#and she even got free tutoring/parenting as well!

[grimm-haven]

And this is how Ashton got roped into babysitting his twin's daughters once again.

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[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Daycare

Danny moves to Gotham after Lady Gotham themselves asks for his help.

Gotham's natural ecto has been deteriorating, and considering ecto was what held everything in existence together safely this was a major problem for Lady Gotham.

If Gotham got too bad it would spread to the rest of the world, and could cause it to cease to exist entirely.

So Danny came, as the Ghost King he had the power to filter in great amounts of the corrupt ecto just by being in the city.

But part of his obsession was protection & helping, Gotham already had a lot of help (Batfam). So he decided to focus on helping not with the problem at the top (villains), but with the problems at the bottom.

The problems at the bottom that would be the root cause in breeding more problems.

After all, many didn't start evil, but need and desperation pushed them towards that path.

So Danny moved to the worst part of Gotham, The Bowery.

What did he do there?

Why open a Daycare of course!

Many parents could not get a good or stable job simply because they needed to look after their kids and could not afford to pay the daycare fee.

Danny wasn't worried about money after all the coffers that he inherited as king would take forever to even make a dent in it, and that's only if he was living a very lavish lifestyle everyday for several human generations.

With this in mind his Daycare fee was pretty much nothing.

He would take care of the children of a very wide age group, while the adults could focus on getting a decent job or even returning to school for a higher education for better opportunities.

How does he care for so many children?

He duplicates himself of course!

At least in the very beginning, after a while he begins expanding his Daycare offering classes and tutoring to the children as well as free food at all times.

Who's helping him ?

His ex-rouges and other ghosts who volunteered.

Lunch Lady absolutely adores having so many people and kids to make food for, and Box Lunch can socialize and play with the other kids while she works.

Ember even volunteers to be the music teacher!

Danny has the help of many ghosts who once they heard his plans were very excited to help, many having the obsession with teaching children or in general. Other ghosts helped with building, expanding, and just generally helping maintain the building in great shape. Even building a very diverse and fun playground.

Of course all this catches the attention of Red Hood. Danny just appears one day on his territory with many others and practically having a building appear out of nowhere with how fast it was built, asking literal pennies to take care of the children, and free food for anyone who asks.

All that gains a lot of attention and is rather suspicious.

But the crime rate has been going down since he opened, which is a good thing.

But many people don't want good things and decide messing with Danny and his Daycare.

Unfortunately for them cuz Danny is absolutely down for violence if he's protecting what's his.

~

Villain: "What a lovely place you have here would be a shame if something were to happen"

Danny who has the audacity to fight Gods and win: "Someone call an ambulance! But not for me!

Also Danny: "These hands are rated E for everyone"

~

Other people:"Should we call someone for help?"

The ghosts:" Nah, let him have his fun he needs his enrichment"

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Red Hood: "He's very suspicious"

Danny is absolutely covered in paint and singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star with the young kids: "Ah yes I'm totally doing normal Gothamite behavior"

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Lady Gotham is having some self care spa time she's having a grand time: "Should I warn the young king of the other halfa (Jason)? Hmm best not, it'll be more entertaining if it happens naturally"

~

Just an Idea

[jinxificada]

leave it to her.

troublemaker!jinx x people pleaser!reader

summary: for once, you were taken care of.

notes: nsfw, modern au, wc 2,7k. no proofread. Heh, this is for my bottoms out there !! might change the title lmao..

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never, in a million years, you would’ve thought that you’d see jinx crying. definitely not in such a… helpless way.

you were on your way to have lunch at the greenery of the campus, if you were lucky you’d find a nice spot under a tree, but the soft grass under the sun would suffice too. you had a red, juicy apple in hand, a novel in the other and your pretty purse on your shoulder. you were planning to do the best you could with that free period.

that is, until you casually find the blue haired girl crying under the bleachers.

it was out of character, way too far.

you’ve known jinx since… forever. though you doubted she ever noticed you, she definitely caught your eye from a very young age.

you didn’t know much about her home life, apart from rumors and gossip full of inconsistencies, her life history was a mystery. but you just knew something happened around the age of thirteen, because that’s when her personality had a huge change.

from the cheerful, creative, social butterfly powder to the obnoxious, short tempered, problematic jinx. it wasn’t from a day to the other, of course not, but you vividly remember when she mutated skins.

it started by her getting weirdly quiet. it was just strange for you not to hear her loud giggles and excited volunteers to participate in class. sometimes, she would even skip them. then you noticed that she pulled away from everyone. her former friends were mindlessly brushed off as she preferred to sit quietly alone.

she started getting in troubles. kids would accuse her from stealing stuff, such as pencils or lunch money. it got messy real quick, after all, they couldn’t ignore it when it was at least six to seven kids assuring it was her who committed the crimes. parents got involved, but apparently her father handled it very well because soon enough nobody cared anymore.

growing up jinx developed a punk, dark style that got you obsessed for awhile. and she played the part, discussing with the teachers and challenging the authorities, she really seemed to hate the system. and her classmates.

now, maybe, just maybe, you had a crush on her. and you could’ve do something about it, if it wasn’t because she scared the shit out of you.

jinx was a walking trouble. wherever she went, whenever it was, with whoever she wanted. her patience was extremely low and it was obvious she found joy in making others miserable. younger kids were more likely to be her victims, but some classmates were unlucky enough to get involved too.

she never messed with you. and your most logical explanation was that she simply didn’t care about your existence. and why would she? you two were… polar opposites.

while jinx was pure chaos, you were an angel.

everyone’s favorite, specially teachers. not that you were exactly a nerd, but that didn’t matter. so what if you weren’t academically smart? you were adorable, enthusiastic and kind. even the most strict and harsh teacher would feel happy to see your hand raising in their class and answer to your dumb questions. in fact, they’ll use you as an example to encourage others to satisfy their curiosity by learning.

socially, you were a bit awkward, but you always meant well! there isn’t a club you haven’t been a member of, or a student council activity you haven’t volunteered for. you gave free tutoring, shared your lunch to those who didn’t bring enough money, helped carry books or homework models from one side of the school to the other.

in conclusion, you were a sweetheart.

this comes from an early age. when your parents proudly bragged to their friends about how ‘quiet’ and such a ‘well behaved’ kid you were. sure you’ve got yourself in a few little incidents. like stealing a chocolate from the store when you accompanied your mom do groceries. bringing stray animals to your house because you were worried they’d have to sleep alone and making your parents deal with them. or getting caught red handed magnetically reading your father’s porn magazine.

silly little accidents.

you were simply the kindest soul alive. of course you wouldn’t ignore someone crying alone.

your shy steps alerted jinx quickly, her head snapped up and her bloodshot eyes stared at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“what do you want?” she aggressively asked you, there was a vulnerability in her tone that squeezed your heart.

“um, i have tissues.”

your hands trembled as you rummaged through your bag, rushing to kneel in front of her and hand them over. you needed to comfort her, but you also wanted this to end as soon as possible.

her already pouty lips formed a frown, hesitating for a long minute before snatching it from your hand to blow her nose. not another word came out from her, not even thank you.

it was awkward, to stare at her while she cleaned up her wet face. your eyes traveled down to the floor, clearing your throat. “it’s a nice day.”

jinx only scoffed. glancing at you for a brief second before focusing on the tissues. then, she threw it away and placed her chin on her forearms as she hugged her knees, going back to that gloomy energy.

you were unsure, because she didn’t quite asked you to leave, but it seemed that her mind was elsewhere. what do you say now? you didn’t want to pry, in fact, you didn’t even want to know what was tormenting her.

then why did you stay?

you moved slowly, as if any sudden movement would make her notice your presence, you sat next to her, maintaining a respectful distance.

well, grass is grass. though neither the sun nor the wind hit your face like you’d want, it was a quiet, calming spot. so you opened your book and read.

it wasn’t like jinx didn’t notice you, or cared. there was something about your mere presence, it brought her a sense of peace. she kept crying, but she didn’t sob anymore. jinx kinda wanted to scoop closer, to make you round your arms around her and rest her head on your chest. that’s how welcoming your vibe was.

she didn’t, obviously. you both just sat there in silence, the noise of your pages turning and her quiet sniffing, along with the distant laughter from the students, were the only sounds heard.

you could tell jinx’s mind was complex, that was clear like water. it was inviting, the complexity of her person. to be the one to figure her out would be a big accomplishment, but ending up harmless was not reassured. if only you could ask her why was she crying.

she wouldn’t tell you, anyway. how could she explain the pain of her memories, the grief and difficulty in her relationship with her sister?

nightmares were easier to manage. one can wake up sweaty in the security of their home and they’ll be alone, with no eyes to judge your trauma. but the nightmares transformed into sudden flashbacks in the middle of a class, the heartbeat quickens at a scary pace and the breathing gets heavier. and jinx thought, only for a second, that she might die right there.

you didn’t ask her, and she appreciated it. because your presence comforted her in a way no one, and nothing, could ever do.

jinx left first. she had spent the majority of the hour looking at the floor, occasionally grunting, muttering stuff you couldn’t comprehend. but she stared at you for quite some time. she found herself relaxing at the sight of your fingers following the words you were reading, paying attention to the smallest details in your actions. like the little puffs of air and the way your chest rises, jinx’s own breathing started to match yours at some point.

it sent shivers down her spine when she realized. neither of you says a word when jinx suddenly gets up, shook the dirt on her jeans and walked away.

you thought it was over, how silly.

next day you were welcomed by stares and giggles, firstly you just thought everyone was being super friendly. until you got to your locker.

the word ‘dyke’ shined in a fluorescent pink, other small drawings filled the free space. it wasn’t strange for students to decorate them, but this clearly wasn’t your doing, and it was extremely striking compared to your quiet personality. that was jinx’s handwriting.

you chuckled to yourself in disbelief, naively tried to brush a hand to clean it with no success and you hear more laughing. you glance away from your locker, just then you notice people made a round to watch you, some even took evidence with pictures. your cheeks reddened intensely, and you tried laughing with them, to pay no mind to the aggression of it all and laugh it off.

you were boiling anger.

escaping the spotlight wasn’t easy, but you make it to the furthest bathroom. you felt like screaming, your breathing was heavy and little tears tickled the corner of your eyes.

what did you do to deserve it? is that how the universe pays you for being nothing but kind to people? you knew half of the students that were laughing at you. you helped them pass their exams, paid for their lunch, listened to their problems when no one else would. and then they laughed at you.

and what was so funny? how did they even know you were into women? were you that obvious?

while you were processing that and much more in you mind, someone else entered the bathroom. your head snapped towards them, scoffing loudly when you realize.

“dyke?” your voice rumbling in the empty room made jinx giggle, she closed the door and swiftly locked it. there was a very different air coming from her, she looked joyful, lively and mean.

her little mocking smile pretended to look innocent as she battled her lashes at you.

“dyke.” she shrugged, approaching you slowly. you felt cornered, like a prey.

“w—why?”

“w—why not?”

you huffed in frustration, stepping back to try and keep some distance, but she wasn’t having it. “did i offend you? yesterday?” you asked, unable to hold back the little tears.

jinx doesn’t answer, but her demeanor softens noticeably. she reached to brush her thumbs on you cheeks, she felt the warmth of your blush and her heart fluttered. she felt so giddy that it scared her, suddenly pulling back.

“what a dumb question.” she scoffed, messing with her hair as she turned to the mirror, fixing her appearance to her liking. you saw how she purposely smudged her eyeliner and you mentally agreed. it suited her. “when will you learn to mind your own business?” she added your name to the end of the question and it threw you off.

“huh?“ jinx looked at you with nonchalance, slightly amused at your confusion. “what do you mean?”

“you’re always behind other people, offering a helping hand and what not— it pisses me off.” her voice got progressively more annoyed. “you’re only losing time, did anyone help you back out there?”

“w—well, no, but—“

you couldn’t think of anything. she was right, she also approached you again, and her closeness affected you quickly, snatching the words from your mouth.

“b—b—but.”

you grunted, hiding your face in your hands as you leaned back on the wall. “stop it, stop.”

“i’m not doing anything!” she chuckled, comfortably placing herself next to you with her shoulder pressed to the cold surface to face you better. you couldn’t see her, but there was little hearts in her eyes as she gazed you.

“what’s wrong with lesbians, anyway…?” you used your last defense, muffling your words softly against your hands.

which you quickly pulled away when you felt cold fingers tickling the exposed skin of your waist. jinx held you with a delicacy that made your breathing twitch.

“nothing~” she purred, getting even closer as she hugged you from the side. “i love lesbians.” she chuckled again, but it didn’t sound like she was making fun of you now. you were bewildered, but you didn’t separate an inch. “i just couldn’t think of anything else to mock you, heh.”

you knew it was wrong for many reasons, but in the very moment you thought that it was cute. she was cute.

“i… i didn’t knew you…”

“hmm?” she hummed with a smile, placing her lips close to your ear to murmur as soft as she could. “that i was into you?”

she wasn’t making things up. you were simply oblivious. why else were you practically the only one unaffected by jinx’s antics? until today, that is.

if you’d have payed attention, you would’ve noticed the constant staring, the quiet steps behind you. you would’ve understood why some ungrateful students came back at you after a tutoring session to offer you money for your time and effort, you never accepted it, but there was jinx threatening kids for you.

jinx fixation only snapped when you finally offered your attention to her. to have you kneeling in front of her with worried eyes, unsure of how to actually help her and not leaving when she wouldn’t even spare you another glance after accepting the tissues. your kindness made her heart race and she wanted it all to herself.

the silence that filled the bathroom was comforting, though the tension could be cut with a knife. or a kiss, whichever happened first.

surprisingly, you made the first move. tilting your head close enough to brush your lips against hers. you felt her sigh into your mouth before reciprocating. the contact was firm, eager and gentle. could’ve been more romantic if you weren’t in the schools bathroom, but neither of you minded.

she didn’t lose time to press herself into you against the wall, her hands roamed your waist and shamelessly explored under your shirt. the kiss quickly heated up, just like your bodies.

your hands clutched her shoulders to keep her close, though you shy away for a second when her tongue licked your lower lip. “god…” you sighed, mesmerized by the feeling. jinx tried again and this time you welcomed her by opening your lips for her.

she treated you so good, her touch both gentle and hungry made your back arch into her. her tongue conquered your mouth with ease, exploring every inch until one of you pull away to breath.

it was intoxicating, thrilling. the voice in your mind warning you when her hand slipped under your pants got more and more distant. her slim fingers caressed you over your underwear and you reluctantly broke the kiss to whimper softly. it was unknown, exciting. your own hand gripped her forearm as you tried to quiet down.

jinx hummed in amusement, “feels good, hm?” she pecked your lips before moving to your neck. it was only a matter of minutes before you pleaded for more. though your words came out slurred and nonsensical, you had to guide her hand under your panties to make the point.

“y—yeah, yeah,” you kept mumbling, praising the softness of her touch. jinx’s own knees trembled when she heard you moan loudly, her middle finger smoothly entering your pussy. she had to kiss you again to shut you up, but she was fucking you so nice.

you greedily asked for more, muffling against her lips. you wouldn’t even be standing if you weren’t holding yourself from her shoulders. she added another one, setting a soft pace, her curling fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over.

you felt the pressure in your lower belly, “ah, jinx—“ you tried to warn her, but she already had an idea. your walls squeezed her fingers harder, and your hips kept twitching towards her, searching for relief.

