#everyone else: get this clown out of my classroom

[kotoyin]

Lyra can't be a part of the academy AU because she'd be thrown out 2 months into the school year

[seozii]

──── ❝ SILENT READING ❞ 📖

The whole classroom was being lousy and annoying. What was better than reading a book with your ear piece plugged in?

⸝♡ fluff, est.relationship, earpiece sharing, 662 WC, 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑

Why was everyone being so infuriating?

The whole classroom had turned into a clown circus all because the teacher was absent.

You definitely weren’t a fan of noisy places. It made you feel some type of headache. And the noisy classroom was currently doing nothing to help.

Scrambling through your bag. Your hands picked up a light storybook.

Curiosity piped in after you read the title and plot of the book.

Feeling like something was incomplete, you dipped your hands right into your bag once again to pull out an ear piece, plugging it into your ear right after.

You sat comfortably and begun to read the book, slowly you were emerging into the book filled with both fan fiction and horror, getting more and more engrossed as you read the words.

All you attention were diverted to the novel right in front of you that you didn’t notice someone pull up a chair beside you, carefully wrapping their arms around you waist with their head slumped on your shoulders.

Not too long after, you felt a hot breath on your neck causing you to flinch.

Looking over to your side you saw sunghoon staring at you blankly. “What was that for?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry” you apologized chuckling. “But what are you doing here?” You asked closing the book.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Reading obviously” he rolled his eyes resting on your shoulders once again.

“Ah” you let out in realization.

“what a splendid combination of genre fan fiction and horror. I didn’t even know you were into fanfics” he lightly pinched your now flustered cheeks.

“Don’t be flustered. Everyone has their own taste in books”

“Wait could you get up for just a quick moment?” He asked pushing his chair back to his seat.

“Why tho?” You asked a part of you confused as to why he asked that suddenly and the other part inquisitive to see what he was on to.

“Just get up”

Not thinking much of it, you did as he said. Not excepting him to slip right into your seat. “hey, you can’t just do that. Where am I supposed to sit?” You asked folding your arms over your chest.

“Right here” he smirked patting his lap.

“I-I can’t sit on your lap” you stuttered shaking your head.

“But you do that when we’re alone?” He blurted out innocently.

“That’s when we’re alone. This is in the freaking classroom!” You grumbled.

“Doesn’t change a thing. Now come on, sit on my lap or else you want to stand up for a while?” He said with a playful tone.

“I think I’d rather stand” you huffed not ready to follow him this time.

“Okay princess. Do as you wish” he smirked slouching back on the chair.

You tried to maintain your current position but felt your legs getting weaker and weaker, until sunghoon grabbed your wrist and pulled you onto his lap, nuzzling his head into your shoulders.

“Hey! I wanted to stand!”

“Your legs couldn’t stand it. I saw the way it lightly trembled”

“Nowwwww” he dragged pretending to think. “Let’s read together!” He beamed pushing your shoulders to lean backwards against his chest.

“Is that even possible?” You asked looking at him with a face that said ‘wtf’

“Uhhh yes it is now shut up and continue reading” he ordered pulling out the right ear piece from your ear and putting it in his.

You Reluctantly got comfortable in his lap which made him crack a small smile as the both of you confined to read in silence. Enjoying every bit of the moment.

[girlishwhimsies]

SODAS SCHOOL YEARS YALL BUCKLE UP

he would LOVEEEEEEE pre k and kindergarten!!! idk if he would actually get to go to pre k since yknow. 60s. but he would be so excited like wdym he gets to go to school with all of his friends and they get to do crafts and get read stories! highlight of his school year.

thennnnnnnnn it all starts to go downhill. 1st grade. when they are all expected to really start reading and writing and they keep telling him to write with his right hand and his handwriting is too messy even with his left hand and all the letters just feel wrong and no one gets it. he would keep getting in trouble for just refusing to do his work and “acting out” and he would always be taking off his shoes cause they just feel too weird and he doesn’t get how everyone else can adjust so easily!!! although whenever he gets in trouble or has a meltdown he gets sent to darry’s classroom since he is in 5th grade (@damthosefandoms my absolute angel has an entire timeline for what grades all the greasers would be and it is my saving grace) and he loves that. just ough he is not doing well

2nd grade is even worse!! darry is in middle school so he doesn’t have him anymore and now they are doing even more reading and writing and math and he just doesn’t get it. he thinks it’s so unfair that his brother was able to do well and since he is darry’s brother they are so confused on why he isn’t doing as well as darry. he can’t focus on any of it and he just has so so much energy and so all the teachers label him as a trouble maker (read undiagnosed adhd) soda legir SOBS in the morning begging not to have to go. his teacher is mean and he doesn’t like his classmates and he feels so alone. mrs curtis’ heart breaks every time she has to get soda to the bus cause he just looks so sad

the rest of elementary goes about the same and suddenly he has homework and mr curtis tries to help him every evening but soda is just crying and can’t focus and just wants to go to bed and not worry about school anymore. he asks his parents if he can drop out but bro is legit like 10 he cannot drop out lmao. pony does so well in school too like darry and soda doesn’t get what he is doing wrong. why is he the dumb brother

middle school he just fully commits to being the class clown. if you can’t be smart then you gotta be funny in order to distract from the fact you flunk every single test and all of these new subjects are so stressful that you can’t even think half the time. he is counting down the days til school ends. he doesn’t cry before school anymore but he is so nauseous every morning and can’t even eat breakfast cause he knows it’ll just be another day of teachers look at him disappointedly and he has to act like he doesn’t care!!!! he doesn’t even do the work half the time anymore what’s the point. they force pass him.

high school is more of the same, he really starts giving up at that point. he can feel his parents worry and disappointment radiating off of them, and every time he sees darry and pony get honor roll he secretly breaks a bit more inside. why can’t he be like that. so he keeps making people laugh, starts skipping when class gets too hard, and plans to drop out. another drop out in a long line of greasers who did the same. he can’t face telling his parents the fact he is going to drop out so he keeps going. after their death he finally does it, it’s not like they are around to hold him after he fails another test or wipe his tears away after a hard day anymore. so he drops out

but he does Not tell darry. he keeps going and just sneaks back home after he goes to work. he can’t admit it to him yet but ofc he finds out. darry doesn’t even know what to say, but he has to let soda make his own choices. but he won’t let pony end up the same so he constantly makes sure pony does his homework

soda with adhd and dyslexia i love you so much you deserved SO much better

[spqcebunsforever]

Opposites always attract

Pairings: Stu Macher x reader

(N/n means nickname)

Summary: Y/n is a great student but that's because she doesn't want to disappoint her parents and let's just say they definitely start getting more pushy when they realise that their town isn't as safe as they thought it was. Stu sees how stressed and tired Y/n is and decides that the best thing to do is skip the rest of the school day and just chill out.

Y/n’s pov 

I rushed into my class not caring about all the stares I was getting I needed to be on time. I had always made sure that I was early or correctly on time for classes and that I was always in school way before everyone else either in the library reading or just sitting outside on the grass studying. Everyone in school would call me a teacher’s pet but what they didn’t know was how much this meant to me. I wanted my parents to have a reason to be proud of me so I would get the best grades I would make all the teachers like me and I would sign up for things like school president which I did win. My parents would always tell me how proud they were of me and how well I was doing but that stopped the moment the killings started. My parents had never had lots of money and they both didn’t have great jobs so they started pushing me telling me that since we couldn’t live here because it’s now a dangerous and unpeaceful town I needed to start getting better grades than I am and I have to push myself 10x more so I can get a good job getting good money and we can move far away and live happily ever after. But let's just say putting all that on your child when there already super stressed and scared about the new killer is not a great mix. 

I sat down in my chair and I put my head in my hands desperately wanting to go home so I could just sleep but like clockwork, I felt something hit the back of my head. I turned around and made direct eye contact with Stu Macher like I did every time he would hit me in the head with a small ball of paper. Stu was the complete opposite of me all he cared about was throwing parties and having fun I couldn't even count how many times he had skipped school and how many times he had tried to get me to help him cheat on tests he was the class clown but I couldn't lie sometimes I wish I could just be like that carefree but I would never admit that to anyone. But for some reason, Stu thought that it was the most hilarious thing ever to throw shit at me every time we had this class together and I would normally tell him off and tell him how immature he was being but I was just too tired to do anything. So after he gave me his signature grin and a little wave I just turned around and tried my best to survive the class the best I physically could. 

When the school bell rang to let us know it was lunch I immediately started packing my things up so I could bolt right out of the classroom. But sadly Stu Macher had different plans. “Heyy N/n I see you didn’t lecture me like you normally do you know that kinda hurt my feelings”. He was about to say something else but he got a look at my face and cringed “Woah N/n you know you're not looking so great if I knew any better I would say you aren’t getting any sleep”. I just continued packing my stuff away trying not to show that he was annoying me. “Yes, Stu I’ve not had that much sleep but can you really blame me there is a killer on the loose I doubt anyone is getting a good night's rest”. He just stood next to me not saying anything until he quickly grabbed my hand and we started quickly walking out of the classroom together. 

“Hey! Stu what the hell where are we going”. He just kept dragging me along with him with that stupid big smile he’d always have on his face. “We’re going to skip school and have some relax time it’ll be so much fun”. I immediately stopped making Stu stop with me. “Yeah no you see I would love to do that but I can’t and I mean can’t skip school my parents would kill me”. Instead of walking away and admitting defeat like I wanted Stu just again grabbed my hand and started walking “You know that’s probably why you don’t have any fun you keep thinking about your parents live a little N/n and if your parents do moan just blame me I’ll easily take the blame for you”. I stopped complaining after that not really sure what else there was to say I just let him lead the way. 

We finally made it to his house which was massive I hadn’t realized it but his parents must be super rich to be able to afford something like this. But from the look of Stu, I wasn’t expecting this to be his house I wasn’t very sure what I was expecting but it definitely wasn’t this. We made our way to his door and he opened it for me bowing slightly “Lady’s first” I couldn’t lie I felt a tiny bit of a smile start to form but I didn’t want Stu to notice so I quickly walked in. And to say that the inside was just as nice as the inside it was like I was dreaming and had gone to my dream house. I started walking around looking at all the nice furniture “Ya like what you see” I turned around and saw Stu grinning obviously liking that I was gawking so much at his house. “Of course, it’s so nice I’d kill for a place like this”. I closed my mouth quickly realizing what I had just said was not the best thing to say when a killer is on the loose. 

But before I could apologize or say how insensitive that sounded Stu just laughed. “Don’t look so scared N/n don’t know if you could tell but I also make dark-humoured jokes”. I let out a breath that I didn’t realize that I was holding in and I felt my shoulders instantly relax but a part of me kinda knew that he wouldn’t be offended because not to sound mean but it’s Stu. “You can just make yourself at home and the living rooms over there I’ll go get us some drinks”. He left and I made my way to the living room just like the rest of his house it was really nice. I sat down on his couch and tried to force myself to relax that was the whole point I was here anyway. I looked over at the clock to see what time it was and I noticed that if I was still at school I would just be heading to my next class. 

While I was thinking about that Stu came in with some drinks. “Here you go my lady only the best for the best”. I took the drink and started taking sips but no matter how hard I was trying to relax I just couldn’t help but think about how disappointed my parents would be when they found out I skipped. And Stu must have realized that I was still a bit stressed because he playfully rolled his eyes. “You know this is supposed to be your getaway from school but I can tell you keep thinking about it you know your a teenager you would be a dork if you never skipped at least once”. I looked down I didn’t want people to think that I was a dork “Well I’m not a dork I unlike everyone else care about their education and want to be able to get a good job so I support my parents”. 

“Gez you know you talk about your parents a lot like my parents will be so disappointed or my parents won’t like that”. I just took a sip of my drink and shrugged my shoulders. “Well yeah I mean they are the ones pushing me to be my best and to stick in at school and to..” Before I could finish my sentence Stu jumped in and finished it for me “To be a bore”. I looked up and gave him an angry glare “Shut up I’m not a bore just because I don’t do all the type of things you do”. Stu grinned “Yeah but if you keep living your life thinking about what your parents would like you to do or not to do then you’ll end up sad and boring”. I didn’t really know how to respond he was right Stu Macher was right now I was sure I was in a dream. “Listen I’m throwing a party soon and I think It would be totally cool if you would come show people that you can be cool”. I couldn’t help the chuckle that left my mouth out of anyone that got through to me it was him. 

