#and the next nearest place that has one is a vending machine on campus but im not wandering over there at 3 in the morning 👎

[sunflowerrboyy]

hope the next person enjoys their free soda bc the stupid vending machine card reader broke :(

[akaashi-luvs]

Can you do a hinata angst where the reader has a huge crush on him because hinata kinda leads her on without realizing it so she confesses and shoyos like sorry uhh we are just friends. So the reader is sad and stuff bc she fought hinata liked her, so she avoids him and starts calling him by his last name hinata. Then she gets over him but hinata realizes that he likes her so he tries to talk to her but accidentally walks in on y/n and tsukishima making out😦.

hi !! thank you for requesting :) i tried my best and i hope you like it !!

read part 2 here !!

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Makeover 

Hinata Angst (ish) (includes reader x tsukishima + reader x hinata)

Warnings: angst (kinda?)

word count: 1.1k (1,169 in fact)

Notes: don’t change yourself for a guy :)

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“Shoyo!” You sing, walking over to the short redhead who was standing by his locker. He smiles and leans on the lockers. “Hey y/l/n! Have you got a free period now?” Hinata asks, grabbing his bag. You nod your head and look at the clock. “I’ve got a free hour.” “Good! Let��s go grab some food.” He takes your hand and drags you out of campus. Your face and ears heat up, dusting a light pink across your cheeks. Once you arrive at the nearest food store, you instantly offer to pay for the food. “I can pay Shoyo. It’s okay!” 

Hinata raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be disrespectful, or Bakeyama will make fun of me.” You laugh at the nickname and smile. “It’s all good!” You walk over to the cashier, not seeing Hinata run a hand through his hair and roll his eyes. 

~ Your friends crowd around you, wanting to hear the story of you and Hinata’s ‘date’. “And then he took my hand!” You giggle, blushing instantly as you recall the moment that made your day. The girls squeal, and your best friend, Yachi, whispers to you, “You should tell him you like him! It’s so clear he has a thing for you y/n-chan!!”  You laugh and shake your head. “No way. What happens if he doesn’t like me? It would be embarrassing!” Yachi laughs quietly, takes your hand, and pulls you away from the group to hand you something. “Here, my grandma gave this to me, but I think you need it more than I do.” She places a love charm in your hand and curls your fingers over it with a smile. 

You smile softly at your best friend and pull her into a hug. “You don’t have to give it to me Yacchan.” You mumble. She shakes her head and laughs. “You need it more than I do.” You smile, kiss the top of her head, and nod. You were going to confess your feelings to Hinata, the boy you had liked ever since middle school. 

After school, you walk over to Hinata, getting ready to walk home together. In your pocket, you run your thumb over the love charm that Yachi gave you. “Hey! Hey y/n, over here!” Hinata waves his arm in his face, knocking you out of your daze. “Oh hey.” You say softly. “Shoyo...I have something to say.” “Did you see Sara earlier?! Oh damn, she looked amazing earlier. Like her hair, her eyes, her style!!” Hinata rambles on about this girl in his class as you walk back to your house. “Y/n, you’ve gone awfully quiet.” He realises and looks at you. 

“Shoyo, I like you. Please go out with me.”

 Hinata stops in the middle of the road and runs a hand through his hair. “So that’s why you were quiet. Y/n, I’m sorry...we should only be friends. You know, it would be best for school and volleyball for me, and I don’t want to-”

“Ruin our friendship. I get it. Sorry to have bothered you, Hinata.” You say, smile weakly and run into your house, as the tears started to fall. Hinata stands outside your house, frozen. He knew that you like him, but he never wanted to bring it up. “Well,” He sighs, “Sorry y/n.” Hinata rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, and walked down to his house, humming to himself.  

~ You collapse on your bed when you get inside, wiping away the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Yachi and your friends wouldn’t stop texting you, the notifications ping every second. After crying for three hours, you sniff and shake your head. “I just need to get over him. Simple.” You pull yourself together, stand up and open the window, letting the cool air circulate the room. Tapping play on your playlist, you smile weakly to yourself. “You got this.” 

~ Everyone has seen a change in how you act. You’re still yourself, but it’s...different. And everyone knows that. Especially Hinata. You cut your hair, start wearing more makeup than the school allowed, and ditch your school shoes for big chunky Doc Martens. 

“Y/l/n, the principal wants to see you in his office, now.” Your teacher gives you a glare, as you walk out of the classroom and down the hall into the principal's office. You roll your eyes and knock on the door. “Y/n. Come in.” 

The principal sat there, his arms crossed. You walk in, sit down and brace yourself for whatever bullshit your principal was going to say.

~ Tsukishima Kei stands outside the principal’s door, leaning against it with his hands in his pockets. As you walk out, he joins you as you walk back to your class. “Well hello.” He says. You look at him and tilt your head. “Is there anything you need?” You ask politely, stopping to put some coins in the vending machine. You bend down to pick up your drink. “What on earth were you doing in the principal's office?” He asked, folding his arms. Standing back up, you shrug. “Why not.” You both chuckle as you run a hand through your hair. “Hey y/n. Are you free later?” 