“i got ya, baby.” she reassured you, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear as you came in her hands.

jinx was a riddle no one bothered to figure out, not even you. it was a pleasant surprise to be the first to feel how sweet she can actually be. you craved more of her.

it was a weird pairing, people noted. you both mindlessly walked hand in hand the next week, jinx’s uncaring attitude gave you the boost of confidence you needed after being laughed at so recently. [jinx apologized profusely for it.] but it worked perfectly, having each other’s back when something went wrong. there was a special, comforting connection between you two that couldn’t be compared.

[littlenahsstuff]

When will my life begin- Pt2

Chloe Charming x Red x F!reader

Synopsis: you are adjusting to school life with your favorite roomies and unknown feelings quickly pop up. Castlecoming is around the corner and you aren’t sure what’s happening with it.

Warnings: still a little angst but really cute. Not proofread. I think that’s it. We’re learning guys!

Word count: 3.4k

Pt 1.

“Y/n please, sit down, dinner will be brought shortly,” Rapunzel-you mean, your Mom says. She glances at your fingers nervously tapping the chair.

“Yes, of course.” You sit down at the long table. At least two feet to your left sits your new brother. He’s pretty young still. Your parents told you he was ten but he was decently tall for his age.

“Hey Y/n, I know you are still adjusting like mom says but do you think you could come to my tourney game tomorrow?” He exclaims. Your mom looks nervous at the mention but quickly smiles. You are too. Your younger brother William is surprisingly very sweet already.

When you first met he seemed impartial to you but quickly found out your shared love for birds. It was one of the only books you had. You have no idea what tourney is though.

“I would like that very much,” you respond. He grins but doesn’t say anything else as the best looking meal you’ve ever seen comes out.

You wait before taking anything, trying to gauge what is an acceptable portion. Even then you avoid the deserts. Once you got a cupcake for successfully getting your powers to work. You had only a bite before it was snatched out of your hands when you failed but it was the best thing you’ve ever eaten until now.

During dinner it was nearly quiet save for the occasional question about you.

“Y/n, what do you enjoy doing?” Your Father asked.

“Uh… I like reading and drawing. I’ve always wanted to work with paint but um…. she said it was too messy,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your mother gave you a bittersweet look before an idea popped into her head.

“I too like those things, in fact painting is my favorite hobby. We should try it together sometime!” She suggests it and you think you’re life couldn’t get any bet-

“Your majesty, I apologize for the interruption but I have two letters. Both are for Princess Y/n, one from Auredon Prep,” some footmen says.

“Very well,” the queen says. He walks over and hands you the two letters. Your father raises an eyebrow.

You open it and read,

“Dear Princess Y/n,

Auredon prep must notify you that, due to extremely limited space, you must either start your school year this following Monday or be forced to stay behind.

We understand your particular circumstances and will offer free tutoring, exemption for all assignments during the two weeks you have missed, as well as counseling. We hope we see you early.

In addition to the limited space you will end up rooming with two students who have requested you. Red of Hearts and Chloe Charming.

Thank you,

Auredon Prep Staff.”

“Oh dear,” your mother says. “It’s up to you sweetie.”

You think about it, while you’ve had zero to none experience with the real world the offer of school and rooming with your two saviors is tempting. You don’t know what to do.

“If it’s alright I think I need the night to think on it?” You ask.

“Of course,” your Dad responds immediately.

Your mother nods too.

****

You get to your room, a stunning and very spacious purple room, and flop on your bed with the other letter in your hand. There is no address or name besides your name.

You tear it open.

“Hi Y/n, Sup,

We wanted to write to see how things are going. OH it’s Chloe, and Red!

We hope it’s okay but we heard you might be coming to Auredon prep and wanted to see if we could room with you.

You haven’t missed too much here. The classes are wonderfully boring. Not all of them! And if you are worried I can totally help you out.

This school is actually interesting on occasion, apparently they brought back some elective magic classes to “better teach the students control and the dangers of it all” but sometimes it kicks. I managed to make the teacher breakdance. It was cool.

That and the food here is not bad.

Anyways we respect your decision very much, but we would totally want you to be our roomie. Yup!

Chloe, and Red.”

The letter makes you giggle and your feet are kicking in the air weirdly. It seems like you’re excited about it now. It’s decided, you’ll go.

***

It’s your first day at Auredon. You were amazed by how magical everything looked. Your suitcase was heavy from your books but you lugged it in fairly easily, the stairs were a bit much.

When you opened the door Chloe immediately jumped up and squealed.

“Y/n you’re here! Come in, come in!” She drags you to what you presume will be your bed and sets the suitcase next to it.

“Good to see you,” Red softly smiles and sits on her bed across from yours.

“I’m glad I’m rooming with you too, thank you!” You reply cheerfully.

“Oh it’s no problem, we did promise we’d be there for you and besides I get how hard this whole, new world thing, can be. We got your backs Y/n” Red says. Her sincerity makes you blush a bit internally.

“Yes, and if it makes you feel better, we all are still new to the school. I’m sure barely anyone will notice you” Chloe adds.

***

She was in fact very wrong.

School was hard; as expected when you don’t know anything, but what was harder was the rumors that got worse by the day. You were this celebrated princess when you were missing apparently. You had a festival that took place on your birthday and everything! But when you turned out to be not that smart and without anything that set you apart in a good way, you were talked about a lot. Loudly too. It’s not even that you’re an idiot, you just legitimately do not know basic algebra or history.

Today was bad. The daughter of Mirabel Madrigal was a massive gossip and she did not inherent her quiet aunts nature. She saw you get an D minus on your first test and was in your history class when you were called upon and completely forgot the name of the school. Mariposa wasn’t a complete jerk about it, in fact the worst part was you can’t get too mad because she sounded worried when she told the entire school.

Chloe was the first to find out, Red didn’t have too many other friends unlike Chloe who was the best in Fencing club. Chloe didn’t exactly know what to do but it’s now she realized she should make good on her promise and help you out. Red was supposed to get help from her too. She felt a little ashamed. So she decided to remedy it the next night.

“Hey Red, Y/n?” You were so lost in the equation muttering to yourself about the different variables and how the heck some pig would need 18 pieces of coal per day for a random project.

“Uh… Y/n?” Red asks too, she gave up on the same problem a minute ago and was doing all the easier ones first. You now look up at them.

“Oh, did you say something? I’m sorry it’s just, I’m having a bit difficultly with some of the language here. What even is a square root? Pigs are mammals not plants and if I remember correctly, neither is this coal stuff!” You groan, flopping back onto your back.

“Want a little help guys? That problem does look difficult but I am fairly confident I can explain it better than the two year one math teachers. They aren’t very thorough. Don’t feel bad.” Chloe’s offer has you sitting up again and Red flips back to the question.

“Yes please,” you whisper, grateful Chloe is able and willing to help.

“And for the record….” She starts, “failing a test does not mean you’re dumb. Bookish intelligence is only one trait amongst thousands that can make a person good.” Now you know she knows which embarrasses you, but does Red? There’s no way she doesn’t.

“You’ll find what makes you tick tock tick,” red adds. She definitely knows too. “For me it was dance and art.” You sigh.

“Thanks, a lot truly. Anyways, please oh wise Chloe show me your brainy ways.” You say, causing all of you to giggle.

“Wish pleasure!” You weren’t perfect still but at least by the end of the night you found out what a square root was and even worked through the hardest problem. The teachers at the school are actually really bad because, while it wasn’t immediate, you could understand what Chloe was explaining. Red could too!

***

You start feeling like a third wheel by fifth week. You couldn’t understand the burning ache came from everytime they talked about castle coming. They were secretive beyond belief about it. They talked about it incessantly but you only caught bits and pieces. You yearned to know why they weren’t excited outwardly while talking about it. You couldn’t tell why it hurt so much and you felt bad about it. Whatever it was didn’t seem so healthy and you hadn’t felt like it since your time locked up.

You often shamefully stared at them while they were interacting. It was interesting to see such affection and how they felt a little more comfortable with you being there.

At the moment you were listening to them talk about dresses for castlecoming. Over the few weeks that and dance proposals was all anyone could talk about. You were told everyone could go but you didn’t want to be alone. You also didn’t want to ask to get a fancy dress. Your parents paying for your school supplies alone felt like a massive gift.

You didn’t want to see them have fun without you and it made you feel guilty as heck.

You stayed awake the majority of the fifth night from castlecoming. The next morning you looked like a zombie. Chloe had to go into practice early but when you awoke with a groan before realizing you had roommates again, Red looked at you funny.

“Y/n you don’t sound so good, and pardon me if it’s blunt but you look dead. Are you okay?” Red comes over to you. You sit up.

“Oh yeah I’m fine, it was just a weird night. Anyways um, so. Can you tell me more about your hobby’s? Chloe told me all about hers and it sounded cool but not something I would enjoy. Other than her gardening club. I might join that one.” You rub your eyes and yawn. Red sits on the edge of your bed.

“Of course. I like to work with spray paint the most, but it typically requires more room so I stick with regular paint nowadays. There’s actually an art club here, I joined it. The people there are pretty quiet and it’s relaxing. But when we show each other our work everyone is really supportive. The club ranges from people who don’t have any experience to those who are really good. I like to think I’m on that side.” She says wiggling her brows. You smile, it sounds like it’s right up your alley.

You shuffle a little. “Could I maybe join you sometime? I don’t want to intrude, but I do love art,” you admit. She nods enthusiastically.

“Yes! That would be so fun! I got to admit I was feeling a little jealous over you and Chloe spending some time together at a club. I wanna hang with you too!” She says but you’re confused again.

“If this sounds stupid, forget about it. What… what is jealousy?” You softly ask. She looks a little surprised but not completely aghast.

“Oh uh… it’s like an icky feeling within your soul. Like you want something and because others have it you get a little sad? Chloe could probs tell you better than me. Jealousy is normal but in some cases it could complicate things and if you let it get the best of you it could hurt your relationships. But again, it’s completely normal!” She finishes, sure of her explanation. It made her feel good that she could answer one of your questions and not just Chloe for once. You kinda are frozen now.

“Oh, I get it now. Thank you,” You say. Red doesn’t want to make you feel stupid and you already look uncomfortable, so she decides to drop it. Something she later realizes, she shouldn’t have done.

***

The weekend finally came and your roommates worried about something. What you didn’t know was they wanted to ask you to go with them to the dance. As far as you were concerned, however, couples went only with each other. You were avoiding them and the dance was this Sunday. Friday night they had to ask you to give you enough time.

Despite everything that happened during the original castle-coming at Merlin Academy, Auredon Prep would be much better. They knew that. They were still nervous about it and could tell you wanted to know why they were talking about it so quiet but they couldn’t tell you what happened yet. They also couldn’t agree on how to ask you to go. There was no time now, they needed to just get it over with and ask you to not only go to the dance as friends but as their third.

It was wild for both when they figured out they both liked you a lot. They think you are sweet, kind, funny, and the hardest worker they’ve ever seen. Your refreshing take on life reminded them of young Bridget and Ella at the same time and while they didn’t want to think how weird it sounded, they loved those traits.

After you got back to the room, as soon as curfew hit they were a little worried. As far as they know you only did two clubs and had two besties so far. You walked into the room and saw them staring at you.

“Hi guys!” You switch up. You know they know you’ve been avoiding them at this point. It will be okay because everything will go back to normal after the dance…. You hope.

“Hi Y/n” they both say In sync. You smile but it’s whiped away after Chloe says,

“Could you sit down for a sec? It’s nothing bad, we just wanna ask you a few questions.” You tense a little but comply.

“Are you going to the dance?” Red starts off. You shake your head no. Both Chloe and her look at each other with slight frowns.

“Why?” Chloe questions. You fiddle with your hands.

“Well, aren’t you not supposed to go if you don’t have anyone ask you or friends that aren’t going single. Nobody told me the rules but so far that’s what I’ve observed. And also, I don’t have anything fancy to wear. I don’t want to ask the king and- I mean my parents. I don’t know, I’ll go if you want me there but just… I don’t want to be left alone.” You admit and their eyes widen.

“No we really do want you there and you can go or not, any student can go. About the dress thing, Chloe has hers but I’m an insane last minute shopper. We were gonna pick it up tomorrow. You can pick yours out too!” Red says frantically.

“Yeah and you haven’t been here all day but your parents sent you an envelope with what seems like a pretty fat stack of cash in it and a letter. I’m assuming that it’s for the dress anyways.” Chloe adds, you are a little shocked. You are so close to saying you’ll go but then they grab each others hands and your heart drops.

The real reason you’ve been avoiding them was so you don’t show them you’re jealous of the both of them. You don’t know why but you assume it means wanting both of them. Why you have no idea. They’re awesome but it’s not like you know what love is when it comes to you experiencing it.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You zoned out a little, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to that bad.” Chloe offers.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you start sobbing and both of them look very confused from what little you can see through your bleary eyes.

“Hey, hey you aren’t what’s wrong?” Chloe rubs your shoulder. You sniffle. Red looks a little frozen now. Unsure of what to do with herself.

“I think I’m jealous but I don’t know why and I really don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry for avoiding you but I didn’t want you to know about it and now you know anyways! I don’t even know what I’m feeling but I really like you both and-“ Chloe comes over to you and kisses you on the cheek. You freeze. Thinking that Red was gonna get really angry. Chloe kissed you to make you feel better and now it’s such a mess and it’s all your fault.

“Shh, Y/n. Deep breaths. We aren’t going to leave you, we like you way too much!” Chloe soothes.

“The both of us do.” Red adds with a nod and she leans closer to you.

“I do have to apologize though, I may have been a little hard when explaining jealousy to you. It’s not that big of a deal unless you were screaming angry about us and sometimes it can be justified.” She pauses, your sniffling has lessened. “I am gonna try to be more careful when I say this but… I think you like-like us Y/n. And thats okay! I mean it’s like really obvious but we understand you don’t even know the signs yourself. I get it’s a lot, I had to have this conversation with Chloe around a month ago myself. But Chloe and I have talked and-“

Chloe interrupts Red, “We like you too. So much! We can take things slow but tonight we were gonna ask if you wanted to be our date to castle-coming romantically. Do you?” Everyone is frozen now with bated breath. Your brain is on overload now and even though this is everything you could have wanted it’s so much.

Red tries to break the tension, “No presh.”

It snaps you out of it.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes! I would love to!” You cheer and hug Chloe tightly before jumping up and hugging Red. She flinched but seems to melt right into it before you notice.

“Wait…” you stop, “does this… how does this work am I like your girlfriend or is this just me hanging with you more than platonically or- do we kiss for real? Do three person couples exist. I’ve heard of the seven dwarves but that’s it…” you trail and they giggle.

“It means that yes we kiss, and yes you are our girlfriends if you want to be” Chloe answers.

“And don’t worry they exist, especially in Wonderland!” Red says. “Maddox my old tutor was once in one.”

