
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can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?
A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!
This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!
Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.
Today was not Y/N day.
First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.
He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.
She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.
She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.
Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.
The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.
“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.
“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.
“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.
“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.
After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.
They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.
She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.
“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.
“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.
“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.
“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.
“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.
“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.
“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.
“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.
“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.
“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.
The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.
“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.
“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.
“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.
“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.
“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.
“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.
“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.
“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.
“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.
“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.
“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.
“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.
“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.
“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.
“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.
“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.
“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.
“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.
“Harry!”
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liability → draco malfoy
DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which y/n slips herself weak love potion daily to get through the wretched sadness she feels she can’t escape. in her mind, she’s a liability. and unbeknownst to her, draco malfoy feels the same.
PAIRING ⌙ draco x fem!reader
WORD COUNT ⌙ 3.2k
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tw for depression ; something i have so please know i understand if you’re going through it. my messages are always open if you need a friend. be good to yourself and if this may trigger you pls don’t read it. all the love, olivia <3
pls enjoy this angst, and also please ignore the science behind love potions in this fic.
after cedric had been killed, life for you wasn’t the same. the two of you were the best of friends. you did absolutely everything together. cedric helped you be the very best you.
after him, life seemed grey, dull, and monotonous. you didn’t have anyone to talk to.
your friends pulled back from you and said they made a mistake thinking they could take you on, and you understood. some days you could be so happy and carefree and the very next minute you drifted into the dark abyss that was your mind. you were a little much, for everyone.
over the summer you began reading to take your mind off of cedric. well, not him, just what happened. you forced yourself to read every book in your home. from books about the stars, to poetry, to books on theories, and finally your textbooks.
it was one of the hottest days of summer when you came across the chapter on love potions. it gave you an idea. the chapter clearly stated that the drinker of the love potion would become infatuated with the person who gave it to them. who’s to say you couldn’t become infatuated with yourself.
of course you didn’t want to become a narcissus, so you brewed a very weak version.
it worked. for a whole day you were happy. you ate, laughed, and were so good to yourself. you were in love with the girl you were. you found yourself slow dancing alone, stroking your own cheek, being there for yourself.
of course, it didn’t last and by night time you were back to feeling all too much. the type of feeling where you’re silent and unmoving, the world a blur but your thoughts in a deathly focus.
it was that night you decided that you’d take a weak love potion everyday until your bad feelings went away on their own. you were tired of being the girl people pushed away because they didn’t understand.
so you did exactly that. your entire fifth year consisted of flying under umbridge’s radar. thanks to harry potter and the order, that proved easier than expected. no one suspected you.
now, you’re in sixth year. everyone is convinced you’re happy again and they don’t treat you like some sort of liability. of course, they don’t know that every night you cry and feel exactly like you did in fourth year. but that’s ok, you can handle the nights as long as the days are good. you find it to be a cycle now. in the mornings you take the potion and it’s almost like the best part of yourself fights the whole day to take care of you, but by night, she looses to the worst part of yourself.
“y/n would you like to go to hogsmeade today?” your friend, cece asks.
“i would love to, but i have to study for transfiguration.” you sigh, giving your friend a sorry look.
“ah it’s ok, you’re taking advanced this year. you’re right to study. mara and i will make sure to bring you back some things from honeydukes.”
you smile and thank your friend before making your way to the astronomy tower. cedric was the one to introduce you to studying here, and you never stopped.
you take a seat on the steps and begin studying multicorfors.
just as you were getting up to practice the spell, a body runs into you, causing the both of you to tumble to the floor.
you look to your side and spot draco malfoy, who, besides being herbology partners one year, you didn’t really talk to.
“are you okay, draco?” you ask, helping the boy off the floor.
he smoothes out his suit jacket, “yes, l/n.”
you scoff a bit and raise your eyebrows at him, “are you sure because it’s unlike you to stumble about. you’re just too good for that.”
draco glowers at you.
“okay i’m sorry. i didn’t want to be here anyway,” you gesture around the room, “the astronomy tower is now yours.”
he doesn’t say anything as you exit the room and you shrug it off.
‘as if draco malfoy could be pleasant’, you think to yourself, annoyed.
once you approach the hufflepuff common room you feel the effects of your potion begin to wear off. you curse yourself a little for not drinking enough potion to last you until dinner and decide to run by the kitchens to grab something before bed. there’s no way you can sit through dinner like this.
by the time you make it to your dorm room you feel heavy with thoughts. you curl into your bed crying and stare at the stone wall until you fall into a dreamless sleep. like most nights.
the next morning is a saturday and you wake up early, before your dorm mates, and grab the bottle of love potion under your bed, hidden in a locked trunk. you down the small bottle and watch it refill thanks to the spell you placed on it, and put it back, hidden away.
you decide to head to breakfast early and grab a muffin to take with you to the astronomy tower. you need to master multicorfors before your test on tuesday.
a half hour into your practice, you’re doing the spell almost perfectly. though, changing your skirt into pants proves to be your downfall. you just can’t get it.
“i need the astronomy tower.” a voice says from behind you.
you turn to see draco malfoy, again wearing a fitted suit.
“you can study while i’m here draco.” you say pointedly.
“i don’t want to.” he scowls.
you roll your eyes, “then study elsewhere.”
“no. you can leave.”
“listen draco, i can argue with you all day, but i’m not moving until i’ve mastered multicorfors. so either you stay here with me or you go somewhere else.” you groan.
he doesn’t reply but takes a seat on the steps, taking out his wand and transfiguration book.
you smile to yourself, happy to win the argument, and go back to trying to change your skirt into a pair of pants.
“you’re too rigid with your movements, l/n.” draco tells you.
“can you show me then? i can’t figure it out.” you ask.
“no. just flick your wand more. it’s not that hard.” he says.
you give him a deadpan look, “please. this is the last part of the lesson i need to get. if you show me i can leave sooner.”
draco groans but gets up and walks over to you.
“give me your hand.” he instructs.
you do as you’re told and he grabs your hand, showing you the correct way to move your wand. his hand is warmer compared to yours and you like the way he warms you up. it’s also extremely soft, almost as if he’s never had a single callous.
“you have soft hands.” you tell him, grinning.
surprisingly draco lets out a small smile, “you’re supposed to be paying attention.”
“i can’t. you have baby soft hands.” you joke looking up at him.
“i just use lotion. you should try it sometime, your hands feel like a house elves’.” he teases.
you let out a deep laugh, “who knew draco malfoy was such a comedian?”
he feigns shock, “i made those hilarious ‘potter sticks’ badges back in fourth year for nothing then?”
you suck in a unnoticed breathe at the mention of fourth year before smiling,“okay i suppose that should have been a hint. but it was mean.”
draco and you continue to talk and practice transfiguration up until dinner. the time flying while the two of you are together.
“would you like to eat dinner up here? i can grab us some things from the kitchen.” you ask him, packing your bag up.
“i actually have something to do, but maybe some other time. let’s meet here again tomorrow though, i can help you with transfiguration.” he says.
“draco malfoy fraternizing with a muggle-born hufflepuff. tsk tsk.” you joke before agreeing and heading to dinner.
you don’t miss the eyeroll he gives you for that remark.
“where were you all day, y/n?” mara questions as you sit down beside her.
“astronomy tower. i was practicing transfiguration. you’ll never guess who ended up helping me either.” you beam, grabbing a plate for yourself.
“who helped you? i’m guessing cormac mclaggen, he seems to have a crush on you.” cece says.
your face contorts in disgust, “no, definitely not. that guy is a creep. it was malfoy actually, and he’s surprisingly funny.”
mara and cece give each other a look before mara speaks, “you do know people are saying he’s a deatheater, right?”
you roll your eyes, “malfoy is not a deatheater. i think a deatheater would oppose to helping a mudblood.”
your friends shrug and dinner continues on with normal conversation.
“cece and i are going to study in the library before bed if you want to join us.” mara says, grabbing her books.
“i’m okay, plus i’m super tired. i’ll see you at the dorm.” you smile, before parting with your friends.
slipping into your bed you begin to feel the come down of your potion. tonight your pain hurts even more than usual. you feel so trapped and can’t seem to catch your breath. you keep thinking back to the last time you had spoken to your best friend.
it was a week before the maze and he was sitting with you by black lake.
“y/n i promise you once i win, i’m taking you and cho to the fanciest restaurant i can find and we’ll all celebrate.” he had grinned, leaning against a tree.
you giggled and shoved him playfully before saying, “if you don’t win i’m still expecting that dinner.”