~

Hinata groans and throws his head back. “I’m such an idiot.” Kageyama scoffs. “We already know that you dumbass.” Nishinoya slaps Kageyama around the back of the head, “Ignore him Shoyo! Just go and talk to y/n, it’ll be fine!” Hinata shakes his head. “You don’t understand, she hasn’t spoken to me for a month. We literally live next door to each other.” “Just go talk to her! She should still like you...I mean. Yeah.” Noya says with a grin. Hinata nods and walks out of the locker room, in hopes of finding you.

Tsukishima has you against the wall, one of his hands around your cheek, the other flat on the wall as he kisses you. You lean your face up to reach his lips, kissing him back, even harder than he did. He soon picks you up by your legs, as you wrap your hands around his neck, still entangled in the kiss.

 “Hey y/n? Are you here?” Hinata asks, walking into the room where you and Tsukki are. “Oh...oh.” He stutters, looking at you both. You pull away from Tsukki and look at Hinata. His eyes are welling up with tears, as he examines you. He turns away and sprints out the door. “Hinata..!” You say, looking after him. Tsukishima tries to kiss you but you make him put you down. “Not now Kei.” Tsukki looks hurt, so you press a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll text you later.” 

You grab your bag and sprint out after Hinata.An hour later, you get to Hinata’s house, you see a bus going down your road, and his bedroom window was left open. You look inside, to see empty drawers and his room torn apart. 

“He’s gone…” You whisper. 

“He left…”

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work of akaashi-luvs do not repost.

[shawnsorangeglasses]

The Opposition - Part 1

2.7k words

the law student!shawn au is here and all because i can't keep my mouth shut or my hand down. meet Caroline (she'll get a surname later). today she has turned Shawn's morning on it's head.

warnings: none, bon appetit

Shawn saunters across the northernmost green lawn, deliberately crunching leaves beneath his heels. There's about five other people are heading in the same direction, weighed down by their heavy bags and arms full of folders. He remembers a time when he used to be like them. Green, small, and in a hurry. But he’d been in law school for two semesters now and the worst was behind him. He never had to join some stupid fraternity and even has an internship squared away at a decent firm just within city limits for next year.

His phone buzzes in his coat pocket but he doesn’t need to look at it. It’s only the alarm to remind him that orientation is in an hour. He’s supposed to be greeting incoming students today and participate on a student panel. Just enough time to grab breakfast from the cafeteria.

The dining hall is virtually empty as it is most early mornings. Other than a couple people sat by the window tables, the room was dead. Shawn meanders through vacant chairs while briefly checking his email. His employer for the summer break has yet to get back to him on details of his position at the firm. Any information he could get his hands on to prepare is invaluable to say the least.

Then a person bumps right into him right before he can pass the vending machines, spilling chilled water all the way down his front.

"Shit," she whispers, then turns reaches over to a table for some napkins. "Sorry, sir. I should have been paying attention."

"Sir?"

The woman takes a better look at his face. "Oh, you're a student. Dressed like the dean?" She hands him a bundle of napkins. "Halloween isn't for a couple of months."

Shawn has to stop himself from snatching them out her hand. "I have a panel to do this morning," he says through his teeth.

"The student panel? What time are you-"

"Do me and everyone else a favor and watch where you're going from now on."

She scoffs. "Excuse me, Trench Coat, but you ran into me. Try looking up from your phone for once. I was here first."

"Didn't you just apologize to me for not paying attention?"

"Yeah but that was before I realized you're a prick."

Shawn takes a closer look at her now that she's insulted him. At first glance, it looks like a mess, but he starts to wonder if she purposefully dressed this way. Her jet black hair is big and wild, contained only by a headband. She definitely doesn't look like any other female student he's seen this morning, wearing a faded Eagles t-shirt, black sweats, and untied sneakers. He checks his watch. Forty-five minutes.

"Listen, I’d love to stand here and win this argument, but I have somewhere important to be."

"Hm, hope your attitude improves before then," she says as she slips past him.

Shawn shakes his head as she shoulder checks him on the way out. He looks down at his wet button down and slacks. The best solution for now was to just button his coat and grab something quick for his stomach. He would not allow himself to be messed up by this stranger.

…

It's several minutes before orientation begins. Shawn is bounding across the parking lot, coat still buttoned up in the August heat. A few moments sat in a sunny courtyard table didn't do much to dry his clothes, but he couldn't afford to waste any more time. He ended buying an overpriced iced tea from the campus Starbucks and moved on. Harrison, his fellow SGA member and roommate, is waiting for him outside on the auditorium steps doing a crossword puzzle. He flashes that crooked smile at the sight of Shawn and scrambles to his feet.

"What happened to you? You're usually here before me."

"I just got sidetracked at breakfast by this girl."

Harrison's jaw drops, dramatic as usual. "You finally got a girlfriend?"

Shawn rolls his eyes. "Why is love all you think about? No, in fact this person in particular was actually pretty rude." He opens his coat. "She did this to me."

Harrison's eyebrows hike up. "Oh."

"I just want to do the panel and end this day already."

"Well just a heads up, we have a newbie, uh Caroline, joining the club. She's really cool, I think she'll be a nice addition."

"Good, because the last thing student government needs is another wrench thrown in the middle."

The dimly lit lobby is filled with students waiting to be let in. Shawn and Harrison cross the foyer and enter the vacant auditorium. In the center of the stage is a table and a young woman with her back turned to the seats.