“Oh, girlfriend. I really really like the sound of that.” You say it softly as if it’s a promise. You’re stomach is replaced with fluttery sensations and instead of your heart hurting it feels as if it would burst into giggles.

“Can we maybe, kiss you?” Red asks, face flushed. Chloe nods too.

“Please-“ you make out before reds soft plump lips are on yours and it’s the best sensation ever. It’s hard and impactful. It gets replaced by an equally as awesome feeling when Chloe kisses you, it’s still strong but soft too in a way that tickles. They kiss each other and it’s not long before you are all covered in Red’s signature lip color. You giggle.

“So this is love,” you say dazed and they both burst into full on cackles. “Wait- what did I say?” They both just kiss you on the cheek and continue making out until you somehow manage to fall asleep all in your bed. Thankfully it’s fit for royalty. You are left excited for whats to come, especially getting to dance with your new girlfriends.

[minnieminshi]

Sporteen Masterlist

Welcome to what I call my chronic brainrot and where I start to accept the fact that I might actually like watching sports even tho I spent most of my childhood saying I hate sports lol 

This is the first series I’ve done and I’m also a first year uni student so I make no promises on how frequent I can update this but I do wanna try to get them done at least by when my semester ends in like April

Also some of the stories are linked as since some of the guys are on the same team/sport

Choi Seungcheol: Pucking Chemistry

Summary: You never should’ve agreed to tutor the captain of the hockey team. Who shows up a full hour after the agreed meeting time? Choi Seungcheol, apparently as you’ve come to learn. And now you’re stuck tutoring him because for some reason, you're his last hope to pass chemistry so he’s eligible to play in an upcoming tournament. 

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, mentions of your father abandoning the family 

Extra info: high school setting, Cheol uses the term "princess" a lot and I'm a sucker for calling people by their last name, mentions of Monsta X’s I.M (aka Changkyun) and Kard’s Somin (but she gets mentioned like once lol), your little brother’s name never gets mentioned but you do call him Frosty lol, and my knowledge of hockey is limited to watching Dr. Mike on yt talk about hockey injuries so there’s not a whole lot of hockey action in this fic lmao. On a personal note, this fic made my realize my little brother is turning 13 this year and I can’t handle that because what do you mean he’s a teen now he literally turned one the other day and I think that shows in this fic lol

Release: 2/24 Read Here

Word count: 9.9K

Yoon Jeonghan:  Maybe Romeo and Juliet Were Onto Something

Summary: When you agreed to help your dad with coaching his soccer team, you expected to help with writing down prs and handing out water bottles in return for free tickets and an excuse to be out of your dorm. What you didn’t expect to happen was falling for the charming co-captain of his soccer team. So do you take your shot with co-captain or do you heed your dad’s one and only rule of absolutely no dating his players? 

Warnings: cursing since that’s gonna be pretty much a staple in my writing lol, arguments with a parent 

Extra info: uni setting, so originally Jeonghan was gonna be a basketball player but then I remembered I hate basketball due to getting hit in the face and breaking my glasses on my birthday during practice… Plus I saw a tiktok of svt playing sports and Jeonghan was playing soccer and the gears started turning in my head lol 

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

Hong (Jisoo) Joshua:  It’s a Win-Win! Right?

Summary: Agreeing to fake date your best friend definitely wasn’t on your schedule when you dropped by after Joshua’s swim practice after your student council meeting had ended. But with his oddly passionate fangirls, you suppose this was more for his comfort than anything else. And hey, you could also use this to get your vice president to stop hitting on you as well, so it's a win-win for everyone. Plus it’s not like you’d be met with the realization that you might be in love with your best friend, that’s crazy…

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol, and crazy fangirls 

Extra info: high school setting, I got a confession… I don’t actually know how to swim lmaoo I just never learned so I apologize for the lack of actual swimming lol and Joshua is definitely inspired by Oikawa from Haikyuu in the sense of his fangirls lol and I guarantee there’s at least 50 fake dating Oikawa fics so here’s my spin on that with Joshua lol. I was also half tempted to make Joshua like one of my friends, who, for some reason decided our senior year to join our school’s swim team that I didn’t even know we had lol while he was on the varsity soccer team but I decided against it for simplicity lmao 

Release: TBA

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Wen Junhui: Racing Hearts and Skating to Love

Summary: Getting the chance to perform at an end of year celebration? Amazing! Having to perform a paired performance with Wen Junhui? Not amazing! Don’t get it twisted! You don’t hate Junhui, in fact it’s the opposite. You’ve been silently crushing on your fellow skater for months, and now you’re going to have to create and perform a paired program with him. Which of course meant having to spend weeks with him, and getting close to him to actually practice. But you can do this, it’s only for a few weeks, your heart can handle it. Hopefully it can, at least.

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself lol

Extra info: it’s never mentioned but it’s a uni au lol, reader wears contacts and glasses because I do too and I love Wen Junhui so next question lol and literally all my knowledge of ice skating comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport lol

Release: TBA

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Kwon Soonyoung:  Goal- Wait Watch Out!

Summary: Meet cute except it’s not cute and you probably have a concussion from the rogue soccer ball to the head. All you were trying to do was drop off your roommate's lunch since she forgot in the morning and now you’re being carried by a concerned goalie and your roommate treating you like one of her athletes. At least the goalie carrying you is cute? 

Warnings: cursing since I can’t help myself, and of course injuries (a concussion) since that’s the plot lol 

Extra info: uni setting, my knowledge is very limited on soccer and all that I do know comes from when my librarian would let me stay in the library while the cup was going on last year instead of making me go do errands for the teachers during my student aide period lol and putting Hoshi as goalie is most definitely brought on by Jeonghan’s monthly meeting pics of him as the goalie lol

Release: TBA

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Jeon Wonwoo: Scheming Love 

Summary: When your coach told your team that you guys would play a skirmish against the boys volleyball team for fun, you felt your heart freeze. Now you weren’t scared of the boys team, you believe your team is fully capable of beating them in a game. No, what scares you is the fact that it means you have to play against Jeon Wonwoo, one of the middle blockers on the team. And your longtime crush. Normally you’re confident as a libero, doing your best to make sure your team’s defense’s on top and making sure the ball doesn’t touch the ground, but with Wonwoo on the court at the same time? Maybe you should start apologizing to your team now. Wait, why did they have a team huddle while you were helping the manager bring the water bottles? And why are they smiling at you like they’ve just made the greatest plan in the history of the world? 

Warnings: cursing as usual, and threatening to strangle someone (as a joke lol) 

Extra info: high school setting, reader wears glasses because I do too and I love Wonwoo lol. One of two fics that are fueled by my Haikyuu brainrot that’s coming back thanks to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. Wonwoo as a middle blocker is brought on by this twitter artist that’s drawn Tsukishima in some Wonwoo stage outfits and that has caused me great pain I eat it up every time and reader being a libero is because that’s my favorite position lol 

Release: TBA

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Lee Jihoon: Wait Where Are You Going? Come Back!

Summary: You really didn’t plan to watch your university’s baseball team play today, especially since it was so hot out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to provide some shade to hide under. But alas, your best friend insisted on dragging you along, wanting to watch her boyfriend play. Sure that’s fine and dandy, but why drag you along? At least the catcher’s cute, or what you can see of him on account of his mask. Wow, he's really muscular and is he giving Seokmin signs on how to pitch- wait why is your best friend and her boyfriend pushing the two of you after the game is over? And why are they running away? Oh, she’s gonna pay for this once you get through his conversation with the cute catcher. 

Warnings: cursing as usual, and betrayal from your best friend and Seokmin lol 

Extra info: uni setting, I’m like 85% sure Woozi said he used to play as catcher when he played baseball so that’s why he has this position. I don’t know anything about baseball besides one man named Shohei Ohtani and that getting hit with the ball hurts like hell (and all the injuries Dr. Mike on yt covered lol) 

Release: TBA

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Lee Seokmin: Breaking News! Falling in Love is Scary!  

Summary: Being part of your university’s blog and radio show is great, until you’re being forced out of the studio/office and out in the open to go interview the baseball team after a recent winning streak. Normally this job would get assigned to another team member, but after a recent bout of frat flu ravaging your crew, the interview is left up to you. Whatever, just get the answers to the prewritten questions you have and the sooner you can go back to the studio/office to work on other things. Or that was the plan before the pitcher, Lee Seokmin, took an interest in you and suddenly seemed to pop up everywhere around campus. Or aka, grumpy reporter x sunshine baseball player. 

Warnings: cursing as per usual, and you being a hater for no reason lol 

Extra info: uni setting, I don’t know much about baseball other than the fact that I would kill to see DK in a baseball uniform 

Release: TBA

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Kim Mingyu: Red Bandage of Fate  

Summary: When you joined the athletic team as a student trainer and got assigned to the university’s soccer team, you wondered if the team’s number 06, Kim Mingyu, the ace of the team and top scorer, was the same Kim Mingyu who basically lived in the training center, constantly in need of treatment for his never ending list of injuries. And please, slow down with the injuries, the center’s almost out of athletic tape and bandages, you’re begging him to please be more careful out on the field. 

Warnings: cursing because I can’t help myself, and very obviously injuries (I’ll come back to be more specific with the injuries lol) 

Extra info: uni setting, I’m taking an intro to athletic training class this sem so I know some stuff about treating athletes but again it’s intro class so beware if some things aren’t super accurate lol 

Release: TBA

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Xu Minghao: Filmed Lovestory  

Summary: When you agreed to help film your friend’s practice for an upcoming competition, you didn’t think much of it. You’ve done it thousands of times. Put on your skates, a couple of extra layers so you won’t freeze, use her phone to record her, and follow her out on the ice. It’s simple, really, and a great way to spend Saturdays while also getting some exercise in between your tiring uni life. What you didn’t expect is somehow to agree to film the practices of one of her skating friends. Her very handsome skating friend, you might add. So now your weekends are fully booked for the ice, but watching Minghao skate on the ice, it’s not so bad. 

Warnings: cursing as per usual 

Extra info: uni setting, as I mentioned with my Jun fic, all of my figure skating knowledge comes from the time I was obsessed with Yuzuru Hanyu like a year or two ago so again I apologize for the inaccuracies of the sport

Release: TBA

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Boo Seungkwan: Tangerines, Confessions and a Supply Closet  

Summary: When you agreed to be the boys volleyball team’s manager, you didn’t think you’d spend your high school career taking care of the team. Yet, here you are, in your senior year and the only reason some of your players are even here (and why some of them are passing their classes, seriously signing up as a manager became a lot more than just handing out water bottles!). The only reason you’ve been able to stick around as long as you have is because of the team’s setter, Boo Seungkwan, who makes your job of wrangling the team a little easier. Now if only you could get the team off your back about confessing to him before the two of you graduate, that really would be great. 

Warnings: cursing as per usual, threats to kill an entire volleyball team (all jokes), and getting locked in a supply closet 

Extra info: high school setting, this is the second fic that is 100% fueled by my Haikyuu phase that is slowly coming back due to the movies and the new content that’s been coming out recently. And out of all the sports, this is the one I’m most knowledgeable in since I actually watch matches (shout out to Lim Sungjin and Heo Subong). Also I had such a hard time giving Seungkwan a sport since he does so much I decided on volleyball because the thought of him playing makes me want to bark so there’s that 

Release: TBA

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Chwe (Vernon) Hansol: Quick, He’s Not Watching! 

Summary: When your older brother told you to wait for him in the bleachers, promising to give you a ride after your night class, you didn’t think much of it. If you’re lucky, you’d be able to take a nap in the bleachers waiting for him. What you didn’t expect was to somehow catch the attention of one of the midfielders, Vernon. As you come around more and more often, you find the midfielder always making an effort to say hey to you, and even stealing some of the team’s snacks for you. Now you just wonder if he’ll make a move before your brother notices the two of you getting closer with each other.

Warnings: uni setting, cursing as per usual, and older protective brother that means well but doesn’t go about it the right way 

Extra info: I deadass looked up what the positions in soccer are because I have no idea what goes on in the sport even though one of my friend’s played our entire high school career 

Release: TBA

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Lee Chan: You’re Not Too Bad 

Summary: You didn’t think that showing up to your best friend’s, Seokmin’s, baseball practices would make one of the players hate you, but here you are and apparently Lee Chan hates you. Or so you think at least. The rest of the team loves you, especially since you always bring them plenty of food to feed them throughout practice (it pays to be a nutrition major) and always try to help out even though you’re not an official manager. But it’s no biggie, it’s not like Chan hating you bothers you, nope, not at all. But maybe you’d skip out on stopping by Seokmin’s practice for the week… Yeah that sounds like a good idea. 

Warnings: cursing as per usual, Chan being a bit of an asshole but it gets resolved don’t worry 

Extra info: uni setting, Dino being assigned baseball is all because of the 231105 fansign where he was given a baseball jersey and glove, and I still don’t know how baseball works

Release: TBA

Word count: TBA

[lwjsbedtime]

I tried to make gifs of this because it reset my brain a little, but it didn't work out, so... 🤷

No thoughts, dancers Wangxian:

...Okay, some thoughts:

I'd like to think WWX and LWJ first got paired together as part of a scholarship program. Something about 'nurturing great talent' and 'investing in the future of the arts', which basically just amounted to classically trained danseur LWJ being designated babysitter of the chaotic WWX during their first year at Cloud Recesses School of the Arts.

LWJ is, quite naturally, a little furious. He's worked hard to excel and earn his place at his family's academy without relying on nepotism, and yet here this...boy is - no talent, no skill, no drive. His only apparent accomplishment is succeeding in driving LWJ to madness.

Finally, after WWX weaves him a flower crown in some strange attempt at mockery, he has enough. LWJ asks to be assigned a new partner.

LXC refuses: kindly, but it's still a refusal. He assures LWJ that WWX is a once in a lifetime genius. LXC would know; he's on the auditions committee and has to approve every incoming hopeful's application. And he was very impressed by WWX.

LWJ wonders if his brother was ill on the day WWX auditioned, or if he's confused the boy with someone else. All WWX knows how to do is jump around, and put his hands on LWJ's waist while they stumble through their choreography.

And smile.

And laugh.

And look at LWJ with those stormy eyes while drawing close-

...The point is, LWJ isn't convinced WWX knows how to dance at all. And since he's swindled his way into Cloud Recesses somehow, he might as well learn. However, for all LWJ knows his art inside and out, he's not a certified teacher.

Surely then, the honour of tutoring WWX should go to someone more qualified?

"Wangji," LXC says, and LWJ's brows tick downward at the laughter glimmering in his brother's eyes. "Just give him a chance. I have no doubt you're the perfect fit for one another."

"Yes, brother."

Seeing no other option, LWJ concedes - for now. He leaves his brother's office, throwing one last reproachful glance over his shoulder to ensure LXC knows he still doesn't like the situation.

LXC, infuriatingly, only looks more amused.

----

Little does LWJ know, his brother isn't lying about WWX's talent. Sure, he's a little rough around the edges - and secretly very nervous - but his skill, once observed, cannot be denied.

WWX grew up with the Jiang, a traditional family who enrolled him in martial arts lessons as soon as his adoption papers were signed. But before that - before the pain and the hunger, and the brief stint of homelessness - he was Wei Ying, son of CSSR and WCZ, reigning king and queen of the international ballroom scene.

