#and they were in school uniforms but she wasnt

[liquidstar]

all of the previously untranslated "dear society" suddenly got uploaded to mangakakalot a couple weeks ago out of no where so yes i DID read it and yes i DID cry doing so. several times in fact. i really liked it.

[truthundressing]

girls(gn) when their new glasses are ugly:

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Bruce Wayne, mentor to many- father to none.

I want the angst of B having to come to terms that he doesn't know ANY of his kids not anymore at least and maybe never and the fact his kids are just- used to it?

Visiting Dicks apartment, he finds a picture of him smiling while surrounded by a bunch of little kids in spandax uniforms. Turns out he'd been a gymnastics instructor for about four years now and his most recent team had everyone qualify for state. (Bruce didn't even know he still practiced)

Jason stopped accepting Wednesday night patrols, but when he looked into it he found out that was the night he went to DND nights with his roommates every week. The roommates he met last semester after he decided to go to college and get an english major. (Bruce didn't even know he had applied)

Checking the library he found a small pedastal plague put up by Alfred displaying just one book. It said Cass was the author. Apparently she had gotten super into writing and published a book talking about language deprivation and lack of accomidation for deaf/hoh children born to hearing families. She had a book signing last month, Alfred had gone and grabbed this copy now on display (Bruce didn't even know she liked to write)

Tim finished a case early and let it slip he needed to sign off early to "meet up with his boyfriends" and hung up before Bruce could process. It only took a small glance at his middle child's latest social media post to see him alongside Superboy (what was his name?) and a blonde boy he didn't recognize. Both were leaned in to kiss his cheek and the caption said "Happy 3rd anniversary!!" (Bruce didn't even know he was interested in boys)

Steph's birthday came around and Bruce got her a new account and shoved a couple thousand for her to buy whatever she wanted. But he quickly noticed a pattern of everyone getting her- cat supplies? Apparently She had adopted a cat about a month ago to celebrate her new apartment, Mister Mystery was his name, and she had asked everyone for supplies instead of other gifts. (Bruce didn't even know she had moved)

He decided on some impromptu father-son bonding and tries to track down his youngest. But Damian is nowhere to be found. He gets pretty close to calling an emergency meeting but the moment he messages Oracle she reminds him Damian is in Chicago. Damian had won an art competition at school and his piece qualified for a gallery spot. The entire family had gone days ago and he was due back the next day. (Bruce didn't even know he cared about art)

Then Duke- his youngest in terms of time spent. But one he had grown fond of just as fast as the others. Especially working the day shift the time they spent was limited. Bruce got them both lunch, but it wasn't until halfway through eating that Duke had turned to him with panicked eyes and asked if the stew had shellfish. Duke had a severe allergy, thankfully Jason had been just up the street and had an epi-pen ready before they took him to Leslies. (Bruce didnt even know he had any allergies, let alone one so severe)

The worst part? There was no blow up. His kids didn't take his idiocracy as a personal insult or even raise a fight. They just rolled their eyes and moved on. As everyone crowded in the room, surrounding Dukes bedside he could hear Barbras voice. "Its not your fault, Batman may be omnipotent, but Bruce doesn't know anything really"

He wasnt meant to overhear or maybe he was, Oracle had always been petty But he couldn't refute it.

"But you have us"

Well- thats just it wasnt it? Even when Bruce was absent- his kids had each other. But was that ever meant to be enough?

[hana-no-seiiki]

YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FIGHT ME NOT F*CK ME!

yan! school grass (most handsome/perfect guy)/rival x crossdresser! male! reader x yan! friends - part one

tw/cw: mention of abusive parents (but not reader’s) and yandere themes. also your rival has some repressed sexual urges, he really needs to get laid or some head or something-

just read migi and dali and gahd NOW I WANNA WRITE A WHOLE CROSSDRESS /GENDERBENDER BL NOVEL IM IN HORRID ROTTING

Like I imagine this the best with stoic and/or tsun yans the best. You know those types that want to be perfect but only feels perfect when they’re with reader.

ive always loved these tropes as a kid, from mulan to that one tawog episode where darwin fell in love with fem! gumball and like this was even before i knew i wasnt cis but gahd AAAAAAA

also inspired by @moyazaika ‘s rival work. go read it!!

but anyways have the fic, lowercase intentional for first part to differentiate povs.

it was a dare given by your friend group earlier last weekend. wear the girls uniform and a wig for the entire month. it was easy to get the materials necessary for the most part. your mother had several wigs and was more than happy to style her son in feminine clothing. she was just amazing and supportive about your whims like that.

it didn’t take long for you to realize that no one recognized you in your new look.

the day started like many of your other ones at the school, you’d race your rival as the first one in class and whoever wins gets rights to a smug look on their face until the next thing you guys eventually compete on.

but unlike the crestfallen expression you expected — nay wanted — from that stupid pretty boy, you were greeted by what you could only described as complete bafflement.

“what?” despite having a different reaction from what you imagined, you managed to keep a composed appearance. “cat got your tongue?”

“ah. . .”

and that were the only words he said to you the entire day. nothing else. not a single groan of anger whenever you answered everything correctly, he didn’t even attempt at stopping you mid-way or disagree with you answer simply because he wanted to annoy you.

and so you couldn’t help it, as soon as the bell rang signalling lunch time you swiftly turned around to face him.

“are you alright?”

you inquired. not at all worried about his well-being at the slightest. you hated him with all your being after all and you didn’t make an effort to be soft with your tone either.

“h-huh?” he looked dazed. like his head had been in the clouds and you just yanked him down to ground.

your rival never got distracted.

“you—“ you reached out about to smack his face to keep him in check.

“if you’ll excuse me!” he smacked your hand out of the way, screeched at you, and then left in a hurry to who knows where.

nevermind that was definitely him. that silly brat hated it whenever you touched him. he must have just been having issues at home again or something.

Haoyu was trembling — shaking uncontrollably as his breaths turned more shallow by the second. His heart was pumping blood in places of his body where it shouldn’t have been in the middle of school hours. Sweat lined his entire skin and it didn’t help how the bathroom he rushed into had nothing to keep the temperature down.

Who were you?

You sat at his rival’s seat. That nasty kid that always got in his nerves. No one questioned the boy’s absence and he would have asked the teachers on what had happened if you didn’t suddenly take his breath away.

You were, ethereal. Otherworldy even. When he first saw you he was taken away by the way your hair moved in the wind (if only he knew . . .).

Still, he was far too distracted by [Y/N]’s absence to properly let the feeling simmer.

Then, all that went away when you reeled in his mind back at you again at class. You were incredible, capable, intelligent, and oh so perfect. But unlike that stupid child that usually sat in front of him, he did not feel an ounce of envy at all.

If only who could see your eyes as you spoke; the tone of your voice conveyed so much passion that he wanted to see in those beautiful (e/c) orbs.

And his prayers were granted by none other than the goddess that is you,

“Are you alright?”

Your voice? Oh your voice! Haoyu’s heard it already of course, but each new time you spoke it was like a whole new melody, a new piece that immediately turned into his favorite.

His mind was too fried with these thoughts, thoughts that his parents would no doubt beat out of him if they found out.

His feels the parts down there suddenly move. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He wasn’t without his hormones after all. But this was the first time it ever reacted that way so strongly, like if he didn’t give it attention himself it’d explode.

“Mmph…”

And for the time in his entire life, Haoyu does something he knew his parents would definitely be disappointed if not livid about. A hand on his mouth, and another in his school uniform’s pants.

lunch time.

you usually spent those studying or preparing for the next class as hanging out with your friends always ended with you being too distracted to do schoolwork but today you had to show up with ‘proof’ that you went through with their dare.

“yiran ? yichen ?”

no response.

you sighed. as usual, the twins were late. what did you expect? those two would be caught dead before they could be early much less found in the library.

and so you spent the entire time reading,

unaware of the crowd that formed around you while you were busy studying.

[starlightazriel]

bad boy az part 4 (fem reader)

warnings: 18+ as usual, sophomore x senior age gap (16/18), fluff, smut, ice play, over stim, angst, violence, child abuse, underage drinking, underage drug abuse, self loathing, self sabotage, angst(y'all can always lmk if i forget any tw)

a/n: hot makeout & jealous az as requested by anon ;)

wc: 5.5k

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It was the end of finals week and the semester was coming to a close. Thanks to y/n, Azriel was passing every class this semester. It was bittersweet , yes, he was that much closer to graduating but now he wouldn't have a class with her anymore. When they returned from break there would be four new classes that they would carry out until the end of the school year. It was strange. He had been waiting for this moment for years but now... He wished graduation would come slower, these first months of school had flew by.

He could tell y/n had began to change, she wasnt as innocent as she had been at the start of the year. Was he selfish for that? Was he distracting her from her goals? From school? He didn't know if it was his imagination, or if she wore her school uniform skirt just a little bit higher now. She had started wearing lip gloss and mascara, made a few new girl friends. He was proud of her for coming out of her shell, as much as he had liked when he had her all to herself, his little bookworm nerd, his butterfingers. He just hoped... He wasnt corrupting her. He didnt think he could forgive himself if that was the case, but he couldn't seem to ever bring himself to have that conversation with her. And he definitely couldn't stay away either. They had been fucking for four months now, and he supposed, that she brought out a side of him too, he didn't care to admit it, but there was a soft spot he had for her. He also didn't care to admit, that he was going to miss her next week, she was going away with her parents for winter break to visit her grandparents.

Azriel was sitting in his chair in biology, chair tilted back as he waited for her to show up, a small smile threatened at his lips as he saw her standing outside the door, he noticed she was talking to someone and his face fell, brows furrowed slightly. Varsity jacket, only a little taller than her, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes... A football player. He couldn't remember his name, but he knew he was a junior, he had sold him weed multiple time. He was smiling down at her flirtatiously, Azriels blood ran hot, a blush creeping up his neck. Why is she still talking to him? He tapped his fingers vigorously against the table staring the boy down with pure hatred, one step out of line and Azriel would push him onto the floor and kick him in the ribs. Finally he waves once more and turns, walking away. There was only another couple of minutes before the bell would ring.

"Who was that?" he demands as she sits down, surprise flashes in her eyes at his harsh tone.

"Um, James?" she says, her tone unsure, she cocked her head slightly to the side as she looked up at him.

"And what did James, say?" he said his name with a slight tone of disgust as if it was hard to even get out.