"Caroline," Harrison calls out, "this is Shawn. The guy I was telling you about earlier."

Shawn almost chokes on his drink when she turns around. Of course, it's the young woman from the dining hall, dressed very different from before. She's traded her sweats for a slim red dress and her once wild hair is tied back in a neat bun. A wry smile plays on her lips, which now also wear a dark brown paint.

"Trench Coat," she chirps.

"You?!" Shawn can't control his tone. His voice echoes all the way into the lobby.

"I don't fucking believe it." Caroline places a hand on her backside. "Have you fixed your attitude yet?"

"You two know each other," asked a very confused, but also amused, Harrison.

"Unfortunately," Shawn bites. "She's the reason my clothes are a mess."

Caroline hops down from the stage and jogs up to them. "It's just water. And again, you ran into me."

Shawn blinks in disbelief. "Who the hell let you on SGA? On this panel?"

"I did."

Attie Bartlett emerges from behind the curtain with another chair for the panel. She's fairly easy to mistake for a student with her 5'2" stature and simple clothes. The only thing that gives her away now is the patch of gray on the top of her hairline. Shawn composes himself in her presence. Attie's been the SGA sponsor since long before he enrolled.

"I don't know what's going on with you kids, nor do I care, but you need to get backstage and wait to be called."

Harrison and Caroline run past the curtains. Shawn stays put, frozen at the edge of the orchestra pit. He contemplates diving head first into the music stands. Attie's just about to walk to the entrance and let the new students in when he stops her short.

"Ms. Attie, you can't be serious about Caroline," he whispers.

"I know," she sighs and keeps walking, "she's a tad different from what you're used to. But give her a chance. She might surprise you."

"I hate surprises."

"Go. Backstage." Attie gives him the look and Shawn sulks away. As he's passing the curtain, he tosses what's left of his tea in a nearby trash bin.

Naturally, Harrison is chatting away with Caroline in the girls dressing room. Shawn peeks inside from behind the door. "Harrison, you and I can't be in here."

"It doesn't really matter if there's only one fully clothed girl in here, Shawn," says Caroline. "I grant you passage."

He steps into the cramped room, "I wasn't talking to you."

She's staring back at him, smug and smart in her little red dress. Harrison is sat on the counter in front of the wall mirror. The vanity lights above his head make his usually brown hair glow with a tinge of red orange. Shawn takes the space next to Harrison, leaning back with his arms crossed, eyeing Caroline. She holds his gaze, not at all bothered.

"You guys, this is so great," Harrison beams. He continues to ramble on about how SGA needed more girls since the last few graduated this past spring. Only Shawn's not really listening. He's watching Caroline, taking everything in. Thick, dark eyebrows. A dimple in one cheek. Large, sharp nose. All of it impossibly irritating. Especially how even when she's not smiling, the sides of her mouth still curl upwards like she is.

Harrison's still reeling. "She's like a girl you, but relaxed. I'd say we might be a solid friend group again."

"We're not friends, Harry," Shawn mumbles. This makes her ears perk up and her eyes narrow.

"Well, why can't we be?" Harrison, all the more hopeful, moves next to Caroline. "I mean this feels right."

"Yeah, Shawn," Caroline chimes in. "This feels right."

"Quit saying 'feels' like that." Shawn rises to his feet, so he's just barely towering over Caroline. "I won't go that far, but I suppose a welcome is in order. SGA and the Student Mentors take any and all who qualify and I have to trust Ms. Attie made the right decision, as much as I may disagree."

Caroline extends her hand, beckoning Shawn to shake it. He takes hold of it cautiously. "I look forward to working with you Shawn."

Attie knocks on the door and it swings open. "Hey, come get in place you three."

…

The newcomers had plenty of questions and for whatever reason took a strong liking to Caroline. Every word that fell out of her mouth was charming and funny. No other person in student government had that kind of effect on people. And although he'd never say it out loud, Shawn was impressed.

Then orientation ends and Shawn can't leave fast enough. He and Harrison are halfway down the steps when his friend pulls on his sleeve.

"Oh, there's Caroline."

Sure enough, she is standing a few feet away from them, earbuds in, scrolling through her phone. Her hair is out again. "Let's invite her to lunch with us," Harrison says and starts to walk in her direction.

Shawn yanks on his jacket. "Harrison, she doesn't want to eat with us," he hisses

"How do you know? We haven't even asked her yet. Caroline!"

She takes a second to look away from her phone. "Yeah?"

"We're going to Waffle House right now. You wanna come?"

She glances at Shawn but he immediately averts his gaze to the nearest tree. "Only if it's okay with him."

Harrison glares at Shawn, and he sucks in his cheeks. "Sure," he says, forcing a smile, "the more the merrier."

Caroline skips down the steps to join them at the sidewalk. Harrison links arms with her while Shawn keeps his flush at his sides, hands stuffed deep in his pockets. As walk they off the campus grounds, he starts to relax. Strolling like this always clears his head. He seldom ever walked anywhere without being pressed for time.

"So what're you two studying," Caroline asks.

"I'm majoring in literature and Shawn's in criminal law," Harrison says proudly. "You should see him in the mock trials they put on every other weekend."

"I do okay," says Shawn.