“i’ll win. i’ve been practicing so much.”
“i know, you barely ever have time to see me now.” you had sighed.
“y/n i’m sorry. i promise that after all of this is over, you and i are going to see each other everyday. i can’t live without you, kid. you’re my best friend.” he soothed, giving you a hug.
you had leaned into him, “forever?”
he laughed, “of course.”
that memory was etched in your brain. you knew it would never leave your mind.
you laid silently crying in your bed as your dorm mates entered to room, ready for bed. they said goodnight to each other before getting into their own beds, assuming you to be drifted off by now, and after a few minutes, their snores are the only sound in the room.
the emptiness of your being feels too much and you’re desperate to escape. you need air. you need something to remind you that you’re alive.
you quietly sneak out of your room, out of the common room, and up the stairs to the astronomy tower.
as you quickly enter the doorway of the tower, a body collides into yours, knocking you back a bit.
when you look up, tears falling out of your eyes, you’re greeted by teary grey ones. draco’s.
he sniffles and steadies himself before asking, “what’s wrong, l/n?”
you can’t seem to find the words. no one has asked you this question in years, and so much is wrong.
all you can do is cry harder.
“you have to breathe l/n. you’re going to upset yourself more, just breathe.” he says, voice breaking.
you try to calm down but nothing is helping. nothing feels real. cedric should still be here. you shouldn’t be this broken. life should be how it was. now it’s just too much.
“i hate it, draco.” you finally cry out.
he wipes the tears from his own eyes, “what do you hate, l/n. talk to me.”
“i hate that i haven’t been the same since fourth year. i hate that my best friend is gone. i hate that i have to worry that everyone around me is going to die, just because of some evil dark wizard. and i hate that i take fucking love potions everyday just to feel okay. i hate it all.” you breathe, finally.
draco raises his eyebrows, “you’ve been taking love potions?”
you nod, weary of your confession.
“i’m sorry y/n.” he mumbles.
your eyes meet his at the mention of your first name. coming from him it seems so genuine. he’s never called you by your first name before.
“you won’t tell anyone will you?” you ask, eyes searching his.
“no, i won’t,” he pauses. “but you should get back to your dorm, i’ll walk you back. a walk might help you calm down.”
you nod and let the boy lead you through the dark castle, lit only by the moon. draco’s steps are lighter than yours, and it causes you to wonder how he learned how to be so quiet. it’s unlike him.
when the two of you reach the hufflepuff entrance you whisper to him, “thank you for calming me down, draco. it means a lot that you would help me.”
in the shadows you see him smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. you bid the boy goodnight, and walk back to your dorm. of course you’re still sad but the sadness is somewhat diluted, thanks to none other than draco malfoy.
you continue to meet with draco daily throughout the months of your sixth year. the two of you finding comfort in each other.
by now, you’re becoming far less dependent on love potions. having someone to confide in proving immensely helpful.
but although you’re getting better, draco only grows worse. you never ask him what’s troubling him. maybe because you’re scared he won’t tell you or maybe because you’re scared to loose the person helping you the most. either way, you still try to help him as much as possible.
today, may the eighth, draco and you have plans to go to hogsmeade to look for a new notebook for you, since your old one is completely used up. you really loved mcgonagall, but the woman sure stressed you out with all the notes she commanded your class to take.
you’ve been waiting patiently for twenty minutes, but he doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight.
maybe he’s still at breakfast? you think to yourself, before heading into the castle to search for your friend.
you peer around the dining hall, coming up short. so you decide to go to the astronomy tower. if you needed draco you could usually find him there.
when you enter the sixth floor, ready to head further up, you hear shouting. curious, you walk toward the noise, which is coming from the boys’ bathroom.
you hesitate going in but once you hear a defensive spell being cast, you draw your wand and bound into the bathroom.
in front of you stands harry potter. he’s crouched behind a wall, clutching his wand and panting. you furrow your brows, and go to question what he’s doing before you see draco emerge and cast the cruciatus curse at him.
before you can tell them both to stop, harry yells out a curse you’ve never heard of before.
“sectumsempra!”
almost instantly, draco falls to the floor, blood pouring out of him.
you’re shocked, and don’t even feel yourself run to him. you don’t hear harry’s apologies. you don’t hear when professor snape rushes in. you don’t hear a thing other than draco’s pained cries.
it reminds you all too much of the chaos of cedric’s death. everything happening too fast.
when snape finally stops the bleeding he instructs you to get back to your common room and keep quiet. you don’t try to fight him on it, and do as you’re told.
after a few hours of worried overthinking, you leave the hufflepuff common room and head to the hospital wing. when you enter the large room, you notice draco immediately. he’s the only one.
“draco?” you call his name, standing beside his bed.
the boy opens his eyes and stares right at you, causing you to cry.
“i was so scared draco.” you cry, placing your hand on your friends chest, feeling his heartbeat. it’s comforting.
“i have to tell you something, y/n, before it’s too late. you just have to promise you won’t tell a soul.” he tells you, voice weak.
“draco you’ve kept my secret over these months. i would never hurt you by telling anyone.” you say.
your friend gives you a weak smile before sitting up in the bed and pulling up his left sleeve, exposing a black ink that contrasts so much from his pale white skin.
“they’re coming here in june. i don’t know the day yet but when i find out i’ll tell you. you have to stay safe, y/n. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner.” draco advises.
“you’re a deatheater.” you breathe out, eyes locked to the dark mark on his arm.
you can’t believe the scene in front of you. your draco, a villain that you’ve been so deathly afraid of for years.
“i’m so sorry y/n. it wasn’t my choice. but please promise me that you’ll stay safe. i need you here with me, not gone by the hands of a dark wizard.” the boy pleads, grasping your hand.
you look him in the eyes, “i promise draco.”
he doesn’t let go of your hand and brings it back to his heart.
“i care so deeply for you, y/n. you’re so good. thank you for everything.” he says, faltering.
your eyes are teary when you say, “i love you draco.”
with that you slip your hand out of his and walk back to your dorm. your thoughts seem to be invasive that night. you contemplate grabbing the bottle of love potion you haven’t taken in a month, but decide against it.
you feel cheated. everything had been so perfect. all the excitement you had from running through the nights with the boy you love begin to eat you alive.
it’s not fair for it to turn out like this. the two of you so dependent on each other, but on two separate sides of a war. there’s no way this can end well.
you realize you love draco, as more than a friend. that scares you and so you’re back to thinking that you’re better off on your own.
draco still sits with you in the astronomy tower daily, but the two of you don’t speak much. you, scared of falling deeper in love. and him, too focused on his task.
of course you find yourself loving the boy more and more everyday. the two of you are always embraced when together, and even though it’s unspoken, you know draco loves you too.
it’s the thirtieth day of june, you’re in the astronomy tower alone when draco comes rushing in.
“y/n you have to go, they’re here.” he warns, checking the stairs behind him.
you freeze at his statement. you knew the day would come but you still weren’t prepared.
“y/n! are you listening to me? you have to go.” he shouts.
this is it. this is the final time you’ll see draco before the war officially starts, after this there’s no more innocent days spent together. here you are again, loosing your best friend.
you get up from the floor and walk to draco. you cup his face gently, “take care of yourself. i love you.”
he eases a little and places his hand on yours, “i love you more. i hope you know that.”
and you do. of course you do.
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─ BEST & WORST SUBJECTS
includes. atsumu, osamu & suna.
this prolly has done so many times already yeah yeah ik but i wanted to write?? so i did HA. btw this excludes art, music, pe etc. only main subjects.
also this is p half-assed so... sry 💔
✧ | miya atsumu
the best ─ math;
I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW BUT LISTEN!!!
i think we all agree that he's not that into school stuff.