"He asked me if you were my boyfriend," she says carefully, her eyes becoming guarded, its Azriel's turn to be surprised now as he waits for her to continue. "And I said I didnt know, but that I didnt think you did that sort of thing.. And then he invited me to a party tonight," she says quietly. Azriels own expression becomes guarded now, he avoided all conversations about labels and feelings at all cost. It was partly a defense mechanism for the trauma he had endured as a child. The abandonment issues that he had, the things he refused to fully face, it was easier to push those feelings down with substances and adrenaline rushes he would get from skating.

"Well are you going to go?" he finally asks, ignoring the whole first part of what she had said. It may have stung a little bit, but she was right anyway, what else was she supposed to say? He wasnt her boyfriend after all, that was a fact. Even if the lines of friendship seemed to blur more and more as of late between the two of them.

"I was going to see if you wanted to go with me?" she looks up at him from under those thick lashes and he softens, relief seeming to wash over him. Even if he knew it wasnt fair to keep her to himself like this, he knew she was probably only attached to him because he had taken her virginity, he couldn't help himself. She was the type of girl that was supposed to lose her virginity in college, the type of girl that has her nose always so far into a book that no one paid attention to her, the type that loses her virginity to an Ivy League boy that would sweep her off her feet and only make love to her after eleven dates or something like that. She deserved better than Azriel, and it was starting to burn a hole of guilt right through his gut, he was just some burn out kid that wasnt even wanted by his own parents. She was just blinded by his looks... And the pleasure he gave her.

"Well you aren't going alone butterfingers," he finally responded with before the bell rang, she only looked at him curiously, her brow slightly furrowed before she turned her attention to the teacher.

"Alright let's quiet down, get those dividers up, exams about to start," the teacher says, tapping the exams against his desk to line them up. "No phones, no talking, no cheating. When you're finished you may bring it straight up to me and I will dismiss each of you as you finish," he begins passing the exams out and Azriel lets out a small huff, suddenly it didn't seem so easy to focus on anything, let alone his exam.

-

When the time came for Azriel to pick her up from her house, he leaned against his car outside her house, taking drags from his cigarette as he watched the door, waiting for her to appear. His cigarette nearly dropped right from his lips when she exited her house, his brows raising in surprise.

At his surprised expression, she began rambling. "Oh god, it's too much isn't it? I told Maggie it was too much but she didnt listen and then she left to go get ready because you were coming to get me and I should go change, Ive never worn anything like this I can't wear-"

"No, you look..." he rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the right words, he couldn't find them. "Perfect," he finally mumbled stupidly, her cheeks blazed at his words. Despite the cold weather, she was wearing a short tight low rise black skirt exposing her hip bones, her bare torso was also exposed from the white crop top she was wearing, the only thing to keep her warm was the boots she wore along with a cropped fuzzy jacket. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail a black ribbon tied around it, her lips were red and glossy, and seeing her like this... It made his chest tighten, and his stomach turn because he knew that every single boy that had always only overlooked her as an annoying know it all that upstaged everyone in class, would see her in a different light tonight, they would see how special she was. She was a fucking star, and standing next to him he knew she would shine even brighter.

If they didnt have somewhere to be, he would have brought her back upstairs and fucked her perfect pouty little mouth. His throat bobbed and he turned, opening the passenger side door for her. "Come on, butterfingers," he gave her that little uneven smirk that he knew made her knees weak and watched her get into his car, licking his lips as he did.

This was a first for Azriel, leaving parties with someone was normal for him, but showing up with someone? Definitely a first. He had never felt this way with anyone, and he knew he was fucking up, he knew the longer he let this drag out, the harder it would be for both of them. He was too selfish to stop now. They rode in silence, and he could tell she was nervous as she hadn't stopped fidgeting since she entered the car. He smoked a spliff as they drove, offering it to her but she declined, saying that it would only make her even more nervous. When they pulled up Azriel reached into his glove box and pulled out a small bottle, tossing his head back and taking at least two shots. "Liquid courage?" he asks, that same half smirk plastered onto his face again.

"Okay," she agrees and takes the small bottle from him, taking a small swig and struggling to swallow, she coughs, her nose scrunching in distaste. "How do you drink this so easily?" she asks, earning a laugh from him, he just shrugs and takes it again having another long swig, more than half of the bottle gone now. He hands it back for her to try again, and she does, her sip just a little bigger this time, she shakes her head as if trying to shake it off, her nose scrunching again. Azriels heart melted, his chest warming with his unidentified feelings and the liquor he was drinking.

"Lots of practice. Come on butterfingers," he chuckles quietly and gets out of the car walking around to the other side to open the door for her. They could already hear the noise from the party. Music, kids yelling and laughing in the distance, she looked sick with nerves. "You okay?" he raises a brow, holding his tattooed hand out for her to grab. She looks down at it before grabbing it and getting out of the car, looking up at him with a look of uncertainty.

"I should have changed," she mumbles, self consciously folding her arms over her exposed stomach. "I look ridiculous," she adds, rolling her eyes.

"You think you look ridiculous. And I think Im not going to be able to leave your side tonight because everyones going to want to fuck you in there, but I'm fucking you, so its up for them," he grins lazily, his eyes low and glassy from the spliff and the near half of a bottle he had just drank. She looked a little surprised at his openness, he had only been drunk around her once before, that night she had ignored him and he climbed into her window.

"You're not helping if you think you are," she rubs her arm and he just shrugs, putting his arm over her shoulder. He figured, walking in like that, should get the message across.

"I promise, you are going to survive this," he turns to say it in her ear, he feels her body shiver against him. He loved that, he loved how easy it was to get to her, to make her need him. She doesn't say anything else though, she just walks by his side, awkwardly dropping her arms before they reached the door. James is the one to open it, and Azriel tenses as James drinks her in from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on all her exposed skin.

"Y/n, Im so glad you made it," he grins at her, she blushes, Azriels blood gets hotter, his arm sliding down to her back, pressing in gently. He knew she blushed easily, but it pissed him the fuck off that she blushed for him. "Aaaand you brought the plug," he's not as excited sounding as he says this, his eyes drifting to Azriel. Azriel tilts his chin up slightly as if to remind James who would win if he decided to piss Azriel off enough to fight him. Despite James being a foot ball player, Azriel had been defending himself since he was in diapers, not many could compare to that.

"The wha-" she starts to say, of course she wouldn't know what that means.

"Come on," Azriel pushes her slightly, past James who was trying to say something else to her. He was well aware of all the eyes on them, on her mostly, but again he had never arrived somewhere with a girl before.

"Azriel, I think everyone is staring at us," she whispered, and he could feel her shaking, clutching the small bag she had brought. "I knew I should have changed..." he ignores her, continuing to push through the crowd until they reached the kitchen where there was a keg and solo cups, he poured them each a beer, and chugged his own before refilling it again.

"I don't like him," Azriel informs her taking another sip out of his fresh beer. "He's corny as fuck Id advise you stay away," he shrugs and watches as she sips her own, her nose scrunching again, he softens, smiling down at her and shaking his head.

"I can't believe you drink this for fun," she mumbles, looking down at the cup with distaste. "It does work fast though, I think Im tipsy," she laughs and then looks back up to him. "Why did he call you the plug?" she asks as they start walking through the many bodies, people were still glancing, but not as much anymore.

"It means I sell things," he says simply before adding. "Like weed and stuff," he shrugs and she nods in understanding, but doesn't comment. They find a couch and Azriel sits, pulling her down next to him. They sat for a couple hours, leaving only to get drinks or use the bathroom. Maggie had greeted them briefly but disappeared with the guy she was talking to shortly after. They were just talking, laughing, watching the fuckery of a high school party unfold before them.

"So this is what you do? Just sit here and watch?" she asks Azriel as he rolls himself another spliff. She was drunk now for sure, her words slurring slightly, her hazy eyes fixed on his mouth while he licked the spliff to seal it.

"And get fucked up," he adds and laughs softly, glancing back at her.

"You got any beans bro?" A male voice interrupts them and Azriel looks up from where he's sitting, he tucks his spliff behind his ear and looks back over at her before scanning the room for Maggie who was nowhere to be found. He stands up then, turning to face her.

"Don't move until I come back, okay?" he asks, his eyes meeting hers, she was too drunk. He shouldn't leave her... But he did have a whole bag of ecstasy in his pocket that had been burning a hole in his pocket since he got here.

"Where are you going?" concern flashes across her features and she furrows her brow.

"I'll be right back just don't move," he repeated before turning back to one of his regular customers. "Not here," he shrugs and walks past him, leading him to a more quiet corner of the house. Azriel pulls out the bag of colorful pills.

"Four," he says and holds his hand out.

"Money first dumbass," Azriel rolls his eyes, this was already taking too long and he thought about her sexy, drunk, body alone on the couch for display.

"Sorry man Im fuckin toast right now," he laughs but Azriel doesn't even crack a smile, he just shoves the money in his pocket and hands him four pills, not even saying as much as a goodbye as he walks passed him back to the living room.

Azriel stops in his tracks when he sees that she's not where he left her. He frantically scanned the room, searching for her small frame, but he didnt see her. He advanced toward the kitchen and didnt find her there either, the only other place he could think of was the bathroom.

His heart almost stopped at the sight before him, there she was, in the hallway leading to the bathroom. Jealousy gnawed at his gut as he stared furiously.

"Why don't you go to parties more often? you look so damn good. You're too damn pretty to be wasting your time with that burn out, he probably makes you do all his homework," James is standing over her, his arms are on either side of her and he's blocking her against the wall. She's frozen in fear, cowering back against the wall, hugging her body.

Azriels blood runs hot, anger coursing through his veins, in seconds he's behind him. "Get the fuck away from her," Azriel growls from deep in his throat and yanks him back by his collar so hard that James stumbles back, the back of his head colliding with the wall on the other side of the hallway. She lets out a little scream, her hand flying to her mouth. James stumbles to his feet ready to attack Azriel but he swings first, his fist connecting with James' face blood gushes from his nose and a cut from Azriels rings.

"Azriel," she shouts, grabbing his shirt and trying with all her strength to yank him back, people had began gathering and recording and she yanked him again, James was coughing and just repeatedly blubbering "he broke my nose, he broke my fucking nose."

"It's not broken you fucking idiot you're just a pussy," Azriel spits at his feet. "You are so fucking lucky though I swear, you better stay the fuck out of my way at school," he tilts his chin up, staring down at James with disgust.

"Azriel we have to go!" She repeats and yanks on his arm again, he reluctantly turns following her out of the party quickly. As soon as they reach his car he nearly slams her against it, pinning her between his body and the door.