"He does fantastic," Harrison corrects. "Last semester, he owned Jared Price's ass in every single trial."

Shawn suppresses a smile. Harrison enjoys boasting about his friends and he always means every word.

"So that's what you meant when you said you'd 'win this argument' in the dining," Caroline murmurs.

Shawn almost didn't hear her say it, and she's pretending he's not there when he looks her over.

"I may have been a bit coarse when we met this morning. I apologize. You caught me at a bad time."

Her lips twist into a pucker. "I'm sorry for spilling ice water down your pants."

For a brief moment, her eyes meet his. Shawn’s the first to look away when his face feels hot. He clears his throat for no reason.

"See," Harrison squeaks. "We are friends!"

"Don't push it Harry," Shawn warns.

The Waffle House sits on the corner of the school zone's intersection. Despite being a visual sore thumb to the otherwise professional office buildings lining the block, it often stays packed with kids either from the high school or college campus. This Friday however, the crowd was rather thin.

The three students walk into the small diner. Somebody recently put "Mr. Blue Sky" on the jukebox. Harrison makes a beeline for their coveted booth. It was the perfect spot in the corner window and not far from the music.

Caroline takes one side of the booth, and Shawn takes the other. Harrison is sat in the middle. A waitress named Joanne meets their table shortly after they sit down to take the drink orders.

"I'll be right back," she says then dips back into the kitchen. Shawn begins to unpack his laptop. The paper he was revising last night reappears on the screen. He picks up where he left off.

Harrison looks up from his menu, "Shawn, Kate told me she wanted to talk to you."

His nose twitches at the sound of her name. "Tell her I died," he says, not missing a beat.

"Or you could go listen to her?"

"Who's Kate," Caroline asks.

"A good reason to take a shot of cyanide," Shawn sighs.

"Shawn, be nice," Harrison insists. He turns to Caroline. "She's his ex. And probably first real girlfriend. And he needs to talk to her before my data runs out from her texting me about you."

Shawn types faster. "We were hardly anything for two weeks before she completely ghosted me and now she wants to talk? Hard fucking pass."

"First girlfriend," Caroline repeats. "In college?"

Shawn stops typing, "I didn't make time for relationships before now. Besides, I was trying to get into law school."

Harrison leans in Caroline's ear, "Which is insane with his face and body. I had three boyfriends total in high school and I'm a barely a seven."

"Not everybody can be a man whore like you Harrison," Shawn mumbles.

"I am not a man whore," he huffs. "I'm just charismatic. Something you could try a little harder to be."

Joanne comes back with an orange juice for Harrison, two mugs for Shawn and Caroline, and a pot of coffee. She takes their orders again and pours the coffee before leaving. Shawn takes a handful of sugar packets and tears them open one by one over his mug. He's on the fourth packet when he notices Caroline and Harrison staring fondly at him.

"What," he asks, now suddenly very anxious.

"I've just never seen someone load their coffee with so much sugar," Caroline says. Harrison stifles a laugh.

"Well it tastes like hot dirt plain," he claims, nodding to her mug. "So enjoy your cup of hell."

"And I here thought you'd be the mom of the group when it's actually Harry."

"Aw," Harrison coos.

Shawn's eyebrows furrow. "What the hell does that make me?"

"Probably the moody teenager."

Harrison covers his mouth. "Oop."

"Or the old man," she adds. Harrison snorts.

"Alright alright, I get it," he shuts his laptop. “You two are a barrel of laughs.”

A different waiter arrives shortly thereafter with three plates of waffles. The lunch goes well into the afternoon. Caroline made origami frogs out of napkins. At one point, Harrison recited his lines for a Shakespeare project perfectly. Shawn just sat back watched as he entertained Caroline with soliloquies and monologues. He has no choice but to admit this really does feel right.

They end up slightly  overstaying their welcome in the Waffle House and Harrison has to leave for a rehearsal at 3:00 PM. Shawn offers to walk Caroline back to the dorms. To his surprise, she gladly accepts.

“Does this mean we’re friends now,” she asks a few minutes in.

Shawn examines her before. She’s crunching leaves under her toes. “I guess I can make an exception.”

“Well thank you, your honor,” she says, bowing deeply.

Shawn rolls his eyes, “I’m studying to be a lawyer, not a judge.”

Caroline shakes her head. “Always so serious.”

“What’s wrong with serious?”

She shrugs “Nothing. But what’s the harm in loosening up?”

Shawn stops and looks at the enigma before him. She’s looking back at him, waiting for something to happen. He looks around and spots a cluster of dandelions in the grass. He picks one up and sticks it behind his ear. “How’s this for loose,” he asks, holding his arms out.

A cheeky grin spreads across Caroline’s face. She snags a few more flowers from the ground and carefully threads them into his hair. What’s stranger is Shawn lets her. She takes a step back to view her work. Her lashes flutter happily. “It’s a step in the right direction.”

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[seaweedkisses-blog1]

TANGGAL-UHAW

Proposed by:

Jomolo, Joven

Marcaida, Mark Anthony

Piano, John Carlo

Retuyan, Daniel John

Aligarbes, Kaytrex

Cuenco, Sheena

Lising, Kristelle Jean

Nadela, Charl Zeldine

Pacularin, Aileen

Project Title: Tanggal – Uhaw

Abstract/Executive Summary:

Water is a basic need for us humans. Without water, we won’t survive. KNCHS has a very limited distribution of drinking water. In that case, the project proposal of the HUMSS 1 students comes in -- which is a water vending machine. A water vending machine comes in handy when students ran out of their water or if they haven't brought any. It is easy to use as it can dispense water after a customer insert a coin.

