#but it takes time and money to take the classes

[rafesbabygirlx]

I’D RATHER HAVE YOU

✧ 𝙳𝙸𝙻𝙵!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎𝚛!𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ✧

✧ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

✧ Warnings- suggestive behavior, name calling (rafe about wife)

✧ Some inspiration from @moondustbaby headcanons! Thank you 🩵 it really helped with the motivation here!

You were young and beautiful and driving yourself crazy with college classes. Being nanny was the only thing that kept you afloat in your tiny apartment and worked around your class time.

The rich families on the island would pay any amount of money to not have to worry about their kids. That’s how you ended up working for Rafe Cameron. Richest man on the island. You made $55 an hour taking care of his 3 kids.

When you interviewed, Rafe seemed nothing short of uninterested. He sat there silent staring into the glass of whiskey he was swirling in his hand. You couldn’t stop your eyes from constantly flickering over to him. All while his wife read off a list of questions that sounded like she entered - “questions to ask someone who may watch my kids” - into an ai system.

If it weren’t for their 3 kids running in and crashing the interview, you didn’t think you’d even get the job. Their youngest, Ella. She warmed up to you instantly, getting you hired on the spot.

You worked for the Cameron’s for about a month when you noticed Rafe working from home more as the time went on. You worried about your hours being cut, but I never happened. Ella was constantly stuck to your side. You watched as Rafe’s eyes always lingered to you, but you thought the stares were directed at Ella.

When the older kids were at school and Ella was down for her nap, you took the time to do your assignments at the kitchen island. Rafe would wander into the kitchen, stand a little too close and ask you what you were working on. You’d try to ignore the way you can hear him smell the scent of your shampoo or the way he leave the kitchen clearly adjusting the crotch of his pants.

When the kids would be outside playing you’d sit in the grass with a book, occasionally keeping an eye on them. Rafe would come out and sit next to you with that same glass of whiskey. His hand would slowly inch towards yours and he’d softly brush his thumb across your knuckles. You felt a flutter in your stomach and tried to play it off as best as you could.

Then came the night when everything changed. His hair was ruffled and tie was loose from a stressful day at work. His wife was god knows where with god knows who. You were at the sink cleaning up the dishes from dinner when he came and stood behind you, placing his arms on either side of you, locking you in place between him and the counter.

Your breath hitched when he leaned in and his lips grazed your neck.

“You’d be a great step mom. The kids already love you.”

“Mr. Ca-” before you could finish he cut you off again.

“My wife is a big whore. She doesn’t think I know what she does. I know. I know everything. Working on leaving her, by the way.”

You’re at a loss for words. You’re frozen in place.

“You’re a smart girl. Working hard to get places. She’s no good. Worth nothing. My kids need someone like you to look up to. I need someone like you. You feel what you do to me?”

And you do. You feel exactly what you do to him. It’s poking you in the lower back, letting you know it’s there. “I do, I feel you, Rafe.”

“God the way you say my name. Your beautiful. I promise I’ll make you mine once everything’s settled. You’ll fit right in here. I won’t make you work baby. You just study hard… and make me hard. That sound good?”

You couldn’t deny it. He was a beautiful man. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. You were ok with waiting and that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Just as you went to turn around the front door open and shut making you jump.

“We’ll have a moment again soon.” Rafe stood up straight and walked over to the fridge grabbing a beer walking out of the kitchen as his wife walked in not acknowledging her presence, leaving you, standing there alone with her.

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[voyant-du-vide]

What a lukewarm take.

1. Is academia destroyed? Idk man, I’m deep in academia right now, getting my mfa in fiction writing and also learning how to teach first year rhetoric and composition classes. I’m writing a paper on AI in college writing classes. There’s an internal discourse war going on at my university because they instituted an official chatgpt tool. Academia is alive and fucking well and doing what it always does: making money and arguing internally. In my corner of academia, the fascists defunding us are a way more immediate threat than AI.

2. People have been cheating their way through college for ages. That’s not new.

3. You saw “I spend so much time on TikTok that my eyes hurt” and you thought the problem was the AI? I’m not even trying to direct the blame onto TikTok or the individual student. This is systemic. What is pushing SO MANY students to dissociate into their phones? Could it be the total fucking chaos bullshitstorm we’re all trapped in? And you want them to write a boring-ass summary of your boring-ass assigned readings? When their new best friend Chat can do that for them without you even noticing? Lol. Lmao even. They’re human adolescents. If you want to teach robots who will listen to you with eagerness and produce neat little summaries for you no matter what you give them, go train AI. That’s paying pretty well these days.

4. There are ways to AI-proof classes, and it’s not by saying “No AI” or using AI detectors. It’s by Engaging Your Students! Make it personal. Have them write the stories only they can tell. Let them learn how to write by telling you all about their undying love of Keyboard Customization or Anime Conventions or Brazil. Make the assignments worth their time and things they will want to do.

5. This will be the most radical thing I have to say, but AI can actually be used to build critical thinking skills. Teach them to question it. You should be teaching them to question what they’re reading! Here’s a tool you can trust to be untrustworthy. Use that. Show them the danger in not questioning, from failing an assignment to electing a fascist. Question it to its “face” and see if it learns. Ask your students to think about how it learns. Ask them to think about how they learn. There has been a HUGE body of writing produced on this subject just in the last 2 or 3 years. If you can’t think of how to teach in an AI age, that is 100% a you problem.

Academia is fine. Professors have been out of touch for too long. AI is just making that more apparent.

Generative AI has destroyed academia.

In the next few decades we’re going to have thousands of people who don’t really know anything, and can’t do any critical thinking.

[gojosatoruhumper]

Separated | Ahn Su-ho x reader

Summary: When Su-ho, Si-eun and Beom-seok don’t bring the money to Gil-su, he takes away someone important from Su-ho.

Warnings: Fighting, violence, swearing

WC:2.4K

Notes: based on this request

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You and Su-ho have known each other since the early days. Your parents would always bring you to the small Korean diner near your house ever since you were little and that's how you met him. Friday nights were always your favourite because you could see him.

Later on you would just casually stop by, offering to help but mostly just so you could spend time with Su-ho. He was a great guy, always lifting your mood cracking jokes and being protective over you.

You knew he worked hard so you would often invite him for dinner, your parents grew fond of him, telling him how he is always welcome in your household any time.

And well, an unexpected confession slipped past his lips one evening when you were together taking a late night walk. That day you made it official.

When Su-ho made new friends, Si-eun and Beom-seok, you were happy for him, always encouraging him to go hang out with them even if it meant less time together. He would of-course bring you along frequently, but you also didn't want to interfere.

But you also started worrying more. He got into fights more often, always brushing it off like it was nothing. He could see how concerned you were for him so he decided not to tell you about the trouble he got into with Gil-su's gang.

His favourite part of the day was when you would walk out of your school, chatting with your friends and the look of your face when you saw him never failed to put a smile to his face. He would press a kiss to your cheek, wrapping his firm hand on your shoulder and tell you all about his day, even the smallest details since he mostly slept through all classes.

You always felt so safe and secure with him, of course you could handle yourself, but with a man like Su-ho you felt protected. He made it clear to every guy who looked your way that you were in a relationship.

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After being tricked by Yeong-bin Su-was furious. He hated when people picked him and his friends as targets. WHen Beom-seok brought the 15 million won, both Si-eun and Su-ho refused to take it to Gil-su, they didn't own him shit.

All three of them were now walking out of school, spotting the gang they encountered earlier waiting for them. "Guys wait here, I'll go alone." Su-ho spoke up, shoving his hand in his pockets.

"Su-ho, are you sure? We can just give them the money and-" Beom-seok was cut off by him. "If something happens I will text you, call the cops if what, okay?" he said, eyeing the car parked upfront.

Si-eun just stood there, staring at him. "What? You don't trust me?" Su-ho nudged Si-eun, throwing him a smile and walking away from the two.

"Hey, kid" Gil-su spoke up with a smile, all his minions just standing beside him. "Did you lose the other two" the man laughed. "Oh shut up" Su-ho whined, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Okay okay, give it to me" Gil-su demanded, the smirk still plastered over his face. "Listen shithead, leave me and my friends alone, we don't owe you anything" he explained,

eyebrows furred. The man across him just laughed, crooking his head sideways.

"Yeah?" "If you say so" he put a hand on Su-ho's shoulder, he gripped it, shoving it away.

"Keep your hands to yourself, asshole. Don't bother me or my friends ever again" Su-ho firmly said, without a stutter and turned back to his friends.

Gil-su looked back at the guys standing next to the car door. "Eh? This guy has quite the attitude" he trailed off "Get in the car and lets follow him." He smirked.

Walking back to Si-eun and Beom-seok, Su-ho had a gut feeling something bad is a bout to happen.

Pushing the feeling aside he smiled and threw a thumbs up at his classmates. "We're good now, lets go quick, I have to get Y/n" he said, throwing his arms around their shoulders.

"Huh? Did they let us go so easily" Beom-seok asked, genuinely surprised. "Yeah dude, wouldn't you be intimidated by a guy like me?" Su-ho replied. Si-eun stayed silent, even though he could sense he was lying.

Su-ho was complaining about how hungry he was all through out the walk to your school. They were a little late by now so they could clearly see you on the bench sitting alone, looking down at your phone.

When he noticed you, a wide grin immediately spread across his face. You looked up, happy to see him, waving at you like a kid. He stepped up, giving you a quick peck, now hand holding your shoulder instead of their friends.

"Hello" you smiled at his friends. "Hi" Beom-seok replied as well as Si-eun who murmured a quick 'hi.’

"Lets gooo, I'm so hungry I could eat one of you, you know" he whined, placing a hand on his stomach in annoyance, cracking a laugh from all three of you.

In the distance Gil-su was watching. "That one" he pointed at you, "get that girl and bring her to me"

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You were now all walking back from the diner Su-ho had picked, hands interlocked as Si-eun and Beom-seok was walking beside him. You came to a stop, needing to split up at this

point. You said your goodbyes to the two boys, "Goodluck at your cram school Si-eun" you waved at him as he said thank you, turning to go on his way.

You always liked Si-eun more than Beom-seok, because you could see how he sincerely looked out for Su-ho, always being there for him.

You and Su-ho started walking towards your house, your backpack with cute charms dangling on Su-ho's shoulder. "Ahh, you're so cute" he smiled at you, ruffling your hair with his hand, laughing when you got frustrated.

"I told you to stop doing that" you tried to fix your hair, turning your head to your boyfriend, "Does it look okay?" you asked, looking up. "More than okay" he smiled.

When you both came to a stop outside of your house you spoke up. "Are you sure you can't stay the night?" you asked, taking your backpack from him. "I wish I could Y/n but I have to work today" he hugged you pressing a kiss to your lips. "Text me when you're done" you smiled at him, entering your house and waving your hand at him.

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It was the next day, you were walking to school with your head down, feeling the sunrays hitting your head. You spotted a car slowing down next to you.

You had no time to react as two guys jumped out of it, one holding you as the other put a cloth over your nose and mouth.

You started screaming, but the chemical scent quickly took over, vision becoming blurry and eventually black.

You woke up with ringing on your ears, a migraine pulsing at your temples. "Ah the princess is awake" an old man laughed coming closer to you. You sat on the cold floor in a room, hands aching from them being tied together, as well as your legs.

You were scared. Really scared. All you wanted to do is cry, but you knew it would give the people in front of you satisfaction. From what you could make out, the man in front of you - the most.

"What's your name?" he asked, crouching down. You just stared at him, eyebrows furred. You didn't know if it was from anger or confusion. "Hey, bitch I asked you a question" he got angry, hitting your head. You stayed silent.

He stood up, laughing. "This whore." he turned to you again, getting angry. "You don't wanna talk?" A hard kick landed on your ribs. And another one after that. Now you couldn't hold the tears in, whining in pain as you were now laying on the ground, kick after kick landing on you.

He stood up, laughing. "This whore." he turned to you again, getting angry. "You don't wanna talk?" A hard kick landed on your ribs. And another one after that. Now you couldn't hold the tears in, whining in pain as you were now laying on the ground, kick after kick landing on you.

He grabbed your head by your hair, crouching next to your face. "What would you friend Su-ho would think of this, huh? Being rude to your elders" He asked, now gripping your hair tighter than before. The name hitting home deep in your heart.

"Su-ho.?" you raised your eyebrows, salty tears falling down your cheeks. "Yeah. Su-ho" he tsked.

"That arrogant shithead" he murmured. Now you were getting angry. "Look at yourself, you look like a dickhead who should've been in a retirement home long ago" you snapped.

He was furious by now. His fist met with your nose, blood spilling out almost immediately. The metallic taste lingered in your mouth, mixing with the saltiness. "You bitch" he started punching your face, now bruises and cuts forming.

"Let's see what he would think of this" he stood up, proud of his work. You could see a phone in his hand, "smile." he snapped a pic, lighting up a cigarette. You looked around the room, glaring at all the guys in the room, staring at you. "Let's go for now" he turned to them, walking out.

As the door slammed shut, you fell to the ground again, the pain taking over. Your ribs were aching, face throbbing, legs and arms already bruising. You could barely breathe.

Gil-su sat on the sofa, laughing as he typed in the message. 'Sure you don't have the money?' 'Such a waste of a pretty face' he attached the photo of you with the address, clothes dirty, bloody face as it dripped onto your school uniform. Your face was twisted in pain.

Su-ho was now walking with his two friends as he felt his phone. His face dropped when he read the messages. "Is everything okay, Su-ho?" Si-eun asked, scanning his face. "I- I have to go" he said, burring out his words. "Where-" the boy was cut off

"I really need to go, don't worry about me" he said, now running.

He was now enraged, getting there quickly as he could. The door flung open as he banged it. ""What the fuck did you do?" he screamed, not sure at who.

His eyes landed on Gil-su as he started lunging at him. "Woah there" he smiled.

"Guys take care of him" he nudged the gang, as they stepped closer to him. "When you're done, tie him next to the cunt" he said, pulling a cigarette pack from his pocket. The words sent Su-ho to insanity.

"Don't fucking call her that" He punched one of the guys who was lunging at him, knocking him out instantly. There were 7 guys including Gil-su surrounding him.

His fighting skills were coming really in handy. He landed a kick on one guy, in the process punching another. He was surprised by a sudden punch to his nose as he stumbled back. "Boss this guy is pretty tough" Su-ho panted, looking up. "Only 'pretty tough'?" "I guess I'm doing something wrong" he lunged back at them again, 3 guys lying on the tiles bruised up and 3 out of breath, standing as Gil-su just watched the scene unfold.