“Alright, Stu you’ve convinced me I’ll come that also might help me destress”. Stu smiled and put his hand out wanting a hive five which I happily gave him. “You know it's weird I never in a hundred years thought we would hang out we don’t have that much in common but yet here we are and I’m really enjoying hanging out and talking to you”. Stu moved closer to me on the couch and put his arm around me “Well it's what they say toots opposites always attract”.

[ultfreakme]

ok ok i have 2 things to say:

1) what do you think about yuuji being unaware to junpei having a crush on him?? like, from my part i think he wouldn't see the signs that junpei gave via attitude and corporal language until later. im curious about your takes

2) zukka having a date on the turtleduck pond....... the levels of fluff im dying

Thanks for the ask AAAAHHHHH!!!

Yuuji being oblivious can have two directions; one is that Junpei is trying to hidde all signs that he does have a crush on Yuuji and is failing very badly but literally everyone and their mother knows Junpei has a giant crush on Yuuji. Two is Junpei IS showing his affection, and Yuuji doesn't notice. In the first route, literally no one is having a fun time but Yuuji. Yuuji's like "wow Junpei's so nice, I wonder why he avoids me and acts weird sometimes" and tries to address it but Junpei's like" Me??? WEIRD????? HUH????No I'm not ahahahaha hey anyways wanna talk about this new DVD i got????" In the second, Yuuji has no idea anything is up. He just thinks Junpei is a very near and dear friend who has a lot of consideration for him. And personal hc, if Junpei lived, Yuuji-Junpei would've been the most closest friendship in the group. So now Yuuji's impression of "Best friendship" is Junpei making googly eyes at him, excessive physical contact, cuddling, going on solo hang-outs with the bro(they are basically dates). And everyone else is losing their goddamn minds because these two are practically dating already but Junpei won't CONFESS because he's insecure and scared Yuuji needs to be hit with a rock to figure this out. I think Yuuji, unconsciously, would be doing more romantic gestures and would also FEEL more romantic but he just has not put the label on it. "Oh yeah my heart beats fast around Junpei because I'm usually running to meet him" or "I feel all hot around the collar and blush because he's just so nice when he laughs like wdym you DON'T feel all fluttery too??? Look at him!!" And now Junpei is conflicted because wait is Yuuji....reciprocating? This clown show ends when Nobara and Megumi lock Yuuji and Junpei in their classroom and stage an intervention. Gojo is not helpful at all he keeps staring at them and makes ominous jokes(or threats, no one is sure- it's the Geto trauma getting to him).

2. ZUKKA DATE!!! omg Zuko would be so awkward and shy showing the place to him meanwhile Sokka is like "THE FLUFFIES!!". He's so confused as to why Zuko was acting like he was leading him down the plank just to show this place. It's pretty, it;s cute! Sokka is suffering from a bad case of the butterflies because Zuko's smiling really softly at the ducklings. Sokka is initially a little hesitant about holding them and Zuko thinks its cute how Sokka's like "oh my god, the little dude's nuzzling, they are happy in my hand!!" Zuko probably brought duck feed so they're also feeding them. And maybe it's a chill day so Sokka gets out his brushes and paper to start drawing. It's a terrible drawing but Zuko is on cloud nine because Sokka drew them holding hands and surrounded by the turtleducks. Sokka's trying so hard to make it look good for Zuko because he seems so excited to see it. They'd probably slump against each other under the shade of a tree and watch and relax, Sokka's 100% going to fall asleep on Zuko's shoulder because it's so.....peaceful.....and perfect and he feels safe and warm. Zuko is staying statue-still and admiring Sokka's slack face(literally no one but him thinks its cute, because Sokka sleeps with his mouth wide open and drooling and a little snoring).

[hualianff]

Hua Laoshi II 《I》

Hua Laoshi often brings in baked goods his husband made. He stands by the doorway and as students are entering, handing sweets out individually while smiling:  “good luck on this exam, kids” 😌😌

HC definitely flames his students every five minutes - in good nature, of course - and continues his lectures like nothing happened. His deadpan is so good that newer students find themselves chuckling out of nervousness more than anything. 

HC’s students catch him chewing on his pens and pencils, leaving wacky indents on the ends. 

One student: “Hua laoshi, how does your husband stand a house with spit-covered pens?”

Everyone laughs.

HC doesn’t react, instead drawling out: “Careful, I’m still the one grading your final exams.”

Everyone immediately snaps their mouths shut, eyes wide with regret. 

HC then smirks as he uses his teeth to put the cap back on the pen. 

A seasoned trickster, that one. 

(On a different occasion, during an in-class writing assignment, the distinct sound of teeth gnawing against plastic clicks in the quiet classroom. Another student tries their hand at poking fun at Hua laoshi’s interesting habit.

Student: “sounds like you don’t have enough to eat at home” 

HC, without missing a beat: “and sounds like you don’t want an A for this course”

Everyone else in their heads: “damn, he’s good”)

But once you get familiar with Hua Laoshi’s character, the playful sarcasm is easier to detect.

The best is when HC makes a roast that’s so ridiculous, his deadpan slips, and the corners of his lips begin to twitch. Which usually only happens when he’s clowning He Laoshi…the professor Hua Laoshi is supposedly closest with? Ha.

***

HC smiling down on his phone minutes before class.

Student: “Hua laoshi, you shouldn’t be using your phone during class~~”

HC, who was definitely texting XL: “I- ZIP IT.”

***

But seriously, the contrast between how students perceived HC at the beginning of the year compared to the end is drastic. From fearing for their academic life to legit crying at the fact that the class is over and they won’t have Hua Laoshi next time. 

HC asking for course evaluations like: “but yeahhh, if there’s not a big turnout and the reviews aren’t that good, I might leave and find another job idk” :/

Students: “WHAT UNACCEPTABLE”

Of course, HC receives very high ratings. Many students request his letters of recommendation too, which are personal and beautifully written. 

In turn, HC actually receives many thank you letters at the end of his courses. Thanking him for accommodating special circumstances, for encouraging the balance of school and mental health, and for teaching such an excellent class.

A couple of them are even harmless crush confessions always signed with “ok but i also love laoshi’s husband so i get it” 

XL always cracks up when HC shows him those letters. 

XL, tapping HC’s chin: “that’s why I put a ring on you”

HC’s eye dilates, and he visibly swallows.

HC: “Gege should list all the things he loves about me too.”

XL: “like my vows?” (The vows that definitely made HC cry.)

HC places his elbows on the counter and innocently rests his chin on his clasped hands. The answer is clearly “yes please, my dear husband.”

XL: “San Lang is fishing for compliments, I see. But that’s okay-“ He places his hands on HC’s cheeks. “I always have compliments for my husband.”

HC: ;) 

***

HC waking up at 7:00 AM for his 8:30 AM class…

Just imagine HC groaning and burying his face into his pillow, shirtless and flat on his stomach-

And XL comes around to pat his bum: “Up, San Lang, up”

HC: “ugh don’t wanna go, fuck them kids”

XL, patting HC’s arm: “you love those kids and you know it. Come on, I made you breakfast and coffee.”

***

XL traveling out of the country for work and HC being like “missing gege everyday :((( “

No husband to tell HC to come to bed after staying up until ungodly hours to grade.

XL over the phone: “what else are you doing besides work?”

HC: “…waiting for you to come back home”

XL: “oh, baby…” 🥺)

HC’s students can tell he’s not his usual self. Not like sad, but a little bored? Like, dimmed of his usual mischievous light. And more…tired.

HC has his bad days too, but then it’s worse if his best friend/partner isn’t there.

Then a week later, HC sends an email with the subject line being: “no class, losers!” and the email basically saying, “gotta pick my husband up from the airport” 😈

***

Anniversary day !! 

Aka, Hualian ice skating.

But HC’s long ass legs have the balance equivalent of a newborn baby deer. It’s even the sixth or seventh time XL has taken him on an ice-skating date and HC’s sense of balance is still somehow absolute shit.

It’s just that HC can’t for the life of him make it three steps before doing the obnoxious falling act of the century all over again. And HC will be damned if he keeps falling flat on his ass, holding XL up for the nth time.

So cue Hualian skating with XL’s hand around HC’s waist :) HC muttering curses under his breath every time his left foot decides to be goofy for a hot sec, but luckily, XL helps keep him on his feet. ❤️

(HC: “Gege I’m gonna romance you so fucking hard you won’t know what hit you” 

XL: 🤣🤣 “I look forward to it”

And then HC ends up falling flat on his back.

HC: “fuck I think I pulled something”

XL: “baby, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom “ 😭)

***

Reminder that HC has his and XL’s wedding photos on his desk!!

***

Think about HC coming back home from work in his formal attire and XL pouncing on him as soon as he enters. The sound of XL unbuttoning HC’s shirt, placing kisses along HC’s neck, down his chest, and then getting down to unbuckle HC’s belt-

All while HC is a bit disoriented but thoroughly enjoying the welcome home 🫶🏼

Thirty minutes later…

HC: “something smells like it’s burning”

XL, sprinting to the kitchen: “MY SOUP!”

That soup is not only burnt, but it’s also solid by now…

XL: “eagerness gets you nowhere” 😭😭

HC: “idk about you, but I felt like I had enough soup already”

XL, pointing to the pot on the stove: “SAN LANG THAT WAS OUR DINNER” 😡😡

HC: [pikachu meme] “you’re the one who jumped me”

XL: [puffed out cheeks] “I can’t help it, you looked so good…”

HC: “ok how about you go shower and I’ll cook us something new :) “

XL: “nooo” :((( “I was supposed to make dinner tonight and then I RUINED it 😭”

HC: …

HC: “what if we…order takeout?”

XL: :0

XL: :)

XL: “fantastic idea, dear husband of mine” 😇

***

Throughout their years together, HC and XL have managed to create such a safe space that differs from what everyone thinks is normal in a relationship. Thus, HC would give the best dating advice. 

It would be in the secrecy of his office hours and if a student was really curious about what they should do in their own relationship/situation, they can consult in HC and boom, great advice from a happily married man.

“Even if I think it’s something small, I’ve learned to bring it up to Xie Lian. Cause he’s the type of person who would rather you tell him what’s bothering you instead of figuring it out some other way.”

“And we’re a team, so we work to figure out a solution together.”

“He’s my best friend, my partner, my husband - whatever, you name it. My biggest supporter. It takes effort on both ends to ensure we’re there for each other in the way that we need, to keep our relationship functioning and thriving.”

HC after rambling for 10 minutes: “Oop I’ve said too much”

Student: “nope, that was perfect” *has been blessed by Hua laoshi’s words of wisdom*

Also the student:

*sneakily wipes a tear cause how can two people love each other that much*

“write that down write that down”

“how could Hua laoshi think he deserves anything less 😭😭 Hua laoshi deserves everything ofc”

Student: “adopt me pls”

HC: “no u already got a momma and baba”

Student: “I have a mama who's a saint and daddy issues to last a lifetime”

HC: “well shit, you’re just like me fr”

***

HC updating XL because he’s a little late getting home and also just thinks it’s nice to share. But while HC is casually talking about what he said to his student, XL is staring at him with the most tender expression ever.

It takes a while for HC to notice, he pauses and asks, “is something wrong?”

XL simply shakes his head, eyes crinkling. “You’re just…amazing. You’re really making a difference in their lives, you know?”

HC shifts his gaze away nervously, but his ears noticeably redden. XL wants to kiss him silly.

Words aren't enough to describe how much XL loves his husband. 🥺

“It’s not a huge deal-”

A hand covers HC’s mouth, gently cutting him off. 

“Believe me. The world is a better place with you in it, San Lang.”

HC merely grunts in response. XL huffs out a laugh, reaching his other hand up to fondle with HC’s left ear. The two lean forward on instinct, resting their foreheads together.

“You are so precious, so precious to me,” XL breathes out.

HC’s expression softens in a way it only does in front of XL, and XL silently thanks whatever higher power there is that brought him the most wonderful human to love. 

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi 

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 11

I sighed getting out of bed.

I had a major headache. I always got them when I was thinking too hard about something. I opened my nightstand to get an Advil and then got up to get ready for school.

Like normal I didn't go all out, I got on a simple outfit and started my walk for school.

It was very windy today for some reason, but I guess I can't be surprised because like everything else in Paradis the weather was unpredictable.

I made it to school, met up with Annie and we made our way to class.

I saw Eren when I walked into class but ignored him and put my head down.

"Cheer up buttercup, you aren't happy to see me?" Eren said as he sat in front of me.

"Eren leave her alone." Armin quickly came to his side to defend me.

I put my head up and was face to face with Eren. Today I didn't feel like crying. I don't know why but I was just tired. Today I felt like I was a zombie just existing to exist with no other purpose and I don't think anyone could change that, not even Eren.