BUT he cares about his academic achievements to not to be exempt from club activities!
math is one of his biggest struggles, that's why he tries to fix that. (he could cheat but he gets caught every single time he tries to do so, that's why he gave up on it 🤧)
if we take into account his hard-working nature and desire to be the number one, i believe he gives his weight to math for the sake of volleyball !! and to show his grades off to osamu lol
i just feel like he's generally better at numeric/quantitative subjects.
i mean yeah, he's not fond of solving problems and puzzles but still he's better at them!
bc the likes of literature kinda bore him. he can't keep his focus on the lesson if teacher just keeps talking and talking and talking.
that's why he prefers math, which lets him think efficiently and use his brain actively!! ahh, my diligent husband, i love him <33
the worst ─ history;
as i've mentioned, the subjects which makes it a necessity for him to just listen to the teachers are BORING.
due to that he doesn't understand a shit.
he knows he has to study history but he didn't even look at the history teacher in the class he was thinkin abt u hehe
and now, even if he grabs the book to read a couple of lines he'll be like 😐
he can't remember the dates and the important details about wars, migrations, rulers...
he doesn't give a damn about why mehmed the conqueror was so important for ottoman history or how the ii. world war started.
he can't pay attention to something he doesn't find interesting.
he'll occasioanlly ask you to come over to help him won't make u tell everything all over again to watch ur pretty face more ofc
if he decides to study properly he'll manage to get the minimum passing score or a lil higher but still meh :/
✧ | miya osamu
the best ─ literature
contrary to common belief
he's not the smarter twin or smth
he's almost same as atsumu
he has neither a best nor a worst subject,
math is too complex, english is too confusing, science is... don't even mention (yeah maybe he does have a worst subject 🙁)
he's a literature guy!
he's not that into it but i feel like he kinda enjoys reading paragraphs about stuff he's interested in.
learning about important literary works and authors may be a little hard for him since his memory is- ....bad (ik he has a bad memory & no criticism pls)
but his scores are pretty good at literature.
the worst ─ physics
okay, as i've said;
DON'T EVEN MENTION
he sucks at it; atsumu's even better at physics
in an exam that's his line of thought;
"ok so i divided 9 to 00,7 then... well this must be the cubage. no it's momentum, are you an idiot? but this test isn't about fundamental forces? what- i-" this is so shitty ik i can't be funny
he can never keep the formuls in mind bad memory
unlike atsumu, he doesn't attempt to fix it, he's a good cheater 🥴
if he ever asks you to study with him i don't think it's just to watch your pretty pretty face like atsumu
he will really put effort into it to impress you hehe
✧ | suna rintarou
the best ─ history
it's not like he likes history or smth
HE HATES IT
he never seems to pay attention;
he leans back against the chair, taps his fingers on the desk loudly and stares at teacher's face CONSTANTLY to make him uncomfortable
sometimes teacher just pauses and stares back and,,,, HE HATES SUNA OMG-
THIS LITTLE BASTARD NEVER TAKES NOTES BUT GETS HIGH GRADES- HOW?!
well, he may not specifically pay attention or listen but he doesn't do something that can occupy himself and take his attention off the class fully.
he still hears and that's enough for him 🤷♀️
also mocks atsumu for not getting it
the worst ─ biology
i do not have a valid reason for this,, i'm sorry
he just seems like the type to ask the most stupid questions in the middle of the biology classes and no i don't have any example bc i cannot be funny
he's kinda scared of that teacher bc once he made a joke about gamogenesis and teacher roasted him thus he embarrassed himself in front of his crush
he never makes jokes in biology classes ever since
but please you cannot tell me he's not the type to pull the lamest jokes just to make his crush smile i wanna kith him pls
i don't think he puts effort into lessons even if he's bad at them. he couldn't be care less.
bc another good cheater ;)
also, if he notices that you're having a hard time w any exam, he's willing to let you see his sheet.
he'll ask you to study w him at school's library but you guys will end up kicked out bc you laugh at his lame jokes lol
#atsumu miya#miya atsumu#miya osamu#osamu miya#suna rintarou#suna rintarō#haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu hcs#hq headcanons#haikyuu headcanons#inarizaki#atsumu x reader#osamu x reader#suna x reader#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x you#miya osamu x reader#miya atsumu x reader#suna rintaro x reader#🌿 ─ writing
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WHAT TYPE OF STUDENTS WOULD THE FFVII CHARACTERS BE IN SCHOOL??
TW: Cursing
I don’t own any of the following photos.
Part 1: Shinra Gang/The Turks
Part 2: Avalanche
Part 3: SOLDIER first-class
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Tifa
- Quite Talkative
- Keeps up with all assignments and is very organized
- Slight Bookworm
- You’ll most likely see her clinging to Cloud
- You need Tifa? Find Cloud.
- Communications major and Hospitality minor.
- Best Subject: Gym and World Literature.
- A honor roll
- Also Gymnastics or any other social club.
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduating: 89%
- Mishaps/Trouble: detention for kicking someone in their chest for saying a pervy comment.
Barret
- Talks quite a bit.
- Has glasses!
- Quite mellow and a smooth talker.
- Very smart and talented.
- Many girls like him and he’s very popular.
- Midgar football team??
- Engineering major and Education minor.
- Best Subject: Computer science and mathematics.
- A and B honor roll
- No real interest in clubs but joined the drama club for his record.
- Joined a biker club outside of school.
- Always dressed nicely.
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduating: 90%
- Mishaps/Trouble: Maybe a quick write-up for cursing out a disrespectful student.
Cloud
- Silent and Irritable.
- Don’t mess with him.
- He just wants to go home.
- He hates school.
- Why does it even exist?
- Regardless of how he feels he has no choice but to go.
- Won’t skip class because a microscopic part of him cares. Just a tiny bit.
- But will make various and weird excuses like “I missed the bus so I had to ride a Chocobo on the way here....or something”.
- Racket sports major (most likely tennis or badminton)
- Best Subject: Practical math and contemporary literature.
- B honor roll
- Debate club.
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduation: 70%
- Mishaps/Trouble: detention with a perky Jessie for getting flip with a teacher and Jessie defending him but also getting handed a delicious detention.
Jessie
- CHATTERBOX!
- I get big smartypants energy from young, high school Jess.
- But she’s also boy crazy.
- Talks to Tifa like, “There’s this new boy in my French class....”
- Mostly has her eye on Cloud though.
- Oh yeah, and she wears round shaped glasses.
- Also apart of the clumsy crew.
- A daydreamer but she still maintains good grades somehow.
- Genuinely enjoys school.
- Culinary arts major and gymnastics minor.
- Best Subject: Creative writing and Electronics.
- A and sometimes B honor roll
- Poetry and Physics club.
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduating: 95%
- Mishaps/Trouble: the most trouble she gets in is just getting tapped on the shoulder multiple times by the teacher for daydreaming.
Biggs
- Barely talks.
- He skips school a lot
- But when he does go, he’s umm...listening? I think.
- He always asking for supplies.
- “Do you have a pencil?”
- “Can I use your eraser?”
- Some teachers can’t stand him, some love him.
- Swim major? I just kinda feel like he’s a swimmer haha
- Best subject: Biology and Human Geography (when he actually attends lol)
- Never makes honor roll because grades are inconsistent.
- Book club but signed up just to look good??
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduation: Oof 60% (pls forgive me Biggs’ stans)
- Mishaps/Trouble: Multiple detentions and write-ups for being late and skipping.
Wedge
- Talks a lot.
- Struggles a bit with certain topics like math, history, and science. (And who can blame him? School is hard :( )
- He may feel a little down for a few minutes but his overachiever grit and spirit will keep him going!
- Does extra credit assignments, studies frequently, and even stays for after school remediation.
- A very hard worker.
- Meal breaks are greatly appreciated, thanks.
- Was a zoology major but changed to ceramics.
- An artist!
- Best Subject: Geography.
- B honor roll and sometimes A :)
- Art club!
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduating: 85%
- Mishaps/Trouble: Never gets in trouble; a pure sweetheart.
Aerith
- Yes, she talks. And doesn’t back down ofc.
- CHAOTIC.
- Debates with the teacher and their lesson.
- Always raising hand and asking questions.
- Always follows her heart and says what she believes in, even if that means pissing off the teacher with her viewpoints hehe.
- Gets asked out to EVERY school dance.
- Makes Cloud flustered with her comments every now and then.
- Gets pretty lonely sometimes so Cloud and Tifa always make sure to check up on her.
- Painting & Photography major.
- Best Subject: Global Studies and Art History.
- B honor roll
- In Yoga club to kill time and deal with past trauma :(
- Fashion Sense:
- Chance of Graduating: 70%
- Mishaps/Trouble: Detention for hitting a hoe with her staff because they held her waist without permission.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this post! And please feel free to tell me your thoughts and request more scenarios and imagines!