He failed to notice Yeong-i coming through the doors, tired from the errands she was forced to do.

She was caught by surprised as she saw all the guys in action, seeing you behind the door which was slightly open.

She knew Gil-su had planned to capture some girl, but she certainly didn't expect it to be you. Yeong-i didn't want to interfere with the fight, so she quickly hid behind the door, pulling out her phone and texting Si-eun.

“Come here quickly!! They got Y/n, Su-ho is in trouble” she typed in, pressing send and attaching the address.

Si-eun opened the message right away, truth to be told is he was already searching for Su-ho, interrogating Yeong-bin.

He wasted no time, running to the address he was given. He got there quicker than the cops, shoving past Yeong-i and seeing 6 guys whining and passed out, Su-ho being choked by Gil-su.

Si-eun pulled out his pen, stabbing Gil-su in the shoulder. He let go of Su-ho, clutching the pen in pain. Si-eun could see the relief on the other’s face as he gasped for air. His hair was messed up, dried blood on his nose and lips.

“You fuckers” Gil-su gritted his teeth, swinging at Si-eun, who luckily dodged it. Su-ho quickly took action, landing a kick on the side of his head, as he now fell to the ground in pain.

“I take back what I said, you’re good.” He laughed once again, whining. “I said leave my friends alone” Su-ho got the last word in as he heard the police cars pulling up. Gil-su tried to run away through the door, being met with two police officers, guns pointing at him.

Si-eun raised his hand, pointing to the slightly opened door. “Y/n” he said, a little above a whisper as Su-ho already was barging through it. As he saw you, his heart ached. You were passed out, body swelling with bruises.

He ran up, untying you and tightly hugging you, gripping your uniform. “Y/n..” he said, voice muffled. Your eyes slowly opened as you looked at him, a slight smile on your face. “Thank you, for coming to me” you said, voice cracking.

He was mad at himself. “I’m sorry I came to late, you didn’t deserved this, I did” he looked at your body, inspecting for any internal damage.

“You’re here now, that’s what matters” you said as you felt him pick you up. Si-eun was looking at you both, a subtle smile on his face, he was happy for Su-ho, having such a caring person in his life.

Su-ho carried you over to the ambulance, police coming up to question him. “You can get my statement after she is taken care of” he said, caring only about you at the moment.

As the ambulance drove to the hospital, it was only you and Su-ho in it. “Y/n I will make sure all of them pay for what they did” he leaned down, kissing you as you laid in the somewhat of a bed, his hand in yours.

He brushed your hair with his fingers, as you slowly fell asleep. He stayed with you in the hospital the whole night, Si-eun, Beom-seok and Yeong-i coming in to check up on you both.

[alexiajjk]

jungkook fic recs list (part 3) ౨ৎ

i’m more than a month late i’m sorry :’( but part 3 is finally here!! i hope you enjoy these stories, all of them are sosososo good and well written! the authors are amazing <3 minors dni!

⭑ part 1, part 2

a- angst f- fluff s- smut

series (completed)

candles & flames by @taegularities

enemies to lovers, royal!au (a, f, s)

He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

an abundance of luck & a sprinkle of fate by @borathae

ceo!jungkook x sexworker!reader, strangers to lovers!au, bdsm, hurt and comfort (a, f, s)

"When two souls, with different reasons for why life has broken them, find together, it needs a whole lot of a luck and a little bit of fate to make them see that maybe healing together isn’t as bad as it sounds.” 

the farmhouse by @solecize

childhood friends to lovers/small town au (a, f)

every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts

bisexual boyfriend!yoongi x female!reader x jungkook, snippets of life!au (a, s, a bit of f)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

evolution of a lover’s heart by @jeonstudios

college au, fuckboy au, bet au (a, f, s)

the rules are simple: first one to take the virginity wins

blackout by @jjungxkook

best friends to lovers, roommate au, college au (f, s)

Utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. Luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable.

how many by @yoon-kooks

jungkook x tattoo artist!reader, bad boy!au (f, s)

To Jeon Jungkook, you're just the cutie who sits across from him in art class. He doesn’t have a clue that you're also the hidden face of his favorite tattoo artist on social media. When the bad boy notices you've taken a surprising interest in his ink, he dares you to explore every inch of his body until all of his tattoos are accounted for. Tempted by his irresistible smile and delicate touch, you might even let him in on your little secret.

series (ongoing)

something about you by @ahundredtimesover

friends au, vacation au, semi slow burn, romcom-ish vibe; ays jk; PE teacher!jk and researcher!oc (f, s?)

You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you.

A resumption of your friend group’s out-of-town trips has caused you to spend more time with him. And somewhere in between the morning coffee in the forest, running around in the snow, and watching the sunset on a boat, he’s become something more. And you’re not quite sure how to deal with it.

teach me how to love by @kookooluvr

fwb!au, co-workers!au, professor!jungkook, professor!reader, fwb2l, slow burn (a, f, s)

jeon jungkook, a fellow professor at yonsei university, is your friend, co-worker, and secret bed buddy. you have rules set in place to make sure there are no misunderstandings in your little arrangement. the #1 rule is as clear as day; no catching feelings. simple, right? wrong. let's see how un-simple it gets when a certain economics professor falls for an emotionally unavailable political science professor.

bad decisions (ao3) by @alphabetboyluvr

bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb (a, f, s)

it’s simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook’s ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you’ve a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you’ve both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions.

oneshots

petal to the metal by @luxekook

jewelry-maker jungkook x florist reader, idiots to lovers (a, f)

every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned just for the handsome jewelry-maker whose booth was next to yours. 

the kids aren’t alright by @sketchguk

fwb!jeongguk x pastor’s kid (p.k)!reader, f2l, fwb au (a, f, s)

sneaking around with jeongguk during your christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

paddle with me (two-shot) by @yoongsgguktae

campcounselor!au, e2l, pwp (s)

when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released?

mind in the gutter by @kpopfanfictrash

bowling!au, workplace!au, rom-com (s)

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

sleepover by @personasintro

best friend's brother au (f, s)

Jeongguk is your best friend’s little brother who invites you to have a sleepover at his place. Nothing can happen, right?

[bitchyglitterkoala]

‘𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐓 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 🚗

plot! ⋆𐙚₊ : you really wanted to get your neighbor’s attention. you’ve tried everything as far as ruining your own car so riki could help a damsel in distress. after all, boys love helping pretty girls in trouble. ♡

genre! ⋆𐙚₊: fluff

warnings! ⋆𐙚₊: swearing ; smoking ; argument : suggestive themes ; skin ship; kissing ; probably more

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!

───୨ৎ─── ───୨ৎ─── ───୨ৎ───

It was a bad night. Really bad night.

The whole time you were supposed to be sleeping you couldn’t help but squirm like a child in your bed, with sweat dripping from your forehead to your stomach.

Your eyes were blurry and mind hazy, it was so hot, too hot. Your red cheeks were burning so much it felt you had a fever. It might be an exaggeration, but closest thing you could link your situation to was a cat in heat.

How can you blame yourself? You’ve been working so hard, switching between school, work and money struggles.. Life was so difficult on you, and your body was begging, pleading and screaming for a pause, a relief.

At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. If you were actually frank with yourself, the truth would be that your neighbor has been making you crazy for months.

He’s new to the apartment, and only moved in four months ago. The man is tall, slightly tan.. He wears comfortable clothes like sweatpants and hoodies like a loser who doesn’t have a job. His gaze is sharp and lips plump, and the best of all, he had biceps. Biceps you’ve been dreaming about getting buried in ever since you’ve seen them. You see him practically everyday, yet you can not do the first move. It’s like your brain is stopping you from any kind of embarrassing situations, ever since Caleb has dumped you on message.

Does life really have to be like this? Why can’t you be a free confident and independent woman who faces challenges in no fear.

You needed a plan, a clever plan.

For a week, your mind has been planning the perfect “unfailable” and smart trap to get that man in your pants. There was no room for any romance, you were too busy to get your heart broken again, so hooking up with your wet dream is the best solution.

Not long ago you’ve seen him working on a car, like he was fixing it. Eventually you’ve thought about accidentally on purpose break some things here and there with your car.

During the night, you cut some wires, played with the motor and poured out the oil to throw it in the bin, something you absolutely regret by now. But today is the day, and you’ve been getting ready since 5 AM to put on the best show.

You know your neighbor comes out of his apartment everyday to smoke a cigarette in the parking at exactly 7:12, which made his ‘unemployed junkie’ allegations even worse.

You’ve been waiting in your car for at least thirty minutes for him to come out of his cave and have his smoke break. Once you finally see him, you feel your heart skipping a beat, your cheeks reddening and your hands sweating.

“Okay Y/N, you got this.”

Before beginning your plan, you grab your makeup bag to powder you face and perfume your skin with some cheap Britney Spears perfume you bought at the dollar store, hoping to smell heavenly.

“Oh no! Not today please! I’m at my last warning!” you whine as you put on your best performance, thanks to these drama classes your mom forced you to take back in high school.

“I can’t be late again!” you sigh as you hit on your steering wheel.

A smirk can’t help but appear on your face when you see him approaching from the corner of your eye.

“A problem miss?” the giant man asks, his cigarette still in his hand.

“My stupid car.. I have a very important meeting today and I’m on my last warning. If I’m late again my boss is going to kill me!” you cry, with your exaggerated feminine voice.

The man raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to check the label of your car. “A fiat 500 huh?”You look up at him acting confused.

“Yeah.. why..?” you mumble in a shaky voice, like you’re about to cry. “These cars are known to be trash. No wonder it’s not working.” he replies, getting comfortable and resting his arm on the edge of your window.

“I didn’t know, now I have to call the garage and use my savings for the holidays to drive again..” you sigh, looking down at your bare thighs, thanks to this pink short ass skirt.

“I mean.. I can still check what’s wrong and do some things here and there.” the man shrugs, looking so unbothered with his hood on.

“Really? Thank goodness. Your name?”

“Uh.. I’m Riki. Do you mind getting out of the car? You can go home and call your boss while I take care of your ‘car’.” How rude! What does he mean ‘going home’! He’s completely ruining her plans.

“Y-yeah..” you stutter in embarrassment. It’s like no matter what you do, shame is not something you can escape. You get out of the car, hand him the keys and walk off to your apartment. The sound of your heels clicking resonating in your mind, fading in with the loud insults your own mind is making.

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It’s been approximately 2 hours since Riki has been toying on your car. You didn’t think you would cause so much damage and you’re actually starting to regret destroying your car yesterday night. But you can’t be left in defeat, no, not this time. Luckily, you baked some cookies during the time he was fixing your car, and now decided to try approaching him again.

Once you come down to the parking you see your neighbor still fixing your car. To your surprise, the man is shirtless, with his skin is glistening, wiping off his sweat with his hand . You couldn’t tell if you were getting horny from how amazing his body looked, or icky from how cliché this scene looked. You wanted to thank global warming for absolutely destroying our climate, and making a day in the middle of April, in London, as hot as a summer day in Morocco.

“Water?” you say as you walk to him with the plate of cookies in your hand, a fresh bottle of water in the other, and a soft smile on your face.

“I’d love to, dear.” Riki breathes through his open mouth because of the heat. He grabs the water bottle and mutters a little “thanks”, before chugging the water down, until the bottle is left with a small amount. Gently, he pours down the cold water on his shoulders while speaking. “Your car was an absolute mess. Are you sure you don’t have a stalker or an enemy who tried to sabotage you? Because this, is clearly made by a human.”

“Uhuh..” you nod stupidly, not focusing on any words coming out of his mouth. The sight you were given was God sent. You focused on every single detail of his upper body. His jawline is sharp, his shoulders broad, his arms big and his abs lean. God you wish you could just-

“Miss? You listening?” he stops your thoughts right away.

“Uh.. no. Is it fixed now?” you respond honestly after recollecting your thoughts.

“Should be.” Riki opens the door and sits on the driver’s seat. He turns on the engine and your car starts roaring like a lion again. (Its fiat, of course it does not..)

You clap your hands and jump on your feet. “Yay! Finally!”

As you jump in excitement, you can’t miss the way Riki smirks seeing you happy over his work.

He turns off the engine and gets out of the car. “Here, I baked you cookies while you were fixing it.” you say, extending your arms so he can grab a cookie. The man smiles and grabs the plate, he looks so proud, like a kid who got rewarded after doing homework.

“Oh please don’t stay there.. You’re probably tired. I’ll cook you some roasted chicken.”

Before he can say anything, you grab his arm and drag him into your appartement.

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“Careful it’s hot.” you warn him before putting your chicken on the table. You take off your gloves and apron, before taking a seat. “Bon appétit.”

“Thank you, you really didn’t have to do all that…” he hesitates.

“Y/N, it’s Y/N. Don’t be silly, if it wasn’t you who helped me I’d probably lose 500 bucks.”

Riki looks at you with a confused look on his face, while he devours the chicken. “What?” you giggle, thinking he’s checking you out.

“I don’t want to be mean but, that won’t be free Y/N.”

Your body freezes and so does your mind, taking a few seconds before processing what he just said.

Son of a bitch! So your hot neighbor’s not only a jobless loser, he’s a scammer! No wonder he’s always fixing all the cars in the parking. “Motherfucker..” you accidentally let out. “Why didn’t you just tell you’d charge me?! If I knew, I would’ve not let you fix my car!”

His eyes widen, with his mouth and cheeks still full of chicken. “Woah there.. No need to get in this state miss. I don’t know what you were expecting.”

As your temper rises you get up and put your fists on your hips. “Expecting what? I don’t know.. fucking.. gentleman behavior? A real man would do this for free! I baked you cookies, and even made you chicken, and now you want me to pay you?!”

“I’m just charging 150! How do you want me to live out there if I don’t get paid!” the man raises his voice as well, creating a symphony of excuses and blames.

“150?” you laugh, “If I knew you’d charge me even a dollar I wouldn’t have sabotaged my car.”

Riki frowns, flabbergasted. “You did what?”

As your own words echoed in your mind, you slowly realize the big mistake you just did. You clear your throat and regain your composure. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t have any money to give you.” you respond calmly.

“Then how the hell are you supposed to pay me?”

Jackpot. This stupid man doesn’t even what he got himself into. You tilt your head and walk closer to him. “Maybe not money, but I could give you something else..” you mutter, trailing your pink nails on his skin, giving him goosebumps.