Azriel slams his lips against her, kissing her like he had never kissed anyone before, seeing her with someone else, even if she didnt want him, just seeing her that close to someone else... It made him realize something, he liked this girl, as more than a friend. And as wrong and scary that might be, he was too drunk and stubborn to even truly acknowledge what that even meant.

She gasped softly, her lips parting and he slipped his tongue past them, his hands feeling roughly anywhere that they could. "If he ever comes near you again I'll blind that little bitch," he he growled against her lips, making her moan, her fingers were curled around the back of his neck nails digging deliciously into his skin, her other hand was gripping his side tightly underneath his shirt. He held her face with one hand, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste and he moaned in approval against her lips. He had never kissed anyone so hungrily in his life, it was as if he could never get enough of her, and seeing her so close to someone else made him want to remind her why she was by his side in the first place. "Im going to make you cum over and over tonight," he promised, his breaths ragged against her lips, she was panting and he could feel her heart beating fast against him. He stepped back, pulling her with him and opened the car door for her. "Get in," he grunts softly, gently pushing her to get into the car.

-

"Im drunk," she giggles softly, watching Azriel roll a spliff, his seat leaned all the way back. They had just pulled up to his house and were still sitting in the car.

"I know," he chuckles quietly, he was in a better mood now, due to the fact that she had been belting out the lyrics to every song that had come on the radio on the drive back to his house, and not only that but her head had been out the window.

"Can I ask you something?" she becomes more serious now, he looks up at her as he licks the spliff, but her eyes are on his hands. He raises his brows and just nods, the only light on her face was the soft glow from the streetlights, she was breathtaking he thought. "How did you get those-" she hesitates as if not wanting to say it out loud, he was sure she only gained the courage to ask because of the alcohol running through her veins.

"The scars?" he asks and she nods, he glances down at his hands, and then back to her eyes. He debated on whether or not to tell her, only Rhys and Cass had heard this story. She was staring up at him innocently, waiting, her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her system. He sighed softly, turning his body back toward the steering wheel as he lights his spliff. Azriel knew this was one of those things you just don't make eye contact when you speak about it. "When I was in middle school," he started, bringing the spliff to his lips, he could feel her eyes on him, "I used to steal my dads cigarettes and sell them at school," he admits and smiles sheepishly, stealing a glance, she was looking at him with disapproval.

"Anyway," he laughs before continuing, smoking while he did as he watched the flicker of the streetlight. "He caught me one day, and he was so fuckin pissed," he shakes his head, absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair with his free hand. "He whipped my hands with hot wire, he took it straight outta the fire pit," He says, recalling the night easily since it was one of the more traumatic things he had endured, it had gone on for hours he remembered. He had whipped him once and made him stay still there a hot rag draped over his hands while he heated up the wire again. Over and over reiterating to Azriel that he was not to steal from him. If he moved, if he let his hands drop as his arms had been aching and threatening to give out from holding them for so long his dad would smack him across the face so hard that he would nearly fall to the floor. It had gone late into the night, until Azriels hands were so burned and bleeding that he had fallen asleep in a cold bath that night, a chair propped against the bathroom door to keep his father out.

"Azriel..." Her voice cracked and he turned toward her, spliff hanging from his lips. Tears were rolling down her red cheeks, black streaks of mascara running with them. She was crying for him, for what he went through. This intelligent, beautiful, ambitious and strong young woman was crying for him. His gut reeled, despite the alcohol guilt still churned in his gut as he thought about the conversation he was avoiding.

"It's okay, Im okay, you don't have to do that," he shook his head putting the spliff out before swiping away her tears with his thumbs. He then leans over the car pulling her into is arms, holding onto her tightly, another thing that he didnt normally do.

-

"You're drinking more?" she asks, her jacket and shoes now on the floor by Azriels door as she had discarded them more carelessly than she normally would have. He had discarded his shirt, and went downstairs upon their arrival, making himself a whiskey on the rocks before returning to her.

"Im thirsty," he says, looking down at her hungrily, her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt, revealing her nipples to him. She blushes, her eyes raking over his tattoos, her teeth gently biting down on her lower lip.

"You wanna try something butterfingers?" he asks, his voice low and husky, she quickly nods, like she usually does when he asks if she wants to try something. He loved how eager she was to please him. "Take it all off then," he growls softly, not peeling his eyes away for even a second while he continued to finish his drink. He watched her undress, his cock straining and aching in his pants like it had been for most of the night, all he had to do was look at her and all the blood and heat in his body would go straight to his cock. Needing her.

She fumbles clumsily with her clothing, her breathing heavy as she stares up at him with heavy lids. She bares herself to him, spreading her legs slowly as her eyes lock with his. Despite the alcohol, he knew months ago she never would have spread her legs for him like this, not without the light being off at least.

"Im so proud of you, youve gotten to be such a good girl since we started," he says, licking his lips before he downs the rest of his drink, leaving nothing but the ice in his glass. Azriel was definitely a freak, though, not many girls at all had been able to bring that side out of him. Y/n got everything.

He sucks an ice cube in his mouth, setting the glass on his night stand before he hovered over her, gently sliding the ice cube and his cold lips across her jawline. She gasps, her hands flying down to grip the sheets, her chest rising and falling. He slips the ice down her throat and over her chest, causing her back to arch, a whimper leaving her lips as he circles the ice cube around her hard nipple. It was melting against her warm skin. She writhed underneath him, trying to get any friction that she possibly could. He spit the ice into the center of her breasts when it was just a small pebble before retrieving another cube. He held it in his lips again, working her other nipple around and around with the cold ice cube, she moaned again, tugging hard at his sheets as her body wiggled beneath him.

"Azriel please," she begs quietly, desperate for him to keep going. He hums quietly as if to answer her and slides the ice cube down the center of her stomach, her breath shudders as he holds her hips still. He slides the ice on either side of her throbbing pussy, her hips fighting against him as she whined and pleaded with him for more.

"I love your little cunt," he grunts softly staring down at her throbbing glistening pussy, her arousal dripping from her at this point. He retrieves another ice cube, holding it in his teeth again and he leans down between her legs, gently dipping the ice into her opening, she cries out, pulling the sheets tighter, her knuckles going white. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tighter, pinning her legs open on the bed so she was spread wide for him. He moans softly and pushes the ice cube into her licking up and down her pussy over and over again until it melted and then he wrapped his lips around her clit sucking softly.

"Azriel," she cried out, her body jerking with each shock of her orgasm as he continued to lick her and suck her through it.

"Good girl," he praised and sat up a little bit, marveling at her release that dripped from her pussy. She only whimpered in response, her breaths ragged and heavy. He slid his finger inside her, wiggling it back and forth so he hit that special spot every time, his rough fingers were perfect for it. "Come on baby, let me get another one," he breaths out his voice raspy as he watches her intently. His words were enough to make her cum again, her body shook with pleasure and she screamed his name before her mouth dropped in the sexiest O he had ever seen in his life. He buried his face between her legs again, licking up all of her release, she was squirming and pushing and fighting to get away before she gave in, letting him lick her over sensitive pussy to orgasm one more time before he flipped her over and fucked her. He whispered to tell her how good she was, his lips against her ear making shivers go down her spine as he fucked her into complete oblivion.

He held her against his chest when they finally finished, his fingers gently stroking her hair, his head slightly pulled back so he could admire her.

"I love you Azriel," she mumbled drunkly right before she drifted off to sleep, his fingers froze in her hair, a tight knot forming in his throat and he tried to swallow it. He gently slipped out from under her, lifting the blanket over her naked body before stumbling across the room to the small couch in his room, his eyes not leaving her.

He had let this go on too long. He had let this whole situation get way out of hand, he had made her fall in love with him, he was unloveable, he was unreachable. A relationship between them just wasnt possible, she deserved so much better than him, someone with a life and a future, someone with a family like hers. Azriel leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, he didnt get a wink of sleep that night his mind raced and his heart ached for what he knew he had to do in the morning.

-

I woke up in the morning a grin quickly finding its way onto my face as I deeply inhaled Azriels familiar scent, I knew what bed I was in. A blush crept onto my cheeks next as I peered at the cup with just a little water in it from the ice that had melted. It was a little fuzzy, but I definitely remembered, and the dull ache and throb between my legs reminded me that it was all very real. I turned around, expecting my arm to land on Azriel but I was met with a cold empty pillow, my brows furrowed in confusion and I quickly sat up, pulling the blanket over my chest when I saw him sitting across from me on the small sofa at the opposite side of his room.

"What are you doing over..." I trailed off, my voice faltering when I beheld the expression on his face. He was looking at me with that same cold, blank, guarded expression that he gave to every body else.

"Y/n," he said my name slowly, absolutely no emotion leaking from his words, my heart sank into my gut, settling like a rock there. "I want you to know, that what Im about to do, has nothing to do with you." he continues, and he was so serious, that I knew what was coming, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"Please don't..." I manage to choke out, he looks away for a second, his throat slowly bobbing before he seems to compose himself again, his eyes locking mine with that same cold and distant expression.

"Ive let this go on for far too long," he continues carefully, a small sob escapes from my throat and I feel like I can't move, I feel like im frozen in a nightmare.

"What did I do wrong?" Tears are running down my cheeks now, blurring my vision as I rack my brain for anything I could have done last night that would cause this. Bile rises in my throat, horror settling in as I remember what I said to him before I fell asleep. I had told him I loved him. Embarrassment washes over me as I realize how stupid I was for doing so, my hand flies to my mouth, covering up another soft sob.

"I told you, this has nothing to do with you... I just I can't do this y/n... I can't have a relationship with you. That's not me. You deserve better than anything I can ever give to you," he continues carefully, his hands wrapped around his knees, gripping them as if to keep from fidgeting. My heart felt like it was cracked in two, my chest physically ached. I yank off the covers, scrambling to dress myself, silent tears spilling from my cheeks. "But we can be friends still butterfingers, just minus the sex part. I want to be your friend, that's why Im doing this," his tone had softened a bit, and he was on his feet now too, looking worried.

"I have to go," I choked out, quickly putting my shoes on. "My parents are going to be waiting for me," I muttered. The last thing I wanted to do was visit my grandparents right now.

"I'll drive you," he swallows, reaching for his keys. I stared up at him one last time, searching his eyes. The guarded expression was gone, replaced by a pleading one.

"No, Im going to walk," I turned and left, all but running out of his house.

He didnt chase after me.

-

a/n pls don't kill me

[dullgecko]

Little bad kids headcanons:

Fig: used to hold her breath if adult weren’t paying attention to her. If Gilear and Sandralynn were having a conversation and she was trying to say something but they didn’t hear. She’d hold her breath until they realized she was standing there. Once she managed to go purple before Sandralynn glanced down and pat her on the back to get her to open her mouth.