#ffvii#ffvii remake#ffvii imagines#ffvii avalanche#ffvii cloud#ffvii aerith#ffvii wedge#ffvii biggs#ff7#ffvii barret#ffvii tifa#cloud strife#final fantasy 7#yyxy-seph
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hey can i get a ship with any enhypen member 🥺
im born on 01. i am introverted but when im comfortable with someone i became really loud and cheerful. my mbti is INFP-T. I am a dog person, I love reading books and I also into learning something new. I am scared of cats ? lol. I am somewhat a passionate and maybe a little bit of a perfectionist type of person. I also wear glasses and I really love fashion. im quite adventurous and family oriented. I love babies 🥺 people usual first impression of me is arrogant but im not im just socially awkward. im 4'8 yup short. i like being in a quiet place rather than somewhere noisy and i enjoy being alone sometimes. im still a college student who's trying her best to keep up with her lessons this pandemic but somehow got good grades. I love cooking and eating too. I could be lazy sometimes but I manage to get my work done. I love love loveeee hugs and giving hugs. im bad at words but my friends always says that I have a comforting presence. my zodiac sign is leo so im very observant and i sometimes could be very judgemental and straightforward despite my personality. i wear my heart on the sleeve so im very sensitive. my hogwarts house is hufflepuff! and my patronus charm is swan. i love harry potter lol. i can say im quite knowledgeable and I like science and poetry and arts. my ideal date would be cute picnics and art gallery date and as for my ideal type someone who's loving,caring, sweet someone who could understand me if he's a husband material too would be nice 🥰
hi thanks for requesting!
i ship you with jake :D
ok once i first read abt your ideal date i suddenly thought about jake 🤨 i think he would enjoy it and find it unique for your love of art. would 100% talk abt science with you if you just find interest in it. i think he would prefer art gallery dates but he would be down for picnics (as long as you protect him from bugs ig- 🧍)
since you’re kinda short and jake is hella tall omg he’s gonna baby you like 🥺🥺. pls he would probably cuddle you a lot when he just needs to and if he has the urge to bcs to him you’re prolly like tiny/pocket size. would totally simp over you 😌🤌 he would be very proud of everything that you do. also i think jake would really have a easy time or what opening up to you since ehehehe you guys are close s/o’s so yEaaa
i hope you liked this! (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡
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was waiting for this matchup event yey!!! so this is for the personality match up :))
my mbti is istp, i like reading, playing games, sleeping, cuddling, absolutely loveee listening to music and have an unhealthy addiction for nutella. i absolutely despise broccoli ew pls no. i hate thriller movies bcs i just can’t watch them idk. im an ambivert (it all depends on the people im hanging out with), im very loud and talkative once i get close to someone. i used to play lotss of sports (like 6-7) but don’t anymore :// tho i really miss swimming and volleyball. while english is my fav lesson i hateeeeee science (especially chem and physics). ummm what else, what else...im a good listener and give good advice? (at least that’s what my friends have told me)
anywaysss that’s all!! idk if its too much or not enough :’D
dear nonnie, you’ve been personality matched with...
Relationship Headcanons Below:
✗ To everyone around, you and Noya makes a lot of sense. The two of you are like two pieces of a puzzle. When you guys are together, everything just seem to fit. The two of you share many similarities, including a very similar MBTI. You’re ISTP and he’s ESFP, just off by two letters. You both share a love for playing games, whether that's board games or video games. Let’s just say you guys can get very competitive with each other at times, but that’s what makes your relationship so much fun. Noya definitely suggests some kind of reward for winning and losing games. “hey babe, if I win in exploding kitten you’ll buy me ice cream and if I lose, you’ll still buy me ice cream okay?” “how is that fair!” “It’s fair! you congratulate me with ice cream and if I lose, you console me with ice cream.” You’ll roll your eyes but you end up buying him ice cream either way.
✗ You don’t like broccoli and thriller movies? sometimes Noya will purposefully prank you with them. Maybe giving you a broccoli covered chocolate, catching you off guard. Or telling you you guys are going to watch Disney tonight but puts on the Conjuring. No worries though, he’s a very sweet boyfriend, these pranks happen very rarely and you always get him back.
✗ speaking of him being sweet, Nishinoya is very romantic. I really do see him as both a creatively romantic and old-fashioned romantic type of guy. I’m talking about random flowers that he leaves in your locker with little notes such as “I just miss you”. He’s also very straight forward, if he thinks you’re pretty, he’ll definitely say it straight out.
✗ you're his comfort person. Noya likes to put on a front and always try to be optimistic for others, but with you, he feels very comfortable showing and telling you how he feels because you always make him feel better with your advices and hugs. He’s feeling sad today? He knows when he goes to you, you’ll always give him a lending ear while cuddling him as he pours out his heart to you. Noya is likewise a good listener and advice giver, so you two really bring each other a lot of comfort and security.
✗ Nishinoya knows you miss playing sports and plans sport dates often. He’ll even invite his Karasuno teammates and all of you play 2 v. 2 games. More often than not, he’ll want to be on the same team as you, talking loud about how you guys will absolutely destroy whoever you play with. And you know what? you two are seriously very good at volleyball and can almost always beat everyone. Right now, the two of you are training to beat Kageyama and Hinata.
✗ You guys are the best friend type of couple, you just feel so comfortable with each other, it’s as if you’ve known each other your whole life. He can’t ever imagine being with anyone else because no one else can ever make him feel the way you do. You’re each other’s best friend and you guys would’t want it any other way.
Thanks for waiting so patiently my dear! I hope you enjoy a little glimpse at your relationship with the best boy Nishinoya!
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decisions, decisions pt 2
Fandom : Bleach
Pairings : Ichihime (ft. some ichi x ishi bickering which we love around here)
Rating : T
Part 1
A/N: A few months ago I wrote a post-tybw-karakura-gang-finishes-high-school kinda thing called ‘decisions, decisions’ ft career choice discussions and orihime thinking of leaving town for uni. I wanted to write some more of that stuff and more ichihime pining obvs, so here it is. also i hate myself for not being able to participate in ichihimeweek2020, i suck, but anyway, ‘nuff with the nonsense, here’s the fic:
(ps: pls be nice to me and like/reblog/comment or whatevs and tell me what u think, ily thx)
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It’s five minutes to two, and Ichigo fought to stifle a yawn. The menacing five hundred pages of English grammar exercises in front of him wasn’t helping.
“... Unbelievable,” he curses, slamming the book shut, much to the annoyance of his bespectacled classmate sitting across him. “Why the hell can’t they just teach us proper English in school?! I’m absolutely fucking positive that Honda-sensei didn’t mention more than three tenses in her class. And what kind of English lesson takes place in Japanese anyway?!”
“... Quit your whining, Kurosaki. Some of us are trying to study here.”
Ichigo fumed. By ‘some of us,’ Ishida was pointedly referring to just himself and the long-haired beauty sitting right opposite him, who, judging by her giggling at his outburst, welcomed his distraction. The same giggling that was contributing to the problem, contributing to Ichigo’s immense distraction since after dinner.
“You’re not even human, Ishida,” he says dismissively. “Keigo’s literally made his bed on my dad’s couch, you can hear his goddamn snores, and Mizuiro left to ‘watch the stars’ with some new girl thirty minutes ago.”
“You’re the one who invited us over to your place for an all-nighter group study session and you’re calling it quits before the sun is up? As expected, you’re weak.”
He was right, this had been Ichigo’s idea, Yuzu had offered to make them dinner and his dad had plans tonight, so they were guaranteed some peace and quiet. Despite the noise and the chaos of their group, he missed hanging out with his friends. Ever since the school had given them voluntary study holidays for the upcoming University Entrance Exams, he didn’t get to see much of everyone, as they were either studying or training for competitions. Even today, Tatsuki and Chad left after dinner because they had to get up early for practice and they had decided they wouldn’t be giving the exams anyway.
Ignoring Ishida’s pointed attempts to rile him up, he turns his attention to Orihime, who despite enjoying their banter, was more focused on the cram book in front of her.
“Inoue, how are you still so motivated and so… awake?,” he asks, exasperated. “It’s almost 2 am! And you’ve been scribbling away furiously for the last thirty minutes. What are you even studying?”
“Mouuu, you’re right. I’m not able to solve this proof anyway. Maybe I should call it a night?”
“Electromagnetism?” Ishida asks, skimming the title of the chapter, “Oh, I’ve done this one, I can explain this to you if you want.”