He slowly looks down at your hand then back at you, and the mischievous smile you have on your face. You can see his cheeks slightly blushing and his breath rising, but your anticipation reveals to be wrong when the man opens his mouth to speak.

“Sorry but I’m not into this miss, you need to pay me.”

“Won’t you just shut up already?”

You suddenly grab his face and smash your lips against him, making his eyes widen again before he kisses your lips back. You jump onto him, and instinctively he grabs your hips to carry your small body, all while trying to not break the kiss. He walks you through the apartment, searching for your room while trying very hard not to break the kiss and ruin the moment.

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You have him laid down on your bed, groaning and breathing heavily as his hands grope your cheeks, trying to press you onto his crotch.

“Arms up..” he whispers with a dominant tone, hiding his desperation.

You oblige and once your arms are up, he grabs the hem of your top and takes it off for you. Your top didn’t really leave anything to imagination, but seeing your bare breasts has his blood boiling and pumping. He leans your torso down into his face with his cold hands on the small of your back, and begins to nibble on your chest. You can’t help but let out little whimpers and giggles, knowing what’s about to happen.

“Why you laughing?” he asks, in a deep voice, you can practically hear him growl.

“Because you think you’re in control.”

With no explanation, you turn around so your back faces him and get in all fours. You gently pull the hem of your skirt down until it’s completely off.

Riki, despite his want to be the dominant one here, can’t help but blush seeing you strip.

You gently tug the elastic of your underwear and slowly slide it down, until you’re completely bare. His breath hitches, and his chest keeps heaving, he’s hot, needy and about to burst if he doesn’t get to touch you in the next seconds. Eventually he grabs your cheeks again, trying to pull you in, but you stop him, slapping his hands off.

“What.. what are you-“

“Lay all the way down.” you say in a serious tone, facing him again.

He doesn’t want to obey, but does so anyway, too excited to discover what you’re about to do to fight back.

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Needless to say what happened next. Your hook-up session ended up with cuddles and kisses on your bed. You both are naked, holding onto each other, despite the sweat sticking on your bodies.

He smokes a cigarette while staring at the rain violently hitting the window and the trees shaking. The weather went from a burning sun to a tempest, which reminds Riki how much time he spent in here already.

“Seems like you’re stuck with me now.” you say, looking at his detailed features with your doe eyes.

“Couldn’t spend my day in a better way.” he smiles before gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. “..A-are you going to pay me though?”

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms tighter around him. “Silly boy..” you whisper, inhaling the smell of his body to seek comfort.

You too, couldn’t spend your day in a better way.

I definitely wrote a smut part for this but got shy and scrapped it lol.

[fulgrims-big-naturals]

I am genuinely confused at how this is a thing. Like. Do people not know how a bank makes a transaction? Did make accounts without an understanding of how your money is handled? Like, please, your bank will literally never ask you for money. The post office will never ask you for money. The post office will never ask you for your address. These are all things you are supposed to initiate. The only time the bank is every going to call you is to say “hey a bunch of money just left your account did someone steal your card?” The post office already knows your address if you placed an order. You don’t have to give it to them a second time if it gets lost. And for fucks sake don’t just click random popups on your computer. Unless the popup is from Notification Centre (you can tell because it will say “Notification Centre”) in the corner, and there’s a little blue shield icon with Windows Defender written next to it, you do not have a virus. You do not need to install any new programs to scan for or quarantine a virus. You do not update your computer from the browser. How do people not know this? Like seriously. I genuinely think people should have to take a small class about how to use computer or what the bank is before they’re allowed to push money around because the amount of things that aren’t common knowledge is crazy.

Hey guys let me tell you about advance fee scams

I hope y'all are familiar with these in this day and age, especially my artists out there, because they're incredibly common.

About half an hour ago I posted a drawing and tagged it #artists on tumblr, and very quickly received this comment.

My scam radar went off immediately, due to the generic blog name and lack of any emotion in the comment, but I decided it might be an entertaining venture so I dmed them. They asked for a drawing "of these", and sent me a random selfie. I got the details and told them it would be $15, and they promptly offered me $300. At this point I know it's a scam, but I play along for funsies and give them my paypal. Shortly, they send me this image for "confirmation" (I blocked out my email)

And they began to insist that I checked my email. I looked in my spam folder and found the following email.

This is fake. This is not a thing. And the "you're to refund the $200.00 back" is the scam. They send vaguely official-looking emails at you to "prove" that they sent you the money, then have you send them $200 (or however much the scam is for). Then, surprise surprise, you're out $200.

I continued to play along for a bit, and in the second email "Paypal" told me that I had to refund the $200 before they could "credit the $300 to my account", along with these lovely threats.

And yeah, it's silly. But it's not silly if you don't know and get scammed. So. Spread, please! And thank you very much to @mlaurel for the opportunity to get these screenshots.

[microwavesaferat]

What's going on with the Bat?

My earlier post about how none of the batkids want the cowl got a surprising amount of notes, so I wanted to expand on it a bit.

To prove that none of them would be great at it, they all try the cowl for the night. This is the monthly rogue meeting:

Complete silence at Arkham as a good chunk of the local villains sit in a circle of chairs, waiting for the last one to be filled before beginning.

Riddler: Well he's clearly not showing, so I figured we might as well start this. So, riddle me this: The fuck is going on with the Bat the last week!?

Silence broken, all the people in the room start talking over one another.

Bane: Wait, I broke his back last week, you're saying he's up and running already???

Penguin: Well clearly you didn't break it well enough! The Bat damm near broke my nose on Tuesday! What's worse is he did it on the pole in the club! I had to watch the Batman slide down a fuckin' stripper pole to kick me in the face!!! (It was Dick's turn, he was having fun).

Riddler: I had a strange time with him on Monday, he didn't say a word. I know our dear Bat is hardly a man of eloquence, but he normally solves my riddles before catching me. This time, I was in the middle of a riddle about a fiddle when he just disappeared, next thing I know, he has me in a choke hold. (Cass was in a rush, so expedited the process).

Killer Croc: Bah! Yer all just weaklings! I've had no trouble from the Bat recently, in fact, I think he's getting soft in his old age. True, he did try to knife me, but then he stopped and started spouting some bull about how 'animals deserve rights' and that he refused to hurt me. Don't know what's gotten into him or where he got the fucking knife, but I'll take what I can get, y'all are just pussies. (Damian had a moral dilemma if Croc counted as an animal and whether he was still classed as vegan if he killed him).

Deadshot: I would have been happy if he just had a knife, on Thursday he interrupted my hit and just kept flash-banging me. By the end of it, I couldn't aim for shit, still can't see out my left eye! (Duke did not want to use his powers, just kind of panicked).

Black Mask: I didn't even get to fight the fucker, he just drained my bank account and left a note saying 'Batman wuz here'. Who does that to a guy? Some of that money wasn't even dirty!

Falcone: Sure it wasn't Sionis, just like how the bags of white powder in your basement was 'flour for cookies'. (Babs had fun with this, and, tbf to Black Mask, some of it was flour for cookies, he was hungry!).

Scarecrow: I dosed him and he started quoting my own thesis at me. He then listed my full address and social security number. I don't even know my own social security number, I don't know how he got it. He didn't even cry for his mummy and daddy like normal, just started listing what groceries I was out of. (He, once a stalker always a stalker, right Tim?).

Harley: I ain't seen the guy in a while, been leavin' me well alone. what about you Harv? Heard from tall, dark and gloomy recently?

Ivy: Harvey, you alright there?

Harvey is staring into the middle distance, eyes wide and hunched over.

Two-Face: He told me that my style was so last year and needed a new gimmick. He then asked if I was split all the way down. Then he said that I was a shit kisser and Oliver Queen was better. When did he kiss Oliver Queen? When did he kiss me? I... I don't-

Harvey trails off, maybe Stephanie was a bit brutal on the man.

Suddenly, the door slams open and shut, a purple and green shape panting and holding the door shut. The Joker is black and blue, and several wounds are bleeding heavily. They all turn to stare at him.

Joker: He's got a gun.

He collapses over, the remaining rogues run for their lives.

Jason is happy.

[grapejuicestyless]

I Am So Full Of Love

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: JJ Maybank never liked Kiara’s girlfriend, or so it seemed, she never expected him to care so much once she was gone, and he never expected her to miss him the same.(Mentions of coming to terms with sexuality and confusion and guilt.)

“I couldn’t do that to her.” Kiara explained as delicately as she could without being consumed by her own guilt.

But how can you gently explain to anyone how you’ve just lost the love of your life because you were too immature to be what she needed.

Y/n was a kind soul, deeply understanding and empathetic to everyone, no matter the background. While to others, the cut and figure eight were a clear divide between societies on the island, the rich, and the poor, the good and the great, she never once looked at the brand on her friends clothes or shamed someone for the amount of money in their pocket. She was simplicity, she was sweetness.

As good and pure as she was, she was also incredibly naive.

Naive, that was the word anyone would have used to describe her. Because she didn’t see the point of the divide between Kooks and Pogues, it also meant that Y/n fell for cruel peoples even crueler actions, and never once complained about the injustices that she faced.

Y/n never complained, and she took what she was given with a smile, even if what she was given was really nothing at all.

“I loved her, how could I not? She was everything I’d ever hoped for when I was younger. I spent every single math class watching the back of her head for years, praying that one day she would look back and just see me. It would be unfair for me to keep her away from a life she deserves simply because I love her.”

Kiara was right in the end, and everyone knew she was. She couldn’t offer anything to Y/n, and while her girlfriend readily gave, and gave, and gave, there was only so much to give before there was nothing left. Kiara recognized the signs of the burn out between them long ago, how Y/n seemed to scramble to find something more precious to give to her, how she devoted each part of herself to Kiara so willingly despite the risks, and Kiara watched as she ran out of love to spare, and her goals overtook her relationship. Her journey became more important than her heart, and she knew it would be unkind to string along someone whose heart was ten times too big for her chest.

“How did she take it?” Sarah asked quietly, leaning closer to the burning fire that everyone sat around. Kiara pulled her feet beneath her thighs, shifting in the old camping chair.

“She didn’t really say anything, actually. I mean, I wasn’t expecting a screaming match or crocodile tears, but, I thought she might have something to say to me. I did love her, I do love her, I did this for her. I at least deserved to hear some kind of goodbye.”

Kiara recalled her reluctant goodbye. One she never dreamed of saying. She used to swear on every star that if it were to end, it would be on her lovers terms. She never imagined she would be the one to cause her dearest Y/n to wander the county with a broken hearted gaze and an empty chest.

But thats the way life goes, and unfortunately for the couple, they were victims to unforeseen circumstances.

Kiara recalled how happy Y/n looked as she knocked on her front door, flowers in her hands, freshly picked on her way over simply because that’s who Y/n was, a girl who loved to give things to people just because she appreciated them. She was glowing, absolutely bursting with a vibrancy Kiara would always miss, but one that was no longer hers. Her knuckles that were stained green and the nails brushed with pollen. She was the sweetest spring after a nasty winter.

She remembered how Y/n wasn’t even the slightest bit skeptical or concerned when Kiara frowned and asked to speak to her. How Y/n sat and rubbed her back when she started to cry, her head laid in Y/n’s lap. In her lap. She cried and choked out apologies before killing her off, pulling away finally to end it and crush her girlfriend’s heart.

Her back was left cold as Y/n pulled away from her like she was poison, her touch distant and cold, and her eyes holding a thousand questions she would never ask.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry.” She swore, and the girl simply looked like she was still puzzling the pieces together.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.” She had assured Kiara, and in a sudden burst of emotion, wrapped her arms around her in a soul crushing hug. The sound of her lungs deflating and her heart cracking would haunt Kiara in her sleep for years, she knew it as soon as she let Y/n love her goodbye.

That was all that was shared between the pair before Y/n slipped away, the flowers still clasped tightly in her palms, the thorns stabbing into her skin at how tightly she began to grip them.

“At least someone got what they wanted though, right?” Kiara laughed bitterly and looked to JJ who sat across from her, seemingly processing the fact that this meant the bubbly girl wouldn’t be coming around anymore.

“Sorry?” He looked up from where his arms rested on his knees.

“Y/n won’t be coming around anymore. Isn’t that what you wanted?” Kiara laughed sadly, as if trying to find humor in her loss. Yet, even if Kiara seemed bitter, not even JJ could find any tears in her sad eyes.

“Why would I want that?” He didn’t find it amusing.

“You hated her, didn’t you?” Kiara’s smile faded slightly, as if part of her was hopeful that her friend would find some mean thing to say to make a poor situation better. As if he could find a flaw in her, Kiara could let her go easier.

JJ sat back and thought deeply, and then, when the idea was constructed and confirmed, he bit his tongue.

Sure, he had never been kind to Y/n, but it was never out of pure hatred. Well, maybe in a way it was, but not for the reasons everyone believed he had.

Kiara had been looking at the back of her head in math for years, tossing wads of paper at her to get her attention and writing thoughtful notes to her for her to receive before she even sat down. She slipped her words of affection in her locker, and offered her rides after school just to be closer to her.

Kiara chased what she wanted and got it, she had it. But what she failed to notice was how JJ’s eyes were glued to the same girls head from another side.

JJ had been watching her since they were kids. It wasn’t just because she was pretty, or kind, but because even in the darkest of times, she was always looking at the brightness of the future.

He’d been watching patiently from beside her in math class, always avoiding her watchful eyes and instead playing it off like he was looking out the window. Some days, when she was late to class, he would subtly scoot his desk closer to hers, and against his better judgment, he would silently hope Kiara wouldn’t come to class so he could partner with her.

But Kiara had her first, all because he had been too scared to get too close. Because in his mind, she was too good to be true, and he would rather live his life believing that than try and find out if he was wrong.

That’s why he hated her. Not because she was annoying, or naive, or too happy. But because every time he saw her, she reminded him of how much of a coward he was.

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Days passed, and dust sat in silence while pollen gathered on rusted window sills. A mark from her jean shorts stained JJ’s window. The heart stitched into the back pocket rubbed against the worn down wood. From all the times she’d tried to mend something that was never broken. Now, he sat and wondered quietly if he had let her in and stopped searching for answers he wasn’t meant to find, if she would ever stop by again to say hi.

He missed her. He figured everyone did, but despite Kiara’s broken heart, he still selfishly believed he missed her the most.