"Come on Armin we're just talking, right y/n?" Eren looked at Armin then back at me but I just put my head back down.

Eren was about to say something about how I was acting today but was soon stopped by Mr. Smith coming in the classroom and that Sasha girl shouting.

"Mr. Smith you forgot to put the partners on the board" Sasha said.

"I'm sorry Sasha. After you guys, I had five classes, so I did forget. But in order to simply assign you partners this morning, I did spend time yesterday writing all of your names on popsicle sticks. Mr. Smith stated with a small smile, but when he saw that the class wasn't interested, his expression returned to normal.

"I'll read them now," he said, mixing up the cup of popsicle sticks he had.

He pulled out two popsicle sticks and began to read the names off of them. "

"Connie and......Sasha" He read, making both Connie and Sasha get a big smile on their faces.

Lucky them, I thought to myself. I knew I wouldn't get a good partner because everyone in this class hated me except for Annie. But the chances of getting her were unlikely since, when has life ever been that good to me?

"Annie and..." Mr. Smith said, reaching for another stick. I crossed my fingers and hoped it'd be my name he called but of course, "Armin"

I mentally sighed when I heard I wasn't getting Annie but what I heard next was much worse. "Y/n and......Eren"

I literally slammed my head on the desk. I didn't even mean to; it was just a reflex but still.

It's been confirmed my life really is a circus and sadly for me I have to be the clown to entertain everyone. I mean come on it's crazy how everyone else gets the people they want, and I get Eren fucking Yeager. The guy who hates my whole existence.

After Mr. Smith said I would be partnered up with Eren I zoned out. I didn't care to hear anything anymore.

I didn't notice how long I had been zoned out until I felt a tap on my arm.

The tap came from Annie's side of my body, so I knew it was her. Eren wouldn't dare put his hands on me near Annie.

"We have to start working with our partners" she informed me and just as she did Eren turned his chair around and began staring at me like a hawk.

Armin also turned his chair around and flashed me and Annie smiles.

I sent him one back and then faced Eren. I thought I was okay working with him but as soon as my eyes met his I just felt drained.

I got up and walked to Mr. Smith's desk which made Eren confused so he watched my every movement.

"Hi Mr. Smith" I said when I approached his desk. He looked up at me and put down his stack of papers.

"Hello y/n, how can I help you?"

"Well, my stomach hurts really bad and I really need to go to the bathroom." I said with a frown while rubbing my stomach.

Mr. Smith reached for the bathroom pass and then handed it to me. "Here you go"

"Thank you, sir," I walked out of the classroom.

In truth I wasn't going to the bathroom, I was going to the library to rest. I was extremely tired and would much rather sleep than see Erens dumb face.

-

Erens Pov

It's been about 20 minutes and y/n still aren't back. It's not like I care but I am trying to pass this class and I can't really do that if I don't have a partner.

"Eren, can you come here for a second?" Mr. Smith asked, making me get out of my seat and walk over to him.

"Yes sir?"

"Y/n has been gone a long time. Can you go check on her? I'm a bit worried." He said scratching the back of his head.

"Uh sure sir. Where is she?"

"She's in the bathroom, Thank you"

I made my way out of the class and to the bathroom where y/n was supposed to be.

Since it was the girl's bathroom I couldn't just go in, so I knocked on the bathroom door but got no answer. "Y/n" I called but still no answer. "Is anyone in there?" I said but didn't get an answer. I decided to just walk in the bathroom to see if she was there, but she wasn't. All the stalls were empty.

I was about to walk out of the bathroom when I bumped into someone.

Historia.

"Eren" she beamed. "You must've gotten my message about meeting me here. I mean it was 20 minutes ago, but you came and that's all that matters." She smiled and hugged me.

I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. If I'm being honest, I've had her blocked for a week now so I definitely wouldn't have gotten her message.

"Ah no actually I'm looking for y/n" I said getting her off me.

"Oh," she said, trying to hide the dirty look that was trying so hard to reach her face. "Why would you do that?" she said with a smile, but I could tell she wasn't being genuine because her voice cracked.

"Mr. Smith asked me to" I said, rocking on my heels. The conversation was awkward.

I saw instant relief on her face when she saw I wasn't looking for y/n on my own freewill. "Do you think we can hang then?" She asked me and began to get a little touchier which let me know by "hang" she meant fuck.

"Oh no I'm actually trying to get back to class, maybe later though."

She sighed and gave me her best puppy dog eyes. "Please Eren, I need you." She whined.

Her begging did nothing but annoy me. I tried to keep my cool, but I could feel myself getting ready to tell her to fuck off. "I'm sorry but I really have to go."

I didn't even give her a chance to beg. I just left.

I didn't know where y/n was. For all I know she could be anywhere so I texted Armin and asked if he could ask Annie or something.

He told me that she was most likely in the library, so I headed there.

Sure, enough when I went into the library the first thing, I saw was a sleeping y/n.

I was going to go up to her and wake her up, but as I got closer, I changed my mind. I'm not sure why, but I didn't want to wake her. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully, and something told me she needed the rest.

On a normal day, this would have only made me want to mess with her even more, but something felt off. I really only messed with her to see if she would break, but today she just didn't feel breakable.

I didn't mean this in a way that suggested she was too happy for me to break through; rather, I meant that it seemed as though she had already been broken.

I decided to just sit and wait for her to get up.

-

Third person Pov

About 10 minutes later you finally decided to get up.

You extended your arms and glanced in front of you when you saw the brunette seated across from you looking at his phone.

You jumped a little startled from his presence.

"What are you doing here?" You spoke quietly because you were in a library and your voice was raspy from just waking up.

He put his phone back in his pocket before looking at you. "Great, you're finally awake." He gave you a smirk and flicked your forehead. "Mr. Smith was worried because you were gone for so long and wanted me to check up on you. He thought you had overdosed in the bathroom or something" Eren stated going back on his phone.

"Oh" was all you said. You started to get up ready to make your way back to class when Eren grabbed your arm.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

You looked at him like he was half stupid and then pulled your arm away. "I don't know Eren we are in a school, and I have class, I think you can put the pieces together"

Eren rolled his eyes. "Damn you're real sassy today" Eren grabbed your arm again but this time he pulled you down towards his face. "If you don't fix that attitude, I may have to fix it for you." He said with a flirtatious smirk on his face. He reached his other hand up to touch your face, but you instantly smacked it away.

You walked out of the library and sat on the ground next to the door.

It was still windy outside, but you didn't mind because you needed the breeze.

You were seriously considering skipping the rest of school, but then you remembered you'd have to deal with your dad when you got home, which you didn't want to do, so skipping wasn't an option.

You crossed your arms on top of your knees and put your head down. "When is this hell going to end?" You mumbled to yourself.

You sat there for a few seconds before you heard the library door open.

You put your head up a little to see who it was and of course it was Eren so you groaned and put your head back down.

"y/n we only have 15 more minutes of the first period so i'm going back to class do what you want." Eren said and then walked away.

You inwardly cursed yourself for sleeping for so long. You didn't even realize you'd slept for that long; you believed you just slept for 20 minutes. You stood up and began walking to class. However, you took a different path than Eren. You didn't want to walk with him and listen to his negative remarks.

Your route was slightly longer than Eren's, and by the time you arrived at class, he was already sitting in his chair.

Surprisingly Mr. Smith didn't seem upset about your disappearance and when you tried to go up to him to explain all he said was, "Eren already told me. I understand these things happen, don't worry about it." with a smile

It made you wonder what Eren had told him but then again, your headache had taken over all your thought process, so you nodded and headed to your seat.

When you started approaching your seat Eren didn't notice you because he was turned around talking to Armin and Annie. While approaching your seat you overheard a bit of their conversation.

"Annie, how could you be friends with someone so selfish like that?" Eren said.

"You're one to talk." Annie said defending you like usual.

"Oh what's that supposed to mean? When i'm partners with someone I dont go running off just to fucking sleep."

"And you give her every reason to do so." Annie said.

Eren didn't say anything, he just remained looking upset.

"I mean, Eren, you can't be that upset. Perhaps if you weren't so cruel to y/n, she wouldn't have run away from you. plus, she appeared to have gone through a lot this morning, so maybe she couldn't deal with you." Armin said, attempting to see everything through.

"Whatever" Eren huffed. "I don't even know why I covered for that bitch."

"Who the hell are you-" Annies sentence was cut short as you finally got to your seat.

Everyone went silent but you just put your head down. This made Eren suck his teeth.

"Was 30 minutes not enough rest for you? What was the point of coming back if you were just going to sleep again" he groaned.

"Eren I wish you would shut up for at least 20 minutes" you said with your head still down and with a sleepy tone.

"Aww how cute. Sadly i'm not a genie so get your ass up." he retorted

You sighed and put your head up, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep because he insisted on talking. "Yeager, what can I do for you?"

"Oh thank you so much y/n for being so sweet and finally collaborating. I don't know you can start by working on your side of the assignment, ''he said sarcastically.

"And what might that be?" you said genuinely confused. Annie had told you but of course you forgot.

Eren let out another sound showing he was aggravated. "If you would get off your ass and listen-" He took a deep breath to refrain from saying anything that might earn him a kick from Annie. "Ugh we are supposed to write ten things about our partners."

"That's simple, why didn't you just say that." you said confused on why he had trouble saying the simplest thing.

"Yeah, it is simple that's why you could have heard it for yourself. But anyways don't just put ten things on a piece of paper Mr. Smith wants it to be in a creative way. "

"Okay let's get sta-" you were about to start but the bell for next period cut your sentence short.

Eren groaned and sent you a death glare. "You gotta be shitting me." He whispered.

"Don't worry class these aren't do for a while, so you'll have plenty of time to finish" Mr. Smith shouted.

"Great." Eren stated. "y/n meet me Saturday at the park at 1 pm you better be there." He said getting his backpack and walking out the door with Armin and Mikasa.

You rolled your eyes and began packing your belongings for your next class. When you were finished, you went to find Annie, who was, of course, waiting for you by the door, so you went to her. "Hey, are you ready? " She asked.

"Yeah"

"All right, let's go." Annie began walking, and you followed, but you soon discovered she was walking in an entirely different way than our next class.

"Annie, this isn't the way to our next class."

"I know, we aren't going to it"

"Huh? Where are we going then?"

"Were skipping"

"What why?" you were getting scared and confused at this point. You and Annie might have stayed in the bathroom for like half a class but never did you guys skip.

"Because y/n you need rest. You're obviously tired and you can't get the rest you need here."

"No Annie I can't"

"I didn't ask," Annie stated firmly, letting you know she would drag you if she had to. But you definitely weren't letting her win this because you truly couldn't skip. You would be too scared to go home.

"Annie, you know I can't. My dad would be mad if I showed up at home at this time."

"Who said we were going to your house?"

"Where are we going then?"

"Mine. My dad isn't home and won't be for the next 3 days so you should be able to get some sleep before having to go home."

"Aww Ann-"

"Shut up"

you giggled at her being unaffectionate as always.

Our walk came to a stop, and you noticed that you had made it to the parking lot. you got in Annie's car and headed to her house.

Annie's house was nice; it was middle-class, like yours. You'd only been here twice before, so it's not like you hadn't seen it before, but you liked how neat Annie kept things. You wished you could keep your stuff as tidy, but Angie usually messed them up. But it's not like you gave a crap.

"Thanks again," you said, sitting on her bed.

"No problem, I know it's probably hard to get sleep since you have a lot on your plate at home."

You sighed. "Yeah"

"You're a busy woman y/n and I respect you for that so i'm not going to let you work yourself more than you have to"

You chuckled at Annies statement and put your head in your hands, hanging it low. "Annie I don't deserve someone like you" your voice cracked.

"Don't say such dumb things y/n"

"I mean it," you said as you lifted your head to gaze at her. She froze as she saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. "I've met a lot of people in my life, and none of them have ever believed in me, except you and Levi, and that's why disappointing you guys hurts the most."

"y/n what's wrong with you today? This seems like more than just a few missed hours of sleep"

Her worrying only made you cry harder "I'm so sorry Annie"

Annie didn't know what to do. She knew you were having a mental breakdown but this one was more serious than the usual ones. She immediately got you some tissues.

When she was handing them to you you pulled her shirt and hugged her while you sobbed. She didn't care for affection but she sensed you needed it and rubbed your back until you stopped sobbing.

"Now tell me what's the matter y/n"

You took a deep breath. "Where do I start, Annie."

You ended up telling her everything that happened yesterday from the time you got home to the time you woke up.