He doesn’t know what irritates him more, Ishida’s nerdiness, or the soft look in his eyes as he unfailingly offers to help Orihime out, as he’d been doing a lot more of late, ever since they had started studying for the entrance exams together. In fact, it’d been this way this entire evening, starting from when he took a seat right next to her at the table as if he fucking belonged there, leaning over into her notebook, whenever she needed help, his arm casually brushing against her long, silken locks, her answering smile bright and incredibly close to him, and - Ichigo forces that thought to a halt because it has him gritting his teeth. “... For God’s sake, give her a break,” -
“... Shut up, Kurosaki, not everyone is applying to study *English* in University”-
“And what exactly do you mean by that, asshole?” Ichigo snarls, with more venom than needed, because despite having had enough with Ishida’s condescending attitude towards his study choices, his recent behaviour had Ichigo prickling under his skin.
“... Err, Kurosaki-kun…” Orihime starts, because she’s used to Ichigo and Ishida arguing (they’re just being affectionate, she always insists), there’s a glint in Ichigo’s eyes that’s different.
“... Exactly what I said, some of us don’t have the luxury of skipping the math and science exams,” -
“Ah, Kurosaki-kun is right! I think my brain really can’t function anymore tonight,” Orihime declares loudly, inserting herself in between them. “Kurosaki-kun, I think I will leave now. Thank you so much for hosting us today.” She bows, her formality annoying him even more, but still throwing him off guard.
As always, Orihime’s pleasant demeanour diffused the rising tempers… somewhat. With one last glare, Ishida grudgingly agreed, “Then I guess I will take my leave as well.”
Ichigo wants to be polite and say something like, “we should do this more often,” but he’s pissed off, and couldn’t wait to be rid of Ishida’s arrogant mug, so instead he offers, “Inoue, can I walk you home?”
He doesn’t notice the faint red on her cheeks or the hesitation on her face, when she mumbles, “If it doesn’t inconvenience you.” And he’s torn again - tearing his eyes away from the pretty blush dusting her cheeks unable to stop himself from wondering bitterly if she’d let Ishida walk her home without much protest.
“Ishida lives in the other direction and it would be out of his way, so I don’t mind.”
“Well then,” Ishida says, looking at her with more fondness than Ichigo would have liked, “Your eyes are all red and puffy. Sleep well. Don’t strain yourself, okay?”
“Yes sir,” she gives him the salute, “... good night!”
“... And text me that you got home safe. This idiot can’t be trusted with anything,”-
“... for fuck’s sake, just go home already!”
“Kurosaki-kun,” she whispers, amused, as she watches Ishida walk away with a cheeky grin on his face, “you’ll wake the neighbours with your angry yelling.”
“Ah, you’re right,” he mumbles, rubbing his neck sheepishly, as their footsteps fall into place beside each other, “I’m sorry for all the swearing, I don’t know why I let Ishida under my skin so much.”
“Hmmm,” she says, “It’s kind of cute, your bickering. If this were a yaoi novel, I’d totally ship it!”
“... what the hell?!” His face is red, not just because the thought of him… and Ishida… Ew. But also because this is coming from Orihime, the last person he’d ever expect to engage in fantasies of this sort.
Giggling, she quickly switches to a more somber note. “You seemed... on edge today. Did something happen between the two of you?”
He doesn’t know how to answer that question. Truth be told, he’s barely able to understand it himself. Sure, there was the usual trading of insults that took place between the two of them, but it was different this time. His whole demeanour just pissed him off. The way he always seemed to know what Orihime was asking, the way he was always able to help her, the familiar way he spoke to her… and the revelation that they’d been studying together for weeks now!
“I don’t know,” he sighs, because he can’t even explain what he is feeling, let alone the reason behind it, “... I guess it’s just the stress of the exam.”
“Ugh, tell me about it,” she whines, “I’m so thankful Ishida-kun is giving the same exams as me, and we can share practice questions and tips. I really wouldn’t be able to do this alone.”
He ignores her mention of him and the tick in his jaw in reaction. “But I don’t get it. You’re giving almost all the exams. Why?!? There’s surely no need.”
She blushes, ashamed, “I know it sounds stupid, but I really haven’t decided what I want to study in University. I figured if I just gave all of the exams, I would have more options to choose from.”
“... Come on,” -
“... And I will also prefer to go wherever I get a scholarship.”
His fist clenches, “... So you’re definitely applying outside of Karakura?”
“Yeah, although I’m not sure if there’s any point. It’s so difficult to aim for the National Universities, I’ll never get through. But the counselor says it’s worth a shot for the scholarship.”
“... I thought your aunt was helping you with tuition?”
“... Only till high school. And I cannot burden her anymore. I’ve received so much from her already.”
Ichigo doesn’t miss the way her voice wavers at the end, the guilt evident in her words. And he can’t stand it. “... Cheer up,” he says softly, playfully elbowing her. “You’re one of the smartest kids in school. Rank #2 after all the shit we went through last year! If anyone can do it you can.”
“... You think so?” she mumbles, looking up at him, her insecurities heartbreaking in the grey of her eyes.
Everything about her is so honest, it hurts him a little bit because his first thought is to say no, to talk her out of it, because the revelation is too sudden, too jarring - he can’t bear the thought of this town without her. But he nods, smiles encouragingly, because that’s just way too selfish.
Shaking his head out of these thoughts, he asks, “... what was the counselor’s recommendation, again? As a career path?”
“Ah, Hirata-san said maybe I should just follow my love for baking,” she says, smiling.
“... and? Why don’t you consider that? You wouldn’t have to give these blasted exams then.”
He liked the idea of this, now more than before, momentarily regretting his role in convincing her to apply to university. Orihime working in the local bakery, coming around his house everyday to share the leftovers, staying back for dinner maybe…
“... but Kurosaki-kun was the one who said I wouldn’t be very good at it!” She pouts, “You said I’d make too many things in weird flavours and nobody would want to buy them.”
Crap. He truly felt like waltzing back in time and whacking the past version of him for saying something like that. Because if it were anyone else shitting all over Orihime’s dream, he’d have sent the punk flying. Where were all these feelings coming from anyway?!
“... Shit, I didn’t mean,” -
“... it’s okay, you’re right. And besides I can work there part-time through University. I was thinking…” She took a deep breath. “Well, actually, it was Ishida-kun’s idea. Maybe I could study to become a doctor? My strength is in healing people anyway…”
Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Well of course, he'd say that. He's going to study medicine too." And of course he would try to talk Orihime into it. The bastard had taken every opportunity to slither by her side -
She laughs, a pretty sound, interrupting the profanity in his mind. "Yeah, he did say it would be nice to have some company… but I'm not sure." Sighing, she asks, "How did you decide on English Studies?"
It wasn't too difficult for him honestly. It helped that he was fairly certain he didn't want to study math or science going forward. "... I like stories. And I want to be able to read and share stories in a global medium, so I decided to study English."
He looks at her only to find her looking at him in fascination, "... Truth be told, I didn't spend too much time thinking about it. The career aptitude test returned similar results as well, so I just went with it." He shrugs, "I think I'll enjoy it. Let's see."
"Ahh, you sound so optimistic about your studies, Kurosaki-kun. I wish I could be like that."
They've reached her apartment building now and she turns to look at him, wistfully. He wishes he could do something for her, ease her anxieties in some way.
"What about you?" He asks.
She looks at him, puzzled.
"... You've told me all about what everyone wants you to do. What do you want to do? I'm sure you must have some inkling."
“... I,” she stops, opens her mouth again to say something, but nothing comes out. “... what I want… ah, you’ll probably think it’s silly.” She smiles wistfully to herself, because this wasn’t something that she’d ever admitted out loud.
He rolls his eyes, “... Try me.” Because she was many things, and yes, definitely silly sometimes in that unique way of hers, but he would never, could never, call her dreams silly. It’s a moment of realization for him, when he gets angry with the way she dismisses her own dreams that way, and he feels overwhelmed with the desire to pick them up, and keep them safe where no one can trample them, along with that spaced-out, wistful smile of hers.
“Well,” she gulps, nervous, “I’ve never really thought too much about going to university. Sensei says I’m wasting my potential... but honestly, I think I’ll be happy working.”
She looks at him unsurely, waiting for a reaction, an opinion, like everyone else. Everyone who’d been urging her to continue school and pursue all kinds of studies that she could possibly do, but… “I just - I want to build a simple life with someone I love. A family, maybe, someday.”
It comes out so fast, she wishes she could grab the words and shove them back in her mouth. She chances a glance at him, her cheeks hot and furiously embarrassed.