At first he didn’t get it, the hollow feeling in his chest, the stuttering heartbeats and the shallow breathing. How he constantly found himself tossing and turning only to wake up in a cold sweat at the loss of her image in his dreams, how her nose was never quite right, how he forgot all the parts of her he swore he’d never forget, how everything was fucked over nothing at all. He never had her, she wasn’t his so it made no sense to him.

It got so bad, he took himself to the library. The fucking library. And he searched for answers he was desperate to find. The computers were boxy and dusty, but worked faster and didn’t store memory like the one at John B’s house. He looked over his shoulders, partially embarrassed by how driven he was by the loss of a girl he had just told everyone he hated. But JJ Maybank never knew when to stop, so he dug and dug and dug until there was nothing but molten lava that burnt his hands. And even then, he never learned to stop.

Grief.

The word that popped up onto his computer screen.

Deep sorrow; the experience of coping with loss.

Funny enough, he’d recognized it immediately. He didn’t need the definition. He’d known it all his life, and he’d heard it on her tongue. How she grieved their friendship that never was. He recalls the first of her many visits he took for granted.

He wishes he had reached out, held her hand, even if it wasn’t his to hold. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin against the roughness of his palms and feel the sickness lessen in his skin where it rotted.

He recalled her like the softest thing that ever was, a gentle reminder that when winter passed, spring has to come, that the bad is only temporary. And still he had grit his teeth and bit her neck like a scared dog whenever what he lost got to comfortable.

“I’m not…I’m not into girls.” She spoke softly, her knees tucked beneath her thighs, her jean shorts pressed against the old windowsill. Her voice was soft, scared, tender. The first of many confessions in an old bedroom that belonged to neither of them. The first of many attempts for her kindness to break through his resentment and dreams of a clandestine arrangement.

“That’s bullshit.” JJ snorted bitterly, but the sadness in her eyes made his sharp tongue bleed with how hard he bit down on it. His eyes softened, her node was red. She seemed torn.

“Or, maybe I don’t know. All I’ve ever wanted was a man. That’s all I’ve ever known…but then she kisses me, really kisses me and she touches me like she doesn’t just want what’s between my legs and I think maybe she’s all I’ve ever wanted.” She smiles, her vision unfocused and stuck to the carvings JJ engraved with the edge of his blade.

He wants to tell her he could touch her like that, because when he imagines their arrangement that be desires so bad, he doesn’t list after her like the others. He has no desire to place his hands down her thighs, but rather to lay his head between her breasts and listen to the gentle beat of her heart, to let his hair tickle her chin as they fall asleep entangled in their warm little affection.

But he doesn’t, because she’s scared, and Kiara’s the first to ever change her perspective. To make her wonder if theres more to her heart than just boys, and all he wants is to so badly brush her cheek and kiss away her phantom tears.

“You don’t have to know.” He surprises himself with the gentleness of his voice. Despite his jealousy, his dark disease that rots away under his skin, he masks his anger with a deeper sadness that reflects as numbness across his angry face.

Her eyes flicker up to meet his, and a smile spreads across her face. A smile he so dearly adores.

“What if I don’t ever know?” She asks like he would know, and he doesn’t. Not because he can’t wonder, but because all he’s ever known is her.

“You will.” He promises. His fingers twitch. He almost touches her. Almost. But fear stops him, and instead he lets his stomach twist up in a disgustingly deep grief, a feeling he was so familiar with when it came to losing her he forgot what it felt like because it was all he’d come to know.

“Will you look at me any differently?” She asks timidly. She reaches out to brush the blonde curl out of his face. Her skin is warm, and she rests her palm on his shoulder before sliding it down to interlock their fingers.

She’s like a deer. A shy, but beautiful little thing. Soft and sweet, but destructive when you hit it. He wants to touch her back, but he knows the destruction he would cause. He wants to tease her, but the tears in her eyes scare him, and instead he is forced to share the honesty that he wishes he never spoke.

“How could I ever?”

He thinks of her always, and his fingers twitch, yearning to close the distance between them. He wonders if he she wonders about his sickness too.

She does. Of course she does. She see’s him in everything she does. The waves at the beach, she swears he’s there beneath the barrel of the water, his blonde locks poking out as he crashes down towards the shore. The softness of his usually rough voice. The bitterness in his comments, how he teased her and yelled and tossed his arms around like he could ever scare her.

She looks at him in passing. Wishes math class was still a constant so she could keep scooting her chair closer to his. She wanted him so badly, yearned for his affection, even if it was in private, yet publicly Kiara has swept her away. So she kept her touch fleeting and her eyes wandering.

Everyday she prayed the sickness would be sucked out of her, the way her bones seemed to ache whenever he was away. How could she love someone so mean to her? Yet, she always had, and in their stolen math class glances, secretly she wishes he had asked her first, and instead of the fading scent of Kiara’s sweet perfume she’d grown fond of, it could be the clean scent of his deodorant smeared across her sheets as their limbs became a tender entanglement of sweat and laughter on a hot summer day.

She walks past the docks by the chateau, where the old fishing boat bobbed in the water on calm days like today, and fishing rods lean against rotting wood to dry. Water drips rhythmically, and her eyes catch the building puddle beneath a rusted bucket that rings with every droplet.

Her body hits something hard, a softness cushioning the collision and a soft grunt sounding in the air. She stumbles back, yet a pair of large, rough hands grip her hands so securely, she finds her footing easily.

“Still clumsy I see.” He taunts, and when their eyes lock, it’s the same teasing glance she had been missing so desperately.

“JJ.” She breathes like he’s an angel sent from heaven. Like suddenly the air was clearer.

“Surprised you still remember me, sunshine. Thought Kiara had shaken me out of you.” He grins like a dork, and though the mention of an ex-lover that had ripped out her heart should have hurt, especially with how hard and vulnerable she had loved Kiara, it didn’t. The sting was masked by the swelling in her chest that only ever came when he was around.

“You have a face I could never forget.” She smiles, and her wide eyes search the slope of his nose and the curve of his cheeks. Her sweetness that he cherished so deeply catches him off guard, the warmth from her lips a foreign language from how much time had been stolen from them.

He clears his throat in an attempt to pass the lump.

“You miss me so much you had to come stalk me?” He lifts a brow, and for the first time since she can recall, maybe even since Kiara had ripped her heart out and left nothing but numbness in her ribs, she lets out a laugh. A real, honest laugh. She can’t be surprised though, she can’t recall a time JJ hadn’t made her laugh.

“Maybe I was just reminiscing on our math days. Muscle memory to come bring you your homework I guess.” She smiled brightly, and for a moment, JJ let his act slip, and the teasing smirk became a soft grin.

There was a beat of silence, and then, a deep breath that escaped between her pink lips.

“It’s just nice to get out, you know? It’s been a long couple weeks and I just missed the area. It feels weirdly safe even knowing it doesn’t belong to me, but her.”

JJ thought it was an odd thought to have, how in just barely two weeks a person can completely commit to wiping away their sacred moments at the expense of another. How readily she accepted that she could no longer enjoy the same flowers he did because they were Kiara’s first, and in her mind, she would always let Kiara be happier than she was even if it wasn’t her fault.

He hummed, and his hand twitched the same way it used to when her jeans marked his windowsill. He sighed and looked out at the small boat and the fishing rod he had laid out for this afternoon.

JJ felt something pull at his chest, the way Y/n swayed on her feet like she would turn and leave with her tail between her legs the minute he raised his arm and pointed towards the dirt roads. But as much as he played the part, he would never be that guy, and he never could be.

“Why don’t you come with me today.” He suggested, though, it wasn’t really a question, more like he was telling Y/n she was coming with him.

She looked surprised, her thumb picking at her nails on her pinkies and her lip tugged beneath her teeth.

“JJ, if this is a sympathy thing, really I don’t need it I can just go home.” She began waving her arms around like a mad woman, pointing in directions that made no sense even to her in her flustered state.

JJ raised his pointer and pressed it against her pink lips. They were softer than he recalled from all the times he used to cup his palm over her mouth when her giggles became too bubbly and loud, and sometimes even infectious.

“No, I want you to come. So come.” He nodded, looking at her through his brows, his head tilted down as he pretended to roll his eyes. If only he could have felt the girlish excitement she felt at his sincere words.

“Okay, yeah, I’d like that.” She smiled, her voice softer than before.

For once, when his hand twitched he followed it, and his fingers wrapped around hers tightly, engulfing her palm in his hand. He was bigger than her in all ways, except maybe emotionally, and in some weird way, wanted nothing more than to help her despite feeling sorry for himself.

JJ stole glances as he led Y/n down the dock, his lovesick expression hidden by the way the breeze blew his beach blonde girls over his face. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and kiss her until all she knew were his lips, but that wasn’t fair to her, and he knew it was especially not fair to Kiara, who had been quieter with each passing day. So he pushed it down, and prayed it would go away for just a moment of clarity.

The boat rocked steadily on the water. JJ sat in the back behind the wheel while she sat by the front, the wind blowing her hair back like some cheesy romance movie. The sun hit her skin, sinking in against her freckles and speckling the highlights in her hair. She looked perfect, she looked different, like she carried a sadness so complex, for once JJ didn’t know how to dissect it.

He stopped the boat when he got so far out, nobody could hear them, as if for this very moment in time, they were just a distant memory on the shore.

She stared out at the waves with a thoughtful expression, and JJ wanted to know how to stick his fingers between the curves of her brain.

“Whats going on in that head of yours?” He asked softly, standing up to sit down across from her. Like always, she tucked her legs under her, and sat as small as she could despite the vast space around her she had to stretch out.

She stayed quiet for a moment, and then bit her lip. It was weird, JJ thought it was weird because he knew that look, she showed him her full hand of cards and she hadn’t even realized it because JJ knew that tick. He knew her throat was burning and he knew how badly she longed for the feeling of togetherness that had been missing since Kiara let her walk away.

“I’m just…I’m angry.” She confesses softly. “And I’m not sure if I have the right to be.”

Her eyes met JJ’s, and even now as shes beginning to come undone he swears she only gets more beautiful.

“It’s just so confusing sometimes. It took me so long to come to terms with the fact that I like girls the way I like boys and…I had nobody to tell me it was alright that I was scared. Kiara was already so sure of herself, and I couldn’t tell anyone else because nobody would understand. I felt like maybe I was sick or something. Like I was a problem because I should be proud of it, and everyone should know but I was just figuring it out myself and…maybe I wasn’t ready but I just loved her so damn much.” The truth came spilling out like hot lava, her fear, her acceptance and her pride for her sexuality, yet the loneliness of having not a single hand to hold and the all consuming feelings of utter affection for the woman that opened her eyes.

“Afraid?” JJ couldn’t help but ask. A sob ripped through her throat.

“All I’ve ever wanted was what I’ve been told. A nice house, a husband that loves me and children to care for. I want a real career with a fulfilling reward like a doctor or a scientist. But all of a sudden maybe I don’t because maybe my husband’s my wife and the children don’t exist because all I see is myself traveling the world with Kiara leading the way.” She talks nonsense, her eyes closed while the backs of her wrists work to keep the tears from slipping down her cheeks.

“And it terrifies me because at the same time, all I want is this stupid boy to look at me the way I look at him and I wonder if I really love Kiara or if I love the way she loves me. And I’m guilty all the time, and then just as I’m figuring everything out and spending my time picking flowers for the girl I love more than anyone in the world, she lays her head in my lap and tells me she doesn’t want me anymore.” Her rambling keeps going until it bubbles into desperate breaths and shaky hands. JJ can’t help but reach out for her and pull her in close.

“And the worst part is I’m not sure if I can even feel sorry for her because the whole time while I’m painting rainbows down my arms and finally loving who I love, I’ve been loving this boy too.” She breathes, and suddenly, the tears stop.

“Because as much as I loved her, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”

JJ freezes, he thinks for a moment he hasn’t heard her right. The same sweet, gentle Y/n who cried about loving Kiara so deeply, who lived in confusion and fear over labeling things she wasn’t ready to label, the same girl who he sat next to every day in math class wishing her lips would be on his had just confessed six words he never thought he’d actually hear.

“What?” He nearly mouthed, all the air struck out of his lungs.

“I love you, JJ Maybank.” She says dejectedly, her shoulders slumping and her cheeks stained from her tears. “And I love Kiara Carrera too.”

They sat in silence for a moment, and then, JJ’s eyes met her.

“Do you remember when you asked me if I’d look at you differently when you first started figuring out you were into girls too?” JJ asked softly. Y/n nodded, wiping her face.

“I told you I wouldn’t, and I meant it. I love you more than anything in this world, as much as I give you shit. Who you love can never change that, because you are so alive and full of it, how could I even try to act differently towards you?” He meant every word.

Neither of them saw her love life as something to be ashamed of. But rather, just a different kind of love, a good different. Maybe JJ wasn’t like her in that sense, maybe he couldn’t like boys and girls like she could, but he knew Y/n and he knew Kiara and he knew just how special both of them were. The people they took to bed could never change his perception of them, and so to see Y/n struggle so deeply after losing the person who made her see who she truly was hurt his heart.

“I have loved you since before I knew what love even was. And I’ll keep loving you until I forget it too.” He confessed, his hands now cupping her jaw so tenderly, holding her together like she might break.

“You are perfect, and I’ve been grieving just the thought of you gone, I can’t imagine how you can’t see how perfect you are too.”

JJ wasn’t the sentimental type, he didn’t have a way with words or know what to say at the right time, but he always knew how to help her, he knew her, and he loved her just like she loved him, and just how she once loved Kiara.

Between heavy breaths, her lips connected with his, a soft, hesitant kiss that you rarely see in the movies, just testing out the waters like it might kill her to swim deeper. But he kissed her back, and pulled her in tightly until her body had to uncurl and wrap around him instead.

When they pulled apart, all he saw was her, and all she tasted was him.

“Will you look at me differently now?” Y/n asked, her voice timid just like it had been all those months ago.

JJ shook his head.

“No, because I’ve always looked at you this way.”

Authors Note: I don’t usually put authors notes at the end of these short writing but I felt this was very important. As someone who has very openly explored their sexuality and experienced periods of time where they felt scared or anxious about figuring it out, it’s okay to not know, and nobody will judge you for not putting a label on anything yet. It’s so important to remember that we all love the same, and it’s such a tender and vulnerable thing to experience. Don’t ever let anyone’s judgment dictate who you decide to love, there’s always someone out there who will support you, maybe you just haven’t met them yet! If anyone is struggling or needs someone to talk to, my inbox is always open and I am always so happy and willing to chat. :) Happy early pride month to all who celebrate!