WWX's earliest memories are of his parents wrapped in a loving embrace, dancing with him held between them. They moved to the music crooning out of their staticky little radio like water following the path of a stream - effortless, and joyful.

They were so, so happy.

For the first five years of his life, WWX accompanied his parents all around the world as they danced in competitions, and performed live shows - and even acted, on one memorable occasion!

WWX's greatest dream was to follow in their footsteps, but then tragedy struck and he was left alone. When he was taken in by the Jiangs, he thought perhaps...

...But Auntie Yu scolded him harshly every time it seemed like he was finally coming out of his shell. WWX didn't want to think how badly she would have reacted to him asking for dance lessons. He knew he'd have to keep his passion secret in her house, or lose it forever; lose his parents with it.

For years, he practised in secret, locked in his room at night, or on the roof of his school building during breaks. WWX wasn't certain what he thought he was doing, or why, but in the moments he was dancing, he truly felt free.

And then, he saw him and everything made sense.

During the last year of high school, when everyone else had chosen the path their futures would take, and WWX was still unsure of his own, JYL suddenly handed him two tickets to the ballet.

"I'm sorry it's short notice, but Jin-the person I was going with cancelled, and I don't think I would like going alone," his sister said, her expression heavy with sadness. "I thought maybe you could take a date? Or a friend?"

WWX flushed at the idea of taking a date anywhere, but accepted the tickets. Clearly, his sister couldn't stand the sight of them. Whoever cancelled on her had a lot to answer for.

But also...the idea of seeing others dance - professionals, at that - sparked something small and bright in his heart.

"Thank you, jiejie," he said, his words more sincere than JYL would ever realise.

----

WWX hadn't asked anyone to accompany him in the end. He wasn't interested in dating, and his friends weren't the type to enjoy spending three hours watching 'grown adults prance around a stage' - a direct quote from JC, several years earlier when WWX made the mistake of looking too delighted by the performance of The Lady of the Camellias advertised in the paper.

Even if anyone had wanted to come with him, he wasn't certain he'd be good company with how his heart was hammering in his chest.

Arriving at the theatre, he took a deep breath and stepped inside. He'd arrived early (for once) so he had plenty of time to bounce his legs and look around anxiously before the seats filled up around him and the lights bordering the stage dimmed.

WWX looked straight ahead, his eyes riveted to the stage as the curtains drew back. From the pit, the lonely cry of a trombone sounded, soon accompanied by the rest of the orchestra.

The set was revealed slowly - the painted backdrop of a grand home. In a chair, a man was sleeping while beside him-

WWX's breath caught in his chest. Beside him danced the most beautiful, most graceful, prettiest fairy, bathed in the glow of silvery light.

The fairy's steps were light and playful as he bounded across the floor, the stones sewn into his costume glimmering like stars in the night sky.

WWX watched him, rapt; all his attention honed in to each soft, supple movement of the fairy's limbs. His heart fell when soon the dancer bounded off stage, replaced by a second, distinctly less lovely man.

For the rest of the performance, WWX could think of nothing but that graceful fairy, his entire being tingling whenever the boy again appeared on stage. There was something about the dancer's steps - the precision and joy of his movements - that brought a slumbering piece of WWX back to life.

After the curtains fell, WWX found out - through no small amount of internet sleuthing - that the fairy was in fact Lan Wangji, of the Lan family. The very same Lan family that ran Cloud Recesses School of the Arts - which coincidentally LWJ would be attending the next year.

WWX submitted his application the very same evening. By the time Auntie Yu kicked him out for rejecting the university she'd decided he would attend, he'd already been accepted into CR's very generous scholarship program.

All this to say, when WWX was matched with LWJ, he was 1) very surprised, 2) slightly nervous, and 3) halfway in love.

Surprisingly, none of these complex emotions interacted very well with one another. In fact, they made WWX worse.

And now LWJ thinks he's a good-for-nothing phoney, albeit with very large, very warm hands.

(WWX is not aware of this opinion, or else he might try to change it.)

As for what does make LWJ change his mind...

LWJ also studies musical composition. He's very practical like that. He won't be able to dance at his current level forever, and music is another passion of his - one less taxing on the joints. If push comes to shove, he wouldn't mind becoming a music tutor.

In truth, he might even prefer it. A part of him dislikes being the centre of attention, as well as the constant travel that comes with performing. Ballet is freeing, and it makes him feel closer to his mother, who was also a dancer. But music makes him feel at peace with himself. Safe. Warm. Home.

He's practising on his guqin one night when a shadow catches his eye from outside.

There, on the balcony of the neighbouring dorm, is WWX. And he's dancing - dancing properly to LWJ's music.

LWJ's fingers trip over the strings for a single moment before he manages to overcome his shock. WWX is good. Very good.

Which begs the question: why is he trying to sabotage their performances?

----

He resolves to confront WWX the next day but never quite manages to find the words to express his frustration.

Instead, he drives WWX into a corner, performing increasingly complex moves until WWX is forced to step up his game.

Surprisingly, it works, to an extent. However, there's no quick fix for inexperience. WWX is not a ballet dancer; naturally he's thrown off when LWJ slips into the solo from his last tour.

He falls back, watching slack jawed at the fine control demonstrated by LWJ; the quiet strength held in his lean body. He's so beautiful WWX can't look away.

It takes far too long for LWJ to realise he's gone off their choreography. Embarrassed with himself, he slips back into the routine they're meant to be practising, hoping the burning in his ears isn't noticeable.

WWX shakes himself into motion, falling into step with LWJ once more. But LWJ is growing increasingly frustrated. Unlike before, when LWJ was testing him, WWX keeps hesitating. He's back to playing the clumsy fool.

With something akin to anger thrumming in his veins, LWJ pins a flustered WWX against his body. He grabs the boy's hips, showing him how to move them properly.

"Like this," he all but demands.

WWX's answering hum is a little strangled, but surely he can be forgiven for that? The poor boy's experiencing a very sudden awakening, with his crotch pressed against LWJ's soft stomach.

LWJ continues to manhandle WWX through the steps until WWX is certain he's going to do something embarrassing. Pulling himself free, he chuckles.

"Ah, LZ, you know I don't usually do this sort of dancing."

LWJ stares at him. "This sort of dancing?"

"You know, with a partner."

LWJ continues to stare, hoping it will convince WWX to expand upon that. His audition sheet said he specialised in ballroom dancing. How could he not be familiar with partnered choreography?

Thankfully, WWX has never been reticent, and helpfully explains. "I kinda had to learn in secret, so I never really had the chance to dance with anyone else. Until you."

Inexplicably, LWJ's heart picks up. That explains some things then.

Feeling somewhat foolish about how unreasonable he's been acting, he moves his hands back to WWX's hips.

"I will teach you," he promises.

And then he proceeds to do just that.

For some reason, WWX's cheeks turn red.

"So kind, er gege," he jokes. "I'm in your hands."

Yes, LWJ thinks, his fingers flexing. You are.

----

Over the next few weeks, WWX and LWJ grow closer, their dance sessions turning into shared lunches, and lazy afternoon walks through campus. On the weekends, LWJ shows WWX his favourite spots in Caiyi, while WWX entices LWJ to try new - terrible, spicy - things he'd never dared to before.

By the time break comes around, LWJ thinks they've become friends.

LWJ, as always, plans to spend the break at his family manor, hidden in the forest behind campus. WWX...has only just realised he has nowhere to go. When he left home, Auntie Yu told him not to expect to be allowed back.

He sighs, frowning down at the untied laces of his booties, and wonders what he's going to do until classes start again.

LWJ, noticing how downcast WWX seems to be, asks what's wrong.

"It's nothing," he replies with a crooked grin that makes LWJ's heart skip a beat. "Just...I have nowhere to go during the holiday."

LWJ's brows furrow in understanding. Though he's unaware of the situation with the Jiangs, WWX has mentioned before he was orphaned at a young age.

LWJ does not like to see his friend look so dejected. He does the only thing he can possibly do. He invites WWX home with him.

At first, WWX almost refuses, but he likes LZ too much, and will miss not seeing him everyday otherwise.

"Okay, er gege," he agrees. "Take me home with you."

WWX's smile is so disarming, the next thing LWJ recalls is entering his family home with his partner in tow, the sound of luggage wheels scraping over concrete following them.

"Wow..." WWX says. "LZ, just how rich is your family?"

"Wealthy enough to run a private academy," he replies, just barely refraining from rolling his eyes.

From close behind him, he hears WWX laugh.

----

The next several days pass by like a dream LWJ is still half-afraid he'll wake from. Due to Uncle inviting some of their relatives over during the break, WWX has been relegated to sharing LWJ's bedroom with him. Which means LWJ wakes each morning to the sound of WWX's breathing, and falls asleep each night to his laughter.

During the day, they're inseparable, spending almost every spare waking moment in one another's company. It is...doing something to LWJ, and he isn't sure yet whether that something should be encouraged, or cut off at the root.

He thinks it would hurt him to smother the feeling, more than it would hurt to nurture it.

From across the kitchen counter, WWX smiles and asks him a question, and LWJ brushes all thoughts of strange new emotions aside.

Later that night they sit together in the lounge, cups of hot chocolate warming their hands. Uncle left earlier with LXC to pick up their visiting relatives, and so for now LWJ and WWX have the house to themselves.

There's something sizzling under LWJ's skin, and across the room, there's a DVD player connected to the TV that wasn't there before.

WWX has been quieter today than usual - almost melancholy. LWJ had asked if he was alright, to which his friend had ruefully admitted that it was the anniversary of his parents' death.

LWJ had been momentarily horrified for bringing it up, but WWX had looked up at him with an expression of guarded hope, and asked if LWJ would like to see them.

"Of course," he agreed instantly.

And so now here he sits, as WWX navigates the menu of a homemade DVD.

"I didn't have anything of theirs from before, and I wasn't really allowed to talk about them once I was adopted," WWX admits, almost carelessly. "But I found these online a few years ago. Turns out my parents were pretty popular."

He shoots a grin at LWJ as he presses play, looking very much like the little boy he must once have been.

On the TV, a disembodied voice announces the arrival of WCZ and CSSR to the floor, and LWJ's eyes widen as the couple steps out.

Wei Wuxian.

Wei Changze.

Wei Ying is the son of CSSR and WCZ?

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, taking in the expression of longing on his face as the couple begins to dance.

Popular is an understatement! WWX's parents were lauded for their accomplishments. Even Uncle, who had something against CSSR in particular, used their choreography as examples in his class.

And WWX had barely had the chance to know them - hadn't been allowed to.

LWJ's fists clench around his mug. He'll look into the school's archive later. He's certain there's footage there WWX hasn't yet seen. If anyone deserves to watch CSSR and WCZ's famous dances, it would be their son.

"Weren't they great?"

LWJ startles, the sound of WWX's voice drawing him from his musings.

"Mn," he agrees, his throat tight. "They were wonderful."

He watches the rest of the video in awed silence, his arm brushing up against WWX's as his friend shifts about, eyes glued to the sight of his parents gliding across the screen.

LWJ is little better. He hardly registers the TV dimming as the video ends, engrossed as he is in the dancing.

It's once again WWX's voice that startles him back to full awareness.

"Hey, why don't we try doing that?"

LWJ looks up at WWX, uncomprehending. "Mn?"

"The last dance." His hand reaches out for LWJ to take, but he's facing away, as if shy. "My parents' dance. It looks fun."

LWJ feels himself flush. The last dance performed by WCZ and CSSR was...quite romantic.

But it would make WWX feel better, and LWJ is not entirely against being close to him, so...

"Mn," he agrees, placing his hand in WWX's waiting palm.

WWX turns to him with a grin so bright it must hurt. "Really?"

He pulls LWJ up from the couch.

"Mn," LWJ replies again, looking up at WWX through his eyelashes. Hesitantly, he places his free hand over the boy's chest. "Let's begin."

They're so close, he can feel the erratic beating of WWX's heart under his palm.

"We don't have music," WWX murmurs, as if afraid speaking any louder would break the tension suddenly palpable between them.

LWJ bends to collect the remote, presses play, and returns it to the table. On the TV screen, the host announces WCZ and CSSR again, and music begins to filter out into the lounge.

"Now we do." His voice is hushed as WWX's own, as he draws even closer.

"So smart, LZ," WWX says, his hands moving to LWJ's waist. "What would I do without you?"

"Many foolish things," LWJ replies, wrapping his own arms around WWX's neck.

WWX breaks out into a quiet chuckle, his hand tightening on LWJ's waist.

"So mean, er gege."

LWJ blinks up at him. Last week, WWX tried to catch one of the pheasants on campus, and almost got pecked to death. "It is true."

WWX sighs, leaning forward so their brows press together. "...It is."

In the darkness, LWJ smiles.

They rock together in the middle of the floor for a few moments, before WWX speaks again.

"This isn't the dance."

"It is not," LWJ agrees.

On the TV screen, WCZ and CSSR are sweeping across the floor. LWJ can't remember if they danced a tango or not. His mind has been utterly overtaken by the thought of 'Weiyingweiyingweiying' cycling through his head.

"I still like it," WWX admits.

LWJ kisses him.

He startles, shocked by his own boldness, and starts to pull away, but WWX kisses him back.

They stand, swaying - kissing - in the middle of the living room until they break for air.

"Lan Zhan-" Wei Wuxian begins, his eyes turbid with emotion.

LWJ grabs the remote again, turns the TV off, and pulls WWX closer, steering them both towards the door.

"Your parents should not see this," he says.

The way WWX's eyes grow darker sends a shiver down his spine.

----

LWJ wakes the next morning to the sound of WWX's breathing, exactly as he had the days before. However, the strange fluttering in his chest has quelled, replaced by a near-dazzling warmth.

WWX's arm is around his waist, his lips pressed to LWJ's scalp. LWJ rolls over to stare at him.

He brushes a stray strand of hair from WWX's brow; counts his eyelashes; lays a kiss to his chin.

"We will learn the dance," he whispers against his lover's skin, before rising to go about his day.

And, eventually, they do.

They dance. They kiss. They go on to take the world by storm for a very short time.

Several years later, LWJ retires from dancing professionally, reserving all his future performances for his husband, alone. In turn, WWX learns how to play the flute, so he can join LWJ in his love of music.

He continues to perform for a while longer, before taking up a teaching position at Cloud Recesses alongside his husband. His students are all very small and chubby-cheeked. WWX has never been happier.

Eventually, WWX and LWJ have a child of their own - a boy as happy and playful as any ever was. WWX looks at him and remembers the days of his early childhood, when love flowed freely, and the laughter never stopped. LWJ recalls his mother holding him, teaching him how to dance as she'd once taught him to walk; encouraging him to smile; reassuring him it was safe to experience big emotions.

Together, they think of their future ahead of them - a future of light and happiness, and so much dancing. Looking into one another's eyes, they see nothing but pure bliss.