His expression is unreadable as he gazes down at her. She’s beautiful in the moonlight, he thinks, and it isn’t really a revelation to him, but the melancholy of her beauty is, the loneliness that he wishes he could extinguish as easily as he does hollows. “A simple life huh…” he murmurs. And he can almost picture it, Orihime, ten years from now, a child in her arms, a little boy maybe, with her wide brown eyes and -
“Well, looks like you have planned it out better than any of us,” he manages hoarsely, unable to look her in the eye anymore. Not with all these… feelings simmering so close to the surface. And before he can help himself, “Do you already know who this mystery man is?”
He’s come to realize how absolutely unequipped he is to hear the answer, but her unassuming statement has already taken residence inside him somehow, a burning sensation accompanying it.
His question jolts her into consciousness, and she notices they’re almost at her apartment. “Ah Kurosaki-kun is very curious today,” she laughs nervously, “only one confession per day! That’s the limit!” The fake cheer in her voice grates in her own ears but she hopes desperately it will steer him away because she’s this close to telling him sometimes, and this was one of those times. Especially in these rare moments when she feels an odd mixture of weakness and greed, where she wants to latch on to him and ask him to stay by her side, hoping selfishly that his kindness will make him say yes. But Orihime was practiced at hiding those feelings away.
“Is that right,” he smiles teasingly, albeit weakly, “... I didn’t know you were so mysterious, Inoue. Well goodnight, then.”
And as he watches her climb up the stairs to her floor, and then lean over the railings to wave goodbye one more time, he can’t help but think of that image of her again, happy and in love and so beautifully fulfilled. And he thinks of the shadow of the man next to her, who will protect that dream and that smile, and his stomach clenches bitterly.
“You deserve it,” he whispers to her retreating figure, “... You deserve all of it.”
- fin -
A/N : The ending was cheesy, I KNOW UGH
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Match up! (◠‿◠✿)
hiya!! can i pls get a matchup for ikesen, if its ok? 💞
bi girl i prefer guys! ambiverted intp, gryffindor, n true neutral. i have an older twin sis n i love/hate her sm lmao!!
i have medium-length straight-ish black hair (w/ a side bang to the right) & dark brown eyes!! im 5'5-ish, fun fact: im a filipina!
sooo im a complex daydreamer!! i NEED attention/affirmation or ill feel unwanted/sad. emotional scorpio, im quite sensitive. anxiety, i overthink too much! quiet w/ people im not close w/. easily annoyed but guilty after ‘cause im soft-hearted. im like half funny/playful/kind & half deep/mature/awkward- hopeless romantic! i have a way w/ words, sorta poetic? i wanna be the best! sorta socially anxious, i have a fear of judgement. im not innocent but ppl think i am at first. i look fine but deep down im a big mess. rlly smart & knowledgable. vv passionate, big nerd actually! im like a kid w/ my twin but w/ others im more mature. im the type to do fun stuff and loosen up but would also just cuddle and have long convos. im vv good w/ technology! very imaginative, i come up with stories a lot- around others im very quiet because i literally have no idea what to say. actually a big history fanatic, hehe. i act confident but im not rlly, actually vv insecure and i regret a lot of things.
a habit of mine is that i tend to drift away and just… think? i also tend to care a lot abt my appearance! i get competative but there are also times when im just chill. i get vv embarrassed when i lose control tho n i regret it sm :(( i have loads of trouble asking for help even if i like to help others a lot! i like being organised but i tend to be… chaotic.
hsjsh- fun fact: there are times where im just,, super hyper n say the weirdest things? im good in school but,, im lazy yknow- i love math (surprisingly, i got a natural talent?), science (esp abt stars n space), history, and english (actually my 2nd languange but im very fluent) the most. bilingual but im also learnin french! wanna learn latin too tho but id break down- i have the fear of the unknown, failure, n loneliness! im scared of the future cause its beyond human ability to know,, the only guys ive rlly talked to r family members so my awkwardness goes 100x hsjsjs
oh, i rlly love affection, but i need a lot of space too, tho! girls gotta have privacy- games r a hUge part of my life, so is technology and the modern era! i actually like sports too- not very good at em tho :((
some likes: gaming, jokes (esp corny/stupid/puns), space, stars, weapons (esp swords/guns), philosophy, psychology, testing myself, affection, animals, doing exhilirating things, music, movies, books, writing, astrology, astronomy, learning new things, & mythology.
some dislikes: too much heat, school presentations, creepy dolls, being under pressure, dirty things, blind faith, & annoying people.
tysm! omg i hope this isnt too long- i think this is too long?? yIkes i hope that this is ok!! love ur writing btw! stay safe 💞
Hi hi love! thank you so much for the request! You sound like a wonderful person and omw it soooo cool that you have a twin! I actually think she sent in a request right after you did lol! Anyways sorry for making you wait sooooo long and i hope you enjoy it! @x-joie-x
So i match you with...................... Mitsuhide
The first time you meet this sneki boy, you were quiet and reserved. War council had just ended and you were named as a princess of the Oda forces. You were super socially awkward, and anxiety was slowly starting to creep in, as the curious warlords started to surround you. It wasn’t until Mitsuhide had pulled you away in a teasing manner to save you from the crowd that you finally started to calm down. He had noticed this new little mouse had been on edge since arriving. However, he didn’t suspect you of being an assassin or spy as, during the whole council, your hands shook, and you could barely speak up against Nobunaga’s demanding and commanding tones.
Mitsuhide had found you incredibly amusing from the first moment you walked in, you caught this foxes eye. He didn’t know if it was the innocence or naïve purity that just seemed to radiate from you, but for some reason when he was looking at you, he found that he simply couldn’t look away.
It took all of one day for all the warlords to officially drop all suspicions of you. You were just such a sweetheart how could they not instantly love you and feel the need to protect you. You had started helping a few of the maids that first morning after you were named princess. You didn’t want to be a freeloader, so you worked hard to earn your keep and soon, the maids were fighting over who would get to work with you cause all of then just loved and adored you so much.
You got annoyed with Hideyoshi when he first found you helping the maids, as he was 100% started micromanaging you. You lost you cool and raised your voice at him, TBH Hideyoshi didn’t think anything of it, but it wasn’t until you had pitched up at his manor an hour later to apologize for being so rude to him that he realized what a sweet and sensitive person you truly were. Of course from that moment onward you had gained yourself a big doting brother.
All the Oda forces agreed that you were too sweet and naïve for your own good, so Mitsuhude was assigned to give you princess lesson to prepare you for your new life as Oda princess. You were super excited when Mitsuhide had told you that he was going to teach you a variety topics such as economics, politics, history and self-defence. You even managed to impress the sneki boy, by getting all the questions correct on the first test he had handed you. You had found that first test incredibly easy as you were a bit of a history buff, and all the questions had been based on Nobunaga’s history. This low key shook the sliver kitsune a little bit, as this proved that not only were you pure and naive but you were also super smart. You kind of reminded him a little bit of Mitsunari, a cleaver professor with their head in the clouds.
Mitushide praised you for your ability to pick up on concepts quickly and work diligently as a student, “I dare say little one, you are the best student a teacher could ask for.” You spend masses amount of time with sneki boi, and through that time you realized just how sweet Mitsuhide truly was, although he was a massive tease leaving you a blushy mess almost every day after lessons with his teasing comments. And naturally, the more time Mitsuhide had spent with you, the more in love he fell. It was also noted by the fellow warlords that, Mitsuhide always wore a soft gentle expression when it came to you, and in your experience he had been a kind gentle patient teacher. SO naturally you found yourself more and more drawn to this mysterious man.
Through all the time spent with the kitsune, you found yourself opening up more and more. He was one of the few people that got to see your playful side. You now would make the puniest, corniest jokes he has ever heard, leaving this kitsune in a fit of laughter mid-way through a lecture. Not only that, but he loved loved loved your competitiveness side.
This side of you slowly started to surface after the 3rd or 4th self-defence lesson when you started challenging the kitsune to rematches whenever he would pin you down, ultimately beating you in your little makeshift sword fight. Boy oh boy, don’t even get me started on the shooting lessons, once you were able to fire the rifle, you were straight-up challenging this boy, the best marksmen around to a shoot-off. “Come on Mitsuhide, the first one to get 100 bulls-eyes in a row wins, and the loser has to buy tea.” Needless to say, you always lost and even though every day you would make that exact bet, Mitsuhide would always insist on sticking you for tea and lunch as reward for being such a good student.