[stonesparrow]

”Just” Friends

Senku’s clubmates express surprise at Senku betting so much money on Yuzuriha not rejecting Taiju’s confession…because they thought she liked him.

Ao3

“A hundred yen says he gets rejected,” Yamada says. 

Senku raises an eyebrow as he bends over to open his school bag. They’re placing bets now? Well, he supposes it isn’t surprising. High schoolers will try to make a game out of anything, even someone else’s love confession. 

“Three hundred yen says he gets rejected hard,” Suzuki snickers. 

Well clearly they don’t know much about Yuzuriha. Senku grabs the energy drink from his bag. It’s odd though—she and Taiju come by the lab often enough that he thought his clubmates would have at least picked up on the tension there. How unobservant. 

“Five hundred yen says he gets rejected at full power!” Edamura exclaims.

Senku stands up. Heh. Might as well make some money off of these idiots.

“Ten thousand yen says she actually accepts,” he says casually, leaning back up against the windowsill as he opens his drink.

Three voices suddenly slam against his ears. “SERIOUSLY??!”

Senku smirks. “You’re welcome to drop out if you’re scared to lose,” he says, closing his eyes and taking a swig. 

“But—huh?!” Yamada splutters. “You mean you’re not secretly going out with Ogawa yourself?”

Senku abruptly sprays the entire mouthful of energy drink all over the floor, hacking and coughing. “Wh—“ he wheezes, trying to clear his airway. “What?! Why would I—what the fuck gave you that idea?!”

“Because she likes you?” Suzuki says, sounding equally bewildered. 

Senku can’t stop coughing. “Huh?!”

“Yeah, isn’t it kind of obvious?” Edamura frowns. “Like, ever since the start of the school year, the way she greets you…”

—————

Edamura was so excited for the first day of school, especially since he was a second year now! Now he could be the cool suave senpai to the cute first-year girls coming in!

Oh, there was one now! A petite girl with shoulder-length brown hair and a white headband was scrolling on her phone outside the school store. She looked kind of anxious—maybe she was lost? 

Edamura grinned. Perfect! He could see it now—he’ll sidle up to her, casually ask if she needs help, and she’ll beam with gratitude and admiratio—

“Did you seriously get lost on the first day?”

The girl’s eyes light up like the sun. “Senku-kun!” 

She runs over to a boy with pale spiky hair. “Morning! It’s so great to see you again!”

The boy raises an eyebrow. “What’s with you? You just saw me at graduation.”

The girl laughs sheepishly. “I just wanted to make sure I got to say hi—it sucks that we’re in different classes this year…”

“Tch. Next time, wait outside where we can see you,” the boy says, turning and walking away. “Come on, better find the idiot before the bell rings.”

The girl follows, tucking her hands behind her back as she leans forward and looks up at him with a sweet smile.

“Yeah.”

Edamura stares after them. A bond formed in middle school, huh? Must be nice…

—————

“She’s always so happy to see you and get your attention,” Edamura says. “Eagerly waiting for you at the door, asking you to come model for her at the crafts club, asking you to eat lunch together…” 

Senku’s eyes widen. 

Yamada nods. “And then there’s how she helps out in the lab…”

—————

Yamada blinks at the pretty brunette who’s just entered the science lab with Ishigami and begun setting up beakers on a table, with the whole club staring in confusion. “Eh? Aren’t you…Ogawa-san from the crafting club? What are you doing here?”

The girl stands up. “Oh, I’m helping Senku-kun out with an experiment today,” she says cheerfully. “Sorry, is that alright? He said it should be fine and I got the okay from my club president to leave, but Senku-kun can be rather lax about getting permission for things…”

“I told you, it’s not a big deal,” Ishigami says. “Right?” He stares at the club with piercing scarlet eyes. 

“No, I—yeah it should be fine,” Yamada says lamely. Everyone hesitantly turns back to their own projects, though Yamada notices quite a few of the club members are sneaking peeks at what Ishigami and Ogawa are doing on occasion.  

“Ah, Senku-kun!” Ogawa says suddenly. “Your goggles are slipping! Here, let me get that—“

She peels off her gloves and reaches over to Ishigami, who obligingly leans over and allows her to readjust his safety goggles. As she does, she gently brushes his hair out of his eyes and tucks it behind his ears with a warm smile. “There we go!”

“Mm,” Ishigami says, turning back to the experiment. He and Ogawa seem completely oblivious to the many eyes now fixed on them.

Yamada grits his teeth together. You lucky bastard! Man…if only I had a cute assistant…

—————

“I totally thought it was some sort of sick power play at first,” Yamada grumbles as Senku’s eyes somehow get even wider. “She’s just so affectionate with you, messing with your hair or poking your face, sometimes rubbing her fist on your arm playfully. There wasn’t a need to flaunt it in front of us!”

“Ugh, yeah,” Suzuki sighs. “Like that time when you forgot your lunch…”

—————

“Ugh, where is it…” Senku grumbles, rifling around his bag.

“Can’t find your lunch?” Taiju asks, opening his own neatly packed bento.

“Apparently,” Senku sighs, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded. After a moment, he smacks his forehead with a palm. “Ah. I left it on the counter again.”

“For a guy who has the entire periodic table memorized, you sure have a hard time with little things like that, Senku,” Suzuki points out. 

 Senku shrugs and starts to stand up. “Whatever. I’ll just grab some chips from the vending machine.”

“Oh no you don’t!” 

Suzuki startles. Ogawa Yuzuriha is pointing accusingly at Senku from the doorway, a pink fabric-wrapped bento dangling from her hand. 

She marches over to Senku’s desk, plopping her lunch on top of it and unwrapping the contents. “You’re going to eat something substantial, and you’re not going to complain about it!”

Senku rolls his eyes as Yuzuriha perches on top of his desk and plucks a piece of tamagoyaki out of her lunch, holding it out to him. “You need to eat too, dumbass,” he says. Taiju slaps him lightly on the back, which makes him choke on his spit.

“Don’t call her a dumbass!”

Yuzuriha sighs, the hard gaze in her eyes softening. “Come on, please? We’ll let you pay for ramen next time.”

Senku stares at her for a moment. 

“Ugh, fine.” He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, and she deposits the tamagoyaki into it with a satisfied smile. 

Suzuki stares. Letting a cute girl feed you…you really have no shame, Senku!

—————

“She’s always taking care of you like that,” Suzuki sighs. “Commenting on how much sleep you got, offering to repair your clothes, watching over you when you pass out in gym…”

“Yeah she’s like, literally the perfect girlfriend,” Edamura says. 

“I…huh?” Senku wheezes. “None of that was—you guys didn’t actually think we were dating, did you?”

“Well…if not that, then we figured it was only a matter of time,” Yamada says.

“The HELL?!”

“Senku.” Suzuki puts a hand on his shoulder with a serious expression. “Ogawa Yuzuriha is the prettiest girl in our grade. The only reason none of the other guys have tried confessing before is because they thought you’d electrocute them.”

 Senku stares at him incredulously. Well that seems kind of presumptuous. He promised his dad he wouldn’t electrocute assholes anymore. Although…if any boy had gone and made Yuzuriha uncomfortable with a pushy confession…yeah he could see himself considering it. Wait, that’s not the point here! 

“Well it’s not like that!” He exclaims shrilly. “Not one millimeter! I can’t…fucking hell, you actually thought all that was her being in love with me?”

“How are you so convinced she’s not?” Edamura asks. 

“Because she told me she’s in love with Taiju!” Senku snaps. “And anyone with half a brain can see it! It’s been like that since we were in fifth grade—ask anyone who knew us then!”

“Wait, you’re serious?” Yamada blinks. “You’re really…just friends?”

Senku’s face suddenly darkens, and all three boys freeze. 

“Just friends?”

He stares at them, red eyes gleaming. The boys hold their breath as he speaks, the words slipping past his lips like the hiss of a deadly rattlesnake. 

“Are you fuckers saying,” he growls, “that if Yuzuriha treated you like she does me, it would mean less to you than the promise of something romantic? That you’d let her offer you her time, her energy, her insights, her skills, her compassion, her trust, and yet call it an inferior level of relationship?”

His gaze narrows. “Because if that’s the case, then electrocution would be far too merciful.”

A thunderous, joyful shout echoes from the window—Taiju is hugging a laughing Yuzuriha with tears streaming down his face. Senku looks over, and suddenly his expression softens, the corner of his mouth turning up.

“Well, that’s settled,” he says airily, turning away from the terrified looks of his clubmates and downing what remains of his drink. “I’ve got some morons to make fun of. You can deposit the ten thousand yen each into my shoe locker whenever you like.” 

Partway down the hall, he stops and turns his head. “You know. Yuzuriha’s always saying I shouldn’t be so harsh. And maybe she’s right. Maybe your brains are so hormone poisoned that they’ve rotted away into uselessness, so I should try offering advice instead.”

He tosses his empty can into a nearby recycling bin. “If a girl like Yuzuriha calls you her friend, show some fucking gratitude. That kind of title isn’t just handed over. It’s earned.”

Senku disappears down the stairs, leaving three very bewildered teenagers behind.

“That was terrifying,” Suzuki squeaks.

“But…you know,” Yamada says hesitantly, “maybe he has a point?”

“If friendships can be like that too…” Edamura murmurs.

“Then friendship with girls…might be really cool,” Yamada finishes.

“…Haaaah,” Suzuki sighs. “We were acting pretty immature I guess…”

“And now we need to come up with thirty thousand yen,” Edamura notes.

All three let out a long groan. 

Outside in the courtyard, a new couple greets their best friend with happy tears, absorbing his acerbic ribbing with the ease and warmth of the kind of love that only they could have built. 

[heartsforjohnnycake]

i need to stop shitposting so heres a few hcs that randomly came to me

johnny can fuck up a tomato. he fucking LOVES them they’re his favorite food and it’s absolutely insane. ponyboy stares at him on concern as this boy absolutely ruins a tomato on the kitchen counter. i mean juice EVERYWHERE, his shirt is soaked, his face has seeds on it, hell there are seeds in his HAIR. he absolutely adores tomatoes they’re his favorite food

dallys hair is dead. like, dead dead. like it stands straight up. the ROOTS are fucked up. he’s crazy and his hair proves it

the curtis brothers were middle class before their parents died. like very much lower-middle class but had more money than they do now (i might have gone in-depth but if i can’t find a post i’ll link it here)

johnny does weed. he buys it from curly who steals it from tim. don’t ask how he gets the money, it’s DEFINITELY not legal.

two-bit is never home and his mom isn’t either so his sister (about 12-13) is left home alone almost all the time. it’s really worrying, sometimes darry will take time on sundays at noon to bring her a dish and eat with her, since he knows two-bit won’t…

soda and steve are very touchy people but since its the 60s they use roughhousing to be close to each other

[satorella]

Note: (Request from 01/13/25) I hope this was to your liking anon! I’m sorry it took so long, there was a lot of asdfghjkl moments while trying to come up with the drama/angst for this, and I had some writer’s block for a bit as well😅 Anyways! I did tweak this around again lol. But nonetheless, iss hereeee. This’ll be my last for the Unrequited au bc I can’t hurt bae like this again🥺

“𝐔𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝” 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

(𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞)

So as it turns out, Jinpachi Ego was looking for a temporary assistant to help out his current assistant, Anri Teieri.

Luckily for you, you took online classes, and everyone at Blue Lock was already familiar with you. You were the perfect “match” for the job, (pun intended), as Ego said. This means you get to finally see your boyfriend on the daily again, while also making a bit of money!

“Are your parents actually cool with you staying here? I mean I know it’s only a temp position, but you know how they are…” Isagi asks while he walks you to your new personal employee living space. “They were thrilled, surprisingly.” You shrugged. “They’re probably just happy they can get a few months of alone time.” “Babe! Ew!” You gave him a playful shove. He chuckles, grabbing your hand and holding it against his chest. “I’m thrilled too. I miss you.”

“Ah, I knew I heard the voice of an Engel [Angel] around here somewhere!” Kaiser suddenly appears at the other end of the hall, interrupting your sweet moment. “This fucker again…” Isagi grumbles under his breath. “Language, Yoi.” You whispered to him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before turning to look at Kaiser and giving him a polite smile. “Hi Micha.” He returns your polite smile. “What’re you doing over here, Kaiser?” Isagi asks. Kaiser looks at him, his polite smile slowly fading. “I wanted to congratulate and welcome the newest member of Blue Lock.” “You just keep tabs on everything around here, don’tcha?” Isagi forces a smile, his eye slightly twitching again. You noticed that only seems to happen whenever he interacts with Kaiser, sometimes Rin too. “Only on the things that matter.” Kaiser’s eyes flickered over to you for a quick second, before going back to Isagi. No one else, including you, would have thought anything about that minor, innocent action. But to Isagi, it was loud and clear. Sensing your boyfriend’s subtle mood switch, you decided to interrupt. “We should go unpack my things now. Nice to see you, Micha. And thank you!” You dragged Isagi past him.

Kaiser gets a whiff of your scent and takes it all in…

“I hate that guy.” Isagi blurts once you guys were in the privacy of your new room. “Micha? Why?” You genuinely were confused. “God you’re so naive sometimes babe. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of you.” He kisses your forehead before moving to open up one of your boxes. Eh? “What’s wrong with Micha? He’s nice…” Isagi’s eye twitches again at your obvious naivety, but he can’t blame you. “Of course you’d think that. You’re too nice and innocent to pick up on how much of a jerk he really is.” He rolls his eyes and continued unpacking your stuff for you. You frowned, walking up to him and cupping his face in your hands. “You know I don’t like when you talk like that…” Isagi lets out a soft sigh as he leans into your touch, his hard expression softening just for you. “I know, I know… sorry love.” He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, burying his face in your shoulder. “Maybe if you got to know him better, you’d feel differently, hm?” You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He lets out a satisfied hum at your touch, holding you closer against him. “I doubt it… that guy just rubs me the wrong way… I don’t like the way he looks at you… and I don’t like how he acts familiar with you.”