----

...That was a lot more thoughts than I expected a modern AU to bring tbh. 😅

Seriously though, the video: those lifts. The chin tilt. I am not normal about this.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Mei is both proud and very unhappy with the grounding. True, she didn't know her little buddy was actually Sun Wukong's son until about ten minutes ago, but her parents got to meet her little brother figure, and they think he's adorable! Wukogn makes sure to warn them of potential baby layers, tho, new powers and all. Luckily, that's not something new to the Ao Long household considering how Mei holds a certain Ring.

That conversation has to be one of the msot awkward Wukong has ever had up to that point tho, calling up Ao Lie's great granddaughter to tell her that her daughter, whom she hadn't even realized knew him, had gotten his son, who nobody even knows he has, into a bit of trouble and now DBK is free and all the parents to the kids involved in freeing him are coming together for a tea party to figure out, essentially, what's next.

Wukong, astral projecting: Hello, yes, Mrs. Long? Lovely to speak face to face, I knew your grandfather you know, but that's not why I'm calling. Um, so it's about your daughter.

Yi Li: What!?

Wukong, getting nervous: Uh... yeah, see, she and my kid have gotten pretty close. Mr. Tang is his tutor, you see, and they tend to have their lessons at the Noodle Shop she works at. Well, I let Mei take my little Xiaotian out with her for some of her delivery runs aaaand... next thing I know, the Demon Bull King is free.

Ye Li, already suspecting: Oh no... dont tell me, it was her!?

Wukong: From what I understand of the events, she was pretty involved and stuff... so do you mind coming over for some tea with me and the Demon Bull Family so we can kinda... figure out our next steps? They've called a bit of a truce for now after meeting my kid.

Ye Li: Of course! Just give us a few minutes to clear our schedule and we'll be right over... oh and please tell my daughter she's grounded.

Wukong: Alright then! See you there! *turns to unseen person as he begins to fade out* Hey Mei your mom says-

prev post. @soniclozdplove;

+an earlier ask;

Ao Yi and Long Cháo have long accepted that their baby girl is a lot more... firey than a normal water dragon pup. But they never believed in locking her up or forcing her to suppress her boundless energy.

So when Mei came to them wanting to get a part-time job as a delivery job so she could have "real life" experience, they were fully supportive.

They think it's really cute how she's bonded with her boss and some of the regulars. Mei especially mentions a little demon monkey named MK who's obsessed with the Monkey King, and is about to become a big brother. The Ao-Long's only met MK and "Mr Qi" once when they decided to visit Mei at her work. The little boy was so excited about going to school and becoming a big brother - even though "she's taking a long time." Mr Qi just laughed and explained that he was a little overdue. The dragon couple thought the two were an adorable parent and child, but Ao Yi swears she recognises Mr Qi from somewhere...

Wukong, astral projecting in: "Heeeeyyyy Mrs Long." Ao Yi: "Sun Wukong? Why, I haven't seen you since I was a pup. What brings you here today?" Wukong, stalling a bit: "Well it's about Mei- she's not in trouble don't worry! Well maybe a little in trouble... she was doing a delivery when she and her little stowaway came across my Staff and DBK's resting site. Iron Fan and Red Son included." Ao Yi, going pale: "She didn't." Wukong: "She didn't - but Red Son did. And then MK managed steal it off of him. Mei grabbed him and bolted before any fighting could happen but they got chased." Ao Yi, frustrated and worried: "Oh sweet- Cháo! Our daughter somehow helped release an ancient demon king!" Long Cháo, running in: "Is she ok!?" Wukong: "Oh yeah she's fine. Nobody got hurt. DBK was a lot more forgiving once he properly met MK-" Long Cháo, piecing together the lore: "Wait isn't that the same MK who gets tutored by Mr Tang? Isn't Mr Qi... pregnant?" Ao Yi, raises brow at Wukong: "Yes. Yes he is." Wukong, laughing nervously: "HAHA! Yeah! Surprise! I uh... have a kid and one on the way. Long story." Ao Yi: "Great-Grandfather did say you had an Egg with you throughout the Journey. I had assumed he was rambling, but this explains so much..." Wukong: "Yeah, I've been keeping it a secret for a long time. Ao Lie was always so protective of me... Anyway, my dao isn't so great right now so I need to wrap this call up. You guys wanna meet up or something to talk about this in-person? I just want my Xiaotian to know some folks connected to the "old gang" now that his powers are developing. Plus DBK needs a lot of history filled in for him." (*the dragon couple share a look and smile*) Ao Yi: "I see no issue in having a few lunch meetings. It's not every day I get to talk about Great-Grandfather's journey." Long Cháo: "Xiaojiao is grounded though, right?" Ao Yi: "Without a doubt."

The familys (+occassionally Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy) start meeting up for brunch afterwards. Ao Yi and PIF are glamourous girl besties the second they meet, and their husbands bond over their difficulties in courting them. Wukong is glad to have people to hang out with outside of FFM, and to rebuild the relationship with his brother and sister-in-law.

Mei house sits the day the parents are all out for dinner. Red Son is still trying to take over the city in a misguided effort to make his parents proud, so attempted sword-theft still occurs and Mei's own dragon abilities start erupting. MK yells with joy at his bestie being a fellow "Superhero!". Red Son gets grounded.

[captain-mj]

PLEASE write the character analysis for graves, i’m so invested in this

a little late but I really wanted to make this!

Graves was born in Texas to a not so well off family. They were poor in the way most people were at the time. One missed paycheck or too big emergency and everything would crumble. His family consisted of three kids. Graves being the youngest.

His mom didn't hide that he was not her favorite child. Due to her status, there was a ton of praise, but it came with a double edged sword of cutting remarks when people wouldn't notice. Everything was scrutinized. His actions ripped to shreds and put under a microscope. Always searching for something wrong.

She used religion as a weapon. He had to be godly. Holy. Never commit a sin. Never want for more. Greed, even for something as free as affectionate, was punished. Resting his aching body was sloth. He never made a fool enough of himself to look at men with lust. His hide had been tanned more times than he ever wanted to think about and the concept of privacy was non existent most of his life.

Graves saw it as her trying to make him a better man. Clearly that's what she wanted. His father was distant. Always finding excuses to not be around any of his kids. He looked at him with something just a step above disdain.

Grave had tried to emulate that with his Shadows when he started. It's how his father garnered his respect, clearly that's how he could too. Instead, it made them look at him like he'd scream at them. Not fearful. No. More... annoyed. As if he was a dog that would bark and snap and snarl for no reason but wouldn't bite them.

He started to act more like his older sister. Only with them. Friendlier. It felt clumsy from disuse.

In high school, he had been popular. He had charm, personality, looks. Maybe not so much height as he stopped firmly at 5'7 until senior year when he got the last two inches before stopping permanently. People liked him. He was smart, always willing to tutor, always trying to be better. His father always looked at him the same. HIs mom showed pride when she could show it off.

Graves made sure when someone did anything, he told them he was proud. That he was happy for them. Truly. He loved people most of the time.

His door had a double lock on it at all times. One with a key and a deadbolt. No one entered his room.

His parents didn't fight. Not truly. His father would have to engage for that.

Graves remembered the one day he did. He screamed at her. Something about his sister. He wasn't sure.

Traditional values were important. So important. Always stand by family. God comes first. Men are the heads of the household and women were homemakers.

Graves tried once. The lady was nice enough. Wanted four kids and to stay home. Everything he needed for his mom's life plan for him.

She was perfect honestly. Men told Graves constantly how lucky he was. And they were great friends. But when they kissed, when they held hands or when they touched, there was so clearly something missing. Graves refused acknowledge that his eyes lingered on men. That sharing a drink with one of his guy's did something for him that she just couldn't seem to.

First time they had sex, he couldn't look her in the eye. He still remembered the conversation they had afterwards. She was a good woman. Everything a christian should be. Graves found religion slipping from him day by day, but he'd always remember the way her cross necklace had glittered at him.

She had asked him gently what he was thinking about.

Graves wanted to tell her he felt ashamed of the sin they committed or that he just had trouble getting it up. Instead, he sobbed, the second time he could ever remember crying in front of someone, and admitted he was thinking of a friend of his from the church. One of his guy ones.

She had pet his hair and let him get it all out before telling him it was over between them. They lived together as roommates for six more months. Their dynamic barely changed. They still watched movies and still split the chores the same way because Graves had never felt comfortable being idle.

His father had sat on his chair every night. The kids rushing around him to clean everything. Always at risk of being screamed at by their moms if their chores weren't done fast enough.

Personally, he could never stomach just sitting there. If he ever had kids, a thought that felt more and more foreign, he would never just let his wife handle everything. He'd never call his daughter a slut or interrogate his son for being a faggot.

Graves started going by Graves instead of his actual last name in high school. One day, right after he turned 18, he changed his last name. He never told his family. Why should he?

When he told them he wanted to go into the military, his father looked proud of him. It drove him for years before one day, he looked around and it hit him. He was right back where he was as a child. With people yelling at him and forcing him to do things and at some point, he grew up in a way no one else did.

Graves was tired of that. He left. He started his own company. He picked his Shadows carefully. And it was going to be better.

It was. Then he dealt with death for the first time.

The Shadow's name was Dillon and he was from his hometown. Graves cried at his funeral. His mother told him to man up. His father hadn't talked to him since he left the military.

Graves didn't go to any funerals in that area again.

His mother called him to let him know his father died. He didn't cry.

Graves didn't cry when his mother went into the ground either.

He cried for each of his Shadows. He cried when he realized God was a foreign concept to him.

The aftermath of Los Almas was the worst few weeks of his life. Yes, he wanted to blame the 141. But he understood it. Survival was important. He couldn't seem to get the wrath in his soul to stay.

So he let it go. He became friends with Farah and Alex. Met Price. He refused to apologize for what he did, but Price seemed to accept it the same way he did. It just wasn't worth staying angry at some point.

Maybe it wasn't healthy.

Graves had been.... not quite out. No one asked so no one knew. Mila said he was in a glass closet but that didn't feel quite right. It implied everyone could tell.

Graves didn't like that. Not out of shame. Just... he was a private person. His room had three locks.

At some point, he gave the key to Price. It was more symbolic than anything. Until Graves kept the other locks unlocked so it actually worked. Anyone could knock at any point, but only Price could just walk in. Not that he ever did. He always knocked.

Graves and Price split the chores in the house. Neither wanted kids. It was nothing like his mother's life plan. It was perfect.

[blkchainsaws]

way way back in the 1980s

modern au!hanatengu clones and their high school experience.

content warning: brat's dumbass headcanons, drabble, mentions of fighting, a bit suggestive on the first part?, mentions of cheating, karaku is a manwhore

i may(MAYBE) update this as time goes on

brat's says...title from the clone high theme cause, clones, high school, get it?

a group of quadruplets. they're extremely popular in their school.

All four of them are extremely popular with the girls, but there is a ranking list between the girls at their high school. It goes, Aizetsu, Karaku, Urogi and Sekido. All the girls like Aizetsu due to his timid, sensitive nature. He is unaware of this and all his brothers are mad that he doesn't realize it.

Karaku is second, he is rated highly for his looks and his flirty personality. However, with this, he is seen as very easy and alot of girls only want one thing from him, which he doesn't mind.

Urogi is third cause while he is hot and funny, he is extremely loud and quite annoying. He doesn't realize this and if we're being honest, he wouldn't care.

Sekido. He's ranked last cause he's literally angry and snappy to everyone. When the girls ranking list got leaked, everyone was afraid he would lash out at being ranked last. He was more mad that his brothers one upped him on the rankings than everyone else, so most of his anger was directed towards them. The brothers rub it in any chance they get.

worst boyfriends ever

Sekido or Karaku are Heartbreakers. Do not trust these men with your heart they will crush it and step on it.

Sekido has a reputation of being distant and cold to his partners, or dumping them randomly. All girls avoid him after his last breakup ended with his ex moving away to avoid him.

Karaku is notorious for messy breakups. The only girls that will date him are either from other high schools or new girls that come to his school. The messiest breakup he was in involved him cheating for 3 months, on his girlfriend of 5 months. Both girls got into a fight in which one pulled out a knife. When he was confronted all he said was "My bad."

Aizetsu and Urogi haven't had any long-term relationships. They can't make it out the talking stage.

WORLDSTARRRR

Sekido. Straight up. There's countless videos of him fighting at school. He's won every fight. He also fights his brothers, but that's more of a play fighting type of deal.

He will fight for his brothers. You got an issue with one of his brothers, you got an issue with him.

"party at our place! ladies get in free, guys gotta pay."

insane. house. parties.

Urogi and Karaku love to host parties and invite anyone who is anyone. Every party has ended with the cops being called due to noise complaints or everyone running cause the cops showed up.

Their parents haven't caught on yet.

speaking of parents...

They have a super nice foster mother. she adopted all four of them along with their little brother Zohakuten. She's a hard working nurse that loves her boys so much and they love her as well. She wants the best for her boys and always encourages them to do their best.

let me see that report card.

Sekido and Aizetsu are top of their classes. Aizetsu was acknowledged as the top student at his school. When called for his reward he accepted it awkwardly and started purposefully failing so he wouldn't be the center of attention anymore.

Sekido is smart and calculated, but he tends to get frustrated when he cannot understand certain questions or lectures, he refuses to be tutored. His last tutor was Aizetsu but they got into a disagreement over a question that ended with a huge fight and a hole in their shared room.

Urogi and Karaku are...troubled. Urogi makes the worst grades, and Karaku doesn't even try.

athletic af

These boys are athletic. Every sport they try they dominate.

Sekido does football, Karaku does basketball, Urogi does track, and Aizetsu doesn't participate in school sports, but he is amazing at basketball.

These boys are the reason their school is on the map for their school teams.

pranksters and interviews

Urogi and Karaku.

You know those youtubers that walk up to you and interview you? "What's the freakiest thing you did?" They do shit like this to get a reaction out of people. They have been reported many times for it.

They're the reason students get routine bag checks. They once pulled a prank with a homemade stink bomb in a closed class room. No one found it funny, not even them.

what does everyone truly think?

euthanize all of them except for aizetsu

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀FUCK YUL🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 4 “Truth Hurts”

I have the power, right?

If my headings manifest misfortune on the people on it, THEN HERE I AM

I AM MANIFESTING MY POWERS TO STRIKE DOWN THIS MAN BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

I WANT HIM GONE

...

That's all I wanted to say. There's nothing else that's important.

Oh also, sorry for the delay. This was supposed to come out two days ago, but uh... tech issues.

Let's get into it.

Ooh I like this music they have 🎵

"We had agreed to play today after breakfast. But it seems that he forgot."

I mean, I never had a boyfriend, I'm lesbian XD, but the amount of times I've heard girls in high school whine about their boyfriends doing this very thing is insane.

The boys in this season. Am I right?

Also the mic quality is getting a lot better, I'm realizing that. Very nice.

"Well, if you want to play with me, I can lend you one of my consoles."

I thought she didn't like Tess, so wow. She's sweet.

I like these two, they're so sweet and cute.

NOW KISS

"Hey girls! Good morning. I'm going on a walk in case anyone wants to join."

Oh, you seem to be doing well...

Which is a shock to me considering your only friend here is now out of the game.

I STILL HATE YOU CONNOR. WHY WOULD YOU QUIT AND SAVE YUL?!