"I wouldn't take it personally, y/n," Annie remarked after you finished describing everything to her. "Angie is young, so she doesn't comprehend how bad your father is. And I'm very sure Violet's words from yesterday prompted her to say what she said. She was probably projecting her rage and trying to attack you where it hurt because Violet taught her that.

"You're right Annie."

"I know," she said, making you giggle.

"When are you ever wrong" you shook your head smiling.

"I can't recall." Annie pointed at her chin looking up at the ceiling.

You laughed. "What would I do without you?"

"You would go insane with your crazy mind," she stated.

"Hey" you looked over at her with your hand over your chest looking offended. "

I mean you're not wrong but ouch."

Annie giggled. Which made you smile on the inside.

Before the two of you realized it you were on top of Annie tickling her and she was beneath you squirming and giggling. How did you end up here? Who knows, all that mattered was the two of you were having fun.

"Say it" you shouted.

"Never" Annie said giggling while trying to get you off of her. You knew she was having fun and joking because if not she would have been kicked you off of her.

"Say it Annie." you started tickling her more.

"No y/n" she continued to giggle.

If someone saw the two of you they would think that you two were a bunch of goofballs but little did they know this was the rarest sight they would probably ever witness.

You tickled her even more and she finally cracked. "fine , fine i'll say it"

"Then say it"

"I can't if you're on top of me"

"Oh. you're right" you giggled and moved.

Annie seemed out of breath from all the giggling so she seemed like she was trying to speak, that is until she pushed you and ran.

You got up almost immediately and started chasing her. You chased her all over the house until she made it to the bathroom and locked the door. "Annie, you can't stay in there forever."

"Like hell I can't," she giggled.

You sat down next to the door and gained your breath. You didn't know how you were going to catch her but you knew you were. That's when you remembered there was a window in the bathroom. You weren't sure if it was open but you were sure going to find out.

You made your way outside and to the window. Surprisingly when you made your way outside you saw Annie escaping out the window.

You made sure she didn't see you and then when she came walking in your direction you waited until she was too close to run and jumped at her. You landed on top of her and made sure her head didn't hit the ground.

"You think you're getting away that easy, without saying it" you laughed.

You started tickling her again and of course she became a laughing mess under you.

"Damn I really can't get away from you." Annie said in between her laughs.

"Nope"

"Fine then i'll say it"

"Good and im not getting off you"

Annie sighed. "y/n is my favorite person in the world." Annie said defeated.

You began to kiss all around her face which made her laugh. "y/n I didn't agree to this the hell" she said but couldn't even keep a serious demeanor seeing how happy you were.

To her it was a relief to see you happy because today you truly were not being your normal self.

While you were pampering her face you noticed out of the corner of your eye something furry near her fence. It was a dog.

You stopped pampering her face. "Annie look" you said looking directly at the dog.

"He looks disgusted." Annie said.

"He's like damn you homosexuals" you added making yourself and Annie laugh.

After that, you and Annie went to pet the dog, then returned inside, where you two lost track of time and napped, and the day ended there.

a/n - yesss y/n x Annie era lol jk but I love them. I missed yall! I'm sorry I haven't updated but my brain has been on E I literally couldn't put anything into words. But yeah. Did you like this chapter? Just wanted to let you know this side of Annie is extremely rare and you probably will barely see it again but slay I love yall so much.

[borntoocry]

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

summary: indy is a new student that has moved from New York to Virginia. she hates it. until she bumps into a girl she cannot stop drooling over. 

a/n: imagine Bella Ramse as bee. that is my girlfriend. they’re so fine. 

I want to disappear into a hole and never ever come out. I want to wither away in my favorite outfit, and when people discover my body, they’ll see how miserable I was after I moved. The favorite outfit might sound confusing within that sentence, but it just means that I was a beautiful girl with beautiful clothes uprooted into a shitty town with terrible people with terrible senses of style. 

I keep telling myself that I shouldn’t be a judgy bitch if I want to make friends, but as of now I don’t want any. I’m fine with only having my company. I have been this way since my friends back home decided to cut off our friendship two months before I left. They said it was because I was leaving soon, but we’re now in the age of phones and FaceTiming doesn’t seem hard. Plus, it isn’t like I moved to Japan where it’d be night time at 10 A.M. in New York. I moved to Virginia. The ride is only six hours. 

Fuck them. I don’t need them anyway. 

I turn into a random hallway on my left and continue to wonder how people have no sense of style. We are only six hours away from New York, where people roam around in a bra and Daisy Dukes. Where people unleash their creativity within their wardrobe. People don’t care wether they look like a clown or look entirely too proper for Times Square; they just dress how they want to dress. I might hate some people’s fashion choices, but it’s fashion to them���something beautiful. Here, it just looks like everyone is wearing the outfit of their nightmares. 

I don’t want to blend in, but my mom told me this morning to not make myself known if I don’t want to make friends. So now I’m wearing a pink shirt with jeans and tennis shoes. A boring outfit that’ll somehow make me stand out; because pink? It’s Wednesday and no one so far has a hint of pink, not even a pair of socks. 

I look into every classroom in the hallway. There are sleeping kids and teachers excited to teach a subject that won’t matter by the time the student is 19. I know, teachers are God’s angels put on earth to fight the demons that are children, but why do many of the best teachers teach the worst subjects?

I asked my mom to place me on online school, simply because it’s my last year and having to meet new people and make a good first impression is a task I don’t want to do. But she said online learning isn’t really learning. It’s some kind of information you take in only to drop it off once you leave your chair. Understandable, but it’s better than going to school. 

A door opens at the end of the hallway and I spot a girl wearing a band T-shirt and a pair of long jean shorts. She has bruises leading down to her mismatched pink and blue socks and beat up white tennis shoes. I look at her soft face and her brown hair that is tied into a low bun. 

I stand frozen. Did the universe listen to me asking for at least someone to wear pink socks? I sure didn’t ask for someone to walk out with an emo t-shirt but I did hope for someone different. And this girl is… definitely different. And too damn attractive for my eyes. 

I back up and prepare my feet to swivel me around and fast-walk around the corner. But right as I tread backwards, a fucking pencil gets in my way. I trip but clutch onto the locker at my side before I fall directly onto the ground. 

“Fuck me,” I comment under my breath. 

A light chuckle comes out of the girl as she walks towards me. She grabs my hand as I am about to straighten up. “You alright?” 

“Yep,” I say. 

“You’re new,” she states.

“Yup,” I answer, although what she says isn’t in the form of a question. “How’d you know?” 

“Even in a basic outfit, me and everyone else here can tell you’re new.” 

“Great,” I mutter, enunciating the T. 

“You were walking away from me though,” she states. “How come?” 

“Scared of you,” I reply. 

“Scared?” she scoffs. 

“You look like those tough skater girls.” 

She looks me up and down and smiles. “I do skate. But I’m not scary.” 

I observe her face: her soft cheeks, slightly crooked bunny teeth, and her bumpy nose I cannot stop staring at. I look away before I have the chance to fall in love with her. I’ve barely started at this school, I cannot fall in love with anyone yet, no matter how much I want to. 

I nod at her words and turn around, hoping she follows behind me. I was down the hallways and hear her worn sneakers along the dirty floor. I find her next to me with her hands in her pockets and her head looking around the hallway—as if she hasn’t walked this hallway thousands of times before. 

“So… where do you come from?” 

“New York?” 

“The city?” 

“Kind of,” I answer. “Born in Long Island. Home is there and all, but I would stay with my mom in Brooklyn. I would stay with my dad during some weekends.” 

“Ah. That’s why your accent isn’t extremely thick.” 

I hum. “And you? Where are you from, skater girl?” 

She laughs. “Here. Born and raised.” 

I turn to look at her. “That’s sad, no?” 

“Yeah, it is. I have some family down in New York, but my mom doesn’t like it when I go.” 

“Why?” I ask, as if her mom has stabbed me in the back. 

“Too many gay people.” 

I scoff. “God, so she might be mad when she finds out one has invaded Virginia?” 

“You’re…” 

“Gay?” I ask. “Yes. Guys don’t do it for me.” 

“Hm.” 

We continue walking down the hallway to the right, and keep walking down until we reach the gymnasium. The sound of basketballs and kids yelling invades my ears and I want to pinch myself back to reality, where I’m in New York trying all kinds of pizza from all kinds of pizza places with Sydnee and James. The same old people I would hang out with every single day. 

“You don’t like it here, do you?” 

“What gave it away?” 

“You’re a sarcastic one, huh?” 

I turn to her and smile. “I don’t want to keep calling you skater girl. What’s your name?” 

“Bee.” 

“Like the buzz buzz bee’s?” 

She nods. “The one’s that make honey,” she chuckles. “And you? What’s your name?” 

“Indy.” 

“Like indie music?” 

“No. Like Lucinda.” Her mouth twitches open and I can tell she wants to laugh. I smirk and look into the big gym filled with musty freshmen. “You can laugh, Honey-Bee.” 

“Honey-Bee?” She whispers, but continues into her laugh. She chuckles, but only a bit. I suppose it’s to not sound like a bitch, but she wouldn’t be one because I’ve allowed her to laugh at my shitty Hispanic name. 

“I hate my name, so after elementary school I made everyone call me Indy. Cut off 90% of my name and switch out the a for a y. Made me look cool, sound it, too.” 

“So you’ve always wanted to be different?” 

My lips tick up into a deep smile. “Yes, I guess so.” 

A moment passes by where we only allow ourselves to look into the gym. The bouncing balls begin to die down and the coach blows her whistle. Even when the kids begin putting all of the cones and mats and balls away, we stare into the buzzing room. 

We enjoy the silence. Up until a loud pair of heels rushes down the hallway and begins to call out Honey-Bee’s name. 

“Bee! Bee, why have you been gone for—“ 

We both turn around and look at her with a smile. It’s a lady in her mid-forties: her orange hair is slicked back into a ponytail and she has on black jeans with a white dress shirt and an itchy-looking cardigan. Why someone would wear heels with such a boring outfit is beyond me, but she looked confident, so I kept back my remarks and facial responses. 

“Hi, miss…” I said. “I’m Indy, short of Lucinda. I’m new and Bee happened to find me lost.” 

She places her hands on her hips and looks at us both. She raises a brow and says, “Are you sure that was all? No funny business?” 

I smile and shake my head. I wish, I want to say, but I stick with, “No ma’am. No funny business.” 

“Good. Then let me take you to the office. Bee can show you around later.” She ticks her head to the side, motioning me to move on forward, and I do, but not without slightly shoving Honey-Bee. 

“I’ll find you. Or ask if you can show me around. Thanks.” 

“Alright Indy. I’ll make sure to find you.” 

[moniloveland]

My pretty nerd

Chapter:2

All the students were trying to concentrate about their lessons except Sehun.

He was looking outside through the window and was on his own world.

He hates these boring lectures, eagerly waiting when this boring class will finish.

Sehun in mind: I've fucked almost every beautiful girls of this university. They're all nothing interesting anymore. I want someone new hot and sexy one..

At that moment he heard a soft knock in his classroom door.

A very sweet honey voice: May I come in?

He looked at the main door and noticed a clownish looking guy who entered the classroom after teacher's permission.

That guy was short, his hair messy and looked very simple with his transparent glasses.

All the students looked at that guy weirdly.

Anyone could tell the guy has no fashion sense. His very simple oversized shirt, unmatched baggy pants and worn out shoes could easily judged by others that he didn't belong to this environment.

That guy talked to the professor very softly something...

The professor: Guys attention please..we have a new student here. Please introduce yourself to others.

That guy with a smile cheerfully said: Hello everyone I am Byun Baekhyun.I am from Bucheon.This is my first day here.Nice to meet you all and let's be friends...

He bowed to them and looked at others.

Baekhyun could easily say that all of the students were giving him awkward looks just like they have seen something unsuitable for them.

But that look doesn't matter to him ,he is used to this kind of behavior but someone caught his attention. He saw a cute short, brown hair guy looking at him with a gentle smile.

Their professor noticed here and there ,lastly said :You can seat with Kim Suho. Suho raise your hand.

Then Suho raised his hand and asked Baekhyun to seat him him.

Baekhyun gave a pleased smile after getting Suho as his seat mate. Although he didn't know him, it seemed like Suho's smile was genuine.

Suho and Baekhyun sat together and greeted each other.

Baekhyun: Hello...

Suho: Hi,can I call you Baek?

Baekhyun with his boxy smile: Of course you can.

Suho asked his birthday, after that..

Suho: So you're a little bit younger than me. If you want you can call me hyung or Suho whatever you want.

Baekhyun: Ok, I will call you hyung.

They smiled at each other.