“So… was it… a mistake for me to apply here at Blue Lock?… I thought it’d be great because then we’d get to see each other everyday again rather than just the weekends… but if it’s going to start problems… then…” Your voice was soft, with a hint of sadness in it. God, you were so cute. Isagi pulls away from your shoulder and looks up at you with an expression full of nothing but the utmost love and adoration for you. “No! No baby, it’s not a mistake at all. I really am happy to have you here. Seeing you every day is going to be like old times! I’m excited!” He smiles up at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “…It’s just… that damn guy. Be careful around him.” You simply nod your head in understanding. “Good. Now, let’s open up this one.” He grabs another box. Your eyes widen, “Wait! Don’t-” But it was too late. “…Umm babe? What are… these…?” He raises a brow at you.

“Unfortunately, my work is getting pretty backed up and I don’t have time to just really sit there and do the research. So what you’ll be doing is helping Ego come up with workout routines and strict diet plans. From now on, you’re in charge of keeping the guys healthy and in shape.” Anri explains your job position. “Okay, seems easy enough.” You flipped through the guy’s medical files. “It may sound easy, but you really have to put your foot down with these athletes, Y/n. Take Ego here for example. He doesn’t listen to any of my nutrition advice.” She rolls her eyes, while Ego slurps on some ramen noodles. “I’m hoping you can be a better example for them. They seem to be very fond of you.” You smiled and nodded. “I’m on it.”

After a couple hours into your first day of work, you heard familiar voices through Ego’s big monitor screen while organizing your new desk. You looked up, and saw that the guys were in the cafeteria having lunch.

“So you know that Kaiser guy has an eye out for our Y/n-chan, right?” Bachira asks in his usual playful tone. Isagi chokes on his food before composing himself, clearing his throat. “Yeah… I already warned her.” Isagi answers. “Y/n may be a bit naive, but she’s not stupid.” Chigiri adds. “How do you feel about that though? Like he actively seeks her out, just to piss you off.” Reo asks, shaking his head. “This is why girls are nothing but trouble…” Nagi mumbles while playing on his phone as usual. “Why are we talking about this?” Rin barks. “Just worried about sweet Y/n-chan, is all… aren’t you worried for her, Rinnie?” Bachira giggles. Rin scoffs, turning his face away as a hint of pink lightly started to color his cheeks at hearing your nickname for him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. I just have other things to worry about. Like, oh I don’t know, becoming the number one striker.” Rin pokes at his food, “And also… don’t call me that.” “But Y/n-chan calls you tha-” “She’s the only exception because it doesn’t sound stupid coming from her.” Rin gets up to leave. Like Kaiser, Rin had a somewhat soft spot for you as well. It could easily just be seen as respect, but Bachira was able to figure out the signs, as small as they may be. Though unlike Kaiser…

Rin knew his place.

“Here’s your bowl, sir.” You handed Ego another bowl of ramen, and made one for yourself as well. During your breaks, you sat next to him and watched the guys on the big screen. This was pretty much what you’ve been doing for the last few weeks since you started working at Blue Lock. You hadn’t seen Isagi as much as you’d hoped. His schedule was strict, while yours was busy. You guys only had about enough time for a quick kiss on the cheek when you passed each other in the hallways. But you saw him on the monitor screen often, so you weren’t too down in the dumps about it.

“Why so blue, mein schatz?” Kaiser suddenly says from behind you while you were getting a drink from a vending machine just outside of the cafeteria; his breath tickling the shell of your ear. “Micha! My goodness, don’t scare me like that.” You jumped, turning around to face him.

You shouldn’t have done that...

“I’ve been thinking about you.” His face was so close to yours. “Oh?” You swallowed hard, “W-What about me…?” “Just how beautiful you are, of course. And kind. And smart… everything I want in a lover.” He answers, trailing the tip of his finger along your jawline. “Your baking is delicious. It makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

You couldn’t deny that you liked the attention. Kaiser’s words were like honey. They made you melt. You’ve been so deprived of this. With Isagi being gone for weeks because of joining Blue Lock, and now too busy to even see each other when you guys were under the same damn roof. You’ve probably seen Kaiser more than him.

Kaiser’s lips hovered over yours… making you snap out of it.

You quickly turned your face away before the situation could escalate any further. “What are you doing, Micha…” He sensed the disappointment in your voice. “I know what I want, and I take it.” He answered bluntly, voice low and soft. “Even when ‘what you want’ is already in love with someone else?” He huffs at your words, “That ‘someone’ probably doesn’t even remember that you’re here. While I’ve been thinking about you the whole time. Worried if you’ve settled in okay. Has he even bothered to check up on you? I bet you haven’t spoken him since your first week. I always use some of my free time to come see you, can he say the same?”

He had a point, but you knew how much this all meant to Isagi. You couldn’t be angry at your boyfriend for having dreams and goals…

“Micha, I’m in a happy… loving… relationship. I’m not giving it up any time soon.” You stated firmly. “Even for me? For the love and life I could give you?” His brows slightly furrowed, but not in frustration, more like in despair. It tugged at your heart strings. You hated hurting people, but what he was doing wasn’t the right way to go about things.

“You should go before Ness comes looking for you.” You gently pushed at his chest, making him take a step back. “Focus on soccer, not me.” Surprisingly, he nodded in understanding; not wanting to push you into doing something that you might regret. He loved you that much.

“Maybe in another life.” He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “If you’re ever in Germany… give me a call, ja?”

Just as you watched him disappear down the hall, the love of your life emerges from the cafeteria.

“There you are! I finally got a little break.” Isagi wraps his arms around you and peppers your face in kisses, “Was that punk ass Kaiser you were talking to?” “Yeah.” You gave him a small smile. “Eugh. What’d he want now?” He rolls his eyes.

You decided to keep what just happened to yourself, for now anyway. Both Isagi and Kaiser needed to focus on their careers. Mentioning Kaiser’s confession would only stir the pot even more; competing for a girl, rather than for the title of being the #1 Striker. It would ruin the purpose of being here at Blue Lock.

You looked up at your boyfriend. Your wonderful goddamn boyfriend. How did you honestly get so lucky?

You shook your head, “Nothing important.”

Isagi smiles that handsome smile, “Okay. Well, you hungry?” He leads you into the cafeteria.

“Y/n-chan! Ya made it for lunch!” Bachira chimes as soon as he sees you approaching their table. You smiled and greeted the rest of the guys, joining them.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

“In another life” my ass.

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ㅤOn the day the guy from your AP art class that you'd been eyeing for several weeks finally asked you out to the dance, you sprinted to Senku's house to tell him.

ㅤKnowing each other for years now, it was just natural that he was the first person you'd alert.

ㅤNot even your nice friends that complain about schoolwork and convince you to go out with them once a week instead of studying, or your classmates that you only speak to in class when there's nothing to do who ask you for answers and notes during breaks, but Senku.

ㅤThe guy who's most likely to either solve climate change or become a dictator and involve you in his madness either way.

ㅤYou don't know when exactly it hit you that you wanted to start doing less advanced schoolwork and more socializing, but you did know that Senku wasn't interested in it. He was always trying to drag you away from your friends to pull you back in the lab, putting you through Olympic sports level studying over college courses you weren't even planning to take, and running statistics on socialization to prove to you how useless it is compared to science.

ㅤSure, it was probably sweet in Senku's weird way of showing his care, but this time, you got asked out.

ㅤTo a school dance.

ㅤThis is revolutionary for you.

ㅤ"Hate to break it to you, but you're gonna have to cancel your little dance date thing," Senku interrupted, right when you were describing how the guy smoothly asked you after class.

ㅤ"What?" You blinked. "Why?"

ㅤ"I need your help setting up the telescope so we can compare Saturn's moons' orbits over the course of the night. Visibilty rate is the best on the night of the dance before the weather decides to start coating everything in snow," he said casually. Senku hadn't spared so much so a glance since you started talking.

ㅤWith him in his chair, scribbling down notes—probably memorizing each of Saturn's moons—you sat on his bed, fidgeting with a rubix cube in your lap.

ㅤ"Who's we? I'm going to the dance, Senku. You can collect your data by yourself because I'm not skipping out on this just for you." You rolled your eyes. "Ask Taiju, maybe."

ㅤ"Taiju's going with Yuzuriha, and I'd rather disturb your night over theirs because they have a more solid relationship than you and your little art buddy do."

ㅤYou huffed. Arguing over whose date should be prioritized more was useless.

ㅤ"Then you're on your own, Senku. I want to go. I got asked," You stated.

ㅤSenku sighed and put down his pencil. "You're gonna regret it, ten billion percent." He turned to face you, but didn't exactly meet your eyes. "Gen told me that guy is an entrepreneur in asking girls out over bets for money."

ㅤYou frowned. "Are you saying I'm more likely to be a bet than a real date?" Your hands fell slack in your lap.

ㅤ"I'm saying that you need to think more logically about the people around you." He gestured towards the space around you with his hand then stood up and flicked your forehead. "Use that supposed brain of yours to make better decisions, idiot."

ㅤYou rubbed your forehead, it didn't hurt at all. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, you're not a licensed therapist and I don't feel comfortable taking life advice from someone who watches petri dishes for entertainment."

ㅤSenku turned back around, a smirk peeking at the corner of lips. He scoffed. "Alright, see through the consequences of your actions. Not my problem."

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ㅤOh how you loathe how right Senku is every time.

ㅤSitting in one of those cheap, black chairs the dance committee laid out at a table only you were at, your date was over an hour late and it was just now starting to sink in.

ㅤYou got stood up.

ㅤThis is unbelievable.

ㅤWith a sigh, you stopped your relentless tapping on the table and placed your chin in your hand as you watched everyone with sonder.

ㅤYour friends were occupied with their own dates. Taking pictures, dancing, sneaking off to make out in a bathroom stall, things you've never really pictured yourself doing but sometimes wished you could. More or less because you craved the real experience and making memories and not because you wanted a pair of lips trailing bacteria and saliva down your neck.

ㅤYeah, maybe you could cross that one off as unnecessary.

ㅤYou checked the time on your phone. 10:38 PM. Might as well go for a walk and rethink everything about your life, then come back with a new identity.

ㅤOne step outside and you had already made another regret: not bringing a thicker jacket.

ㅤHumiliation was stronger than your need for warmth, so you walked down the steps and strode into the night.

ㅤNo particular destination, just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and your shoes hitting the pavement with each step. A car or two would drive by and you'd wonder if they thought you were a loner, or maybe a runaway.

ㅤPassing a lampost, you grazed your fingers over the pole and observed the light and shadows sharply reacting to your bone structure. Your gaze softened at such a simple sight. Maybe if things had gone well, that hand would be warmer, held by the art guy who apparently profited over your emotional expense.

ㅤ"I can't help but respect the hustle. I would've done it for the yen, too," you softly whispered to yourself. You took a few more steps then collapsed on the bench next to the post, shivering at the cold.

ㅤYou sighed as you tilted your head up towards the moon, your breath coming out as white wisps. For a moment, you only counted the stars you could see.

ㅤThen warm tears began to trace your cheeks.

ㅤIf you weren't freezing cold, you would have lifted a hand or two to wipe them away. But it's okay. There's nobody around. You walked far enough to guarantee that. It's pretty stupid to be crying over something so trivial. You've shed a few tears over exams, failed experiments, teacher comments, normal things that you deemed worthy crying over because they were failures—important things that slipped past your logical thinking.

ㅤThis wasn't like that. This wasn't a test below 80% or a shattered beaker, this was your emotions. A consequence you couldn't have foreseen like you could with a grammatical error. All you did was say yes. All you wanted was a date.

ㅤYou closed your eyes, taking shaky breaths.

ㅤ"Moon, why does nothing ever go right for me?" You asked quietly, as if a round rock in earth's orbit could offer you comfort.

ㅤYou tilted your head back down and wiped the tears onto your sleeves.

ㅤ"... What the hell are you doing here?"

ㅤ"WHAT the FUCK, Senku—" you flinched and snapped your head towards the voice, recognizing him immediately. "—where did you—?"

ㅤ"Answer my question first," he deadpanned. Senku was wearing a much better coat than you were. Regular pajama pants, too, and bedhead hair.

ㅤYou turned your head away, still attempting to fix your whole crying situation. "I'm on a walk. Th—the school gym was crowded."

ㅤ"Uh huh." Reluctancy to tell the truth detected. Senku settled on analyzing you and piecing together what actually happened instead—not like it'd be hard, he saw this coming a week ago.

ㅤHe gave a dramatic sigh. "Move over."

ㅤHesitantly, you made room for him on the bench. He sat a little too close. No, that's probably you.

ㅤ"Art freak ditched you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"I'll take that as a yes. All your critical thinking deficient friends too busy to accompany you?"

ㅤSilence.

ㅤ"Damn, rough night."

ㅤ"Don't say it," you muttered, lowering your head a bit more.

ㅤHe smirked. "Say what?" He teased, leaning closer to you for more effect. "I told you—"

ㅤ"Senku," you stopped him, voice coming out with less confidence and stability than you intended. You sniffled.

ㅤSenku leaned back on the bench and stared straight ahead for a moment of silence. Uncomfortable silence, significantly on his part.

ㅤWere you crying? He could've deducted that from the sight of you moping on the bench earlier when he started walking here, but he sincerely hoped you weren't because he wouldn't know how to deal with that—how to make you feel better.

ㅤHe'd seen you cry before... from afar... with someone else handling it. After all these years, he still didn't wouldn't know what to do exactly.

ㅤOne time, you cried over a failed math test because your friends wanted to take you somewhere fun the night before. They said you worked too hard and that it was important for you to relax every now and then. Senku disagreed with their beliefs, always encouraged you to study more. When you started crying, he thought only about how he was right. When your friends started frantically apologizing, comforting you until you started smiling and laughing again, he wondered if he was wrong.

ㅤLogically, no, not at all.

ㅤEmotionally?

ㅤSenku never bothered with your questionable taste in the people you surround yourself with until then. He realized he forgot to factor in your emotional need for connection, experience, and comfort, and that's why you stuck around those gossipy idiots, half of whom are failing in at least two subjects.

ㅤSenku clicked his tongue and spoke up. "Look, you got stood up by some kid who'll probably be a deadbeat when he grows up, who cares? You'll live. You should be more above this, genius."

ㅤYou shifted slightly. "That's not helpful."

ㅤHe shrugged. "Tch, this isn't my sort of thing to do so have some empathy."

ㅤHe glanced at you and heard a soft chuckle. He smiled. Laughter, good. Clear sign of positive improvement in emotional recovery.

ㅤ"Then why are you trying?" You snickered, leaning back on the bench and tilting your head towards him. The thought of Senku Ishigami, comforting you, was impossible in the way that it was hilarious.