Fabian: used to copy his parents mannerism, it’s why even though he spent more time with his father, he got his mother’s accent and sass but also his father’s confidence and daring behavior. If his father was in a meeting and he leant back in his, Fabian would also lean back (he fell back the first time), If his mother tilted her chin up while talking to someone, he’d do it too.

Adaine: wanted to dress just like Aelwyn. She thought Aelwyn was pretty. And even though her sister had a wider variety of clothes than her, she still tried her best to match. Her parents caught on after a bit and started only buying her school uniform-esc clothes. Which is when Adaine started sneaking stuff from Aelwyn’s closet. Aelwyn knew, she could have step up some kind of ward but she didn’t.

Gorgug: was mesmerized by his parents work. As a kid he’d always wanted to be an artificer, but he was worried he’d just end up breaking things. (Non verbal Gorgug headcanon!!) Gorgug used to walk up to them randomly with tools to ask what they were called or what they did. He also once tried to fix something he broke with tape and glue because he felt bad. He hid it in his room for a couple days before leaving it on the table without saying anything because he was embarrassed.

Kristen: loved talking, this is true now but it used to be more true back then. She used go on and on about silly things like the sky, or corn, or books. When she was asked to give speeches as the chosen of Helio, she would go off topic and eventually go over the allotted time just talking about how she thinks the sun is pretty but she hates sunburns, but how sunscreen is annoying to put on. Eventually she was told to not talk as much and it stuck with her for a bit, but not very long.

Riz: Used to “work” with his mom and dad, if they were sitting on a table doing paperwork or thinking about a case. He would scoot an extra chair over, grab some pens and paper and just writing stuff down. Sometimes it was his own ideas, him trying to help, other times he’d just doodle and say it’s work. He’d insist on staying up if one of his parents hadn’t finished yet. He’d also once attempted to make his mom coffee (he just mixed milk and coffee grounds like hot chocolate.)

Fig as a little kid would be one of those children who were SO dramatic over every little thing. She gets in trouble for doing something bad and decides to 'run away from home' because NOBODY loves her she'll just go live in the woods. She packs her favorite toys, some snacks and some clothes into one of her blankets and ties it to the end of a stick before marching out the back door. She makes it halfway across the yard before she's sitting on the ground bawling her eyes out and apologising.

Fabian and his dad would definitly have matching outfits when he was little. It was incredibly cute, he was the mini captain with all of Bills confidence but Hallarials accent which made it adorable. Bill would tell him what he needed to say to their crew whenever he took his boy sailing, and you'd just hear this tiny voice yelling the commands while Bill looked on all proud. He got his mothers attitude because Bill would be away for work sometimes, so Hallariel would take Fabian around to all her appointments when she wasnt drunk.

When Adaine was little she wanted to be just like her big sister. This was before her parents started trying to drive a wedge between the two girls and their relationship went sour. Aelwyn even used to dress Adaine up in her old outfits but once her parents started getting involved she was banned from doing so (people will think we're poor if she's running around in your hand-me-downs).

Gorgugs parents were very supportive of his efforts to help them with their artificer work. Plus he was stronger than they were at age five so he liked to come down and watch his parents work on things, then helped them move stuff around their workshop whenever asked. He picked up a lot of his knowledge via osmosis which is part of why he did so well when he started learning at school. It was all stuff he'd been absorbing since he was a todler.

Kristen was a very chatty child and it weirded a lot of kids out. Their parents used to force them to hang around her once she was chosen but they would inevitbly start tuning her out when she got a bit rambly. The difference between her old friends and the bad kids is pretty obvious, because even if she bounces between a billion different topics the bad kids are still obviously listening to her. Sometimes one of them will bring up something she said in passing weeks ago and she feels all warm and happy inside.

Riz's first 'clue board' was a little corkboard he had in his room that he'd pin his drawings on that he made while helping his mom and dad work. The Gukgaks never really bought coffee grounds, prefering the cheap instant coffee in the big jars, but the first time Riz made his mom one he miscalculated just how much coffee you needed to put in the cup. He put so much in that it could have fueled a rocket, heated it to boiling in the microwave, and made a huge mess. His mom still drank the remnants though because he was crying, but even the quarter cup that was left after it went everywhere gave her heart palpitations.

[catwyk]

what are all your opinions on faulkner?

for the sake of my digital footprint im going to be selective about the opinions i give you but as a true yapper i have plenty to say. also this contains spoilers so read at your own risk >:0!!!!!

first i think hes a fantastically written character. his arc is compelling and hard to watch in equal measure

i absolutely love that his cadence of speech in his monologues and dialogue at the start of the series are very distinct from one another, but as his internal fantasies and external world begin to merge later in the series, he speaks in the cadence of his self-aggrandizing thoughts from earlier seasons

i think hes absolutely tragic and he breaks my heart the longer i think about him

he should have been at the club

narratively i love how he has so many outs and moments of almost being saved throughout the series. his dad knew he should have covered the water butt. carpenter tries to befriend him. she tells him they can cover up mason's murder. he has a fleeting moment of reconciliation with his father that, in someone else, could have spurred a change for the better. if eddie had come to their house sooner, he may have had a change of heart. if rane has been able to see him as faulkner and not the high prophet, they might have been friends instead of idol and devotee. narratively, this is amazing. emotionally, its devastating and i hate it

i think its a pity his being trans wasnt explored more, because, as others have pointed out, being 1 of 3 brothers with no mother and devoting yourself to a masculine/fatherly god is very interesting. i know this wasnt a planned aspect of his character and its also the most normal thing about him so ofc i dont begrudge its omission, i just think it could have been interesting on a character level

its so delicious to me that faulkner is the character we get the most physical description of. he has blond hair and carpenter describes his body as "tiny". he wore a school uniform. he wore jeans and a shirt to travel to the seminary. he has his driftwood staff. he drew prayer marks in mud all over himself in season 1. he was injured by the angel and we got plenty of description about the wound. we know all about his cope and cassock in s3. he has kind eyes. i just love how of all the characters, its faulkner - whose image is so implicitly and explicitly important to himself, his followers, his advisors, etc - that we have the most canon appearance information about

i love that the fandom almost unanimously agrees he has freckles :]

this post is getting reeeeaaalllly long so ill leave it there, but if i didnt touch on anything you were hoping for an opinion on, feel free to shoot me another ask !!!

[i-cant-sing]

Starting to have a crush on y/n , Baldwin ain’t shit , she’s so much better than me , I aspire to be her.

as u should <333

also wanna tell yall i had a great dream last night: basically i was in school and there was this AWFUL teacher who was physically and emotinally abusive to students, i mean she was beating up kids left and right and the school covered it up because they justified her actions since the students got good grades. but then this bitch tried to slap me and i caught her wrist and the smacked her so hard, before grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to the school yard and she was screaming for help and the principal was like "let her go or else i'll expel u-" and i was like idgaf and then proceeded to send him videos of the teacher beating up kids and threatened to leak them if he even dared to expel me or any other student. by now, i have dragged the mean teacher to the school yard and like the commotion had all the students gathering up around us and then a leather belt was in my hand (which is weird, cause it wasnt a part of my uniform so idk where i got it from) but lol anyways i started beating the absolute shit out of this teacher with the belt and the students were cheering me on and it was really really good. 10/10 solid dream👌✨

[mayomaggot]

Every Single Class of 09’; Flipside Message

Feet Ending

Title: Greetings my queen

From: 703-425-2981

Message:

hewwo dere i saw your FM wisting and wanted to see if I could come to your house to be stepped on by your cute little piggies. My parents named me Frederick but you can call me Freddy Footins! I am 34 years young and have been with the FeetMeet community for about 5 years now. Someone on the forums snapped a pic of your feet without your permission and I pleasured myself to it roughly 9 times.\nWith that icebreaker out of the way, i have saved up about 300 dollars with my SSI checks and would like to hire your services. Unsure if you do any of the more erotic foot sessions but just in case let me list you some more of my fetishes: feet, choking, food play, facesitting, Mommy incest, sister incest, twincest, simulated kidnapping, women wearing the Taco Bell uniform, you pretending to be Mexican but then saying you are white after I point out how hot it is that you are Mexican, covering my rent this month, that last one wasnt a kink but would be pretty cool if you did that. Also I am not a rapist by definition (looked it up) so no need to google anything about me. P.S. havent seen your face yet but if you look roughly 12 i am SO going to try moving out of my parents house down the line one day maybe to date you!

OD Ending

Title: right number?

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

Hi I'm not sure if I have the right person but this is Jeffery's mother. Was just texting to thank you for finding his body and alerting the authorities when you did. Unfortunately they were too late but you can't blame yourself for that. A part of me is devastated but another part of me is relieved, which is horrible to say... Jeffery has never quite fit in with the other children, never had the best grades, and maybe this was the only avenue for him sadly enough. Every day I wondered in the back of my head if I had failed as a mother by raising someone so awkward. By middle school I eventually gave up on him to compartmentalize my insecurities as a parent, letting him play with toys and masturbate to what I assume is animated pornography that I found on his computer. I was worried he would be hopelessly going through adulthood so this might have been the best outcome for him. He would tell me he was going to work on video games for a job when he was an adult, then it was comic books, then it was making YouTube reviews of action figures. All these things he said he wanted to do and never pursued... my fear was he just wanted to be a child playing with toys forever. My son's suicide is bittersweet, on one hand he is gone but on the other he realized himself that life wouldn't work out and ended things before they got worse. I KNEW there was a smart boy somewhere inside of Jeffery. I also know we have never spoken before but I needed to tell someone who would not have any pre-conceived notions about my pain...and can understand my blunt honesty now.When Jeffery was alive I was insecure. Now that he's gone I can feel free.

Slave Ending

Title: right number?

From: 202-347-4800

Message:

Heyo this George W Bush from the America White House! Not sure if those lesser camel jockeys let you have a phone as a slave but I personally wanted to let you know that Obama has sent a presidential pardon message to the Taliban to let you out. The Taliban ignores most of my messages and will make a grainy VHS tape telling me MacDonalds is the anti-christ or buddha or whatever the hell brown people worship but you get the idea. American girls like you have a bright future and we need to perserve that in ensuring all men are created equal in this race for equal opportunity.