Suho: You are really cute Baekhyun.Let's be friends..

Baekhyun: You are cuter hyung, you look like a cute bunny.

Although it's new for Baekhyun someone wanted to be his friend that quickly, moreover willingly but he didn't mind...

Baekhyun: Yeah friends...

Sehun looked at Baekhyun and in his mind :I wanted to get someone hot sexy girl but unfortunately met a ugly nerd guy! Bad luck....

Strange!Why is Suho hyung talking to this ugly guy and also smiling?! I have never seen someone in this time with these old fashioned clothes,such a clown he is



Some of their classes had finished, Sehun could barely pass his most boring times.

Sehun time to time gave Baekhyun glances annoyedly since he was the reason Suho totally ignored him completely in these whole classes. Apparently Suho was enjoying Baekhyun's company.

When it was time for their lunch,Sehun was expecting Suho will come to him to go to eat lunch together but today it's completely different. It seemed like Suho has no time for him today because Suho and Baekhyun went outside holding each other hands. They were talking something and laughing, left like that Sehun didn't exist for Suho.

Sehun's mood was pissed off by them. He let out a sigh and went to the canteen area annoyedly.

In the canteen area..

Sehun came to them and he was ready to seat his regular seat but Suho pulled Baekhyun's hand patted on the chair to sit beside him.

Baekhyun sat on that seat.

Sehun stated sternly: This is my seat! Sit somewhere else..

Baekhyun was about to stand up quickly: Oh! I am sorry I didn't know that...

But Suho grabbed his hand and said:Sehun you can sit somewhere else.He is my new friend so I want to spend time with him.

This statement made Sehun angrier towards Baekhyun.

Suho: Sehun, meet my new cute friend Baekhyun. And Baekhyun, this is Oh Sehun...the university heartthrob. You can say the most handsome guy in this university.

Baekhyun with a smile: Oh hi Sehun! You can call me-

Sehun ignored him and sat on a different seat which is near to them.

All of the friends of Suho came to the canteen and introduced themselves to Baekhyun cheerfully and same went with Baekhyun.

They all said Baekhyun is very cute and sweet.

Hearing these words Sehun scoffed internally.They started eating and all of the friends shared some food portions with Baekhyun, which they always did with Sehun before.

But today view's different, it made Sehun jealous. Even though Baekhyun didn't do anything wrong ,without any reason he made Baekhyun his enemy in his mind.

His gloomy face lit up after receiving a text, it's from one of his sl*ts .He smirked after reading the text.

Sexy boobs: Daddy where are you? Your babygirl is so wet for you..wanna enjoy?

Sehun wasn't eating before for his bad mood, Baekhyun noticed it.

Baekhyun: Sehun do you want this?

Baekhyun offered some of his food sweetly but in result he got a death glare from Sehun .

Baekhyun couldn't understand why it was for,he thought maybe Sehun is a bit cold nature. He was very happy that all of other friends were very friendly to him,it's felt like they're known to each other from years except Sehun..

Sehun texted back..

Sehun: Coming baby...daddy is hard too..wait for me near the toilet.

Sehun left from there while smirking.Their friends knew very well where he went.

Baekhyun: Mmm... Sehun didn't eat his food, he eat just a little bit...

Suho: Don't worry Baek, he will eat his main food from a different place. Leave him.

Baekhyun didn't understand what Suho said ,he just shrugged off and finished eating.

On the other hand in the toilet Sehun's fucking a girl mercilessly. His mood was off so he thought he needs a good fuck.The girl is so sexy especially her boobs and very popular so Sehun offered her to fuck her again tomorrow.

That girl was addicted to Sehun's length, she immediately agreed.

The girl with a smile: See you tomorrow then..

They finished their unholy work and attended their classes.

That day passed, next morning Sehun was waiting for Suho and Lay in front at the University but the next scene didn't take time to ruin his mood.

Suho was running after Baekhyun,he is trying to catch Baekhyun.They both were giggling. Lay also smiled at them.

Sehun: Why are you late? I am waiting for a long for both of you(Suho and Lay)

Suho sarcastically: Am seeing right baby? Look great Mr Oh Sehun is standing and waiting for us ?

Lay: Yeah it's new!

Baekhyun noticed Sehun avoided his existence.

Baekhyun with a smile: Oh hi Sehun. Good morning!

Sehun: Hurry up,class will be starting soon..

Baekhyun stopped smiling and followed behind them.

They all went to their classrooms..

Sehun: Suho hyung you wanna sit with me?

Suho shook his head as no,Sehun felt sad.

Suho: I want to sit with Baek.

Their class started...as usual Sehun was feeling bored and he was on his day dreaming mood for another thing. He didn't even notice his teacher called him several times

Later his teacher came to him and asked loudly :Oh Sehun where is your concentration? I am asking you something since long!!

That helped him to get back on his earth,he flinched a little a looked at teacher confusedly, his teacher spoke again: Give a simple speech, at least 5 sentences with some examples about the topics I have taught you guys right now.

Sehun in mind : No why me?!

Ahhh I can't do these

Teacher: Why are you waiting for just go there and say something..

Sehun went near the board unwantedly ,he felt like his head's spinning after seeing the topic which was written by his teacher. He tried to say something but miserably failed.

Teacher: Shame Sehun!I am teaching this same topic for some days but you couldn't say a simple sentence. This is why I always say concentrate your study. Now go..

Sehun returned to his seat with ashamed face

Their teacher started writing but someone interrupted him ,and it's Baekhyun.

His teacher asked him the reason for interrupting,

Baekhyun: I am sorry to interrupt you...mm...actually I wanted to say some things about this topic...the way you have taught us it was really great but it was hard for us a bit to understand..if you don't mind can explain this in a simple way?

The teacher: Carry on..first come here.

Baekhyun went near to the board and wrote something and explained to the students very gracefully.

The students were listening to him carefully and understood the topic very easily.

Their teacher was astonished.

The teacher: Where did you learn about this?!

Baekhyun: Mm..I have learned about this topic in Bucheon. Actually I love to read books a lot so I know these details from other sources.

The teacher was amazed and asked him about some more difficult topics , but it seemed 'a piece of a cake ' for Baekhyun.

His teacher asked his previous school result, after hearing the results all the students swallowed their own saliva. Baekhyun's a very studious and brilliant student.

His teacher complimented him without any hesitation and felt proud that Baekhyun is now in their university. All the students clapped for him without Sehun.

Sehun was burning in jealousy and in his mind: Hmm,as expected he is a nerd...

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The Fate of the Marked Six Chapter 3

SHIT I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST-. Uh anyways, Logicality is my favorite ship and actually i love them in this. I hope you guys enjoy and if you do, please reblog this because it helps a lot more than a like would! <3 ——————– Summary: Virgil moves into a new town and meets Roman, a ghost that he promises to help in finding the unfinished business needed to pass over. However, Roman's past seemed to be deeply muddled with trouble, an uncurable disease that has started to affect a classmate, and a certain tight-lipped valedictorian. Friendships are made and Virgil finds himself thrown into a situation far more complicated and twisted than he signed up. Hopefully, with the help of his new five friends, he can find a way to bring peace to the town once and for all.

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Chapter 03

Patton Morris wasn’t the easiest person to deal with. He, himself, knew that by heart. His parents weren’t always around, so he had a sense of independence that caused him to never want to let anybody else take control of his life. He pretended to be the dad to everyone where his own father failed. He hid his sadness behind the jokes and puns he made in class. Even if it disrupted the class, he hoped that maybe, just maybe, if he got in trouble, he could stay in the company of someone for a little longer and not have to go back to the empty, lonely building he called his home. Even if that someone was the supervisor for detention, Patton took what he could get. He used humor to deflect any negative emotions, hoping that maybe if he was cheerful all the time, someone would always like him. He had insecurities about not being able to have any powers, and knew that if he stopped being funny for one second, the bullies with super strength would find him and kill him.

However, sometimes the act was just too much for him. It felt like an off-day on the Monday he went back to school after his parents came home. Although he hated how his parents were never home, almost on the verge of abandoning him, he hated seeing them more. At least when they were gone, Patton could pretend like they were good parents.

It seemed clear to everyone that today was an off-day for Patton because as soon as he walked in, there was no cheerfulness. Even with the forced smiles that Patton gave to everyone, his classmates could tell that Patton wasn't as cheery as he normally was. At least it seemed clear to everyone but the valedictorian, Logan.

The two were always at odds with Logan always being the rule enforcer, and him always being the rule breaker. Being the class clown meant pranks in every hallway every week (that were only done to make someone smile), and being the valedictorian meant Logan had to help clean up everything and enforce the rules by sending him to detention.

Usually, Logan was good at reading his moods, even without him realizing it. When Patton wasn’t smiling as often as he normally did, Logan was a bit more lenient in letting him go a few minutes early from detention or only giving him a warning instead of a straight hour of detention. However, it was clear that Logan didn’t understand Patton’s signs of distress the entire day. If Patton even made one move out of place, Logan hit him with another hour of detention.

By fifth period, Patton had gotten 6 hours just from stepping into the classroom a second after the bell stopped ringing and tripping on a desk which caused a huge scene. It was known that Patton was clumsy or sometimes exactly on time--if not a few seconds late. Logan had gotten accustomed to the idea and normally gave him a warning or brushing it off as a class clown activity. Today though was different. Instead of him just giving a warning or brushing it off, Logan just scribbled another hour of detention down on a pass and gave it to Patton.

Now, Patton was sitting at the lunch tables alone, staring at the detention hours he had been given. It disheartened him to see the stack that he had gained just from being in a bad mood, although he could argue that Logan was also in a bad mood for assigning Patton with this many hours. At this point, Patton just wanted to go home, lock himself in his room, and sleep. Unfortunately, Logan decided to be difficult by refusing Patton from making up the detention hours during lunch (for some reason). Instead, Patton was forced to stay at school for another few hours, which made Patton's bad mood even worse.

To make things worse, it was only lunch time and Patton had forgotten to pack a lunch. He was starving, tired, and moody. Leaning down, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the surroundings and his growling stomach. Maybe, he could get a few minutes of nap time before his last class and the few hours of detention he had to serve. However, it was clear someone else didn’t get the vibe as he heard someone sit down at the table with him, right across. He groaned internally, looking up to see Logan staring at him.

Great. Just the last person he wanted to see. This just wasn't helping his mood.

“Logan!” Patton forced a smile, "Are you here to give me another hour of detention or sleeping or-"

Logan pulled two boxes out of his backpack, one light blue and the other dark blue. He held the light blue box out for Patton, "This is for you."

Patton raised an eyebrow as he took the box, glancing at it suspiciously.

“I didn’t poison it.” Logan remarked as he pulled out his own lunch to eat. “You won’t die eating it. I made sure to grab the one without the shellfish.”

Patton opened it carefully, one flap after the other, until it was fully open, and he looked inside. There was food; to be more specific, it was a bento box with rice, and spam. Patton looked over to Logan's lunch to see that he had almost the same thing, just with everything from the food pyramid. The different types of foods were sectioned off with 30% rice, 25% cooked broccoli, 20% strawberries, 15% spam, and 10% chocolate chip cookies. Classic Logan.

“I wasn't sure what you liked, but this was all they had at the convenience store that looked remotely edible. I tried to see if there were any with vegetables and fruits to make sure you had a healthy meal, but I suppose it can't be helped with convenience store meals." Logan remarked, adjusting his glasses.

“Wh-what?”

“You’re the class clown, and almost like my class rival because I’m always going head and head against you. I don’t talk to anyone that isn’t you on a regular basis. To me, in some dark and twisted way, you’re like my best friend because I hang out with you because I have to. I clean up after your messes, and have to supervise you as if you’re some child when I know you're fully capable of taking care of yourself. Of course I’m going to notice when something’s wrong.” Logan remarked as he began to eat his food.

“Then why'd you give me so many detentions today?” Patton was still suspicious, but was too hungry to argue about refusing the food Logan had graciously set out in front of him.

"Your shoulders are sagging, your eyes are having difficulty staying open even now, you have yawned 173 times in the past two hours, your walking has slowed significantly, and you don't tilt your head when you smile--an indication that shows that your smiles are genuine. Your stomach has been growling, your skin is pale compared to before, and I don't even want to imagine the last time you drank water was. You clearly are not getting the essentials at home and need time to recover while at school. If I were to hand you detention hours, I would be able to look over your well-being by making sure you are well-rested, not going hungry, and getting the proper amounts of water intake."

Patton blinked at the boy in front of him. He hadn’t realized Logan even paid attention to him to that extent. "Wow, Logan, that's...really kind of you."