ㅤSenku looked away, trying not to catch your contagious laugh. "Because you were crying."

ㅤSilence.

ㅤHe leaned back and crossed his arms. You only watched, absorbing that singular sentence. Such a simple reason, yet it meant way too much than it should have coming from Senku.

ㅤHe stared at the street, you stared at him.

ㅤ"Shouldn't you be watching Saturn's moons right now?" You blurted.

ㅤSenku looked at you. Was that it? It was that easy to make you feel better? Noted.

ㅤ"Didn't feel like graphing things myself all night." He shrugged, stretching his legs out. "Went on a walk instead and saw your lonely ass moping on a bench."

ㅤ"Besides," he continued, looking up at the night sky. "this is nice, too. Y'know I'm not only into astronomy because of the scientific details and data, right? I mean, c'mon, any person would be curious of this too." Senku gestured at the sky.

ㅤYou followed his gaze. A small smile spread on your lips, the moon offered you comfort after all.

ㅤSenku went on to list 88 more facts about space with words that had too many syllables to count. You were half listening, half wondering why scientific terms always ended in '-tion'.

ㅤIn the middle of his rant, you pulled out your phone.

ㅤ"12:00 AM, happy New Year, Senku," you joked, smiling at him. "The dance is wrapping up by now. I'll just tell my friends I went home early or something." You sighed as you slid lower down the bench, shivering.

ㅤ"Alright, might as well wrap this disaster up too," Senku huffed, standing up with his hands in his pockets. You followed and began walking down the path to your place, Senku walked next to you.

ㅤSilence. Comfortable silence. Just listening to the sound of the cool breeze, clacking of your accessories, and you and Senku's shoes hitting the pavement with each step.

ㅤYou passed by a 24/7 convenience store, glancing up momentarily at the bright light. Senku followed your gaze and stopped walking.

ㅤ"Want something?" He nodded towards the store. You shook your head. He sighed. "Alright, one second."

ㅤSenku took your arm and dragged you into the convenience store.

ㅤYou yelped. "Wh—!?"

ㅤSenku let go of you at the cashier desk, disappearing into one of the aisles. You blinked and made awkward eye contact with the worker.

ㅤYou peeked your head into the shelves. "Senku?" You called out. Senku magically reappeared next to you.

ㅤ"Get yourself a snack or whatever. I'm just looking for something."

ㅤYou shivered. "God, you're like a ghost," you murmured.

ㅤPhone in hand, packet of pastillas in the other. You waited for Senku at the front. He returned with what looked like one of those ice packet things the elementary school office used to hand out to those injury prone kids for bruises and stuff. You decided not to question it. Senku snatched the pastillas from your hand and handed it to the cashier. Before you could pull out your wallet, he had already paid.

ㅤYou narrowed your eyes at him and slowly put your wallet back.

ㅤOn your way out, he pressed something on the ice packet then handed it to you. It was warm.

ㅤ"Ohh, it's a heat pad," you said. Senku nodded.

ㅤ"You looked like you were about to get a secret fourth degree level of frostbite back there."

ㅤYou glared at him but laughed anyway and thanked him, feeling significantly rejuvenated by the warmth. Senku opened your snack.

ㅤ"What are these?" he held one piece up as you two walked side by side. You took one for yourself and popped it in your mouth.

ㅤ"Pastillas," you said, chewing. "They're good, try one."

ㅤSenku ate one and made a face.

ㅤYou snickered at his reaction. "What? Don't like it?"

ㅤHe held the packet up and squinted at the ingredients. "Does this thing have, like, 15 pounds of sugar per serving? Holy." You laughed. "You're going to get one cavity per bite. Never letting you pick snacks again."

ㅤ"I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to share in the first place. And if you hate it so much, why are you eating more?" You glared, taking the packet back before Senku could toss another piece in his mouth.

ㅤ"I was stating facts, not my true opinion," he countered. "Your taste in convenience store snacks are nutritiously inefficient, but admittedly, not bad." Senku made a hand gesture as he spoke.

ㅤThe rest of the walk to your house was—for one, warmer, and a lot nicer than what you expected with that AP art classmate.

ㅤIn retrospect, you didn't know why you said yes in the first place. It wasn't like you two were super close. It was clearly a one-sided crush. Senku called him a distraction. You knew that. And yet, caught up in the moment of when he asked you after class, you said yes.

ㅤYou made impulsive decisions sometimes. It's a good thing Senku knows how to knock sense into you. Never is it polite nor gentle, but he does it without being prompted, and is always conveniently there for you when it ends in disaster—painfully accurate according to his prediction.

ㅤYou snuck a glance at him while you walked in that same, slow pace, as if you were mutually savouring the moment.

ㅤSenku, the guy who would either solve climate change or become a dictor and involve you in his madness either way, cheered you up, bought you a heat pad and a snack, and then walked you home.

ㅤAre you just now realizing this?

ㅤRealizing him?

ㅤYou faced forward once again, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

ㅤFuck. This is going to be your worst distraction yet.

ㅤ"We're here." Senku's voice snapped you out of the clouds. Your eyes darted from his to your home. You muttered a small "Oh" and started walking towards your door.

ㅤYour hand lingered on the door knob. You could already hear Senku's footsteps fading into the quiet of the night.

ㅤThat's a bit unfair of you, isn't it?

ㅤ"Senku," you called out.

ㅤHe turned around with that unfathomable look, like walking you home was just another task on his to-do list that he was satisfied to check off and not an overly romantic gesture you didn't know he was even capable of.

ㅤ"Thank you." You smiled.

ㅤYou caught a glimpse of his smirk before he turned away.

ㅤ"Don't go accepting any more dates with ridiculous guys without consulting me first," he retorted.

ㅤWith a sigh, you entered your house, kicked your shoes off your aching feet (you walked a farther distance than you thought), and collapsed on your bed, fully content with sleeping in your current attire.

ㅤYou threw the empty packet of pastillas in your trash and left the heat pad on your desk.

ㅤYour phone buzzed in your jacket. You hummed, contemplating whether or not you should fall asleep now or answer that.

ㅤOpening your phone, you squinted at the brightness, scrambling to turn it down. You opened the notification. A text from your friend group.

[name]whre are u??????

did thwy get kidnepaped holy shit guys

vroo i told u their date was sketchy asf like

ㅤYou chuckled at their texts and typed out a reply.

i'm fine lol

i went for a walk and ran into senku.

SO U DID GET KIDNEPAPD😥

no, hs walked me home

wair werent you supposed to be with that guy feom yiur art class?

he stood me up, not a big deal.

senku filled in.

ㅤToo tired to elaborate, you dropped your phone on the bed next to you and began to count stars until you fell asleep.

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[sylvia-on-the-run]

i really like that youre the one policing the term communism here, yes i understand your point and i suppose ill reword this again, being wealth or "socially mobile" (broadly meaningless term) has nothing to do with class, "middle class" is not a real thing, socio-economic class is a description of someone's relationship to the means of production if you think calling someone an artisan, or petite bourgousie or bourgousie or idk a peasant or a kulak is an insult thats on you, they are just factual descriptors of the world, artisans and the petite bourgousie still exist! that is just objectively true, do they take up a much less signifigant economic role then 100 years ago? yes! but guess what that was also true in marx's time! you mention the textile industry(including some very comically anachronistic statements including now defunct corporations) so let me posit this element of historical fact from the time of karl marx, the textile industry was previously broadly artisinal(made by craftspeople organized through guilds and apprenticeships made on contract) petite bourgousie(made by the labour of the owner of a small business and sometimes their family then sold for a profit) or subsistance(rural familys producing small amounts of cloth for their own use) but due to advances of machinery during marx's time the industrial bourgousie were able to industrialize the field and proletarianizing the labor involved in it, and profit off of this using wage slavery. that is a fact, however there are still artisinal textile workers, ive spoken and worked with some! there are many many petite bourgousie textile workers, you will often find this if youre looking for more niche textiles, and yes these people face social and economic strife(so do the bourgousie!) that doesnt make them proletarians, there are proletarians in the world who work in fully democratic industries with great conditions, they are still proletarian, class is not a measure of wealth, but a measure of economic circumstance to decide on anything else is to make the term useless lets make a socio-economic comparison of 'artists'! (here meaning people who make digital 2d pictures using drawing software, for the sake of comparability) we have the graphic designer, who works using company owned machines, as a member of a team, they earn money by selling their labor power to the company who owns the machines and the product of that labor And the commission artist, who works using a machine they own, they are approached by an individual to produce an artwork, which they then sell to said individual And a product artist, who works using a machine they own, to produce designs based on their own ideas, which are then printed either by the artist themself or more commonly by a distinct company, and sold at market for the profit of the artist These are all very real people who exist, if necessary i can link you their social media, and as you i hope can tell, all three of them have a distinct relationship to their labor, their product, and their profit. this is why the terms are useful! one doesn't need to have specific ideas about art to understand this, just some basic principles. however it is important to dig deeper! art is a broad concept and we can analyze historical successes and failures in socialist(as in the economic organization of state controlled industrial production, on the path to communism) art to better our understanding. But i guess that's just one of the benefits of being part of a legitimate communist movement represented by existing socialist states, and not a group of tumblr users with fandom urls

I really like this quote, because its a rhetorical question to which the correct answer is yes,

[rhike]

" Interest "

Yandere KazuScara x Reader

Part 1

Summary : Accidentally sparking interest with the famous couple in your school is not the best achievement your proud of.

Tags:

stolen underwear, suggestive (not much), stalking, trespassing mentioned

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"you're all dismissed" the professor muttered, not bothering to glance up as he packed his laptop.

You felt relief when the day finally came to an end no more school related things and you can rest peacefully

Your schedule has been packed with managing the budget of the school for the up coming festival and events thats being hosted by the school. Although you surprised yourself with how well your managing your position in the student council well despite procrastinating your works most of the time. You weren't a responsible person when it comes to deadline, always bites you in the ass later when you do so.

Alas, why would you join such a impactful club in the first place? simple, you wanted to get closer to the on and only council president, ayato. You grimaced a little at the thought. Your decision hadn’t exactly been noble—you joined solely because of a stupid crush on the council president. In hindsight, not your brightest moment, but somehow, you’d proven yourself a decent treasurer. Even if managing large sums of money still made your stomach twist.

Well at least now you can finally rest and not worry about-

"[name]?" ah never mind, Your heart stuttered slightly at the way he spoke your name. You always thought his voice sounded like a lullaby—like a mother humming to a child

The familiar soft tone spoke with you accompanied by a light tap on your shoulder. You turned and was met with soft red eyes, you find your shoulders relaxing again before smiling at him "kazuha you scared me a bit.." kazuha chuckled before politely apologizing "forgive me i didn't mean to sneak up on you like that"

Behind kazuha was his lover with his signature scowl that makes you question whatever you did wrong to be glared at as if your mere presence had offended him, weird guy. "if your brain wasn't busy flying off the wonderland you would notice us calling out to you multiple times" his glare burning a hole through your skull.

In contrast of kazuha's friendly approach scara was more straightforward and sarcastic. You cleared your throat brushing off scara's remark- "Sorry i've just been busy lately, what did you guys need?"

"We've been paired to a project remember?" Kazuha reminded, you felt aa bit guilty because it may have slipped your mind.

"Yeah totally!" you played it off cool, well tried to. The project that was unfortunately handed to your group was about altering an ending from a story. "if you could change a tragic ending of a story, what would it be?" the question lingers in your mind.

"Where should we discuss it?" Kazuha stepped closer, he carried chair that was in front of you before sitting down now facing you. Scara dragged a chair that was beside you, sitting down and not bothering to turn the chair forwards ,just sat down face forward to both you and kazuha

You felt a bit trapped and your nerves becoming uneasy, you brushed it off. "Anywhere is fine, the library is still open after classes isnt it?"

"The library is closed, the schools renovating it" scara spoke quickly cancelling the idea while kazuha nodded "It would be better if we discussed it in a quite place no?"

"I'm not sure, I mean we can discuss it here now- the classroom is empty and quiet" you muttered, you hoped they won't suggest doing the project now, you really wanted to take a rest already "then get locked in by the janitor? no way, most students would be home by now." scara again, turned down the idea

"how about a cafe? there's one thats open now" you suggested again, the smell of coffee and comfortable music sounded nice while discussing about a project

"too noisy" guess who complained, you were starting to get annoyed you were about to speak again before kazuha finally spoke "how about we just stayed over someones house?" kazuha suggested

you were hesitant, you weren't a big fan of staying over someone else's house nor having house visitors "Fine, but not at my place." scara replied sternly, you've heard rumors of him not having the best relationship with his family, you werent one to pry but the shush whispers was a bit too loud in the halls

"how about you [name]?" kazuha turned his attention back to you, a usual soft smile on his face, he was precious and makes you wonder how scara pulled him. "oh yeah no, ive got no problem with it"

"Whose house are we staying over at?" scara inquired ,fixing his position on the chair "I can't have people over at the moment due to personal problems"

Their gaze shifted to you as you flinched, you lived alone after you moved away from your parents, you werent comfortable with other people even close to you being inside the comfort of your own home. "um..i guess my place is available" you were reluctant with inviting them but you didn't seem to have any other options as scara will only turn down your suggestion.

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Regret.

Why do you keep making stupid decisions? Now, here you were. Sandwiched awkwardly between them as they accompanied you outside the school gates.

You hadn’t expected it. At all. You thought you'd just meet up later or exchange notes online—but no. They insisted.

Now, every pair of eyes in the courtyard was on you.

You could feel the stares: some curious, some envious, others hostile. Girls whispering behind their hands. Boys raising eyebrows, god you hated it.

Your school was also infamous for having rumors spread quickly than raindroplets that you watch race on the window of your car.

"there was no need to do this you know" embarrassed with your situation you were more used walking behind or the side because it was more comfortable, it always made you uneasy when your in the center of anything

"Dont mind them" kazuha assured and sent a smile your way. Scara however was glaring at every person that glanced at them.

When you finally arrived at your house you felt happiness, you missed your bed so much. The inside of your house was nothing special—bland, minimal, and a little too tidy, but still yours. The furniture was decent, and the air smelled faintly of detergent and something sweeter—maybe the lingering scent of your favorite body spray. As you kicked your shoes off, you could practically hear your mom scolding you in your head: “Don’t be a slob in front of guests.” You sighed.