P.S. Kanye was right ;)

Car Crash Ending

Title: can you cover

From: 703-960-1431

Message:

This is Ron Stumpford of Dominos Fairfax texting about the tragic passing of Ari. Now that shes dead we dont really have anyone to do deliveries on NFL Thursdays anymore so can you cover for her? We dont care that you killed her drunk driving we just gotta move orders here. Between you and me I am glad you killed her cause I asked her out on a date and she made up some fake excuse that she was gay FUCK THAT BITCH! But please come down and cover for her because the selfish bitch was too inconsiderate to have someone cover for her in the event she died on the job. I told her parents that and they made it out like IM the bad guy. If you cant drive for us would you at least have any naked pictures of her or anything? Im trying not to leave this deal empty handed here. Not even her parents had naked pictures of her to send me like what a rip off!

Nicole's Suicide Ending

Title: why why why why...

From: nicole

Message:

why cant u help me

100% Completion Message

Title: Thanks for playing!

From: SBN3

Message:

Thank you for playing the Class of '09 visual novel series to completion!

This project set out to bring real, relatable experiences back into the current lexicon of entertainment through the medium of comedy. Originally it was thought a bunch of people in their early 30s would play these games for a laugh but it turned out people who were barely alive for 2009 gravitated towards it in larger numbers.

Many of the social issues featured in this game were not exclusive to the late 2000s and the teenage portion of our fans lead me to believe times haven't changed... I also learned that 2-line throwaway jokes qualify as lore for people who need employment.

Through these games, presenting the dynamic reality I had witnessed came second to only writing dialogue which would entertain a wide array of people.

From FPS streamer fratboy assholes who love Kylar to purple-haired gender neutral girls who love Ari... Class of '09 has succeeded in being a crossroads of internet culture (regardless of whether those two parties are even aware the other side plays the game). This was not by accident, this is just what happens when you aren't afraid to exit your comfort zone and explore other circles, other cultures, and most importantly other levels of hardship.

Represtation in media is important, however mainstream media cannot represent those they are disconnected from. If you're suicidal, homeless, bulimic, addicted, a sex worker, or in an abusive relationship, Class of '09 is not shock humor to you. It merely displays a reality the comfortable can't comprehend.

I cannot necessarily write how real which stories were or were not, but I can guarantee the answers will surprise you. Lives had been lost and many futures were squandered along the journey which influenced the stories in these games. Those who experienced some events of Class of '09 in their own lives would understand. Your funny stories and your sad stories are all you need to create media that resonates.

Now while the game contained a plethora of anti-pedophilia messagery you just can't avoid psychos who latch onto media just because it's popular. I would just like to warn our fans that child predators who infiltrated the Class of '09 fanbase have been using the following phrases to secretly identify each other:

"the writing in Class of '09 isnt very good"

"I hate SBN3"

"I hate Wrath Club"

"Class of '09 was good by mistake"

"I love Class of '09 but hate the creator"

"No! The game just made that up!"

Make sure to report anyone using this or similar secret pedo rhetoric to your local authorities. Thank you.

-SBN3 a.k.a. God.

this game was an actual dumpster fire, idk what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t whatever we got

[latriii]

𐄹 DEJA VU ? — y.jw x f!reader ★

| OO21. ONE OF A KIND GIRLFRIEND

the soft cool breeze hit jungwon’s face, bringing with it a sense of calmness. the feeling of nervousness was tingling in the bottom his of stomach.

he was finally going to ask yn to be his girlfriend, with the help of riki of course. in the corner of his eye, he could see riki and jay hiding behind a table while holding up their phones, recording him.

jungwon smiled as his friends giggled from behind their screens, giving him a quick thimbs up.

he took a deep breath and readied himself before finally noticing that yn was standing right by the door. she looked beautiful, her long black hair cascading down her back and the sun highlighting her fair skin.

jungwon nervously fumbled with the lilac flowers before finally offering a shy smile. yn returned his smile, and walked towards the boy.

she observed the area, it was beautifully decorated with pictures of them from their small hangouts whilst in the talking stage. it was obvious that riki did this but with the touch of jungwon’s heart.

jungwon handed yn the purple flowers , which symbolize his love for her. he knew she loved the color purple.

“you look so pretty.” jungwon spoke, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. yn blushed and took the flowers gently, giving jungwon another smile.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” she teased, leaning in to give him a small hug. he returned it, happy that he can finally hold her knowing that he finally found someone he truly enjoyed being around. yang jungwon’s playboy ways were over.

his heart was too deeply taken by yn and it was the sweetest thing.

the boy cleared his throat, glancing between his hopefully soon to be girlfriend and his two friends.

“i wanted to ask you something.” jungwon said, nervously fiddling with the hem of the girls uniform.

the girl hummed in response. she stared at his face, still in his embrace. the memories of the night where they first met kept replaying in her head.

being this close to him gave her deja vu all over again. his dark brown hair perfectly resting above his catlike eyes, his dark brows furrowed due to him being nervous, his small single dimple creasing every time he sucked in his mouth whenever he spoke to her. everything about him made yn want to melt into his arms.

jungwon felt no different, her presence changed him, he wasnt the same person he was in the beginning of the year and it made him happy.

“would you like to be my beautiful, terrifically, amazing, one of a kind girlfriend?” the boy finished, his heart racing as the moments past, awaiting for the answer that he hope for.

yn smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkled with joy and glee, if she hadn't been blushing before, she definitely was now.

“of course i would love to be your beautiful, terrifically, amazing, one of a kind girlfriend.”

the boy licked his lips before gently cupping her face in his hands, bringing her face closer to his, he kissed her with the passion and warmth never felt before.

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| 𐄹 DEJA VU would be word that went though yn’s mind when she saw the class president at her new school. the uncanny resemblance YANG JUNGWON had with the guy SATO YN kissed at a party last weekend ran through the girls mind. but there was one problem, they were complete opposites. they aren’t same person, RIGHT ?

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[kumikuzushi]

12 : 51 - chapter one

Assassination Classroom

Gakushu Asano x F Reader !!

Author's Note : One of my favorite characters! But sadly not enough content of him out there TOT so here's my shot eheheh this story will be put into chapters hopefully I will be able to update in a reasonable time but here's chapter one!! I hope people enjoy :)

(she/they pronouns is used for reader!)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪

"Good evening (name), we bumped into eachother this afternoon and you dropped your test paper on the ground. You were quite in a hurry earlier so I wasnt able to give it back, Would you like it back?"

(name) read through the message for the 6th time this minute, scanning through the words with heavy eyelids begging to rest, it was a message from Gakushu three hours ago.

She read the text message once again, despite memorizing each words of the text, she examine the words with a hint of hope that she might had skipped over a word.

Earlier that day, the teenager was walking back home, (name) was with Kayano, Nagisa and a bunch of her other e-class classmates when they separated ways, (name) was first to bid her goodbyes as she has a different route than the rest of the group. (Reader and Asano lives in the same neighborhood)

(name) was wearing the winter uniform of their school since December finally came and it was starting to be more chilly. With a scarp wrapped around her neck and lower face, adding the fact it was already 4:30 pm.

It was yet still so early but the cold breeze made the teen drowsy.

With a tired mind—(name) had just close their eyes for 3 seconds before the feeling of a bump of another person's body immediately woke them up. The force wasn't that strong as it just slightly pushed them but strong enough to cause a few of her papers to fall off her loose divider.

(name) immediately shook her head awake and stood up straight, the girl was about to bow at what she first thought was a stranger.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry-" Her apology was cut off when she realized the figure, strawberry-blonde strands that don't fail to daze her—immediately got recognized by (name)— so much that they froze on their spot. "My apologies also, please let me help you." Gakushu examine, slightly fixing himself after the event with a gentle pat before turning to (name).

Witnessing that he was about to turn, the (color-haired) girl looked away - half of her face covering by the hue of her hair.

Despite the unclear angle, When Gakushu completed sighted the person he bumped into to - he immediately recognized the hue and essence of theirs.

"oh, (last-name)-san" There was a quick flinch shown by (name) upon Gakushu calling them by their last name, it felt eerie to the teen. Though just when Gakushu was about to add to his sentence - the girl curled their whole body away to the other way.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you, I have to go."

She spoke with depth before not wasting any time walking away from the male, the first step away from the strawberry-blonde was describe instant regret by (name), Gakushu wanted to call out for (name) but nothing came out of his mouth as it was now too late that the girl is far from his reach.

At that moment when Gakushu watched the girl walked away from him—(name) the other hand, left the scene with a part of her to also stop on her tracks and say something but her legs just continue to move with a mind of its own, the breeze got colder when she saw him again, all the memories came rushing back to her head in those seconds. In one point the girl stopped and with a crack breath - she looked back to check the male.

Her lips frowned, seeing that the male was also walking away - the gush of wind blew the strands of hair away. The feeling of relapsing rushed all over her body as this time—she watched the male leave, just in this case (name) watched him until he completely disappeared on sight.

Coming back from her memories, (name) blinked and then stared up to her ceiling.

The outline shape of the moon shined through her window—her whole body was wrapped nicely with a thick blanket but yet the breeze was still cold on her skin. (name) didn't realize she was tearing up, they cursed under their breath upon realizing that they were crying. Sitting up - she blinked to stop a crystal from falling before whipping the drops of tear with her hand.

(name) hands drop down to her lap, at that point her irises was tearing up even more. She already accepted the fact he was no longer hers—though (name) knew he was never officially hers nor was she was officially his.

The fragile teen was struggling to grasp the acceptance that Asano Gakushu is day by day becoming a stranger in her chapter.

(name) read through the message one last time before finally typing out an respond back.

"No thank you :)"

ᯓ★

Another few dawns and midnights passed, (name) and some of the e-class was in the Main building of Kunugigaoka merely just passing by to exit the school grounds, like usual most students from the upper classes watched the e-class with a smirk, and eyeing them with aversion. Everyone in the class just put their head down - ignoring the laughter and stares when passing by.

"Hey watch this" A student from class B whispered to his classmate as he secretly extended his foot - Manami who didn't have time to react, step on the student's foot causing him to loudly groan 'in pain'.

"Ah! I-im so sorry!" Manami immediately apologized, slightly backing away from the male student. "Augh you E-class scum! Come here-" his own sentence was caught off by his own gasp and choke.

Manami who shut their eyes - mentally preparing a stack of words thrown at her or even a hit until after a few seconds nothing came, she peeked over her glasses upon hearing the cut off sentence of the male.

With a speed of an arrow, the pencil that (name) was holding—with an eye like a killer and aura full of bloodlust, the pencil dangerously looked like a real knife in the teenager's hand. The male let out a scared gasp but his heart rate went so down he choked down on his own air—his eyes wide and petrified, soon realizing that it was the (color-haired) girl just holding a pencil—even worse the sharp part of the tool wasn't even pointed at him, it was the soft pink eraser.