A water vending machine has a built-in filter which keeps the water clean and fresh. This prevents students from getting diseases, and prevents the water to be contaminated. Water vendos are very easy to use, cheap and are cost-effective which makes it simple. In comparison to bottled water, a water vending machine is cheaper and is safer.

By implementing this project, it can save the students from buying bottled water which is made out of plastic, in which can end up to a mess for the reason of scattering of plastic bottles anywhere in the campus after they have used it. Having a water vending machine can reduce the scattering of plastic bottles, which makes it eco-friendly.

Project Justification:

KNCHS is populated with students from grade 7 to 12. It is because of this that the school is continuously building more buildings. The school has become a huge institution. Because of the rapid increase of students every school year, the school continue to build more buildings for more classrooms. A downside of this is there are only few canteens and refilling station in the school, and because of this, it cannot accommodate the vast amount of students. In this case, the group decided to propose a water refilling station for the students to have a nearer access to water. One of the school problem is also the increasing number of scattered plastic bottles and because of this project, the number of the plastic bottles will be lessened.

For building this project, the needed space is very much a priority. It is where the station is going to be built. The materials are also needed, for the project cannot be done without it. For time, it would take about 21 days to finish this project, because of the preparation that is going to happen before the construction are the area. Workers that are going to construct the station are a priority for they will be the one who’s going to make the station, come to life.

This project requires a lot of effort for it should be maintained and observed after it is built. That is why the group decided to do their best for the consumers’ benefits. The said project is built to avoid acquire diseases coming from the bottled water. According to onegreenplanet.org that plastic bottles contain bisphenol a (bpa). It is the chemical used to make the plastics hard and clear. Bpa is an endocrine destructor which has been proven to be hazardous to human health. Such as cancer, neurological difficulties, early puberty in girls, reduce fertility in women, pre matured labor and more. To ensure everyone’s safety, the group will be assigning personnel that will be maintaining the cleanliness and sanitation of the station. It would be a big help for everyone as it is cheaper compared to water bottles and it is safer to drink.

The implementing group are very particular in the safety of the consumers. It is our job to keep the consumers’ health, well. It has always been pointed out that there is lacking of water supply in our school, which is why the group is committed in the project that we are proposing. We can ensure everyone’s safety in regards to the cleanliness of water. The group is open to hear everyone’s feedback and recommendations of the station for further improvement. The group is also considerate of the location of where the station is going to be placed. This project is will be built at the Koronadal National Senior High School. Its designated area will be beside the hairdressing laboratory and beside the TVL building. It will be placed there for the reason of it will be near to students and they won’t need to walk far enough just to buy water. This project also has two water vending machines that can accommodate the Batang KN in need of water, especially for Senior High School students, teachers and staffs.

Everyone in the school has a freedom to use the water refilling station – students, teachers, facilitators, staffs and even visitors. It will be beneficial for everyone that is within the campus for they will they will have source of drinking water supply that is cheap and safe. The Senior High School students, staffs, teachers and facilitators receive the most benefits for the station is built within the SHS building, and they are the ones who are nearest in the area. This isn’t a disadvantage though, or everyone in the campus can have an access in using the refilling station.

Project Implementation

Budget, Expenses and Income

Monitoring and Evaluation

For the monitoring and evaluation, after the project is built, the group is going to assign good people to maintain the sanitation of the station. Filter cleaning is going to undergo every once a month. The station is also going to undergo tank cleaning once every 2 months. Lastly, if the water is already on its ¼, there will be a tank refill. For evaluation, the group is allowing the consumers to give feedback and comments about the station. Recommendations is also going to be considered by the group.

Reporting

After every end of the month, the group will check the money that has been collected from the vending machine. After checking and monitoring, the group will be presenting it to the school in a form of a PowerPoint presentation on where the money will go. The group will be open in informing everyone the next procedures and steps on where they are going to spend it next. For further suggestions, the group will be accepting and considering recommendations and feedback from the students.

[lordsicheng]

Looking forward to Autumn breeze pt 3!!!! Hehehe can i request a scenario with park woojin where he has a big crush on you, a noona (96 liner) but is hesitant since you treat him super special and u take extra care of him and ur like that only to him but he thinks u only treat him like an lil brother??? hehe thank u pls make it angsty?? love u

[stereksummerexchange]

Bad Karma

@ritarmandi - After a bit of lurking on your tumblr, it seems you have a soft spot for magic!Stiles, so here, have some magic!Stiles causing a bit of mischief from the POV of an unwitting outsider!

by @kai-strex

Josh has come to learn that everything about Stilinski is a little odd.

Note: I have zero experience with college dorms.