Logan scoffed, looking away in embarrassment, "You need to take care of yourself if you ever want to get anywhere in life. Don't try to pay me back, Morris, or I'll make you scrape the gum off of desks instead of resting.”

"Got it."

“How long do you need me to give you these hours?”

“Just today.” Patton didn't want to take up more of Logan's time than he already had taken up.

Logan seemed to know better as he finished his lunch, packing it up with a simple statement, "A week it is."

"Logan-" Patton began before Logan shook his head.

"It's been decided, Patton. I'll see you at detention. You must be at the classroom by the time stated on the slip.”

“I wouldn’t dare miss it.” Patton remarked, letting a smile break on his face. A smile he didn’t have to force.

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Patton walked into the detention classroom to find Logan in the corner reading a book.

“You’re late.” Logan commented without looking up to check the time or to look at him, instead turning the page of his book and continuing with the reading.

“Oh come on, Logan. Cut me some slack please? The bell rang, and I have to get all the way across campus in a minute. It wasn't bound to happen.”

“I know. Report to me tomorrow to finish your hours, because I’m not staying past 5.” Logan sighed in defeat before pointing to the slip on the empty desk next to him. “I have a club to run at that time.”

“I have a question, Logan…why do you supervise detention? Shouldn’t it be the teachers’ job?”

Logan blinked, almost as if he assumed Patton knew, before it clicked in his head that he never told him, “I guess I assumed that everyone knew, but it didn’t occur to me that not everyone was in this city when my brother was in high school.”

“You have a brother?” Patton raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Logan’s eyes flickered to a saddened expression, but it was too quick for Patton to comment on it, because he blinked and his expression was back to robotic apathy as it normally was. “My mother’s the principal. She’ll ask me to help out from time to time, and since she doesn’t want to pay me, she just justifies it as duties of the valedictorian.”

“How did I not know all this?” Patton asked incredulously. “I feel like I’ve known you for so long.”

“Because I don’t talk to people about myself.” Logan remarked as he finished the chapter, bookmarking it and closing it. “You, on the other hand, Patton Morris, talk too much. 17 years old, blue eyes. Not the blue that comes from the deep ocean, or the blue that comes from an unpolluted sky, but the blue that comes from my denim jeans mixed with the blue that comes from the teal paint in the math wing. Brown hair that he refuses to let curl even though it damages his hair to straighten it every day. No siblings. Favorite color: light grey like the cardigan you always have, favorite animal: cats, favorite flower: alliums, favorite-“

“Alright, I get it. I’m a bad person for not knowing anything about you, when you know everything about me.” Patton chuckled, guilt crawling up his spine. He should've done more to learn about Logan, but he never persisted anytime Logan changed the subject.

“No, the difference is that you have friends. You talk really loudly, and your friends do too. I overhear things and I just can remember them. Perks of having a strong memory.” Logan adjusted his glasses once more. Patton found it oddly curious how Logan wore his glasses pressed up to his face while Patton was the complete opposite, wearing his glasses at the bottom of his nose that always threatened to fall off.

“Hm, I wish I had that.” Patton laughed, “Super memory would be really nice.”

“Sometimes.” Logan gave a small smile, clearly forced. Patton decided not to press onto it.

“So tell me more about you, Mr. Sanders.”

“Like what?” Logan asked, pulling out a pen to answer his analysis questions.

“Let’s start with simple stuff. Your favorites.”

“I suppose it’s only fair because I know yours. Food: the homemade spaghetti my brother used to make for me. Color: black. Flower: marigolds because of the hidden meaning. Animal: jellyfish for their simplicity and tranquility.”

“Your brother's spaghetti must be mouthwateringly good for you to say it's your favorite. I wasn't even sure that someone as stoic as you had many favorites."

"I appreciate a lot of things." Logan shrugged, "He stopped cooking it for me."

Patton could see the nostalgia and melancholy that glazed over Logan's eyes. He could relate, knowing how it felt to have unexplainable sadness that ached in the heart. Patton wondered what caused Logan to feel like that to the point where he had been so stoic to everyone, especially Patton.

“What? Why?”

“We got in a fight.” Logan murmured. “He moved away so we haven’t been able to reconcile.”

“For college?”

“…kinda.” Logan’s eyes darkened. He wasn't ready to talk about it, so Patton let it go, just like most of the questions he asked Logan with no answer. Maybe Logan's past was something that Logan himself wasn't too happy with.

“What’s your brother’s name?”

Logan stiffened before he turned towards the boy, avoiding the question, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Patton didn't want to feel like a burden, so he ended the conversation with a simple statement, "It's alright if you don't want to tell me, Logan, but it doesn't mean you should avoid it. If you do that, you'll forget everything that happened."

Logan put his pen down as he finished writing the last question. Standing up, his stuff still in the room, he walked towards the door.

Right, Logan had a club meeting to attend while Patton was resting.

Right before he left the room, his back still facing the doorway, he let Patton know, “Sometimes, it’s easier to forget my past and about myself than it is to accept what happened.”

With no other context, Patton was left with thousands of questions.

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It was 6 in the evening when Logan came back into the room, holding two bento boxes.

Patton had taken the time alone to take a nap, but it was clear he was still jumpy because he heard the door creak open and immediately jumped up. He inhaled as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, looking to see who it was.

“Your hair’s a mess.” Logan remarked.

Patton stretched, laughing, “Thanks.”

“Your voice is a lot deeper when you first wake up.” He spoke plainly as he plopped a bento box down on his desk, “My club meeting ran late. Apologies.”

“No, it’s okay.” Patton murmured, “You really didn’t have to get me food.”

“You’re going to be spending another hour here. I’m not letting you starve.” Logan replied, almost as if it was assumed that he would get dinner for the person who arguably annoyed his the most.

Patton laughed, thanking his before opening it up to see noodles. “Where do you get these?”

“I know a place.”

"No specifics?"

Logan didn’t bother to answer, the two of them eating in silence.

After some time though, Logan broke the silence, “Do you have powers?”

“Hm?” Patton asked, looking up before shaking his head, “I wish I did, but I’m pretty sure the magic is not working in my favor.”

“Sometimes, you don’t know you have it for a long time, and then when you figure out that other people can’t do the same thing, it becomes stronger.”

“Well…then maybe I’ll hold out a bit of hope.” Patton crossed his fingers as he finished the noodles, putting his fork away and throwing anything unnecessary in the trash.

Logan just smiled, doing the same with his finished dinner.

“You left your stuff here before you went to your club meeting.” Patton spoke up.

“Well, I was coming back, and I trusted you enough to watch over it, even if you were asleep.” Logan shrugged, “Besides, my homework was finished.”

“What club meeting was it?”

“Model UN.”

“I see. What country are you?”

“South Korea.” Logan murmured.

“What prompted that?”

“I found their country and their technological advances so fascinating. I've always been connected with technology in many ways and I love learning more about new things. This was a way I could connect with it.” Logan replied.

“You seem very open once people talk to you. Why don’t you let more people know about who you are? I think you’re interesting.”

“No one really cared to ask, so I didn’t ever tell anyone. Besides, when people start to know me, they ask me questions I’m not ready to answer yet.”

“Hm, I wish I could be more open like that. It takes me a lot longer to open up.” Patton snorted.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I think there’s a little more sincerity is being closed off than it is to be open, but not vulnerable.” Logan murmured, putting away his stuff.

“Are you going already?” Patton asked.

“Yeah. It’s already seven, and you deserve to get some sleep in a comfortable setting like your bed. I’ll see you tomorrow, Morris. Good night.” Logan replied.

Patton felt fear crawl up his spine as he realized that he enjoyed talking to Logan and would've rather he stayed there than walk back home. Still, he waved goodbye and gave a smile to the leaving boy.

"Good night, Logan!"

He couldn't extend the inevitable any longer. It was a few seconds after he left that Patton also packed up. There was a paper on his desk that he hadn't notice Logan placed until now. Picking it up, Patton read what was on the paper.

In Logan's crazy neat handwriting, there was a number--a phone number to be specific--and his name, with the words “Don’t call me unless it’s an emergency. I hope I don’t have to explain to you what an emergency is.”

Patton laughed as he pocketed the number, not paying attention to how big his smile became whenever Logan did something worth smiling about. ————– THEY'RE SO CUTE PLS I LOVE THEM GLASSES GAYS. I'm lowkey scared that Patton doesn't act like Patton in this, but I'm sure it's fine (for now). It might get a little hard later on, but it should still be fun to see how this plays out

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CLASSROOM THINGS, PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

- details ; brothers x gn! reader ; head-cannon based ; 〘🐙〙 obey me m.list ; they/them/you/yours

- summary; random things that'll happen with the brothers during class

- requests are open as of 20/8

- a/n ; writing shit because insomnia is kicking in , those whose match-ups aren't done yet hope you'll be patient there's quite a few to get done.

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LUCIFER

• lucifer is definitely the role model good student.

• he would probably be the one who wakes you up with a small knock on your desk if you fall asleep.

• but sometimes he would let you sleep, if the day was colder than normal he would bring his coat just for you to wear it. [ he makes sure you wear it ]

• probably would tutor you even during classes you know those times where the teacher would give you work to do and everyone would be silent.

• yeah during those times he'll glance over at you to check if you need any help. [ totally not because of how cute you look when you're concentrated or when you make a face to a question you don't understand. ]

• he wouldn't stare at you during class but will constantly check on you.

• if you pass notes to him lucifer wouldn't respond with full sentences, maybe just a short response and a reminder to focus on lessons.

• the kid that does extra work after doing the assignment.

• and he's obviously part of every type of committee.

• the teachers the students LOVE him so much any request from him its done immediately.

• he was well aware of this bias , but wouldn't usually make use of it however he would use it just this once by asking the teacher to place his seating next to you.

• to make sure you do your work not because he wants to be close to you or anything !

• he sits formally of course idk how else to describe it , he also usually has his arms crossed.

• everyone wants to pair with the hot daddy for any type of pair / group work but he only has eyes for you and no one dares to ask you to pair with them anyways with the first born glaring them down.

• if you both have separate classes he'll pick you up after your class and spend time with you during breaks , walking to you your next class too.

• helps you carry your books , open doors , push in your seat, refill your quill and pen inks and gives you hand written notes for your class.

• he keeps track of your schedule , i head-cannon that some days he gets to walk around the school and deal with some errands because he's the right hand man of the prince himself and all.

• so during those days he gets to skip his classes , he'll walk directly to the classroom you're at to check on you , then he'll go and check on his brothers next.

" full marks again , at this point its not surprising. “

"well mc , maybe if you stopped hanging out with mammon and studied you'd score higher. “

" that's kinda hot you know. "

" what is ? “

" you being so effortlessly smart , like damn what can you not do ? “

• he's blusinnn

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MAMMON

• the class clown.

• everyone but the teachers love him so much like he's so funny.

• he would be those that randomly makes a remark and the whole class would go from dead silent to shitting themselves with laughter.

• this man gets 0 homework done, but i head-cannon that he's really good at math because you know counting money and shit so he probably picked math up along the way.

• if you're good / bad at math or get like 0.1 marks lower than him he would go all like " out of my kindness the great mammon would ya out !"

• if you reject him he's going to go all pouty throughout the lesson and feeling like shit.[ please don't reject him he promises he'll be of use ! ]

• but if you're really upset or salty about him beating you without studying , next test he'll purposefully fail just to make you happy.

• if you're not the studious type , well the teacher is going to have a hard time with both of you.

• your classmates LOVE you both , y’all are the humble funny popular students that everyone wants to be friends with.

• your classmates find it so painful that mammon just can't confess for the life of him.

• they've hyped him up, gave him advice , even set him up with you by asking the teacher to place his seat right next to you !

• but this man just can't look you in the eye and pour his feelings out.

• you both pass a shit ton of notes to the point where mammon bought a notebook just to doodle and write some stuff and pass the book to you.

• if you both have different classes , he'd be so whiny about it and beg lucifer to transfer him to your class. [ although the whole reason why you're apart is because when you both are together its fucking world war 3. ]

• definitely shamelessly stares at you during class without knowing , if you point it out he goes red and starts stuttering.

• probably sits with a man spread , one leg up , arm resting across your back rest or his own.

classmate #1; "mc! look someone gave your favourite flowers, i wonder who its from ~ “

" they're so pretty but really who would randomly give flowers to me? i haven't even done anything. “

" oi human! who gave you those ? "

" i don't know. “

' w-well you don't have any idea w-who gave these?! "

"nope , if i do find them it's an immediate date on the spot. "

[ you know its mammon , he low key gets salty that you don't know its him but imagining both of you on a date and kissing him ? bros malfunctioning. ]

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[shurisneakers]

harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them 

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He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch. 