The look of dumbfounded mix of shock only made (name) scoffed as she backed away from the student, (name) only set away the pencil—eyeing the boy with his friends who was also in shock with a complete dead stare.

"Are you okay, okuda?" (name) asked with a soft tone, the quick switch of aura made the other class stiffed. "Y-yeah.. thank you so much (name)-chan" She whispered, (name) turned back to the other students who immediately got shaken, The girl only shot them a harsh judging glare before taking Manami's hand and walking away.

Walking back to the group who watched in concern but calmly—knowing that the (color-haired) girl got it under controlled.

"Okuda are you okay?" Megu was first to ask the group's concern, almost everyone immediately went for the purple-haired as they brought her close to them to avoid bumping any other more main building students.

(name) of course was also asked if they were alright but with earlier's mood she only nodded nonchalantly and kept quiet. Nagisa pat the girl's back in assurance before they all continued walking.

As so, (name)'s gaze slowly travelled to her left, to check if the students had already left, instead her chest unconsciously tighten.

Their now widen eyes intertwined with the familiar purple hue irises, In reaction her pace went slow as they both looked with eachother. It was hard to tell how Gakushu felt looking at the female's eyes but (name) knew he saw what just happened.

Just when another figure came into her view - she blinked and stopping at her tracks.

"Gakushu-kun!! You waited for me?" A girl appeared from behind Gakushu examined with a cherry voice, her eyes were clashed with excitement and joy, her presence can bring a curve to one's lips Her words coming out her mouth in a singing-like manner.

Seeing that girl in the exact moment made (name) feel the exact pessimistic opposite of her.

(name) watched as Gakushu willingly turned around to face the other female, the look in her eyes was no too hard to tell. She refuses to blink at the scene but her lower eyelids slightly flicking, to top it off with an dejected aura surrounding her.

It wasnt difficult to tell that (name) was jaundiced, emulous at the other girl, or in short—jealous.

Gakushu wasn't the type to entertain people like this, only as far just providing a helping hand to his fellow schoolmates with studies or just being a gentleman. But (name) didn't think he would be the type to pass his time to wait. For someone.

That isn't her.

"(name)?" Nagisa pat the said girl's shoulder - causing them to finally snapped out and remove their sight out of the scene.

"Should we go?" Nagisa asked, (name) looked at the male with unsureness but then looked back at Gakushu, the girl leaned closer to him with a smile.

A bite was received on the inside of their cheek, (name) just let out a tired sigh.

"Yeah" (name) responded, Nagisa nodded understandingly, guiding the girl out to walk off. (name) didn't looked back this time, refusing to do so.

Failing to see Gakushu's look of forlorn towards her.

ᯓ★

Gakushu Asano never considered himself as a good person, The male knew his actions towards the e-class was immorally wrong— but that is how the school works.

After the midterms, he found himself rethinking the gap between the class and him—he found himself comparing himself.

Gakushu found himself considering the (color-haired) girl as his friend, the moment he saw her interduced themselves on the first day of school—he sparked an interest.

Lucky for him, (name) reciprocated the feeling, Gakushu liked (name)'s factors.

They were intelligent enough to keep up with the male, they were well-behaved as should an A-class student should, they listen and respected her elders and treated the people that respected equally. That is at first.

However, unlike Gakushu, (name) loathed the way the students acted towards their fellow batch mates—treating them like an outcast.

She was heavily against with the discrimination towards her batch mates as her kind persona would always turn off whenever e-class was degraded or looked down to in her presence.

It cause worries from a lot of student that smart, kind and beautiful person like (name) would just end up in the low class all beacuse of her actions. Though (name) couldn't care less as she didn't held back her tounge—remotely causing her downfall.

(name) caught up on how awful the school's system were - something Gakushu wished never happened.

"You were sent to E-class?" The tall male asked, the tone of dissapointment and disgust was smeared all over the sentence, the sharpness of his voice was able to bring a person's spine to chills, make them shiver with tears.

"It wasn't my intention to." The female replied, this time - (name) sounded blank, a tome with no other intention, no sign of immitation, just plain honestly.

Gakushu crumbled his fist, "I told you, there will be consequences defending the E-class yet you didn't follow, what were you thinking?"

He spat with a glare, however behind the gaze was just a sphere of faze hiding through a thin sheet of pride. It sting that despite the numerous calls and counsels to enact the girl on the out turns—she still continue to do it.

It wasn't her intention beacuse she never cared to be in trouble in the first place. (name) knew her intentions and staying in Class-A was never in her list, and Gakushu knew that.

(name) release a sigh before looking up to the male, "I enjoy the privileges and view I have as a student here, but I cannot fully rejoice it knowing my friends are treated the opposite!" She raised her voice, composing her posture to face the male.

In a second, you could see the swift change in Gakushuu's stare, the look of lour was slowly washed into a state of shock—his frown was emerged into a thin line after hearing her. 'friends' he blinked again trying re-call if he heard her right.

"You...befriended them?"

"Yes"

Her answer was said with no hesitation, no shame or unsureness. Gakushu stared down at (name)'s eyes, it was filled with the truth and care—he knew she wasn't lying.

Gakushu wanted to ask, how about me? Wasnt he your friend too?

For the first time in his life, The blonde found someone who's eyes he could stare at with genuine gentleness, someone who's presence so serenity despite the loud voices ringing around—he found (name).

Gakushu felt the overwhelming bliss when he's around the girl, it hurts him knowing she's growing away from him, just when he almost knew his feelings were.

There was so many things he wanted to say at (name), the urge to confront his fondness, the itching hand to hold the girl he wanted to stay.

...

However the remaining grudge held his voice over, the frame of mind towards the fact she was moving to e-class—that she choose to be in, took over his next move.

"You dissapoint me."

It came out so harsh, so bitter, so cold that it froze the girl, the stare full of negative emotions upon her, the aura surrounding them.

The words were meant to hurt.

It was all too much for her to process properly—to make matters worse it came from the man who she admire.

The (color-haired) girl remained silent after his comment, the aching pain from her chest was enough to shut her up—in addition the overwhelming feeling of humiliation bite her like vampires, none were gentle and it almost brought her into tears.

Gakushu didn't know if he meant it, or if he didn't—but the second he spoke, regret was pouring in.

There was an awkward silent after that—neither of them wanted to break it however the continues pour of shame and ache was far from bearable for the girl, slowly but noticable—she shut her eyes in anguish, a mix of anger started to fill in, (name)'s hands curled into fists as she shot her eyes open to stare back at the male.

This time the hint of anger became salient as she was now staring at Gakushu angrily.

"So be it, if that mean I'm simply refusing to be an asshole like you then feel whatever you want." She spat back, her spleen echoing in the sentence. For a second both teens just stared at eachother, Gakushu did not give a response back as silence accompany them.

At the second moment, (name) walked away.

Not a moment where her gaze looked back at the male, however the strawberry bland watches the (color-haired) teen slowly vanish in the distance leaving him completely alone.

This time though, Gakushu thought he would never get to tell you how he feels that brought an unfamiliar sore in his chest—more specifically where his heart is.

:(

[bear-remn]

— ⋆✮ Deadly Eyes ✮⋆

n/t: finally!! i hae delivered this fic so much better and with a (what i think it is) good narrative, i hope you enjoy and support this fic, i appreciatte every interaction with my page. and btw, i'm chaging the tone of my fic to make it a little more serious and deep, but im keeping the storyline.

tw: this chapter is mention and use of drugs.

sinopsis: second day od school at the academy of kirari and mako, dealing with the sakamakis.

⋆༺ chapter two ༻⋆

mako was taking notes in her room, from the past day when she skiped classes to discover that ayato was a vampire, she barely sleep since, too scared one of them came into her bedroom and suck her blood while she's asleep, thats why she locks every door she past, her bedroom and bathroom too. she´s lucky one of her classmates let her borrow their notes, she was´nt the best when it comes to grades and really wants to be a good student, kinda hard when you live with six vampires that can kill you anytime.

a knock on her door interrup her hand writing "yes? who is it?" mako ask, but panic invade her instantly, the idea of ayato coming again and suck her blood, play with her like she was nothing, it make's her sick "its me, reiji" mako get up and walked to the door, her hand doubt a little before open it, wondering why did reiji, a vampire, would come to her room at this hour, but she didnt wanted to belive they were all like ayato.

"hey, whats going on?" she ask when she opened the door, looking at the dark haired man, thinking of his elegant way of dressing is, so different from ayato´s, why did she even think of him? reiji looked her up and down and then give her a cold glanze "may i come in? i have an important item to give you" even if he asked for permission, it sounded like an order. mako didnt move but somehow, her body moved aside, but she didnt do it, it was like the air moved her. reiji come into her room and the door closed by itself, mako felt chills.

"i am well inform of the scene ayato made in school, and the reason why you skipped class so no need to treat me like an equal anymore, you should know your position by now" mako was silent for his words, there was something so inhuman about his way of speaking, the way he treated her... so cruel.

"a good master take care of his food, but you´re not just food, you´re a bride so your blood is whorty of keeping it" reiji leave on mako´s desk a juice box of berries "since we all will be drinking from you, i have to assure your blood does not lose its quality, and dont get sick, it´ll be a problem, do you undertand?".

mako was speechless by his words, a bittersweet moment.

"dont make that face, doesnt look good on you" mako wasnt sure what ace reiji was talking about, she was just standing in silence "do you understand? i ask".

"yes... i understand" mako said, remembering that they, as vampires, can kill her at any time.

"dont stay up so late, sleep well miss mako" on a blink, reiji dissapear from mako´s view.

she walked towards her desk and take the box juice, opening it and drinking it, the flavor was sweet and cold, refreshing, but the situation made her nauseous.

she just cotinued taking notes while drinking the box juice.

...

the next day mako show up at kirari´s room early, she was already dress with the school uniform, her backpack on one shoulder. she knock two times before but she didnt have any replies so she knock again but stronger while asking "kirari-chan? are you up?" no answer until she heard footsteps approaching the door, where finally kirari opens up still in pijamas.

"oh, hey..." kirari looked confused while she rub her eye, like if she just got up "sorry... what time is it?" mako thought kirari was cute, confused all the time "there's still an hour left before classes start so... just wanted to come and hang out a little" kirari smiled instantly and step a side to let mako come in "come here... you" the door close behind mako.

"why you're up so early? we still can nap you know.." kirari ask and sit on the edge of the bed "i dont like sleeping too much" mako responded as she sits on kirari´s desk chair.