Josh never believed in karma until he got to college. In just the first two weeks, Micah broke the vending machine that gave access to the nearest supply of chips and then every shower ran cold no matter which stall he stepped in; Brett set off the fire alarm at four in the morning and then had a pipe burst in the bathroom all over his only pair of shoes, which stayed dripping wet for an entire week despite being left on the radiator at every spare moment; and after Andy and Craig ‘accidentally’ ate the leftover pizza belonging to Stilinski - Josh’s dorm room neighbour - their room became a wifi deadzone. (Two months later and they’re still being forced to set up shop in the hallway with no fix managed. Stilinski always looks oddly gleeful whenever he sees them huddled out there.)

Though, Josh has come to learn that everything about Stilinski is a little odd. He grows herbs on the windowsill of the room he shares with McCall, has intricate red tattoos swirling up his arm like vines - probably the latest hipster trend that he’ll find himself regretting in six months time - and Josh is pretty sure his geeky, thick-framed glasses have no prescription, even though he always makes a point to perch them on his nose whenever he stares at the blank pages of the leatherbound book he carries everywhere with him.

Josh hasn’t really had much to do with him - except for that one time their hands brushed and he got an electric shock - but the guy’s door is always open and seems to be admitting a never ending stream of visitors. They leave with small packets of said ‘herbs’, leading Josh to the only conclusion that he must be the dorm’s resident dealer. (Once, he thought he saw the guy hand a nervous, waif-like girl a tiny stoppered vial of acid green liquid - though when he blinked, it turned out it was just a novelty eraser and Stilinski flashed him a wink.)

Josh is all for everyone finding their recreation wherever they please but he’s surprised at how blatant Stilinski’s activities are. It’s probably the reason for their RA’s eyebrows pulling down into a scowl whenever he catches sight of the guy.

Stern but fair, Derek is probably the best RA Josh could have hoped for, but something about Stilinski seems to just rub him the wrong way. Whenever he’s in the vicinity, Derek is all but gnashing his teeth and when Stilinski flutters his eyelashes and smiles that impish grin of his, it - inconceivably - ties the usually articulately-spoken RA’s tongue into knots.

It hadn’t taken long for a secret betting pool to open up predicting when they’d finally get each other’s clothes off. Josh’s prediction passed by a week ago so he’s down ten bucks to Micah, the only one of them who’d guessed it would take this long. Lucky son of a bitch. Or maybe it’s the karma? He’d better watch out. It has a habit of turning at the drop of a hat around here.

*

Josh is running late one morning in early November, cursing his lucky roommate who has a late start as he fumbles their door closed behind him. He’s just wrestling his bag onto his shoulder when Derek storms across the corridor and slams into Stilinski’s room.

“Stop it,” he snarls.

“Stop what?” comes Stilinski’s voice, dripping with airy innocence.

“You know what.”

“Get Isaac to apologise and maybe I’ll think about it.”

Isaac Lahey is the most recent victim of the karma curse, waking up yesterday morning with hands somehow stained bright red, though Josh has no idea what he did to bring that down on himself. He doesn’t know what problem Stilinski could have with him either.

There’s a thud and as Josh inches by, he sees Derek pressing Stilinski against the wall, hands fisted in his collar. Josh has heard the phrase ‘seeing red’, but for a moment he’s sure Derek’s eyes are actually glowing.

“If I’d have known you liked it rough, Sourwolf, I would have invited you in sooner.” Stilinski leans closer to Derek whose resident scowl has melted and now he just looks dazed, ears pinking. And is he staring at Stilinski’s lips? The way they quirk up at the corners say it hasn’t escaped Stilinski’s notice.

Josh accelerates down the hallway as Derek barrels out of the room and back to his own. He doesn’t need to be seen putting his nose where it doesn’t belong. He also doesn’t have the precious seconds to spare.

*

Thursdays are Josh’s longest day of classes so the dizzying trek to the top floor of the dorms that he usually considers the bane of his existence is, for one day a week, a blessed relief.

Derek and Stilinski are having a hushed conversation at the top. Despite having never met before, Josh has spotted them whispering in corners since their very first day in the dorms and at least three times a week since. They’re always accompanied by Derek’s usual scowl, but what’s not so usual is how serious Stilinski always looks. Josh has never been able to catch what they’re saying and the discussion today ends as he crests the final flight. It’s so commonplace he doesn’t even wonder what they mutter about anymore.

Derek nods at Josh as he starts to make his own descent, a stack of paper in one hand, and Stilinski has his elbows draped over the banister, watching.

“Just remember what I said,” Derek says to Stilinski over his shoulder.

“Sure thing, Alpha,” Stilinski purrs.

There’s a choking sound and swish of paper and Josh looks back to see Derek’s worksheets spiralling down the stairwell. He’s staring open-mouthed at Stilinski whose eyes sparkle above a wicked smile.

Josh shakes his head and continues his weary trudge towards his room. These guys are driving him crazy.

*

He’s jolted awake that very same night by Stilinski yelling, “I can take care of myself!”

There’s urgent shushing and a low, rumbling murmur that can only belong to Derek. Josh lifts his head from his pillow, straining his ears.

Stilinski is hissing, “You’re the one who nearly got your arm ripped off by that other Alpha.”

Getting into a fight with some fraternity? That doesn’t sound like usual Derek behaviour. Though, by the sounds of it, he was defending Stilinski’s honour, in which case it makes perfect sense.

Can’t they just bone already? Josh asks himself as he rolls over and tugs the sheets over his head. He just wishes he had the courage to open his door and yell it at them.