"Hunter has been very sweet and thoughtful these past few days. But I sense there is something bothering him."

He's having a queer crisis. Don't worry about it.

"I've had such a hard time connecting with anyone in this place and when I finally did, Connor decided to leave. I feel quite alone here."

Aw, poor Riya.

She just can't connect with anyone or anything here.

WAIT WHOA WHAT THE-

HANG ON THAT WAS OUT OF NOWHERE

SHE JUST FOUND THAT LYING ON THE GROUND?!

"This allows you to have one person from each team permanently sent to the opposing team."

OH

OH I SEE

So she can screw people's alliances over XD

"Silence Oliver! When did I ask for your opinion?"

"One of the reasons I let you stay here is that seeing a poor and pathetic intern so humiliated and worn out every day will help me remember what not to do to others."

Okay then...

"It's just really hard not to be a sociopath, you know?"

"I don't want to lose my humanity just to get some ratings."

Well damn.

"I was just talking to my silly assistant. He does his job horribly."

"I AM IN HEARING RANGE."

"Do you also study on Sundays?"

"Yes, I have to send an essay to my tutor in two days and I'm a little late..."

God I hate that. I hate having to do that.

"The first time we talked, I noticed something strange about you and I realized that the way your parents pressure you is not right."

TELL EM QUEEN

"Lake, you do homework even when you're in the middle of a reality show! You eat very little or you don't eat at all, and worst of all, they decided to commit you to a guy you don't even know. How can that be the best for you?"

THANK YOU. ROSA, OUR QUEEN ALL DAY.

"I recognize that their methods are unorthodox, but the path to success is not easy, Rosa. It is full of obstacles and sacrifices."

"OHO, You want to talk about sacrifices and play THAT card on me?! I BECAME A MOM AT SIXTEEN!"

Come on, Rosa KNOWS what she's talking about!

"Hello? Can I sit here?"

Why is James' mic echoing? Hello? Was something going on and his VA was recording in another location at the time?

You couldn't do second takes and wait till he got back in the booth?

"Since when do you care what I think?"

He doesn't. He just wants to S/A you.

"You know what? Who needs a friend when you have a million followers?"

MOOD.

Oh, is this like that.... what was it-that one challenge from Revenge of the Island?

The one where they were dunked and Scott got that sharks tooth up his ass?

"Not at all, these seats are wet."

Because if it IS like that, can I get Fang over here to kill this guy?

(Kai calling Yul a bitchfucker now lives in my head rent free)

"I found this perk that allows two people to switch teams and I want to use it now."

Oh she's gonna use it right away.

"I... want Yul to go to the Orange team."

YUUUUUUUUUUSSSS

SLAY QUEEN

SLAY QUEEN👑

DUMP HIS ASS ON THE LOSING TEAM AND GET RID OF HIS ASS

RIYA IS QUEEN.

DON'T CARE WHAT Y'ALL SAY. THIS IS A QUEEN.

SHOW RESPECT.

"What? And why me?"

"Because I'm sick of you."

😂

YES.

"And now that I don't have to worry about you voting for me I can say it."

AND she's doing this for strategic reasons?

Actually, YEAH, because of the trio, she's the outcast of her team so she needs to pull an advantage like this to save herself from potentially being a target. THAT MAKES SENSE.

STRATEGIC QUEEN AS WELL.

TAKE NOTES ELLIE.

"Screw you! With that attitude, it's no wonder you have never and will never succeed."

Oh fuck off, weren't you cancelled? You piece of shit.

Why is everything mocking Riya for her being herself? I'm picking up on that.

"I'm going to choose... Rosa Maria."

Oh? Why her?

I'm not against it, but why her?

Did Riya just want an all girls team?

"WELCOME TO OUR WOMEN'S TEAM OF VICTORY!!!"

"Well, and Hunter I guess..."

"That low budget actress underestimates the damage I could do to her, even on another team."

YOU BREAK HER I BREAK YOU BUCKO

"Not only is the women's alliance weakened, I also have a possible new ally."

Oh and now you want to work with him?!

JAMES, YOU HAVE BAD TASTE.

XD

JUST DROWNS THEM XD

So yeah, it IS like that Revenge Of The Island Challenge.

And hopefully I get to see a shark get Yul's ass.

I think his exposed abs will make him seem very appetizing to the sharks.

(NOT ME WISHING DEATH ON A CHARACTER)

"Just know that I have access to any information that has passed through your cell phones and laptops."

OH SO YOU DOXXED.

"Who auditioned for the previous season and was rejected for being considered 'uninteresting'?"

Oh REALLY?

Okay that's a lore drop.

I mean, given the first season's hosts were CRIMINALS, I'd imagine the show was a scam site and there wouldn't be a lot of auditions.

I mean, most of THAT cast was pretty screwed up in the head.

REALLY.

Yeah that is very interesting.

They actually ACKNOWLEDGE that something like that WOULD happen and influence people to alter themselves for the sake of being on the show and the money.

I WANTED THIS IN TOTAL DRAMA.

OMG I LOVE THAT THEY ADDRESS THIS.

So wait, now for the money question:

Which is Aiden's natural hair color? Is it the white or the dark?

NOW YOU GOTTA ANSWER THAT BUDDY.

"Who has been an extra in more than fifty movies, but has never been credited?"

That's Riya. 100%

"Who had their first kiss in the previous challenge?"

OH. OH SHIT...

Oh that's personal.

I THINK that's Maggy. Right?

OH. REALLY.

OH POOR BOTH OF THEM. AIDEN'S FIRST KISS WAS AN ASSAULT?!

YOU POOR THING.

And Lake's first kiss was with a girl.

Gotta love a closeted lesbian with internalized homophobia.

"Ha! Virgins!"

Oh. Shut. Your. Mouth.

Why is EVERYTHING that comes out of this man's mouth bigotry?

And it's not even said in a funny way. That's all he says.

FUCK YUL.

"Are you serious Aiden?"

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing important."

"Thanks for ruining a milestone of my life by the way."

"Who made their previous psychologist have to go to the psychologist?"

Oh god. Yeah that one's so bad...

I can see that being Tess.

"Who forced their ex to have plastic surgery and then ended the relationship because she did it wrong?"

GOD THAT'S HORRIBLE-

It's Yul. It's gotta be Yul. And he's gonna say "SO WHAT? i DoN't SeE wHaT tHe PrObLeM iS, sHe WaS uGlY, sHe DeSeRvEd iT."

"Which one of you has shoplifted?"

Okay that one's not so bad.

Ally may have stolen a game?

OH ROSA.

"A mother would do anything for her children."

AW HONEY.

"A Latina stealing, why am I not surprised?"

I-I-what's going on?

Uh, I got an AD, and the video fast forwarded a minute ahead for some reason XD.

I don't know why it did that.

"Which one of you wears a wig?"

Aiden? Cause of the dye?

What?! Your hair's a wig?

I-I never would've guessed that, honestly.

GIRLIEPOP WHAT HAPPENED?! YOU'RE NOT EVEN A VILLAIN.

Yeah can I be honest you y'all? I've grown SICK of the shaved head trope in Total Drama.

It worked with Heather because vanity was a trait of hers and it was a punishment for her to lose something she held dear to maintain that vanity. And considering she was a villain who tormented others all of Island, it was great karma.

But then they just OVERUSE IT AND BEAT THE DEAD HORSE, and then apply this karma to other characters, where their hair or physical appearance plays no factor to their character. And at that point, it's just so TIRING and I NEVER want to see this again.

I'm kind of okay with this though because it's NOT a punishment. Maybe it's trying to reveal something about Lake's character. Idk what happened, maybe they'll explain it.

"Who uploaded sexy photos to the internet just to gain some fame?"

Uuuuuhhhh... I think that's Riya?

"What? I didn't do it."

Oh okay.

"Just so you know, I didn't do it for fame."

WELL THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE CONCERNING.

"If we lose on purpose, the challenge will be over."

Why would you want to do that?! IT'S A GAME. YOU'RE TRYING TO WIN A MILLION BUCKS.

Now you're ASKING to be eliminated?!

"The producers say you should find another way to penalize the campers, that doesn't put their lives at risk."

XD

Oh so NOW they care. Where was that concern in Total Drama?

She just sends them back up and they're all dead XD

"Well shit... I'm getting lawsuits for all these bodies, aren't I?"

"Aiden still sleeps with a teddy bear he's had since he was a baby, James' first five thousand followers were bots, Yul and his family escaped from North Korea, Maggy has sent five boys to the hospital, when Lake is home alone she punches pillows with pictures of her parents-"

SHE'S REALLY GOING AT IT 😂

"Rosa doesn't know who the father of her daughter is and thought about aborting her."

Oh shit...

That one's SO BAD...

Rosa, girlie, you want some therapy?

"Tess is an orphan."

Okay these are actually really interesting.

"Riya was desperate for major roles and almost starred in adult movies."

Yeah these are actually saying a lot about these people.

So Tess has no family. Her life is basically nothing. She has depression as a result. Got it.

Riya is... AMBITIOUS AS HELL.

I'm surprised she's not even more ruthless honestly with all that evidence.

"I WILL MURDER EVERYONE FOR A MILLION BUCKS AND A STARRING MOVIE ROLE AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME!!"

"...AND BECAUSE GOLDEN WANTS SO, YUL WILL BE FIRST."

"Ally and Tess are in love with Hunter and he knows it."

Yeah we already know that one.

"Which one of you had sex reassignment surgery?"

Oh?

Oh so someone's trangender.

Who is it? Who's the rep?

Nobody is opening up? I mean I respect boundaries, but also I wanna know.

I'm guessing Maggy? I'm not sure...

"Which one of you threatened and made a group of children cry?"

Oh shit.

Uh... I have no idea.

UM... NOW I'M CONCERNED ABOUT YOU.

"Do you make kids cry whenever you're stressed?"

See, even Hunter's concerned.

"I was playing online and they were using hacks!"

Oh so you're a cyberbully. Yeah I get it. I TOTALLY SYMPATHIZE. /s

I'm sad there were no sharks to slay Yul.

"Welcome to the team, Yul!"

James. Politely. He's not worth it.

"Now what? Are you going to vote me out for having belonged to the Green Team?"

I mean, why not, right?

We know Season 1 attempted that at one point.

JAMES IF YOU ALLY WITH YUL I WILL HATE YOU TOO

"I've noticed that you have a certain dislike towards James. So I propose this: Let's vote for him together and at the next ceremony, you'll return the favor by voting for whoever I want you to."

This is trying to make Yul seem like a brilliant schemer villain, but uh...

THIS IS JAMES' PLAN. NOT HIS.

So, you know, I give credit to James for this. What do you gain from Aiden voting James? That's Yul only person willing to be an ally in his case.

And in James' case, he doesn't KNOW the girls are voting Yul, he's just assuming that with no proof. What if they vote him? You're asking Aiden to vote you, which could be a 3/5.

WHY WOULD JAMES CAUSE HIS OWN ELIMINATION?

Yul gains nothing from this. James gains nothing from this.

What is your plan here?

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"It's not about trust, its about mutual interest."

10/10 persuading there.

"He must be desperate, but Yul deserves to be kicked out."

THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR SEEING THAT.

"I pretended to side with him and will vote for James, just because it will be nice to see James' face when he sees that he has two votes against him."

Okay, you're a dumbass.

"I'm not siding with Yul, BUT I WILL DO WHAT YUL SAYS."

GOD I HOPE YUL GOES.

PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. GET YUL OUT.

'YUL'

I LOVE YOU, WHOEVER DID THAT.

'JAMES'

'MAGGY'

Fuck.

'YUL'

Okay so Yul gets a third vote and majority and he's gone.

WE WIN!!😄

...😦

GODDAMMIT!!!

Maggy, for the love of god, BEAT HIS ASS.

Maggy didn't even do anything this episode, WTF?

"Wait, you two... lied to my face?"

YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T TRUST EITHER OF THEM. YOU SAID THIS YOURSELF YOU DUMBASS.

"Why are you surprised?"

Why does a tie benefit you? You could've instead allied with Aiden to vote off Maggy and lied to say Lake and Maggy were targeting Aiden.

Sure Aiden might not believe it and still vote James and this tie would still happen, BUT AT LEAST THEN YUL HAS THE EXCUSE OF HIM NOT INTENDING TO PUT HIMSELF IN DANGER.

Fuck this guy. FUCK THIS GUY.

But I'll tolerate the stupidity IF HE GOES HOME. I WILL LOVE THAT.

"How about a random, unbiased game of rock paper scissors?"

The way he said scissors?

I mean, SAI-SOURS.

Oh my god PLEASE, PLEASE

PLEASE

GET HIS ASS OUT.

WIN THIS MAGGY. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF.

YOU GOT THIS GIRL. YOU GOT THIS!!!!

🙌

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKK

WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING THIS EPISODE. WHAT THE FUCK.

THIS IS BULLSHIT. I HATE THIS.

"Go back to the circus, freak!"

So he's been bullying her for nothing the whole time, she NEVER gets a chance to stand up for herself or do anything about it besides get bullied, AND THEN SHE GOES HOME WITH THE BULLY GETTING AWAY WITH IT COMPLETELY?!

That just sucks. I don't like that.

I get it may be realistic in this setting. I don't like that.

I didn't like it in Action either, BUT AT LEAST IN ACTION BOTH CHARACTERS HAD SUBSTANCE AND DUNCAN WASN'T COMPLETELY TERRIBLE.

YUL JUST FUCKING SUCKS. And Maggy has no character besides "Everyone bullies me".

FUCK OFF.

"Wow, calm down. A little more stress and you will also lose your eyebrow hair."

Nine more episodes of this guy, and I might just be burned alive from my own DISTAIN.

Okay that's something I guess.

THANK YOU MAGGY FOR AT LEAST DOING THAT.

Uh... should that count as slaying Yul? Idk cause it's a 'Yes & No'

I'll put her in her own tier.

What the hell is going on with you?

So are they just gonna make out in the woods?

And that was the episode... I'm angry. I just-UGH.

I think Yul ALONE is dragging this down for me.

I definitely do think I'm liking Season 1 better.

I just fucking hate this man. This man is TRASH. HUMAN TRASH. TRASH.

Like I did with Season 1, I'll make a character tier list after the season, and explain in FULL DETAIL why Yul is SO HORRIBLE.

And it's not just because he's SUPPOSED to be unlikeable. Fiore was GREAT, and she was a villain. Grett is unlikeable, and I loved her. You could make some arguments about even Jake being unlikeable because he's a flawed character. But I still loved him.

I also just don't like him as a character and he does not work for me as even a villain. The fact that he has to rely on OTHER PEOPLE to do strategic stuff for him, and rely on LUCK to save himself in the game, is PISS POOR TOTAL DRAMA VILLAIN WRITING. I'M SORRY.

If Fiore, A SIX YEAR OLD, can come up with her own strategies, THEN YUL IS AN EVEN WORSE PIECE OF SHIT BY THIS SHOW'S STANDARDS.

(I must state perfectly clear and blatant so nobody throws accusations of my intent: NONE of that is directed at anyone who worked on the show, nor the VA. Do not go harass anyone or him for anything. All my screaming and rage is ONLY at the FICTIONAL CHARACTER. Not any real life people. Don’t harass them. It’s wrong. Always. It’s wrong.)