"why not? its better sleeping than being with those weirdo´s is innit?" kirari put her hair on a bun and start making her bed and closing some drawers she left opend yesterday.

"you right on that" mako wasnt sure i kirari knew about the sakamaki's being vampires, but she did'nt wanted to tell her yet, at least, she wanted her to discover it by herself.

"anyway..." kirari trow herself on the bed and smiled at mako "you smoke?".

the question surprise mako.

"no..?" mako hesitated wrinkling her nose "i have never tried before, but im not interested".

"damn.. respect" kirari take out some cigarettes under her pillow and take one "do you mind if i smoke here?"

"no, its ok"

"thanks"

while kirari smoke, mako wonder i that was the thing that gave her that unusual smell that reiji always talk about.

"since when you smoke?"

"i dont really remember... probably at the beginning of my adolescence"

as kirari smoked, she was thinkign of some topic to talk about to not get mako bored, kirari is an akward person, she knew it but mako was her only option to have a friend in this house.

"in school, wanna hang out too? people there doesnt talk to me for some reason and... they like... avoid me for some reason?" kirari give mako a weird look, for her, mako looked like a little lamb, lost and cute, she didnt have a bitch resting face, instead she have a nice expression all the time, just as her personality.

"really? i think your company is very pleasant" mako smiled at her comment.

"yeah.. were you able to talk to someone tho?"

"i think so..?" she tried to remember someone, but she didnt talk to them, they talk to her but not on a way people wanted to be friends with her "actually, something really weird happend to me, some girl stop me in the hallway and said some things.."

"what kind of things..?"

"something about me and reiji being together, even when i said that we werent in a relationship she insisted"

"what?" mako was intriged.

"yeah... and some boy wanted to snitch on me for smoking in school"

"did you smoke in school? you could get in trouble"

"oh, dont worry, im very careful" kirari appreciate her concern "but the boy was pretty"

"the one who wanted to snitch on you?"

"if you saw him, you would get it" mako felt curious of kirari´s taste when it comes to a romance.

"what did he look like?".

kirari got up and walked towards the window, smoking there while trying to remember him, but her memory wasnt good when it comes to people.

"he was like... tall and with brown hair" mako make a face to kirari in sign for her to continue talking "i dont remember much, but his voice was good"

"your taste is awfully simple" kirari left out a little laugh.

"ouch, what about you? whats your taste?" mako think about it before answer that question.

"i´d say i like... pretty men"

"what ya mean pretty man? whats pretty for you?" kirari put out the cigarette and throw it out the window to walk towards her wardrobe.

"um.." she tried to find an example of her taste, but the only person that come to her mind was "kanato perhaps" kirari turns to her with the uniform in her hands.

"who?"

"you know, kanato"

they both looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.

"again, who?"

"kanato sakamaki"

"what?! you like one of these weirdo's? even worst, one of the weirdo's we live with?" kirari mouth was wide open for the surprise.

"nononono i dont like him" she responded fast while turning around so kirari could get dress "i just think he is very pretty physically but i have never talked to him yet"

"damn girl, you like them femenine"

kirari dressed fully and put on a brown sweeter, the weather was geting a little too cold for her.

"im done" she announced to mako so she can turn around again and keep talking.

"dont you think one of these boys we live with are... idk.. cute or something?" kirari keep silent while she put some stuff in her bag.

kirari doesnt really have a type, she only liked one perosn before and it wasnt a boy... so she could'nt tell if the sakamkis were her taste or not, she just liked people for other reason more than just a physical appeal.

"idk, i mean-" a knock on the door interrumped her sentence and follow by it the door opened showing reiji, well dressed and impecable as always.

"good evening, we'll be waiting for you both in the entrance" reiji looked at them up and down, analizing every part of their uniforms, looking for something to fix "your hair looks better up, keep it like that" he said to kirari who just give him a thump up "we be leaving in five minutes, hurry" and with that said he dissapear from their sight.

they just looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders.

...

already on their way to school, kirari and mako sat together, chatting and making some jokes about a serie both liked.

"i hate ross, he is the actual villain if you pay close atention to it"

"i dont like him either, he is just... so egothistical, rachel deserved better"

"rachel deserved joey, no one can change my mind and its a universal feeling bc i say so" mako put her hand together in front of her, like if she was praying.

"amen" kirari laugh at this but she got shushed instantly.

"shup up, i can't sleep with this much noise" the girls looked at shu, who was with his earphones on and some music can be heard if your're silent for a moment, which made them confused, how can he hear them if he was listening to music?

"we all can hear your stupid conversation over here, talking as if you both were fucking alone" subaru's voice sounded angry, really pissed, his eyes were closed and his arms and legs crossed.

"ok...sorry we'll keep it down" mako apologized no wanting to make any kind of argument, after all, they were the ones in charge and could, literally, kill them out of anger o just because they wanted. kirari just rolled her eyes, she was so done with them.

they are brothers but they dont talk to each other like normal brothers do, they keep silent and just mind their bussiness ignoring the rest, it was so off putting for kirari and mako.

"before we arrive, drink these now" reiji give stawberry juice boxes to mako and kirari. they both took it, mako directly begin to drink it while kirari just put it on her pocket, reiji notice this and glare at her in disbelief "i asked you to drink it before we arrive the academy"

kirari glare back at him.

"why tho?" reiji's glare became dark and scary, he hated being challenged in any kind of way, and worst, if he was challenged by a human.

"everybody like that juice, even your kind" kirari wasnt sure what he meant by that but she didnt like his tone. so dismissive and unfriendly, she felt like a little girl being ordered around.

"what ya mean my kind?"

"just drink it like i said, it'll keep your mind focus on class" mako was quiet, she knew why he gave them the juices.

"its really good actually" she said to kirari, wanting to evade a posible argument between them. reiji appreciated the support.

"I'm not thirsty"

"i know you dont eat before coming to school and I haven't seen you eat at the academy, so I know you won't eat anything until you get home. drink the juice so you don't pass out in the middle of a class, that would be a problem for you and me, and even worst it may affect you academy record" kirari felt a little intimidated, not only because of his words, she felt a strange sensation because of the way he looked at her, his eyes were deep and a little hypnotizing, as if just with his look he convinced her to do what he asked.

"ok.. dont make a big deal about it" she start drinking her juice box in silence until they arrive school.

...

the classes were calm for both girls, they met each break and explored some areas of the academy they didn't know and studied together in the library to kill time during a long break. when they separated for their last class, kirari went to the bathroom to take opioids so she can relaz for the rest time in the academy.

but she freaked out a little to see nothing on her little silver box, she was pretty sure she left some for today but maybe she was wrong, or someone took it, it was probably the first explanation. quickly she take her phone of her bag and called her dear dealer so they can meet right after classes.

"hello? who is it?" her dealer anwser her call.

"hey, its me kirari" she could perfectly hear him get excited, she knew he had a crush on her for some reason.

"heeey watcha doing gorgeous?" kirari smiled for his change in his tone, even if she wasnt interested, it was nice to have someone that treat her like that in a respectfull way, he didnt crossed the line and make their relation unconfrotable, she appreciated that "just wanted to say hi" kirari heard a loud laugh, making her laugh as well "you are terrible at lying sweetheart, c'mon, tell papa what you need and i'll make it happen for you" kirari smile wide.

"i need some opioides, or something new it would really help me"

"everything for you, tell me when and i'll go" she tought for a moment, she didnt wanted the sakamaki's to see her buying drugs, so maybe the enter of the school or the mansion wasnt her best option.

"what about the south exit of the city? I leave school in two hours and I think I can get there in 30 minutes if I get a car"

"i can send you a car, you know i'll do anything to give you some good shit"

"thaks buddy, you are the best"

"i know baby, see ya later then"

"yeah, see ya"

kirari sigh and headed to her last class, anxious for the class to end.

and when it came the moment, kirari had many excuses to say if reiji asked why she wasnt going with them to the house, even if he didnt belive her, she didnt wanted him or them to know. and while all of the brothers including mako got into the car, she stayed out, waithin for them to go without noticing her. but no.

"c'mon, dont make us wait for you" reiji spoke, making her nervous.

"i'll stay, i have some stuff to do, im waiting for a classmate" reiji looked at her, as if he was reading her mind or her soul, either way she was creep out.

"i can tell when you're lying, why would you?" she tensed up for his comment, why he was so good making people nervous? or was he just hot?

"ok sorry... im waiting for an old friend, i'll go to the house later so dont wait for me" reiji remaind silent, thinking his next words, kirari hated this kind of silence, so tense and so weird.

"alright, go, but shu will acompany you, he is in the academy and didnt listen to me when i told him we were goin home, make him go with you, i'll expect you two at the manor" kirari was spechless, why that guy of all of them? she couldnt remember his face. "take care" she didnt have the opportunity of saying something and the car just go.

"fuck, which one is shu?"

[abreathingrock]

Hi it's me, the third (?) of three rtc fans with any knowledge of Irish hahah

I'm so interested in ur rtc oc so would u drop the lore?? I love seeing Irish people involved in the same fandoms as me bc let's face it most of us are bastards so it's kind of unusual

WOWOWOW HIII!! It so cool to see rtc fans with Irish knowledge, especially when they take interest in my oc (I love her so much)

Strap in, I have a lot

Grew up in a gaeltacht region in galway (like Connemara type) so shes fluent(ish) in irish (i literally wish so bad)

Her parents were STINKY and were super mean, like, abusive and shit, it wasnt great for my girl

Went to a #catholicallgirlschool so naturally was bullied asf so she REALLY wasnt having fun

Had one friend who is yet to be named and they hung out together all the time, did a bunch of stuff like pierced eachothers ears, got

tatoos, burned shit, mostly illegal stuff (this is how she got arrested)

Sam and her friend would always talk about running away to Canada, it was their dream, but before they could her friend had to move away to a bording school in Dublin

This affected Sam BAD and caused her to go into a horrible space mental health wise and ultimately caused her to run away

When she got to Canada, she had stolen and exchanged a bunch of her parents money (cus she doesnt care about them and hates them) and bought the absolute cheapest place she could. A two room (kitchen/living/bedroom + sperate bathroom) apartment in Uranium City

She enrolled herself in the local school in a very illegal and fake fashion and took a uniform from lost and found cus ofc she did

She stayed low mostly in school until she met a certain Ukrainian "bad boy", Mischa Bachinski and they became the besties ever

They did most of the stuff she did with her old friend, but this time she was having more fun and felt more free due to not living with her parents and not being in that stupid ass school

Her and Mischa bonded over missing their countries (despite the horribleness Sam faced there, she still misses Ireland a whole heap) and she is the only person who believed Talia is real

Sam ends up in choir because she helped Mischa steal the wine and they sit in the back on Mischa's phone playing games, texting Talia (when they could, yk, timezones), taking dumbass selfies, etc

Mischa helped her become herself a lot more and she loves him like a brother and will kill anyone who speaks against him or hurts him. They both agreed if they ever met eachothers parents it would be on fucking sight

Ocean fucking hates Sam. Cant stand her. She thinks its insane how little she cares about school and is dumbfounded by her punk ideologies (she cant wrap her around head it, shes a little silly <3) She rants to Constance about how she needs to care more and Constance just nods and pretends to listen meanwhile she's in awe of her bravery to be herself and get away from her home.