*

The next morning, Josh spies Stilinski and Derek in line in the cafeteria, standing close, though it looks like Stilinski is giving the RA the cold shoulder. The argument of the night before clearly hasn’t been resolved. Josh can’t help eavesdropping.

“What, are you going to punish me this time?” Derek is asking. “Turn all my course notes to Japanese? Zap all my underwear to the moon?”

Stilinski smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Derek scowls coolly back, and though he can’t put his finger on why, Josh finds himself gulping for him.

*

When he gets back to the dorms after classes, all of Derek’s shirts have mysteriously been sliced open from collar to hem. It’s not exactly unusual for Derek to be walking around the dorm without a shirt, but Stilinski still leans against his doorframe and leers at Derek’s bare torso whenever he stomps by.

*

The next night, Josh goes for drinks at a friend’s place off campus which is exactly what he needs to get away from the weird and downright impossible goings on at the dorm, like the fact that all of Derek’s shirts had been inexplicably restored when he woke up that morning or that he’s ninety-percent sure he saw a black wolf jumping out of Stilinski’s dorm window in the middle of the night. He has no idea what’s going on anymore.

He’s still feeling pleasantly buzzed when he gets back to the dorm at one in the morning, already chalking everything up to sleep deprivation and the stress of an increasing workload.

As he passes Stilinski’s room, a thud comes from inside, followed by Derek snarling, “Jesus, Stiles, you can’t just-”

Josh heaves a sigh and rolls his head on his shoulders in exasperation. He’s had enough of their shit.

Fuelled by his liquid courage, he spins round and slams the door open. He realises too late that there was probably a reason why it was closed for once.

“Okay, that’s it, will you two just-”

The words shrivel in his throat as he takes in the two of them sprawled across Stilinski’s bed, Derek’s jeans undone and slipping down his thighs, Stilinski with his shirt off and revealing that his tattoos spread all the way up his arms, across his chest and down his stomach, all the way to the spot above his belly button where Derek had been in the midst of tracing them with his tongue.

“Oh,” Josh squeaks. “As you were.”

He pulls the door shut with a snap and stands frozen in the corridor for a few long seconds, already pretending that Derek’s mouth full of fangs and Stiles’ eyes shining gold was just a trick of the light. He focuses instead on the triumph of About time! as he continues on to his own room with a spring in his step resulting from the alcohol and a vehement denial of reality. His internal celebrating lasts even through Stilinski’s choruses of “Fuck, Derek, oh fuck-” echoing through the wall, even though that’s something he could really have done without hearing, ever.

On the bright side, he thinks, as he pulls his pillow over his head to block out the world he no longer understands, Maybe it will finally put an end to their constant bickering.

*

 The next morning, he’s awoken by a monumental crash next door.

“STILES.”

Maybe not.