And he's our main villain... GOD HELP ME.

He's gonna be here the whole time, I just know it. And I'm gonna hate it.

Maggy? You punched him in the face. I salute you.

But I don't care about you.

She did NOTHING IN HER OWN ELIMINATION EPISODE. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

What even WAS her character this whole time? "I'm big. I'm a bully victim. I lost."

Riya's my best girl. And Rosa. Maybe Lake too. I also like Tess-THE GIRLS REMAINING ARE ALL GOOD.

Riya, I salute you for kicking Yul out when you did and telling him off. YOU GO QUEEN.

QUEEN DESERVES TO SLAY. Honestly.

You want to slay Yul and break the rules to get him eliminated? YOU DO IT. DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH THESE BOYS.

So in conclusion... girls good. boys... bleh. Fuck Yul. Thank you. Namaste.

[linkemon]

Hogwarts AU headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

Kamisato Ayato ✧ Slytherin

✧ Ayato was sorted into Slytherin without much thought from the Sorting Hat. Even before he got to Hogwarts, he had a feeling that he was going to get there. As the heir to the Kamisato family and a pureblood wizard, he had little choice.

✧ He is extremely smart and resourceful. His scheming began from the first year, when he got in older classes’ bad books. They made an obvious mistake. They made a fool of themselves. They wanted to get him a few days later but they fall onto the teacher who chased Ayato down the long hall at night. The matter did not end there. He always found ways to fool them when they tried again. He quickly gained respect among the Slytherins and soon after other houses as well.

✧ His activities led to the founding of an elite group of students called the Shuumatsuban. Everyone knows that they exist but hardly anyone has any idea what they actually do or where to find them. You can only join by special invitation. Apparently, they keep order because they are especially liked by students who are unjustly harmed.

✧ Ayato felt that his little sister would end up in a different house than his own. He's happy about it. Their parents are dead and they carry the burden of great responsibility for the future of the family, so he hoped that her school years would be a respite.

✧ He's one of the few people who hasn't slept once in history of magic. Thoma couldn't help admiring his friend.

✧ Ayato happens to do something different than he should in class, but no one has caught him yet.

Naganohara Yoimiya ✧ Hufflepuff

✧ Yoimiya works hard at school to return to her grandfather as soon as possible. Her parents are no longer with her, so he takes care of her upbringing. She had never spent any worlds at Hogwarts. Legend has it that she is the first person to leave the school when it is time to return.

✧ She bought an owl so she could write home as often as possible. Grandpa sends her presents far too often. If it is food, she will immediately share it with others. Mainly because she has a lot of friends and colleagues. Really many. Ask anyone who knows her, they will surely say yes.

✧ In her free time, she likes to go to Hogsmeade and look for materials to make fireworks. She sells them to others for small amounts of money. She loves to see them happy when they fire them. She must be careful not to earn negative points for her house for this because the students slowly stop hiding with explosives.

Albedo ✧ Ravenclaw

✧ Meeting him is a miracle. He comes to class and always disappears somewhere. If you want to see him, it's best to contact Sucrose, otherwise he's hard to find. She has trouble with it herself.

✧ He used to hang out in the library at first but since students started coming in asking for tutoring, he found a different place.

✧ The boy has the highest scores in all the exams he takes, although he doesn't study much for them. He spends most of his time researching areas that really interest him. His teachers predict a bright future for him in the field of Transfiguration and Potions.

✧ Albedo managed to summon a Patronus very quickly compared to others. He took the form of a spider.

✧ He occasionally sketches but never shows his work to others. He doesn't feel the need to brag about it. Cards with his drawings can often be found in the Ravenclaw common room. He doesn't even know how other people admire them.

Hu Tao ✧ Gryffindor

✧ The girl everyone is secretly afraid of. Eccentric and very different from her peers. Usually everyone wants to be friends with her until they get to know her interests better.

✧ Very often she can be found in the company of an older student. Zhongli listens to all of her reasoning and seems to genuinely want to learn from her, though everyone knows that he probably knows more than her. Nobody understands their relationship.

✧ Hu Tao loves the Forbidden Forest. Nobody knows how but she manages to avoid teachers and sneaks out there very often. Interestingly, she is still alive. She somehow gets along with the various creatures that inhabit it, which then results in top marks in Care of Magical Creatures. Teachers regret that she does not pay attention as much attention to the rest of the subjects and barely passes them.

✧ Her parents were non-magical gravediggers and she wants to follow in their footsteps. After passing her exams, she intends to open her casket shop for wizards in Diagon Alley.

✧ She has a habit of spooking people out of the blue.

✧ Hu Tao often talks to the castle spirits. She especially loves to hear about the details of their deaths.

✧ She never gave much thought as to why Gryffindor. During the ceremony she stated that she didn't care. The tiara mentioned something about courage but who would remember that...

[yuyan]

Bound to fall in love...

{Requests: open}

Pairing: Math girl reader x English boy Kazuha

╰┈➤ A/n: A little self indulgent. Yay first writing work thingy. Anyways, NAPLAN drained all my writing skills for today so sorry if its bad.

✎ Synopsis: When a girl who excels in math meets a boy who excels in English, they're bound to fall in love right? After all, opposites attract.

Headcanons + scenario

Genre: fluff

✎ Highschool au

TW: None

CW: Reader despises bad grades(they're an academic), reader bad at english, sumeru classes are like honour classes/i think ap classes if you're american(correct me if I'm wrong im not american), reader in sumeru classes, fluff.

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I think Kazuha gets slightly above average grades

Like Bs in everything but especially excells in english

Every english teacher's teacher pet

He doesn't even try to be on the teacher's good side, they just love him I mean he's really sweet and stuff so

Fails math though

Straight As in english but straight Ds in Math

Ok enough about him kinda

On the other hand you excel in every subject, especially math

almost every subject

You were in the sumeru classes so ofc you're book smart and stuff but

You only got one B in english your entire life, the rest were Cs

If only you could do as well in english as you did with math

Math was logical, it was simple, you always did more then the extension work that was given to you

But with english, you had to interpret the character or author's feelings

Know when to use figurative language and how to make your character appealing, interesting

While Kazuha's only sumeru class was english and he exceeded that curriculum

Struggling, with both subjects, the two of you eventually meet (Short scenario below)

"You got 10% on the math quiz again?" Venti said. "You have to pick up your grades soon Kazuha or else you'll never graduate."

"Your one to talk," Xiao scoffed, "Aren't you failing 3 subjects?" A small pout formed on Venti's face while Xiao continued eating his almond tofu.

The white haired boy laughed at his two friends. "At least I go an A on the english assignment," Kazuha said.

"If only your grades in math were as good as you grades in english," Aether chuckled.

"Aww you and (name) would make a good couple," Scara said sarcatically. "Making up for the other's flaw and all."

"Oh yeah!" Heizou said. "Why not just go and ask (Name) to tutor you," Heizou suggested.

"Ah but I don't want to trouble her," Kazuha said.

"I'm sure she won't mind and if you're still so concerned about troubling her, just tutor her for english," the blonde boy said. "Lumine said she's been struggling with the subject."

Kazuha hummed, staring down at his quiz paper.

"Urgh! Why can't I just get an A!" (Name) screamed, frustration written all over her face. She stuffed her assignment back into her bag, utterly defeated.

"Well, you got a B," Yunjin said,"that's an improvement."

"I know but it feels like I can't break this invisable wall and all my parents say is try harder," (Name) said. "Like thanks for the advice, I totally haven't been doing that this whole time!" she said, throwing her hands in the air.

"Why not get a tutor?" Lumine suggested.

"My parents don't believe in paying extra money for another person to teach me," (Name) sighed. The girl waved at her friends before entering her english classroom, placing her stuff onto her desk and taking a seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive and for another useless class to start.

"Um hey (Name) was it?" one of your classmates called out to you,"can I ask you a favour?" What was his name again? Ah! Kadehara Kazuha.

The boy pulled you outside the room full of overachievers to ask you if you could tutor him math and in return he'll help you in english

You accepted because well it was free tutoring and you didn't mind teaching him in return

"Ok but we'll have to study in a public place cause my parents don't allow strangers in the house and I'm not allowed to go to someone's house unless they've met them." - You

"Ok then." - Kazuha

And this is where the journey starts

You'd tutor each other on the weekends, during breaks and sometimes afterschool

You would teach Kazuha the basics, making sure he understood what to do in every possible mathematical situation before working his way up

You tried very hard to be patient but sometimes you just wanted to give up

Boy seemed hopeless but you wouldn't give up on him

Since he only asked you a week before the test, the results weren't great but he didn't fail

He showed you his C+ like an excited child before composing himself and asking what you got

"How did you even get 102%?!"

"I had extra time so I did a different way of working each question out for fun."

Venti overheard this conversation and his jaw dropped while Scara scoffed, murmuring something along the lines of you being a tryhard or something Scara's mad you managed to beat his perfect score like always

When he got an A next term, you felt very proud

You started giving him extension work afterwards much to his displeasure

On the other hand Kazuha taught you everything about literature

Like everything

He was so patient and gave you so many examples, you don't know how he created such sentences from thin air

You were just like how do you even think of that

He taught you what words to you and how to correctly interpret the character or author's feelings

He explained it so much better than the teacher, you were just like why doesn't our teacher explain it like this

He would edit your drafts and give you feedback

Kazuha told you to edit his draft once and you refused profusely

He wanted someone else's insight on his work but he guessed he'd just have to ask another day

He was prouder than your parents when you started getting As in english

Anyways below is after you start dating

He'd let you borrow his favourite books to read

Study dates were a thing but he made them more romatic

Like he planned out a whole picnic for a study date once

Had boba, mochi, all your favourite food and snacks

He found a really cute cat cafe to study in but you two go disctracted by the cats

You two would agree to disagree on whether math or english was better

When you two got together heizou called scara a fortune teller for foreshadowing this

Their whole friend group started annoying scara, asking him to tell their fortunes

Scara told them all to shut up

When kazuha sees you writing your essays, focussed and completely oblivious to anything else, he's thinks about how glad he is that he asked you to tutor him in math

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[smittenbyvillains]

Fallen from Earth 1

Warnings: almost kidnapping

You were sitting at your desk and just wanted to sleep. You had a test to study for but spent hours watching The Winx. It was your favorite. You sighed to yourself. You were going to fail but that did not matter anymore it was your fault. You got up and got into your pajamas and went to the bathroom to use the toilet and wash your hands. You brushed your teeth.

You went back to your room. Your parents never really took care of you. Only talked to you to ask why you were doing poorly in classes. You were slow to learn and it wasn't expected but they didn't seem to listen. You sighed as you crawled into the bed and closed your eyes. You just wished you had a different life now.

When you woke up you noticed girls and a teacher staring at you. You were confused and thought it was a dream. You covered your eyes from the bright lights. You frowned and looked at them. They look familiar.

"She's awake!" The girl with the light brown hair said. She sounded like you had heard her before. You gasped and sat up quickly. You were in shock. That was Flora?! How?! This was a dream for you...

"Hey, it's okay. We aren't going to hurt you." Bloom said.

"Where do you come from though pajamas are not in style." Stella started to speak.

"Earth Stella." You said shaking your head. Everyone froze.

"You know us?" Musa asked a bit worried. You nodded and sighed.

"Hard to explain but this is not my world." You hummed. "I am definitely not a fairy."

"You are," Faragonda said walking in. "You ended up outside of the school randomly."

"But- you all are just a show to me." You protested. Everyone was shocked. A little nervous as well.

"We will have to figure this out." Professor Palladium spoke up. Faragonda nodded.

"For now you will attend here just so we can see how you are here. We will try to fix this." She said. You nodded. They were nervous but you were even more scared and nervous. You weren't a fairy and never will be.

"You will dorm with the Winx for now." Palladium said. This was going to be crazy. When you watched the show you always had a crush on Palladium. He was adorable. You just wondered how far into the show this was. But by how the girls were dressed you figured this was the time around Valtor. Bad timing.

"I um- if I'm correct Valtor is loose?" You asked carefully. Faragonda nodded.

"Yes, so you will not be leaving school grounds without someone to protect you. Valtor might try and use you since you seem to be a bit different.." Faragonda said looking directly at you. You just nodded agreeing. You didn't want to be outside with him free. You knew what he could do.

After you were checked over for any injuries they sent you with the Winx girls for a tutor at the school. Flora and Bloom were nice to you. Stella just asked about fashion. Musa asked about the music and Techna gave you a new phone with everyone's contacts. You added some music you liked into a playlist once you were in your dorm. You lay on the bed. There was a knock on your door.

"Hey! Y/N it's time for lunch. You want to come along with us?" Bloom asked. You thought about it and nodded.

"Sure, but I don't have any clothes." You said. Stella burst in with lots of outfits. The sudden noise made you stumble out of your bed. Stella helped you up and placed outfits in front of you. She put them against you to see which one was best.

"This one," Stella said. "This is the one." She smiled. You just nodded.

"Oh, thanks, Stella." You said shyly. It wasn't going to be so bad here. Stella used her magic by snapping her fingers and making the outfit appear on you.

"No Problem! Now lunchtime." She said and took your arm and joined it with hers leading you to the lunch room. The outfit Stella gave you made you pop out. You had a dark blue crop top and some ripped jeans with some sneakers. You figured that some of your clothes must have appeared with you. You and the girls got lunch and sat down.

The girls were happily chatting. You just played with your food. You weren't used to being friends. Maybe being here isn't going to be that bad. After all, people seem to be worried for you and are super nice. Professor Avalon walked over and handed you your classes. You had a class with each of the girls maybe two of them. You figured it was to protect you. Plus you kinda new spells from watching the show. It was still going to be hard.

During potions class is when you really started to struggle. You mixed the wrong thing into the mixture. A pink cloud of smoke appeared and you started coughing. A few of the other students started laughing but not a nice laugh.

"Why are you even in this class. You don't even seem like a fairy." That stung but you didn't say anything and pretended not to hear anything. All the classes had something similar said and soon everyone stared at you as you walked in the halls. It felt just like back at home.

[batbux]

untitled janet/talia, Bruce's bio kid Tim AU -> no choice but to love you pt. 5

Janet didn’t know what looked worse for her: bringing a boy that looked extremely familiar to see Bruce Wayne or the bag she had thrown over her shoulder that was clearly a mommy tote bag. It was packed with water and snacks and all the color books Tim could reasonably fit in it (seven, with one of them being a jumbo edition that boasted over 100 pages of activities).

In her defense, Tim tended to warm up best when talking to strangers if he was given something to do with his hands. He’d bonded with many of his early education tutors over a mean session of coloring. He could clearly write his alphabet and the names of everyone in his family when asked. If he didn’t have to look away from his coloring, he could ever recite the addresses of both their town home and Jack’s office as well as Janet and Jack’s phone numbers.

It got easier to get him to talk, but until Tim felt comfortable Bruce was just going to have to deal with it. She already had plans of setting Tim up over on the sofa near Bruce’s little in house coffee bar. He’d be close, but the adults could still speak.

The truth was coming out and they had to get their stories straight.