Kazuha and scara followed behind you taking their shoes as well, they looked around the house and settled down on the couch as you ran upstairs to change to comfortable clothes. “She’s got more furniture in her bedroom than the living room,” Scaramouche muttered, tone amused as he leaned back into the cushions, arms draped across the back of the couch.

Kazuha chuckled quietly, nodding. “It’s cozy. And it smells like her,” he added, a faint warmth flickering in his eyes as he took in the room again. “It’s comforting.”

Scara rolled his eyes, but even he relaxed a little, breathing in the familiar scent that clung to the walls.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he said, tossing his notebook onto the coffee table. “We haven’t even gotten what we came for.”

Your home smelled exactly like you it eased their nerves.

You came back down notebook and laptop in hand wearing much more comfortable clothes "I'm back,sorry if i took too long"

“You didn’t,” Kazuha said instantly.

The evening started normal, talking and discussing what story they were going to alter the ending. It was decided on romeo and juiet, in which scara complained to be too cliche but agreed with kazuhas persuasion.

Without realizing it, it was already late at night. "man that took so long..." you complained to yourself mumbling, you rarely did project ahead of time. You looked over to the couple, seeing them close and talking seriously about the alternative ending while you typed whatever it is they've agreed on you couldn't help but admire them.

Kazuha was gentle, a warm breeze personified. He was the kind of presence that made you feel grounded, safe. You’d seen him chatting casually with Ayato a few times, and it always left a strange tug in your chest.

Sometimes… sometimes, you swore you could feel his eyes on you during council meetings. Maybe you were imagining things. Wishful thinking. After all, he was taken.

Scaramouche, on the other hand, intimidated you. You tended to avoid him when possible. He was sharp-tongued, abrasive, and constantly at war with the school’s number-one delinquent—Childe. But even with his attitude, he had that kind of face people forgave instantly. Pretty privilege, as your best friend would say.

Plus, he turned into a grumbling tsundere whenever Kazuha so much as touched his hand. It was oddly… cute.

ou flinched, eyes darting away in embarrassment. “S-sorry,” you muttered, wishing you could shrink into the floor.

Scaramouche didn’t let it go. He smirked, head cocked to the side like a predator toying with its prey.

“Awfully bold of you to stare that long,” he drawled, voice low and laced with mockery. “Enjoying the view, are we?”

Kazuha’s gaze lingered on you, but unlike Scaramouche, there was no smugness—just something unreadable

“There’s no shame in admiring beauty when it presents itself,” he said gently, his words like silk. “But tell us, was it me… or Scaramouche who held your gaze longer?”

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. What were you even supposed to say to that?

They stepped closer—Kazuha’s presence warm, like a breeze before summer rain; Scaramouche’s electric, sharp like static before a storm.

“Careful,” Scara murmured, now at your side, “You might make one of us jealous.”

Kazuha chuckled softly, almost soundlessly, eyes half-lidded in thought.

“Or worse… hopeful.”

You blinked up at them, heat rushing to your face.

“I-I just zoned out…”

“Of course,” Kazuha said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “We understand.”

Scaramouche leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Next time, don’t zone out unless you’re ready to be the center of attention. Ours, specifically.”

Their closeness was suffocating. You could feel their warmth—see how their gazes bore into you. It was flattering and also weird to have their attention like this, to your luck scara excused himself to the bathroom

The silence that followed was strange—not uncomfortable exactly, but not peaceful either. The kind of silence that made your skin itch, like something was brewing just under the surface.

Kazuha was the one to break it, his voice light and thoughtful:

“I’ve seen you around Ayato a lot lately.”

You blinked, surprised, then let out a nervous chuckle. You shifted slightly, scooting to the side to create just a sliver of distance.

“Uh, yeah. The council’s been… hectic.”

He tilted his head, watching you too intently for comfort. “You two seem close.”

The comment caught you off guard. You weren’t exactly the most social person. Outside of Barbara and Jean, you barely talked to anyone.

“I mean… yeah, I guess?” you shrugged. “We work together a lot. He’s the student council president, after all.”

Kazuha’s gaze remained soft—but his eyes didn’t. There was something unreadable there, like glass over deep water.

“Do you like him?” he asked.

The question hit harder than you expected.

“I–what?” You blinked, flustered, heat crawling up your neck. “Am I that obvious?” You laughed awkwardly, looking away.

A slow nod from him. “The way you look at him… it’s gentle. Hopeful. You speak of him with stars in your voice.”

Your breath caught. That was… poetic. But it made you uneasy. How closely had he been watching you?

“He’s famous,” you said, trying to play it off with a nervous smile. “I’m just one of his admirers. One of many.”

Kazuha didn’t smile back. Instead, he leaned forward just a little, elbows resting on his knees.

“But you’re not like the others.”

You swallowed. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you, gaze unreadable.

“Some people admire from afar. Others… become part of the story.”

You were about to ask what that meant when you heard the soft creak of a door upstairs. Scaramouche was coming back.

Kazuha straightened up and finally smiled—soft, sweet, and utterly disarming.

“You should be careful who you admire, [Name]. Some people don’t like sharing.”

You were still skeptical about the conversation but nonetheless stood up as scara finally came back.

After editing and finally finishing the project You led them down the hall, heart still thudding a little too fast after the earlier conversation. The storm outside rumbled louder now, the rain lashing against the windows like impatient fingers. You pushed open the door to the guest room and flicked on the light.

"if you guys are hungry i dont have much but you can heat up whatevers on the fridge." kazuha spoke "thank you for your hospitality [name]"

"Make yourselves comfortable," you offered softly, rubbing your arms as a draft passed through the hallway. "Let me know if you need anything."

Kazuha gave you a polite smile, while Scaramouche didn’t even glance back as he mumbled something that sounded like a “yeah.” You hesitated a moment longer before leaving them alone, closing the door gently behind you.

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Click.

The soft sound of the latch was followed by silence.

Scaramouche was the first to move—he threw himself onto the bed with a sigh, burying his face into the sheets. The scent hit him instantly, making him groan quietly.

“She smells the same as always…”

Kazuha remained by the door for a moment, then walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. His movements were precise, his posture calm—but his fingers trembled slightly with anticipation.

"Did you get it?" Kazuha asked without looking up.

Scaramouche reached into his jacket, pulling out a small, delicate item wrapped in tissue. With an amused smirk, he tossed it toward Kazuha.

Your underwear.

Kazuha caught it with both hands, as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. He brought it up to his face and inhaled slowly, reverently, his eyes fluttering shut as he exhaled with a barely-audible sigh.

His shoulders shivered.

"You act like it’s your first time," Scaramouche muttered, watching him with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Didn’t you already steal a pair last week?"

"Not this one," Kazuha murmured, voice hushed, as if savoring a prayer. "This one… still carries her warmth."

Scaramouche leaned back against the pillows, the same ones you’d fluffed earlier without thinking. He crossed one leg over the other, his fingers lacing behind his head.

"How'd the little chat go?" he asked casually, though his eyes remained sharp. Possessive.

Kazuha didn’t answer at first, still holding your underwear like a precious keepsake. Eventually, he spoke.

"[Name] likes him."

A pause.

Scaramouche’s smile twisted into a sneer. "Ayato? Seriously?" He scoffed. "What’s she even see in that plastic doll?"

Kazuha didn’t answer. He finally set the garment down on the bed, smoothing it like it was silk. He moved to lie beside Scaramouche, his expression unreadable.

"I couldn’t ask for more… you came back too soon," he said, tone soft, almost mournful.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes, but the edge of irritation in his voice was gone. "We’ll make her forget him soon enough. She won’t have room in her head for anyone else."

Kazuha nodded once. "She already looks at us when she thinks no one notices."

The room fell quiet again—comfortable only to them, wrapped in obsession, jealousy, and something terrifyingly tender.

Outside, the storm raged on.

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Once you were in your room you let out a sigh of relief, the weird attention from the two male unsettled you, maybe you were just being delusional the good thing is-

Alone at last.

You all but collapsed onto your bed, the familiar softness wrapping around you like a lover’s embrace. It was warm, quiet, and yours. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to imagine staying like this for the rest of the night—buried under blankets, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, drowning in games and comfort.

But of course… responsibility existed.

The peaceful silence was abruptly interrupted by the buzz of your phone. You groaned softly and reached for it, lazily flipping it over—only to freeze slightly when you saw the name glowing on the screen:

Mister Boba 💧

Ayato.

Your face lit up with a smile as you sat up straighter, the weight of exhaustion suddenly lifting.

Mister Boba:

[Name], I hope I’m not disturbing your night.

I was wondering if you could stop by tomorrow. I have matters to discuss about the festival.

You didn’t even hesitate.

You:

Of course! I’ll bring you some boba on the way :>

You bit your lip to hide your smile, though no one could see it. Maybe it was stupid to get excited over something that was probably just council-related, but still—you squealed into your pillow anyway, the excitement bubbling up in your chest like a warm drink on a cold night.

Delusional? Maybe. But what was life without a little delusion?

You laid there for a few minutes, kicking your feet beneath the covers like a teenager. Slowly, the buzz wore off, and you forced yourself to calm down, standing up to change into your pajamas.

That was when you noticed it.

“Huh…?” you muttered, furrowing your brows as you scanned your dresser. You checked the laundry hamper. Then under your bed. Even behind your door.

Nothing.

You huffed, arms akimbo. “Where’d my favorite underwear go…?”

It might’ve sounded strange to someone else, but yes—you had a favorite pair. Comfortable, cute, and worn just right. You’d worn them earlier, you were sure of it. Maybe you misplaced them in the wash?

You let out a small, defeated sigh and ran a hand through your hair, brushing it out of your face.

“Whatever. It’ll turn up…”

Still a little bothered, you climbed back into bed and buried yourself in your sheets. The warmth felt a little different now—like something was off, barely, almost imperceptibly.

But you were too tired to care. Your eyes closed, and sleep began to take you.

[ This is Unedited and my first time writing I'm so sorry if there' errors]

[m0ldybreadd]

Dr Stone X Hogwarts AU!!

So basically, what I have in my head so far is:

Senku - ravenclaw, because of his smarts and all that, but regardless, he still spends the majority of his time with gryffindors and other houses because he doesn't care for the whole classing system

Chrome, kohaku, and most of the science team are going to be gyffindor because come on, how could they not be? And with senku added on, they're basically a walking power group

To add, I think it would be nice if kohaku and kinro are on the quiditch team because I feel like that fits and replaces the fact they were warriors in dr stone

Gen - I'm not too sure about where to put him but I ended up on slytherin because of the way he likes to portray himself as "on the bad side", his knowledge and manipulation tactics and also because he's generally known as sly and snake like, a perfect combo. The way i see him in here is that senku and Gen started out as friendly "rivals" but instantly clicked and eventually became really close friends, and at some point, Gen joined the science team as well

Ryuusui (+ François)- I put him in gyffindor because I find that's the place he fits the most, and he would spend an abundant amount of money promoting their quiditch team, François is probabaly alsp gryfindor but a few years older(maybe idk)

Xeno and Stanley - they would either be both slytherin or only stanley is slytherin, and xeno is ravenclaw, I haven't decided yet

Tsukassa - so I have actually no idea where to put him cause he could lowkey be in all the classes except ravenclaw, but slytherin isn't really a fitting option either? I'm stuck between hufflepuff and gryffindor

I could honestly go on and yap even more about this, but I'll save you from that❤️

If you have ANY ideas or maybe your own takes on their houses, please do tell me!!! I love to see all the different opinions people might have, and they're very appreciated

Thank you for reading this far

[bowerspowers]

Let’s talk about Gretta!

Firstly, there are two versions of Gretta. Her name is spelled differently between both versions as well as an entirely different last name.

Greta Bowie; from the novel and miniseries is a rich girl from West Broadway. It clearly states she’s wealthy and she’s described as very pretty.

Which you can clearly see here! I think this version of Greta is more book accurate; she’s rude and snobbish but honestly she isn’t as brutal as Megan’s portrayal of Gretta Keene…

Now don’t get me wrong, but I prefer Gretta Keene over Greta Bowie. I’ll just say it.

Also! Y’all keep forgetting the second t in her name! Gretta Keene has two t’s and three e’s. Not a big deal but I thought it was neat.

As far as the credits go I’m not sure if that’s consistent across the board but her necklace absolutely sells it from the movie.

At first my blind ass read it as pretty, but nope! Two t’s confirmed!

Anyways, the whole point of this post…..

I don’t think Gretta Keene is a Rich girl like she is as Greta Bowie.

One might say her necklaces say otherwise, but honestly gold plated jewelry isn’t THAT expensive. And her father is a Pharmacist so they clearly have SOME money in the family… but I don’t think she lives in a Victorian Level house like the source material Greta does.

Gretta spends her summer sitting in her father’s pharmacy — on more than one occasion we see her there. Once when Beverly was hiding from her before running into the Losers for the first time. And the second time when Eddie encounters her and we get the iconic LOVER signature on his cast. (She was an icon for that, sorry I’m going to say it. And the gum on top of a germaphobes cast? Chefs kiss.) Without even going into the topic — she was the initial catalyst for Eddie finally standing up to Sonia as well. So… Go her!

Either way, can you really imagine rich girl Gretta Keene willingly staying with her father at work during summer? Greta Bowie would never.

My second thought is:

Timeskip Gretta. While very on brand for the times, she really doesn’t scream Wealth. And I’m not saying she isn’t pretty or any of that; but I feel like her still living with her father (and contently in Derry for that matter) ain’t screaming nepo baby to me.

Which is totally fine! She’s still an icon. You could even say a lot of this scene was manipulated by Pennywise. That’s also a possibility!

But I really think it further separates Keene from Bowie further — the latter which perished in a car accident under the influence of both alcohol and drugs.

Is Gretta Keene as West Broadway girl? Sure, to separate her and categorize her for simplicity sake. Yes. It’s also Not That Deep, but I personally think she’s upper middle class at best.

I REALLY hope Welcome to Derry gives us more Keene and Mueller family members. ESPECIALLY the latter as the Mueller’s had a huge role in the horrid crimes at the Black Spot — strictly for the sake of world building I REALLY hope we can learn more about the West Broadway families.

On another note!

This is writing in the bathroom stalls at Derry High. I fully believe GK is for Gretta Keene. Just a fun little headcanon ♡ and I’m dying to know who CS is. A headcanon I always played with was Henry’s cousin Connor — his last name likely isn’t Bowers as they are cousins not brothers. But who knows!

On a FINAL note.

You may hate Greta, you may hate Gretta.

If you do she isn’t for you! Take this instead ♡