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.”

“I thought you were having fun.” 

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was. 

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them. 

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest. 

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods. 

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist. 

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free. 

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing. 

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack. 

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel. 

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously. 

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.” 

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky. 

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it. 

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again. 

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper. 

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back. 

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house. 

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?” 

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches. 

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t. 

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats. 

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it. 

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects. 

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over. 

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

Next part 

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Potion Partners

Pairing ✨- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: Y/N is a quiet girl that stays clear from trouble, but that becomes difficult once she has to partner up with Fred Weasley in Potions.

Word Count 🖊: 1,724

A/N 🗣: hello all!! this is my first ever imagine on tumblr and first i’ve ever written really, so this is quite different to what i’m used to! but i hope you all enjoy anyway!

Warnings ⚠️: this is just fluff so i think we should be good

Requested? 📮 - nope

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It had been the one class Y/N had been dreading all day: Potions. It wasn’t that she wasn’t any good at the subject, she just didn’t like how Professor Snape treated the students and favoured others.

Y/N was not one of those favoured, unfortunately.

As soon as she had finished Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, she raced to Potions, Snape couldn’t take housepoints from her if she arrived early. It took some time, but she finally arrived, only a few other students waiting outside the classroom. Clearly they had the same idea as her.

With a smile to her fellow classmates, she walked over to the stone wall and opened one of her books. Might as well spend the rest of time preparing for the class. It was quite peaceful, only the flames from the torches and quiet chatter from students were heard.

But of course, it didn’t stay quiet for long. A door behind Y/N swung open, slamming against the stone loudly. The noise completely startled the girl, dropping her books on the floor. Y/N quickly glanced up to see it was the Weasley twins that had just entered the corridor.

Fred and George Weasley. The class clowns of Hogwarts and two heartthrobs that the students of the school adored. Would Y/N be lying if she said she hadn’t fancied one of them? Completely. Fred Weasley had always a been a secret crush of hers since she first saw him, but who could blame her?

Unfortunately, girls like her didn’t stand chances with boys like him, and she had accepted that a long time ago.

Before the red head could catch her looking at him, she focused her attention back on the fact her books were completely sprawled along the stone floor. Y/N bent down and started to try and gather her books, lucky for her one of her fellow classmates started to help her pick them up.

“Thank you.” Y/N muttered before she stood back up and accepted the books from the classmate.

“No problem.” The voice accepted, Y/N looking up and seeing it was none other than Fred Weasley. Her eyes widened slightly, mentally kicking herself as she realised how strange she looked.

Y/N didn’t say anything, just gave a small smile and turned away from the tall Weasley. But he didn’t seem to be finished talking to her.

“That’s a lot of books you have there, Y/N.” Fred pointed out, which almost made Y/N’s heart leave her body. He knew her name?! She kept to herself and only had a few friends, nothing that would put herself out there enough for Fred to know her name.

“You know who I am?” Y/N quietly muttered, her cheeks starting to turn a bashful red. Oh how she was thankful that everyone else was focused on their own conversations to see what was happening.

Fred raised an eyebrow and let out a breathy laugh. “Course I do.” He replied, like it was just so obvious.

Fred Weasley had messed up here, he had only found out who Y/N was just a few months ago thanks to Angelina and Alicia. He was dragged to the library by his two friends and seen Y/N reading at the table herself. Immediately, he caught himself staring, how had he never noticed her before? She was beautiful.

He questioned his two friends and they informed him who Y/N was, but they didn’t know much about her themselves. Fred was desperate to find out more about the mystery girl, starting to try sit near her in classes and in the Grand Hall, hoping she didn’t think he was weird.

She didn’t notice most of these advances, and if she did, she avoided eye contact with him at all times, which he didn’t understand why, had he pulled a prank and she had fallen victim to it? He wasn’t sure.

Y/N didn’t have the chance to reply to Fred as the Potion’s classroom door opened, Professor Snape walking out and sternly looking at them all.

“Most of you will be unable to do this, but enter the classroom and stand by your desk.” Snape eyes fixated on Fred and George.” “Calmly”

Fred and George just smirked at their Professor as the rest of the class entered his classroom. Y/N smiled at Alicia Spinnet, who she shared a desk with, as they settled into the seats.

Snape didn’t seem to trust the Weasley Twins today, motioning them to get up from their seats as soon as they sat beside each other.

“I don’t believe that either of you can be trusted working with each other. So today you’ll be split up.” Snape informed them, Fred and George usually always worked together so most of the class were shocked at their Professor’s demand.

Snape had a very slight smile. “George with Miss Spinnet, Fred with Miss Y/L/N.” He requested them. Y/N couldn’t believe it, how was she going to work with Fred? Alicia got up from her seat and walked over to where George stayed seated, Fred getting up and walking over to where Y/N was seated.

“Alright?” He greeted as he sat down, Y/N nodding slightly, Godric how she hoped that it wouldn’t be this awkward the whole period.

Snape explained to them what potion they would have to produce today, Y/N writing down all the ingredients while Fred was busy balancing his quill on his forehead out of boredom.

“Do you want me to go collect the ingredients?” Y/N questioned, bringing back Fred into reality, who had just realised that the class had began to make the potion.

“I’ll go up.” Fred offered, getting up from his seat. “Are they all written down here?” Y/N nodded as she handed him the piece of parchment, her hand briefly brushing his, sending butterfly’s to her stomach.

Fred didn’t have a clue what half of these ingredients were, grabbing what he thought was each product and hoped for the best. He brought the stuff back over to Y/N, who raised a brow.

“Are you sure this is all the right stuff?” Y/N asked, scanning the stuff Fred had picked up.

“Of course.” Fred confidently replied. Y/N shrugged, picking up a bottle to start the potion when a hand went on top of hers. “I’ll do the potion, you can sit and relax.” He offered.

“Oh, Fred, it’s no problem.” Y/N gave a small smile. “Everyone else is working in partners, you don’t need to do everything.” She didn’t trust he knew what he was doing anyway, so she just hoped he let her help.

“I’m actually quite the potion’s master, Y/N.” Fred smirked as he began to add random ingredients to the caldron. That smirk kept the girl quiet, her face turning bright red and unable to respond.

Fred was surprised that Y/N was actually talking to him, and actually holding eye contact. He hoped for his sake that his random ingredients he picked up would benefit him and make the potion that was required.

But life would be too easy if that happened.

The potion exploded up in the air, barely missing both Fred and Y/N’s face. Fred let out a laugh at what just happened, not noticing the complete shock present on Y/N’s face. Her eyes looked to the front of the class to see Snape’s face.

Safe to say he was pissed off.

Snape gave them both detention, something Fred was used to and Y/N not so much. They stayed after class since it was the last period of the day and Snape demanded that they cleaned every caldron to be completely spotless.

Snape had left to go to speak to Professor Flitwick, so it was just Fred and Y/N, alone. For the first few minutes, it was silence. Y/N too busy scrubbing one of the cauldrons to notice that Fred had walked up beside her.

“You know, I’m quite happy we’re in detention together.” Fred smirked at her, Y/N thought he was having a joke around.

Y/N smiled at him. “Fred, you basically live in detention, why would this be any different?”

Fred faked offence to this. “You wound me woman, I actually have a life outside of detention.” He joked, Y/N letting out a laugh. “Seriously though, this had been my favourite one.”

“I’m glad my company has been fun.” Y/N giggled, starting to feel more confident around the red head.

“I’m just gonna go straight to the point.” Fred informed her, making Y/N stop cleaning the caldron for a moment. “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade together at the weekend? To the Three Broomsticks?”

Y/N raised a brow at the boy. “Are you asking me on a date?” She questioned, quite confused.

“That’s typically what a man does when he fancies a girl, yes.” Fred replied, Y/N didn’t trust him, this must be some sort of joke.

“Is this some sort of prank?” Y/N asked. “Make me think you’re interested and make a fool out of me for believing?”

“What kind of pranks do you think I do, Y/N?” Fred let out a laugh. “I’m sorry if I’ve pranked you in the past-“

“You’ve never pranked me, Fred.” Y/N interrupted. “I just didn’t think you liked me.”

“Lucky for you, I do.” Fred smirked, Y/N playfully rolling her eyes.

“So charming, Weasley.” Y/N beamed, she felt so much better about talking to him, she needed to tell him she felt the same way. “I’ve liked you…for a quite a while now.”

“No one can resist me so it’s understandable.” Fred joked, he couldn’t help himself, could he? Always making a joke about anything and everything.

Fred began to lean closer, eyes flickering from Y/N’s plump lips and her gorgeous eyes. Y/N leaned forward too, this would be her first kiss, she hoped it would go alright.

Their lips pressed together and it was like the both of them had been together for years, they fit together like jigsaw pieces. They were too busy in the moment with each other to notice the classroom door swing open, the Slytherin head entering.

Professor Snape never partnered Y/N and Fred ever again after what he seen.

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i ramble on so much and at the end i felt like i rushed it! i need to figure out how to write these because i’m not sure this was that good, but i tried! first imagine so go easy on me if this is bad!! i’m used to writing fics hahah

my requests are open btw! :)

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Sam

by DATGUY66

This broke me. To this day I've still not been able to figure out what the fuck is this story about. It feels like something you'd see in a dream and have an aneurysm trying to read.

CW// Spooky Jeff image at the header with a knife near it's face, bullying, knife, implied slurs??

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Sam was always known to push the envelope, but now something had just gone completely wrong.

Nobody liked Sam — he was the nerd. He always sat in the corner of the classroom, studying and studying. He got bullied a good amount of times, and was always being pushed around and stepped on.

The worst part was that he was my friend.

I was on fairly higher ranks than Sam, but being friends with an absolute geek would come in costly. I would sometimes be bullied, too, and I wished I was friends with somebody else — but the only reason I was his friend was because I felt bad for the poor lad.

Well, everyone did. Whenever he walked around the school corridor, kids would laugh and point, insulting him and saying things like “Hey everybody look, it’s Sommy!” and everyone would laugh. I would try to hide my giggles, but it was impossible, Sam was just so pathetic and tiny. I could easily push him into the dirt.

Of course, I grew up knowing Sam would probably work as a retail clerk or something, but his good education and file of knowledge had suggested different.

I, myself was very smart, but what made Sam bullied was mostly his appearance. He would wear a pin-striped button T’shirt, along with clacker trousers and really big and circular glasses, which made his eyes look bigger than they really were.

Usually, he had to replace his glasses, because nearly everyday he’d be tripped (by some kid) or punched in the face, and of course damaging his glasses. Sam never really cared about what people thought though, and so did our history teacher. When Sam would sit quietly in the corner, studying, kids would most likely call him a “dumb ox,” but then our teacher would say, “You call him a dumb ox now, but he could revolutionize modern science.”

I knew she was probably right, but that didn’t make the insults die down. As years passed, Sam’s insults would get ruder and more harsh — and one new kid began using some words that would send him to the principle’s office if he got caught using them. During lunch, I felt really bad for Sam. The cafeteria prices were raised through the roof — and we couldn’t bring our own lunch.

Plus, Sam always forgot to bring his money. But the adults who served the food at the cafeteria had sympathy for Sam, and would give him lunch for free. Well, only because THEY felt sorry for him. Of course, some kid would trip him or push his face into the mashed potatoes, so he’d be extra hungry when we left.

Whenever Sam sat somewhere, all the girls would move to the opposite side. I even once heard one of them say, “Scrawny little guy, his life’s probably a living nightmare!” I had actually told the principle about this.

One night, me and Sam were walking from school, and then I spotted something shiny in the forest. There was actually a huge forest realm right beside our school, so afterwards or in recess we would go there and have our “Epic Adventures.”

Sam was reluctant, but said “alright” and we went in. It was very dark and shady — there were no nature trails, nothing. Then, as soon as the shiny object got closer into sight, I immediately realized it was a knife.

“Why would a knife be there?” Sam said as he inched over to it.

“I don’t know!”

I grabbed it — and then another hand grabbed it… not Sam’s…. but a figure that almost like that of a clown. It had black tangled hair… a long bloody smile… but worst of all those eyes… they beamed into my soul. I stumbled back, staring at the man….. and then he lunged at me, stabbing me ‘til blood was running down on the ground. “... Sam… helpp…”

But he just ran away, screaming. The fourth time he stabbed me, I was knocked out cold.

Then I befriended Sam.