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Prompts: “I’m low on cash but I really need some food from this vending machine, could I trouble you for a dollar?” * “Saw their number graffitied in a toilet stall” * “Mail keeps coming to the wrong address” * Kissed them as a distraction while stealing their wallet Tw: Cursing, kissing, stealing, starvation, death, getting kicked out, bigotry, adoption, long dialogue chunks Word Count: 1,656 A/N: I really wanted to write some damaged Lin stuff. I know none of it fits with his real life. Btw, they totally work out. I might write a sequel? Pairing: poor/thief LMM x Female!Reader Walking fast down the street, nearly running, to get to your next class, which, face it, you’re gonna be late to, because it’s all the way across campus, you ran full-force into something. That something was a scrawny Puerto Rican kid with short black hair in a dirty t-shirt and cargo shorts with overfilled pockets. You jump up, and help this boy to his feet. “Oh, sorry, sorry. I totally didn't mean to run into you. Sorry.” “It’s totally fine.” “It’s should probably introduce myself, shouldn’t I? My name’s Lin. What’s yours?” He extended a hand. “My name is Y/N.” You took his hand and shook it. His hands were cold, even though it was upwards of 70 degrees. “So, what were you rushing to get to, Lin?” “Well, this café is giving out free muffins if you buy a coffee, and they're also having a sale on coffee where I can get a small for like 75 cents, which is like all I have, so I’m trying to get there before the sale ends in..” He looked down at his watch “Damn it! I just missed it. I guess I'm not eating today.” A look of fear crossed his face. “I probably shouldn’t have said that. I don't want pretty girls like you to know that I don't have the money to eat everyday. You must think I'm really dumb.” “Dude, no, I've been in that situation before. Okay, so I need to get to class, but here's like ten bucks so you can eat breakfast. Meet me back here in like an hour and a half and we'll get lunch. I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a little while.” He didn’t have time to turn down your offer before you’d shoved the money into his hand and were running across campus. After class, you had to piss like a racehorse, whatever the hell that means. You booked it to the nearest restroom, and jammed yourself in the first open stall. It was after you’d been relieved of your burden that you noticed there was a phone number scrawled across the stall door in messy sharpie. 866-740-4531 -Lin You laughed, and snapped a picture of it. It might be useful later. “Hey! Good to see you again, Y/N! Thanks so much for what you did for me this morning. I really really appreciate it.” Lin, just as disheveled as he was before your class, was now wearing a very cheap button up, with a button or two missing and some loose threads, and jeans with strange stains and a few holes. He was awfully cheery, considering. “It wasn’t a big deal. I've been in that situation before. I'm glad to help out in any way I can.” He smiled a genuinely warm smile, and then his eyes hardened, but he didn't say anything about it. “So, where do you want to eat, Lin?” “I don't care. Anywhere works.” “Okay. We can take my car into the city and eat there. My treat.” You walked back to your dorm, and let the both of you in for a moment, so you could clean up a bit. You’d started brushing your hair when you heard Lin say something. “What?” “I said that some of my mail is here.“ You walked out, still brushing your hair, very confused. Lin showed you the mail he’d picked up, and it indeed said his name. And you now knew his full name. Lin-Manuel Miranda. But the address was that of the apartment next door. “Do you live next door?” “That's kind of a long story.” “Well, we've got a bit of a drive into the city. Let’s go.” On the way out the door, you contemplated why you were doing this. Well, partly it was because Lin was hot. But mostly because you’d been in his situation when you'd started living on your own, two years ago. You'd been very poor, unable to even afford to eat at the diner you worked at, all of your money going towards paying for school. It was terrible. Nobody was there for you, so you had to be there for Lin. You had to be. It wasn’t a choice. “Okay, so… The reason my mail has that address on it is because I used to live there, but I lost my job, and couldn’t get another one, and I needed somewhere to send my mail, so I never told anyone I stopped living there. I guess the mail person saw that nobody lives there and started putting the mail in the nearest mailbox. Sorry about that. I was wondering why I wasn’t getting any of my mail.” So he was homeless. He had no money, no job, no place. “I get that. I've been in that situation before. It really sucks, man.” “Y’know, you keep saying you've been in my situation, but look at you. You have a place, you're in school, you have a car, you can afford to take complete strangers out for lunch in the city. How’d you get from here” he gestures to himself “to there? “Well, I stayed with a friend for a while. Dropped out of college, got a full time job, sold my car, and made up with my folks. I got enough from them so I could come back to school, and they gave me the car. I've got a part-time management gig at the very same place, too. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I got out. I’m sure you can too.” “You said you made up with your parents? What happened?” You’d arrived at the restaurant, and had been sitting in the car for a few minutes. “Let’s get a table. I’ll tell you about it inside.” “Okay.” You went in, got a table near the back, and sat. The waiter came by to take your orders, and seemed to be judging Lin on his attire until she saw it was her boss she was waiting on, and was overly polite from thereon out. “So, about my parents. I came out to them as bi, and introduced them to my girlfriend at the time, and they forced us out. They kicked me out in the middle of the winter, and my girlfriend’s parents were no more accepting, so I couldn’t stay with her. We ended up breaking up a week later, but I didn't even try to go home. I was 17, and I had a job and a car, so I lived in my car for about seven months, until my friends stopped letting me use their showers, and one of my teachers found out. She tried calling my parents, but they said they wanted nothing to do with me. My teacher let me stay with her, and she actually adopted me later that year. That’s how I paid for my first two years of college. Then, she died, and she didn't have any kids or family, so I had to pay for her funeral. It broke me. I was left in debt, and grief ridden. That's when I made up with my parents. They were so happy to see me, they didn’t even bring up when they kicked me out. That brings us about to the present, I think.” “Wow.” His face was full of sadness and empathy. He reached out his hand, and touched yours, which you hadn’t realized was even on the table. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.” “Thank you.” You didn’t even realize you'd been crying until your voice cracked. You got back in the car, and drove back, the only sound being the quiet music playing through the stereo. When you got back to the apartment, Lin followed you inside to get his mail. You got an idea. “Hey. I know this is sudden, but since your mail already comes here and all, would you like to move in with me? I mean, only until you get your own place, that is. I know how hard it is-“ “I’d love that.” His short, decisive answer cut off your awkward rambling question. “Cool. I’ll get you a key tomorrow.” You started walking away. “Hey, Y/N?” He grabbed the sleeve of your shirt and turned you around. You were standing about two inches apart. “Yea-“ His kiss cut off your question. It was deep and warm, perfect. He slipped his tongue in your mouth. The kiss lasted only moments more, and you both came up gasping for breath. He leaned his forehead up against yours, your noses touching, and you breathed together. “Wow.” You whispered, smiling. “Wow.” He returned, grinning ear to ear like an idiot. “Shit, shit! I lost my wallet!” You’d been looking for it for nearly ten minutes, turning out the pockets of everything, going through all of your purses, and finally giving up, collapsing on your couch. “Lin!” “Yeah? I'm in here!” He was yelling from the guest room, where you'd set him up to sleep. You walked around the corner, and opened the door. He was sitting on the bed, holding something. Walking closer, you saw what it was. Your wallet. “You found my wallet?” “No. I took it. Last night, after you'd opened up to me, given me a bed to sleep in, trusted me. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He held the wallet out to you. “Lin, you need to promise me that you won't do anything like this again. Anything goes missing, you're out. Anything, Lin. I mean it. If you promise me that, then we’re cool. We can forget this ever happened.” “I promise. I swear. I’m so sorry.” You took your wallet from him and sat down on the bed. You hugged him. It was nearly five minutes later that he loosened his grip and stopped shaking. “How about some breakfast?” You pulled back and looked at him. “Okay.”