He really enjoyed spending time with you and would absolutely insist on holding your hands whenever the two of you were on your way to the tea house together after your lessons. “I can’t have my clumsy little mouse tripping and falling now can I.” Every day without fail, he would say that to you as he wraps his big hand around your small one, while leading you to your favourite tea house.
The two of you would talk about everything and anything over tea, these topics ranged from you making stupid jokes, to talking about random topics such as philosophy and psychology. Either way, Mitsuhide loved to spend time with you. He would always listen to and hang on to every word you said, storing every word in his memory.
You were his precious little mouse, and he knew you were an extremely sensitive creature. If anyone dared say a single bad word to you or make you sad, they would face the wrath of this very protective kitsune. Like one time, one of the visiting daimyos had talked down to you for accidentally bumped into him. You were busy cleaning the windows when you accidentally lost your balance and bumped into him. He was so disgusted that a mere maid had touched him. He started yelling at you and insulting you, this escalated to such a point that he even had his hand raised ready to hit you for getting dirty window water on his shoes. That’s when sneki boi decided to intervene. Mitsuhide legit stood protectively in front of you with his rifle pointed at the man’s heart, with the full intention to shoot. “Golly me it appears like you are quite the troublesome little mouse, my dear.” He then turned his sharp gaze towards the daimyo “I do suggest you apologize to the Oda princess, lest you want to answer for your crimes directly to Nobunaga.” The man simply scoffed and walked away. Mitsuhide then turned to you and enveloped you in a warm hug while kissing the top of your head, “Are you alright, my dear little mouse?” Mitsuhide looked into your beautiful eyes and gently took your hands in his, “Come little one, I have something I wish to show you.”
The two of you walked hand in hand to Mitsuhide’s manor, Mitsuhide led you out into his garden, where you saw something so beautiful you could cry. The garden was filled with flowers and candles and in the centre was a table set up, with a feast laid out op top of it.
Mitsihide had told you that night that he was hopelessly in love with you. He was overjoyed when he had discovered that you like him, was also a hopeless romantic and that you had an incredibly poetic, romantic way with words. You handed him a letter in which you had expressed your feelings for him in the form of a beautifully written poem. You were actually intending to leave the poem on his desk as a way of confessing your feelings. This instantly melted sneki bois heart into a giant puddle and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a sweet kiss.
After diner Mitsuhide had led you deeper into the garden where a fluffy blankie was sprawled out on the grass, he guided you to sit down and the motioned for you to lookup. Above you, a thousand stares were shooting across the sky in a big meteor shower. Mitsuhide pulled you into his arms and kissed your cheeks as the two of you watched the sky. He always remembered every detail you had told him about yourself, so when you revealed that you loved the sky and the stars, he knew he had to incorporate this rare meteor shower in your date somehow.
This had sparked a new tradition between the two of you, to stargaze and spend the whole night in deep conversation. These nights were full of love and affection as Mitsuhide would pull you into his lap and just hold you there for hours and hours as the two of you talked and watched the sky
Of course sneki boi also had a bit of a spontaneous side, and would take you on exhilarating trips around Nobunaga’s territories. They were mostly missions but after you had nagged Nobunaga to give you permission to go along on the missions, you and Mitsuhide would finish the official work asap so that the two of you cuties had plenty of time to enjoy yourself in the new environment.
Mitsuhide loves everything about you from your slight messiness, to your love of learning new things. He also knows that his sweet little mouse sometimes needs some space and alone time and will be sure to give you as much alone time as you need to recharge. He knows that you will seek him out when you have had enough of your own company. He will always welcome you back with outstretched arms when you have had enough alone time, and shower you with endless amounts of affection.
Whenever you are feeling insecure or worrying about the future Mitsuhide is right there by your side, whispering words of affection and reassurance in your ears. He makes sure to remind you every day just how perfect you are and just how much he loves you.
Often you can be found in sneki boys lap with your head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck as he soothingly strokes your hair. Don’t be surprised if this sneaky kitsune drops a few kissed on your nose, cheeks or lips during these quiet and peaceful moments, just as a way to convey how much he loves and adores you.
Other potential matches……………..Masamune
I hope you enjoyed it dear and i hope you have the best day!
#ikesen matchup#matchups#match ups#matches#akechi mitsuhide#ikesen mitsuhide#ikemen sengoku mitsuhide#mitsuhide akechi#mitsuhide ma#submission
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if you’re open to plotting something new, what are some ideas you might want to explore with someone??
i am always open to plotting!! let me see what i can find, i’ll organise it by character,,,no dancestors for now but if u wanted to plot with one of them, feel free to send another ask!!
i dont really have any DETAILED plot ideas, these are more just starting points..sadly none of my ocs rly have future arcs planned out so these are all pretty casual...and these are not an exhaustive list! im open to any and all plot ideas so pls dont be afraid to ask!!
for faldur,,
he’s always open for ex matesprits or ex kismesis, as well as casual pitch flings. theres pretty much no guidelines for these ones, if it’s someone who’d be interested in him, and they’re jade or above, it’s fair game!
an ex mate might be someone who found him too intense and broke up with him, someone who indulged his narcissism and boosted his ego til his other quads were forced to intervene, or something else entirely, as long as there was a reason they had to break up (i currently dont want him to have a red quad 4 Reasons)
kismesis flings…hes open to anything. he hangs around bars often and will flirt with Anyone he finds attractive, so if someones open to that kinda thing its good to go. this could also lead to general friendships! he has no friends currently. boo
on the topic of friends, book friends! a little known fact is he spends a lot of time on book forums, and someone to geek out over books with would be a nice change of pace.
bitchy highblood friends. just like a bitchy seadweller squad would be fun, tbh.
enemies! got a seadweller who would find him obnoxious? hell yeah! enemies is pretty open ended, i’d be willing to have faldur fucked up to teach him a lesson (within reason, he IS a seadweller and he is strong. he does fight a lot) alternatively, u got a lowblood (or highblood tbh) who needs a reason to be afraid of seadwellers? faldur attacks ppl who so much as look at him funny, so thats a valid option too
MAFIA TIES…faldur works as an assassin for when people need something really fucked up done to someone. do with that what u will
OH I JUST REMEMBERED fleet recruiters/anyone from the fleet/similar organisation who sees potential in him. faldurs constantly torn between redemption and leaving it all behind to join the fleet, so that could be interesting!
theres definitely more but…tbh im welcome to anyone approaching me with ANY plot ideas they have!
will do the rest under the cut bc that got LONG
I WROTE THIS ALL OUT AND FORGOT HARREL
BIG ONE IS just other mafia trolls!!
mafia bosses/hitmen who would hire him. who are doing jobs on the downlow, and need a cleanup guy! harrel is very good at his job so he’s highly regarded within the business
especially mean mafia ppl. be mean to him. its part of his character hes anxious bc the mafia is mean
no specifics, but i want harrel to just get Fucked Up. like i said, he’s highly regarded so holding him for ransom isn’t out of the question. just fuck this nerd up
on a lighter note! he frequents record shops and jazz clubs, so maybe a musician or two with similar interests to help him get out of his shell. he needs a friend or two.
friends from university! anyone in sciences, forensics, medical science, criminal studies…he probably studied with them! his backstory is that he disappeared from university one day when he got kidnapped by a mafia boss, and managed to wrangle his way into them keeping him alive. an old friend who noticed and is suddenly Very Confused upon seeing him again like 5 years later
someone he went to uni with who’s now in the law industry, and the conflict that might arise from them being on two totally different ends of the spectrum…could be a fun dynamic!
on the same wavelength: old flames from university. ex quadrants, ex hookups, ex crushes. people he was romantically involved with before suddenly disappearing
i think thats all…
forrr sarky!
no real quad stuff needed for him…perhaps an ex or two, but no real ideas there!
other grubtubers to be friends with, or fans who’ve met/would want to meet him! grubtube is a HUGE part of his life and i’ve never really been able to explore it, bc he has no connections involved with it. u got a grubtuber troll who’d collab with him? a troll who enjoys letsplays? a weird youtuber superfan who’d give their right arm to meet a letsplayer? fuck yea dude all valid options
PETTY INTERNET DRAMA. im sure theres potential
sarky IS a shifter, meaning he turns into a weird dragon monster in the dead of night on a full…moons (idk how that works on alternia,,,hello???) u got a troll who’d stop him when they catch him stumbling shirtless thru the city streets post-shift towards a local diner at 4am weirdly covered in scars and looing like he’s about to pass out?? a poor overworked diner worker wondering what the Fuck this dudes deal is when he stumbles in at 5am before cramming his face full of meat?? a troll who hangs out in the wilderness bordering the city and saw the horrific sight of this fuzzy teal bitch shifting into a giant dragon?? or just a fellow shifter perhaps?? idk theres a lot that can be done here, im sure
apartment neighbours! disgruntled highblood a floor below him wondering why this bitch keeps scaling the building?? or someone who thinks its pretty sick, actually.
fellow city dwellers for him to meet and befriend or annoy the shit out of…he takes the subway a lot, so they can meet there. or in some greasy food place
connected to faldur, any ex quads of faldurs that had to be intervened with and broken up, sarky was probably involved. if u want them to be bitter towards him, feel free. it makes for more interest >:3c
florem time…………..