The man behind the front desk was the same today and his eyes lingered on Tim for what felt like an eternity as Janet approached. Before his attention could become too noticeable, he smiled at them both, just as warm as the day before. Gratefully, Janet greeted Ron by name and he took pleasure in making a little event out of making Tim his own visitor’s pass.

The little boy’s smile was blinding as he helped arrange the sticker just so on his little plaid button up.

“What do we say, Tim?” Janet reminded, smiling as he ran his fingers over the front of his shirt and the sticker in lines.

“Thank you, sir,” he supplied, not looking up, but flashing a gap toothed smile. He scrubbed his fingers over the rougher texture of the cloth and smoothed them with the smooth glide over the sticker with apparent delight.

“No problem, little buddy,” Ron assured him. “That’s a polite boy you have there. Did you need the whole spiel again, Mrs. Drake?”

“No, I think I can remember,” she said, smile dimming. It was almost pathological the way she wanted to break down and ask what he thought about a strange woman arranging a sudden appointment with Bruce Wayne only to show up with a child the next day. She was desperate to know what people were thinking, how they were judging her.

Her life was going to be a terrible cliché from here on out.

Janet wished him well and Tim waved as she took him by his free hand and led him to the elevators.

“Mommy? Um, Mom, I mean,” Tim said in stops and starts, peering up at her. He’d unfortunately taken it to heart when Jack told him that big boys didn’t call their parents Mommy or Daddy. “This isn’t Da-. Um. This isn’t the office.”

Janet hitched her tote bag higher on her shoulder and wished again that frantic web searches at 3am were more helpful. Tim wasn’t deaf; he’d definitely heard Jack yelling that Tim wasn’t his son and had obviously readily internalized the information.

It didn’t help that Jack had staunchly refused to even look at Tim since.

“Remember what I said in the car, baby? About Mr. Wayne?” she prompted and Tim’s little face scrunched up in thought. It may have been all of fifteen minutes ago, but if Tim had been distracted by anything while she was talking, the conversation was as good as lost to the sands of time.

“He works here?” he guessed, still a little mystified as Janet herded him into the elevator. It was thankfully empty.

“Yes he does. His office is all the way at the top,” she explained. “And he’s your dad. Remember?”

“There was an oopsie where babies come from,” Tim remembered. “And instead of- And my dad is actual someone else.”

“Pretty big oopsie,” Janet agreed. “I’m sorry, Timmy. It’s not fair.”

“It’s okay,” he patted their joined hands. “I’m sorry Daddy, um. I’m sorry J-Jack is mad.”

Janet wanted to scoop him up and assure him that none of this was his fault, but the elevator was already sliding open on their destination. Stepping off, Janet was startled to see Emma already looking their way eagerly. She seemed, if possible, in higher spirits than yesterday. She wondered what Bruce told her.

[myfanfictiongarden]

Spring and Autumn- The Hobbit movies

A.N. Having re-watched The Hobbit movies for the first time since they came out (it's been 10 years! I'm getting old), I was really struck by the relationship between Legolas and his father, and the deep wounds they both carry, as well as how Tauriel helps them both "heal" in a way

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Great are the trees that shield his eyes from the bright sun and the open skies. For centuries, no, ages they had time to grow, time to breath, time to build a realm like no other, fair and dark at the same time. Loved and feared. Eryn Galen, the Greenwood, was the name under which it was first known. Long had the Wood-elves, as well as some Wildmen, dwelled here, yet as a kingdom it only came to prosper once their distant kin, long ago forced to flee from Doriath, came to settle here in this green jewel. Different from his father, Legolas knows no other home.  Born at the turning point of the ages, he knows no war, knows no hunger, knows no exile. True, even his beloved home, protected as it is, is not without dangers, not free of fell creatures hiding in the dark, but fiery demons, valiant warriors or dark sorcerers are tales of times long gone. The Great Darkness is nothing but a story Elf-children might be told in the light of a warm blazing hearth.

It is true, truly great are the trees and the woods that shield this realm from conflict or danger, and yet at times Legolas finds them cold and empty. He had felt so since he was a little child, too small to even climb past one of the great roots of a mighty tree, but as no one but himself ever expressed any sentiment of similar sort, he soon decided that he was alone and wrong for feeling that way. After all, his father was Thranduil, son of Oropher of Doriath, king of the Wood Realm, who fought against the Enemy and faced fire-breathing worms. There is peace and prosperity in his Realm, so this must mean that things are exactly as they should be. 

During his early childhood he rarely sees his father, a nurse is at first the only substitute for a parent, later tutors take over. Friends he has few, but one very true. Her father was one of the patrol guards that are send out to protect the borders, he had spend many years in loyal service, before loosing one rainy night his life to the fight with a warg. Since they are children she knows she wants to follow her fathers footsteps and become a member of the guard. Tauriel is her name, and Legolas cannot imagine the forests without her presence. Her hair is auburn red like to most of her kin and mirrors the flame she has in her. A many mischief they got themselves in when still very young, the halls were filled with laughter in her presence, the days with sunlight. It is warmer then the cold in his fathers eyes.

He wants to make his father proud, earn his approval. Dutifully he studies his letters and verses, stars and lore, combat and archery. It takes years before he feel at least perceived, his presence acknowledged. And still, Legolas tells himself it has to be like this. How else could it be?

Often he finds his friend perched up on the last branch of the tallest trees, head peaking out between the fresh green or passing yellow. Even on cold winter days one could find her here.

“What do you seek to find up here, melon?” He asks once after taking place on a neighbouring branch, the fresh young leaves matching their guard uniforms.

“Seek? I do not know if I seek anything. And yet…” Tauriel says while her eyes wander over the crown of endless green, birds and moths dancing above their heads.

“Sometimes you seem like a bird, always reaching upwards to the skies. But there is nothing to find there. They are empty, except for some occasional cloud here and there.”

“Empty, you say? Be glad that the master of lore isn’t nearby, or he might tell you many a fair word! Why, right there you can see Arien doing her duty, and Tilion will follow in a few hours time. Who do you think lighted the stars, or who protects the very birds?” She laughs while stretching her head further up towards the warmth of the light.

“So you strive a place among the Great Powers.” He can’t help but say, his smile just as wide as hers.

“Don't be silly, of course not. But there is a whole world out there. Might it not be filled with great beauty?”

“Or with grave dangers. But fear not, I would never laugh at you, even though my sight might not always see what your eyes perceive.” He says, and they sit for a while in silence. Her look had become distant again, so he doesn’t push the conversation further.

Sometimes, he too wonders what might be out there, and yet there are enough tales and accounts to form a rather clear picture. Men and Skin-changers on the western and southern borders, Men and Dwarves on the eastern ones. Orcs and wargs. A sleeping dragon. In the north there is nothing. It was in the north that he lost his mother. Not a whisper, not a word is ever spoken of her, no token of her exists, and very soon not even memory may remain of her. At times only he thinks he might perceive her in his dreams, silver dress flying in the wind, bow and arrow in her hands, the golden sun upon her hair. Eyes fierce and warm. 

For many years his life seems sure, seems set. What use is it to ask questions to whom you know no answers will ever come? It is unwise to seek trouble or peril beyond the borders when so much foul things already try to enter from without. One is to protect what one knows. Yet the winds may ever change, and if we are not to break under them we must follow their guidance. A storm arrived, bringing an unexpected company. Clouds gathered, fire rained down from the heavens. His heart had been broken, but it had also been opened. The time had come to leave the shelter of dark trees, and find the sun once more.

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Great are the trees that protect his eyes from the bright sun and the open skies. For centuries, yes, ages they had time to grow, time to breath, time to build a realm like no other, fair and dark at the same time. Loved and feared. Eryn Galen, the Greenwood, desolate and wild it had been before they arrived, and under their guidance prospered, building a home for themselves as well as for their distant kin that had long lived scattered in these parts. Yet, different from his son, Thranduil knows another home. Born with the coming of the sun, he knows darkness, knows war, knows hunger, knows exile. The lands of his childhood no longer exist, taken by fire and flame, buried under the seas. Homeless his people were for a long time. A proud peoples, wandering the wastes, hopping to find someplace that the Great Darkness hadn’t marred. Tales of horror and despair are all that was left of their previous lives.

It is true, young and green those woods seemed when first the Sindar set foot in them. A future full of promises. A future that yet again became marred by flame. A new enemy of old had awakened, and gathering all his foul servants, threatened their lives once more. His father had set out with a force great in might, ready to challenge the Enemy while great armies were closing in on him. A great host, of which only one third returned to the green home. Their king lost.

Thranduil is among the survivors, but greatly injured. A great worm of fire had send its foul breath of flame in his direction, burning the left side of his face, leaving destruction, leaving pain. And when he is carried home, to the place to heal all hurts, what awaits him there is a horror that makes even the glad victory and heavy loses pale in comparisment. Eliril had been taken, Eliril had been taken and lost. Eliril, a great huntress, had taken their little son and her maids for a ride in the forests while the battle was raging far away in the south. A group of Orcs ambushed them, of which she slew many with her arrows before finally being overpowered and taken hostage. The Lord of Angmar had demanded to learn the location of the hidden Woodland Realm, but she had not faltered and so paid for it with her life. The only thing that was ever returned of her was one of her arrows upon which hung a strung of her hair.

For nearly five full moons Thranduil stays in his chambers, admitting no one, seeing no one. A deep winter comes over the lands. After that he orders all of her things to be burned, not a scroll, not a hairpin nor tapestry she may have touched is to remain. Her day-room is emptied and turned into an open terrace, her harp broken, quill thrown into the mantelpiece. Any reminder of the wound is to disappear like the burns on his face, leaving an image untouched. And yet, one reminder was always there and hurt most to look upon. Their son, Legolas. In looks there was much of his father in him, and yet, even as a child, the temper of his mother came through, fierce, and strong, and unyielding. Thranduil hopes that time and distance will erase that too. Tutors and maids are tasked with the education and care for the young prince, not more then a bebe when the warmth had been lost. 

And time passes and Legolas grows, grows into a Elf of noble bearing, sharp mind, and loyal heart. But the temper remains, untameable, and soon the King realises the heart of his son is set on one from the guards. Of Silvan background is she, talented and loyal, a flame in her that demands caution. It would not be proper if she were bound to a prince. The world is best left to the order it has established, no thing to be tempered with uncalled for, no step made of the right road.

For many years the road seems sure, seems set. If one were to stray from the path, what good would it do? So much pain, so much loss await those who wander onward to the unknown. To keep and preserve what is left, that is the best coarse of action. What could the world beyond offer him anyway? But dark clouds begin to gather around Dol Guldur, around Erebor, around his own realm. There are those who are no longer willing to accept the boundaries set by him, and he is forced to follow on their path. It is all there again, the darkness, the flames, the blood spilled. But what cuts deepest are the words spoken by the one he looked down on, and of the son that stays true to her. And among the ruins of old, while snow and cold winds are raging, tears wash away the dark, wash away the wounds, until all that is left are scars. And among the ruins he speaks to the son he is proud has come to his own, and bestowing his blessings sends him away on the ever winding road. And among the ruins he bows to the warrior who lost all that was dear to her, and yet taught him to value what is most precious.

[magicmindless]

Yknow what gonna ask for skip hcs. If possible

A HC list but it’s just Skip

- Totally a dad type. Charming, levelheaded, all around a great guy

- Has a New York accent. “Ay I’m walkin’ ‘ere!” And all

- Never knew his birth parents. He’s been in an orphanage ever since he was a baby, and then later lived in a foster home until he was 18. Though he was never officially adopted by anyone his foster guardians were usually kind and took care of him well

- He got his RV from some guy on Craigslist (or what the Flipline equivalent is) who was giving it away practically for free. It wasn’t exactly in the best shape when he got it but a deep-cleaning, a few repairs, and some help from friends did the trick. He even managed to live in it for a couple of years before getting his apartment

- He’s always wanted children of his own, and even not being married he wanted to adopt children. He eventually adopted James and Mary when James was 7-8 and Mary was a toddler

- (If you don’t like the thought of them being family then we’ll just say they’re all friends and Skip is like a dad with his 2 dumb children in this case)

- Master on the grill. He can grill anything, steak, kabobs, you name it. He even grilled a watermelon once (it was awful, but he did it)

- Didn’t always know how to cook the way he does though. Back then he relied on mostly instant food or things he knew were easy to cook like hotdogs. He took cooking classes later in life though

- He can’t bake though. He can’t bake at all, his skill in baking is like the complete opposite of his cooking skills

- Not much of a sweets fan. He likes salty stuff

- Aside from tailgating, he also likes to drive his RV out of the city to go glamping. It’s a refreshing way to spend some time alone and away from the busy city life, just in nature and silence

- Extroverted introvert. He’s the type of guy who gets along with everyone and can be the life of any party, but he never overstays his welcome. He gets tired pretty easily and needs to take time to himself to properly recharge

- He really likes his naps. He works hard all day, so if he’s not hanging with his pals, watching tv at home, or taking care of Pastrami, he’s probably taking a nap. He’s like a grizzly bear (oh he also snores VERY loudly)

- Besides sports, he also likes watching sitcoms and comedy shows, action movies, and documentaries about kinda niche topics

- Speaking of Pastrami, Skip adopted Pastrami from an animal shelter long after Mary and James moved out. Pastrami was a pet rat abandoned by his previous owner and left in the streets of Oniontown. Skip felt bad for him, so he adopted him. Unexpectedly, their bond grew quickly, and now they are inseparable

- Pastrami is pretty attached to Skip. He’ll whine sometimes if Skip tries to go somewhere without him. Also, despite being blind, he has an excellent sense of smell so if they do somehow get separated then Pastrami can trace his scent to find him. He loves cuddling, though just be careful that he doesn’t try to crawl into your shirt (it’s happened before)

- Skip is thinking of getting another rat for Pastrami. Just as a little friend to keep him company when he couldn’t be around

- Used to volunteer at a library as story time reader and a tutor for kids and teens. He even tutored Allan when he used to live in Oniontown. When they met again for Mocharia, Skip recognized him which caught Allan by surprise as he didn’t remember him at all

- A popular guy in Oniontown. Pretty much everyone in the city knows his name and he’s respected by peers, even by Radlynn and Sarge Fan

- Though he’s usually nice, he’s been known to be snarky towards tourists. When he was talking to Koilee and she told him about her getting scammed he laughed right in her face about it, and still thinks she’s an idiot to this day. And when NuMarcus’ brick scam was going on he didn’t even bother to tell anyone they were wasting their money

- He was always a builder at heart. Back in his youth he used to hang out in Oniontown’s junkyard with his friends scavenging for stuff to make things with. A couple things they built were a tall platform they could climb on and even an incredibly janky go-kart out of scrap metal and spare parts. It wasn’t safe at all but it was fun

- The worst injury he’s ever had was when he drove the said janky go-kart down a hill of junk. He broke his arm so bad he had to get a metal rod inserted in for it to heal properly

- He likes the thought of being in a relationship and getting married, but isn’t totally sure about it. He’s had crushes but has never been on any real dates before. He doesn’t even know where to start when it comes to romance so he’s thinking of asking a friend when he’s ready