Noel ends up taking a liking to her because he talks to Mischa sometimes but they dont really interact.

Mischa thinks shes "madwickedawesome" and "the dopest person ever, yo!!" He is the only person who knows about her old friend and the fact she had bad parents, but barely knows the half of it. He encourages her to be who she is and Sam loves him so much, theyre so bestie I cant

Ricky wishes he could talk to her because he also thinks shes pretty cool, but obvously he cant :(( She talks to him sometimes, which he appreciates, but its mostly just complaining about Ocean being annoying in choir when she tells her to get off Mischa's phone

On the day of the accident, her and mischa wander off most of the time, going on some of the rides, but staying off somewhere else most of the time. They come back to ride the cyclone because everyone else is and they both agree rollercoasters are fun.

In the afterlife, she stays talking to Mischa mostly, but begins to talk to Noel and Ricky too.

Her and Ricky end up bonding over cats cus theh both love them, and she hypes him up like crazy after SABM with Mischa

She is infatuated with Jane Doe and thinks shes cool as fuck, even if shes also pretty creepy, and tries to talk to her sometimes

Her song is...something. it starts off with her refusing to sing and Karnak being like "you have to" and begins to force a song onto her. Its chaotic and not at all how Sam wants, being a bit like TSIA.

Sam eventually is like "fine, I'll sing, but Im doing it my way you fucking bitchass machine" and her song is about being conflicted with herself, loving being open about being punk and doing all her illegal stuff, but she loves writing and poetry, something shes never told anyone even Mischa. She sings about feeling like she's always been doomed to be unhappy, always be unsatisfied with her life and missing Ireland despite her horrible life there.

She opens up about her shit parents and her old friend and after her song Mischa gives her a big hug and its cute asf :c

She, after the song, becomes more like her true self and the other choir members are all like "dam shes fucking deep" which she enjoys quite a bit

She bullies tf outta Ocean the whole time, but during its not a game she holds her hand and smiles at her for like the first time ever

Sam also talks to Connie in the afterlife and tells her to drop Ocean etc

Her and Ocean are like siblings, Sam fucking hates Ocean but if someone is rude to her the next day that person shows up with a mysterious black eye

sorry I went on a bit lol

[starcaverns]

Aurelia Fujioka

Her clothes left to right are her Naranja uniform, casual, casual with her jacket, and Team Star clothes.

A 16 year old teenager, she is currently going through the trauma ringer. She is my Pokemon Scarlet MC. She is half Hisuian (Japanese)/Paldean (Spanish). My headcannon is that Hisuian in a ethnic minority in Sinnoh.

For the past 4 years everyone she has loved has either died or left.

A 12 her Dad died, but she acknowledges that she could have done nothing about it.

But at 13 when her sister died? She was in the room, if she had been a little faster Tsukiko would still be alive.

Life started off good, raised in Celestic town (Where most Hisuian people now live) in Sinnoh ever since her parents divorced at 3. But the town was coming apart. Fights for proper funding were constant with the government, and it was hard to get a decent job due to how most people saw Hisuians beliefs as weird.

But her Dad, Mitsue, seemed to be the hope of the town. A good steel type pokemon trainer, and able to easily get a job as a gym leader. The kicker: It was the Kanto league. But a well paying job was a well paying job. Moving to Kanto with his 4 year old daughter Tsukiko "Kiko" from his first marriage.

This only lasted for two years until he gotten a better position as the steel type elite 4 in Paldea. And immediately moved. There he fell in love and gotten married again. And had Aurelia "Aurie".

But due to fights over his past Mitsue was desperate to cover up it led to his second divorce, at that point he moved back to Celestica and gave up on love.

Money was hard, and he was desperate to keep his family and Celestica alive. But the new champion, Cynthia, offered him a job as the steel type gym leader. Luckily Canalave was close enough to not justify a move, and just had to spend most of his time away from his family...

But they needed the money, because Tsukiko choice to become a professor, and their schooling was expensive.

At least Aurelia didnt have to spend all the time in Celestic, and spend the summers in Paldea with her parent there.

All was peaceful, until Aurie was 8. She was looking forward to going to Paldea for the summer, her parent there had recently started fostering a 10 year old boy and she wanted someone her age and not her 15 year old sister. But then she got sick, so sick everyone thought she going to die. This kept her in bed for the next two years.

By 10 she she was so fed up that she just walked out of Celestic. Even though she only had her Gible with her. She was planning on coming back, but met Ash and his friends, and they immediately connected.

Instead of staying in Celestic she went straight to her Dad with Ash, Dawn, and Brock. She wanted to travel.

After lots of fighting he finally relented, she had been getting better recently, but with some conditions. She would call every night and morning, she had to bring Gible, and she had to stop if she even felt mediocrely bad. For good measure she was getting a support pokemon, and Audino. Audino wasnt exactly a fighter, but Aurie was perfectly fine with that.

She traveled with Ash through Sinnoh, Unova, and Kalos. After the Kalos incident, where her Dad died and she was half blinded, she moved in with her sister in Alola. But during the whole Ultra Wormhole mess Lusamine kidnapped Tsukiko due to her weird connection to Cosmog.

Everyone in Celestic town was empathetic of Aurelia, almost to much. So when she got the chance to be an exchange student at Naranja Academy in Paldea, she took it.

Her first year sucked, the other students where bullies, and the faculty didn't care. But the one group who did care was Team Star, a friend group of 6 people. She quickly got along, while she wasn't one of the leaders, she was second in command of Ruchbah squad.

When the scandal erupted all faculty were fired in favor of new ones, and all exchange students were sent home, including Aurelia.

Now back in Paldea where she is a official student (Born in Paldea and has Paldean parents), she is at the reformed Naranja, ready to find her old friends, and maybe knock some sense into them.

The masterpost for this AU

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gender

watched a video from matt bernstein on youtube titled The Detransitioner Panic and theres this girl who goes by lucy who detrans and hates the shit out of conservative media taking her story as a trans panic prop

basically lucy's story seems to be that she had gender dysphoria as a kid and got extensive evaluation before transitioning, then hit a point in her life where she decided to detrans

and the whole thing got me thinking about my own gender bc some parts of my childhood was similar?

i had features that made me look like a boy and i remember being forced to wear the boys' outfit for a kindergarden play bc apparently i look werid in a dress and they even put lipstick on me at 5 year old (they basically clowned a kid from the reaction i saw). i kept being mistaken for a boy in school when im not wearing the stupid gendered uniform. relatives treated me weird bc of my appearance and the unfortunate 20 year age gap with my cousins

without the concept of trans here i was very much just on my own too lmao. i wasnt a boy but i wasnt a girl either. and then i picked up behaviors that got me seen as a tomboy/boy for like 15 years lol

parents were also very neglectful. couldnt tell you exactly why, like if they were shit or embarassed having me or both but i would rate them a 3/10 either way

anyway. so. i probably had severe gender dysphoria or some form of depression but im not sure if i wanted to be masc or femme. mental evals here are an absolute joke and with neglectful parents i never got it sorted. its complicated

and bc i still dont want to go through the medical psych system bc of a lack of time and gender dysphoria hasnt been kicking my ass as hard, im fine with being... agender? whatever?

im also fine with slamming people spouting anti trans bullshit tho. the amount of idiots sliding up next to me thinking im fully cis both outside and inside. lmao.

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HELLO I AM ABOUT TO WALK INTO MY ECONS FINAL BUT 1 & 3 & 4 please 😽😽

YAAAWWWW time for a maia win. AS on that AD until it GDPs i know your grade is gonna be inelastically good

1 who is the first artist you remember loving?

I was big into of monsters and men as a kid in addition to all the usual tumblr grunge suspects. If we go back even earlier to like 8 years old my vocaloid girlies <33333

Thats IA and gumi (i wasnt into miku because she wasnt like so #me . I was already developing the alternative agenda at 8. I mean i liked her and rin and len just fine but these two were like THE ones for me). Okay ovviously theyre not “artists” but i wasnt deliberately looking for who made what song i just liked their looks and sound and the type of music people made them sing. Wait im gonna use this as an excuse to link stuff

THIS ia track (six trillion years and one night story) is still a really good blend of traditional japanese scales and jpop intensity and was exactly the kind of grimdark headbanger kid me liked. The part that goes If this world could just be me and you and if everyone else would just disappear. that part will get me eternally. Also i realised i probably also liked these two because theyve actually got pretty realistic voices. Childhood blues by gumi has a really nice video with art that i used to be obsessed with

This is really a tangent but also i thought about vocaloid producers that i liked also and seriously neru was huge for suicidecore rock songs . Shockingly his stuff that i like is actually kind of recent like 2017? But in my opinion it was easier to get into specific vocaloid artists as a kid cause they had videos on youtube and violent beats so you could binge a whole discography as an easily bored young person . Anyway neru stuff is typically steeped in that Japanese high school melancholia, you know, school uniforms, blank expressions, desks flying everywhere. I really liked this one its pertinent for when youre in your very early preteens/teens and you dont like doing homework and youre convinced youre an evil and wicked human being

3 who is the artist you put on to make you smile?

LOVEEEE dominic fike and always gets me in a good mood. His songs have palpable swag even in purely audio format. Quality cuts that havent failed to improve my mood yet

4 which song rips your heart out?

Oh rips heart out is a very specific feeling and i kind of want to say erm that part in legally blonde from legally blonde the musical when she says some girls fight hard some face the trial some girls were just meant to smile. All my other sad songs are more of an ache kind of feel. Actually wait forget i said the legally blonde answer i dont listen to musicals ssshhhhhh its actually bye bye darling by børns now because i slammed back so many plays of it when my dog died

I mean like

Goodbye to the paperback age / I'll miss your touch

To flip you, crease you, lay underneath you, fall asleep to / Bye-bye darling I'll miss you so much

Welll……welllllllll….wellllllllllllllll