GET FLOREM A GIRLFRIEND 2K20…PLEASE. i just want her to have a girlfriend. its what she deserves and we all know it
get her FRIENDS TOO....friends who will support her, and her weird hobbies. florem has a tendency to help other people and forget about her own needs, so itd be nice for her to have a friend who listens to her too...
perhaps a troll who stumbles upon her weird troll-eating plant. a fellow enthusiast or some poor soul she has to rescue, either or
a fellow taxidermy enthusiast....maybe a pen pal who buys stuff from whatever the troll equivalent of etsy is
camping buddy...............she has no one to go camping with!!
im sadly low on ideas for florem but i DO want interactions with her...
veleno tiem babey
she needs a gf in every single goddamn quad.....shes 100% single
a Bunch of highbloods who were cocky enough to gamble against her, and are incredibly mad about losing. highbloods out for vengeance
on the same wavelength, a highblood who lost and got incredibly mad and fucked her face up, giving her all them scars....vel would avoid them for the rest of her life, but perhaps its someone who frequents the same casinos as she does so she cant avoid em 4 Extra Drama
other down on their luck lowbloods, maybe younger ones, who need her help bc shes Experienced. she can become their Street Mom
other down on their luck lowbloods for her to just befriend!! she frequents a shitty diner, as well as singing in a jazz club and hanging around in casinos. if youve got a lowblood who hangs around in those places they could def meet!
i THINK thats all i got...but know i am more than open to literally Any plot suggestion ever >:3c
#Anonymous#ask#save#pls read this is u ever even Consider rping with me i spent 2 long writing this#fredmusings#i cant believe i whole ass forgot harrel
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Pocket Monsta X - Back to School
A/n: A beautiful anon bean requested Pocket BTS back to school/or moms going back to school ~ so I combined them a bit and decided to do Monsta X too 😘 Enjoy, and have a good school year everyone!
Shownu:
the most well organized little bean
almost mathematical about it
counts all his pencils even if they came in a box labeled 12 or 24
gets so excited about the folders with the race cars on it
wants all his folders to be in black and red design
will understand if he can’t have that - but will be disappointed
likes the pencil bags with all the zippers and the googly eyes
will have a t-rex lunch box
helps you go grocery shopping for all the lunch foods and after school snacks
a good student, plays well with others
if you’re the one going back to school you better believe he’s going to be your #1 supporter hands down
will give you a little valentines day note every day, all year round
Wonho:
is so tearful on the first day of school
does not want to leave you
might get so nervous he throws up before you even leave the house
will be one of those students that spend the first half of every day for the first week really quiet and with red-rimmed eyes, tears silently tracking down their face and sniffing
once he makes friends though he will be okay
will try to hold the teacher’s hand
pack him special home-made snacks for lunch and give him a little hand-written note every day and he will feel better
might accidentally call the teacher ‘mom’
which only results in a fresh round of tears
has a comfort teddy bear/ bunny from home in his backpack
the most excited pocket to see mom after a long day
if you’re the one going to school he’s going to whine a lot a first
but be so proud of you for going back to school
will try to be helpful, sharpens your pencils for you if he thinks they’re too dull
Kihyun:
wants the sparkily folders
if he isn’t getting glitter on his hands when he pulls out his homework he’s not happy
wants the pencils labeled with the days of the week
also wants the clear/glittery pencil grips
so happy about pencil erasers
will spend hours when he gets home capping them onto his pencils and making the color combinations
has one of those large, plastic pencil cases
because he loves the clicking sounds it makes
dances when you write “Kihyun” on the top of it because it’s his
will happily write his own name on every single one of his pencils, crayons, markers, folders...
his name is the only thing he knows how to spell correctly and he loves it okay
but will be so excited to learn how to write and spell new words
will become the spelling bee champion at the end of the school year
blushes if he gets “have a good day! :)” notes written on his sandwich bags
has a special back to school bowtie - it has the alphabet and little pencils on it
loves The Magic School Bus more than anything
if it’s you going back to school he’s going to be the most organized little pocket
more organized than he is for himself
makes sure you do your homework and will nag you about it
Minhyuk:
Lisa Frank EVERYTHING pls
also anything that lights up (like those pens) or has a toy on top he wants wants wants
also wants a slap ruler (like one of the ones that’s like a slap bracelet)
wants all the gel pens
throws things in the cart when you’re not looking
just wants everything that has color and/or is shiny... which is a lot in back to school season
lays out all his things on the floor when you get home and tells you all about each item over and over again even though you were with him when you got them 15 minutes ago
the most talkative child in class
always raises his hand, knows the answers
even if he doesn’t he’ll raise his hand anyways
immediately friends with everyone in the classroom
helps the crying students (like Wonho) feel better by making them laugh and giving them big awkward hugs
gets invited to all the birthday parties
gets in trouble for learning the teachers first name and yelling “KAREN I HAVE A QUESTION”
if you’re the one going to school he’s going to ask you all the questions about why you’re going and what you’d learn
you can’t take him to class with you because he’ll just yell at the professor
“HEY MISTER SIR TEACHER SIR BEARDED DUDE MAN - WHAT IS MACHIAVELLI”
you’d have to put him in a daycare
Hyungwon:
will try to get everything in black
you will have to show him the back to school sheet and force him to put the 7/8 black folders and notebooks back
or else he’ll mess up his class subjects
wants to go overboard on the art supplies
will try to convince you that charcoal sketching pencils would be fine for note-taking
the quiet kid whom everyone likes
switches seats a lot because the teacher likes to put him by the loud annoying kids to try to teach them a lesson
just rarely rarely speaks up
gets nervous if called on to answer a question
gets comments on his report cards that say “very smart but doesn’t participate enough in class”
if you’re the one going back to school he’ll just kinda wave you away like
“bye have a good day as long as you come back i don’t care that much”
but will be so so glad when you come home because he actually did miss you
so proud of your every accomplishment
will let you know through extra cuddles
Jooheon:
you know those lava-lamp rulers? yeah. he wants one of those.
also wants the car folders like Shownu
but also wants every Spiderman folder you can find
has a lot of energy
but is a real sweetie
Loves the “School House Rock” songs, knows them all by heart
will sing “Conjunction junction, what’s your function” all around the house, dramatically
needs extra help with math
really likes when teachers play music and make the room smell like peppermint for tests
goes all out at gym class
particularly loves four-square
aims for the head during dodgeball - will claim ‘accidentally’ but you just know
gets in fights about once a week, usually gets a bloody nose
usually was defending a friend so he had good intentions but you’ll have to tell him over and over again his fists are not the answer
get used to getting phone calls
looses his first tooth (one of the front ones) during recess one day and can’t stop smiling and showing it to everyone
if you’re going back to school he’ll be super pouty at first
but then be really excited when you explain why you’re doing it
will miss you when you’re gone but wants to hear about your day when you come back - while cuddling, of course
I.M:
Bill Nye the Science Guy is his hero
the most enthusiastic one chanting “BILL BILL BILL BILL BILL!” in the classroom
will get up and dance/bounce around fist-pumping the air while he does it
sasses the teacher
but very clever
gives the teacher a poem and like a vegetable as a gift on the first day of school because he found it rhymed with their last name
likes fake stabbing people with mechanical pencils
doodles on his jeans and his arms with markers
is the one who helped Jooheon lose his tooth using the door and string method
is super shy for the first day of school but gradually warms up as the week goes on
wants to wear the same t-shirt every day
tells you excitedly about his first day and who he thinks is going to be his friends and who he already hates
will be the person with the handmade spitball gun
if you’re going back to school he’s super encouraging, helps you get ready
asks you questions about your homework and wants you to be happy
gives you lots of hugs, bc when you hug him he feels better so it’s only logical that you would feel better if he hugs you
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