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An Exorcist Dance - Yukio Okumura

Author Note: So this is a break from the Arima, Nobuchika, William and Claude. am I right? I remember first watching Blue Exorcist with my Twin and my god did I fall for that show. It was probably one of my first Anime's. I just read the Manga and Yukio will always be my favourite. Followed by Mephisto and Shiro Fujimoto.

“You’re coming too Yuki?” Shiemi extolled as they made their way through the cram school corridors. Truth be told the younger Okumura had no idea what she was questioning him about and if he hadn’t had a bad feeling in his stomach, he would have said yes there and then. He exhaled as he paused the thoughts that had been distracting him.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” Yukio confessed, he let his hand fall on the back of his neck as he smiled at his student. Anyone else would’ve been fine with it but he saw the disheartened expression that crossed over her features, and if he saw it so had his brother. He felt the impact before he registered it. The harsh thump had ricocheted pain through his arm.

“The exorcist dance, you know sort of like a prom or a ball. Like in one of those nerdy manga books you read” Rin jabbed. Yukio had no intention of attending a dance; he had never attended one voluntarily before, usually he would be working or studying.

“I’m sorry, I’m working on the day of the dance,” He apologised; he felt Shiemi sadden before she turned her attention to Rin.

“You’re coming though Rin; we could go together?” Shiemi raved. She hadn’t noticed the meaning of her words, or the way Rin’s body stiffened, and his blood pooled in his cheeks. Without speaking he nodded. Yukio stifled the laugh that threatened to cause ruckus through the air.

“No fair, I was going to ask you that” Yukio caught the mumbled whine that left Rin as they entered the classroom. He watched as his brother slunk his way into his seat, his pride damaged. The youngest Okumura glanced over the rest of the class; the girls sat off to one side whilst the boys nursed their wounds. It was clear Shima had once again asked Izuku to a dance, and perhaps Bon had asked [Y/N]. No Yukio refused to let that image enter his mind, but he didn’t stop the sense of joy that pricked at his mouth when he took in Bon’s rejected features.

“Well class, today I’ll be giving you back your recent Pharmaceuticals quiz- “Yukio began, his words fell short at the sudden crash. His head shooting towards the source. He watched as Mephisto’s form entered the classroom. This had become more than a common occurrence. For a second, he contemplated that the demon was keeping a particularly close eye on his lessons.

“I’m sure you’re all excited for the coming dance and I just wanted to stop by and inform you that everyone should be in attendance, no excuses.” Mephisto practically sung as he addressed the students. “Even you [Y/n], I’m glad to see your injuries from the recent exorcism have healed nicely.”

Recent injuries. Yukio’s head shot towards her. Worry swarmed the teen as he registered the bandage just peeking out the cuffs of her sleeve. He’d sat in a room with her for hours on end each day and not once had he noticed her wince in pain, nor had he heard about her going out on any exorcisms. She wasn’t cleared for any-

“Mr Okumura,” Mephisto’s voice snapped him clear of his thoughts. “Miss Moriyama informed me you’re working the day of the ball. Everyone is to attend, given how hard you’ve all worked recently, I think you deserve the break as well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Uh, yes.” Yukio agreed. He’d let Mephisto win this time.

“I’ll be off then. I declare the cram school cancelled for today, we’ve got a dance to prepare for” Mephisto grinned.

“Don’t forget to grab your tests on your way out” Yukio barked as they all but ran from their seats. He observed them as they went, his eyes moving to the next as they picked through the pile of papers. Until the last left was hers, he watched as she cautiously stood, a brief wince falling across her face. She wasn’t in pain, she just…well he could see her eyes looking everywhere but him. “You got hurt on an exorcism” he croaked.

“If I’d told you Mephisto asked me to go on an exorcism you would’ve asked to join, plus I had Shura supervising me. It’s just the exorcism was in my hometown.” She smiled. She made her way to the front, her hand reaching for the paper. “Anyway Mr Okumura, I don’t think it matters what I do in my free time, considering how our last conversation went.”

This time Yukio winced. He felt the sharp blade of guilt turn in his gut. He called her impulsive and reckless when she stood against Amaimon. If Rin hadn’t caught the Demon’s attention your injuries could have been catastrophic. He felt his harsh shouts echo through the room as though the walls had remembered them.

“I-“He paused, his mouth closing as he looked down.

“If it helps, the anger from that argument helped me kick serious backside on the field. Especially when I was trapped between a rock and a demon. I won’t bore you with the details, I’m sure you’ll find the reports somewhere. Thanks for the test Mr Okumura, I guess I’ll see you at the dance tomorrow.”

Yukio hadn’t slept that night; he hadn’t even been conscious through his training that day as he kept pinging back to her words. He should’ve just told her why he’d been so angry after that incident. Not only had his brother lost control and been taken away in cuffs but his students had been injured. He’d been helpless in that moment caught between the threat and protecting them. He held seniority in that situation with Shura indisposed. Yet he let her antagonise Amaimon, whilst he patched the others up. She’d been hurt because he couldn’t get to his guns quick enough, she’d been both hurt and saved by his brother in the space of a minute.

Yukio stood with his back against a wall as the dance began. He hadn’t registered people trying to gain his attention as he swam in his own thoughts. He hadn’t noticed Rin and Shiemi laughing as they approached him in an attempt to get him to loosen up. To remember that right now he was still a teenager and that even the other Exorcists were letting themselves enjoy the night.

“It takes some level of antisocial to be stood in the dark at a dance.” Her voice had been the only one to ripple against his thoughts. His eyes blinked a few times before he straightened up. He smiled feebly at her. How long had she been stood there? How long had it been since he’d arrived, by the looks of the exhausted crowd it had been a while? The dancefloor had been all but abandoned with only a few remaining people dancing with one another. “Here I got you a drink but then from the looks of the teachers I think Mephisto may have spiked it. I’d give it a pass.”

“That clown” Yukio grumbled. “I’ve been thinking and about the other day. After the whole Amaimon fight. It was wrong of me-“ She stopped him. A hand on his shoulder squeezing firmly.

“Mr Okumura- Yukio its fine. I was angry too; they carted your brother off and Mephisto wouldn’t say anything. I asked him to give you a break and before you get angry, it was my choice. I went on the exorcism in your place. These injuries are my fault. But I’m fine. So fine that I wanted to ask you something. Yukio Okumura, can I have this dance?” She interrupted him. He felt the anger bubble for a while as he let the information sink in. He sighed, his head dropping for a second before he nodded.

“I mean considering all of our classmates have passed out, sure. But really it should be me asking you. At least that’s what I’ve wanted to ask you for a while.” Yukio uttered. He held his hand out to her, his eyes peering at her over his glasses as he smiled. She placed her own hand in his as they stood to the side, there was no need to walk into the spotlight at least he hadn’t felt the need to do that. Instead, he pulled her close to him as the music lulled into a slow melody.

Her head fell against his shoulder as he held her tight, their bodies swaying together. He pulled himself closer to her, his head resting atop hers as his thoughts that had clouded his mind for days evaporated. Right this instance, all he could focus on was her.

“I’m sorry” He whispered; his lips ghosted over the top of her head as he listened to the music. “I wanted to do nothing more than run after you after our conversation, I wanted to apologise and tell you that I was mad because I’d failed as both a teacher and a friend. You were hurt on my watch and I let you put yourself in the line of danger. I was mad because you mean more to me than anything.”

“I waited” Her words fell in line with the rhythm as she lifted her head to look him in the eye. “I waited for a while outside the door. If it helps, I wanted to go back in the room, and both hit you and kiss you. If you failed as a teacher, then I failed as a student.” She smiled. He mirrored her smile. Both becoming aware of just how little space there was between their faces, and just as they felt the breath of the other heavy on their lips; a shriek tore them apart.

“Mr Okumura, seriously. You rejected me for him” Bon’s voice boomed from across the hall. The commotion had caught the attention of most of the other students, bar Shima who had fallen unceremoniously asleep across a few chairs.

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I saw that u were taking requests (yey) I'd want like a soulmate au (there are numerous kinds but I want u to have freedom to write what kind u want!) but it's just pure angst 😳😳 it could be any member n possibly an open or no happy ending :] I'm just a sucker for angst n think u would write this so well!

Anonymous said: Yoongi x reader, soul mate au, angsty but happy ending pls cuz I'm sensitive 🥺 maybe both soul mates get a weird tattoo, or hear each others thoughts or something else

Both these requests are asking for soulmate AUs, so I’m compiling them together. But one wants it to be angst city and the other wants a happy ending LOL. Guess we’ll see what happens.

↳ The Soulmate Gift

3.6k || 70% Angst, 30% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Soulmate!AU

Warning: depiction of child abuse

It happens when you’re ten.

They told you it was different for everyone, that it usually started during puberty and it was perfectly normal. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to be like this.

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

You flinch at the noises, the bathroom door quivering against the frame from the pounding on the other side. Your mom shouts, “Get out!”

“Just give me one second!” You look back into the mirror, staring at yourself with seaweed green hair and streaks of bright purple. You look like a clown and you want to cry. 

You don’t run into your mom on your way out, so you go to school with a tattered baseball cap, stuffing all of your hair in it. During the trudge to school with a grumbling stomach, you hold the cap tight against your skull, not letting a single strand loose. You’re nervous on the playground, your other hand coming to grip at your backpack strap. But luckily, no one asks. 

At least not until you’re inside and getting settled into your desk.

“Good morning, class!” Mrs. An struts into the room, beelining towards the front. “Open your books! Tommy, shush!” You try your best to hide beneath your open textbook that’s propped up, but the moment she looks in your direction, she’s already saying, “Y/N, no hats inside.”

You straighten. “Um, my mom—”

“Rules are rules. Take it off,” she commands without leaving room to argue or explain. “This is the last time I’ll repeat myself unless you want detention.”

So you do.

You slip the cap off your head with tears stinging your eyes.

Mrs. An turns to the whiteboard, beginning to write the title for today’s lesson, but a loud gasp from the classmate sitting behind you captures her attention again. She swivels on her feet and her eyes land straight on your head. Everyone’s eyes do. On your stark, fiery red hair.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

The next thing you know, you’re being dragged by your teacher into the principal's office. From the hall, you can still hear the entire classroom giggling, whispering about you and making a complete ruckus much to Mrs. An’s dismay.

“This is unbelievable!” she howls, hands lifted to the sky. “How could a fifth grader have hair like this?! It’s entirely inappropriate! It’s a complete distraction to the classroom!”

The principal, Mr. Park, hums. His hands are clasped on top of his desk and he calmly asks, “Did your parents dye your hair yesterday, Y/N?”

You slump and mutter, “No.”

He frowns. “Then who did?”

“No one…”

Mrs. An spits, “Then you did it yourself?!”

“No!” Your voice pitches in an attempt to defend yourself and your teeth sink into the bottom of your lip, trying to hold back your tears. You don’t want to get into trouble. “I woke up like this!”

But Mrs. An doesn’t believe you. Her eyes narrow and she scoffs. “How dare you lie to me and the principle?! If you didn’t do it, then who did? It’s against the rules to have anything other than your natural hair colour!” 

Mr. Park sighs lightly. “We’ll just have to contact your mom and speak to her, Y/N.”

Immediately, your eyes widen and you bolt to a stand. “No, please!” you cry out. “Don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll dye it back! I won’t do it ever again!” 

But the man shakes his head. “It’s too late for that.”

Your fist crumples and you deflate. 

Your mom comes in half an hour later, dressed in stained jeans, old boots, and the only clean flannel she has. She’s not happy. You can tell by the look on her face. Even if she smiles and nods her head at the principal, you can see the tick in her eye and the muscle in her cheek twitching.

The moment she looks at you, her eyes become rounded at your crimson hair.

“I had no idea this happened. I’m so sorry for her behaviour. She must’ve gotten her hands onto my dye kits somehow.” She sighs and turns to you. “It won’t happen again. Right, Y/N?”

You nod. “I’m sorry.”

Mr. Park smiles softly. “Not at all. It’s not that big of a deal. Some...teachers around here just adhere more strongly to the rules, so we want to make sure it’s consistent for everyone. It’s a bit of a distraction to her peers, but as long as Y/N comes in tomorrow with more...appropriate hair, it won’t be a problem.”

Afterwards, you’re sent home early. 

Your mom is silent on the walk home. You trail after her, dreading what will happen when you get back. 

The neighbours’ dog barks against the chain link fence, growling and baring their teeth. You flinch, getting closer to the gutter to avoid them. You’re safe when you get to your yard a few steps away and onto the worn, wooden porch that nearly breaks with your mom’s stomps. She kicks a few cigarette buds to the side and opens the squeaky screen door. You swallow hard and follow after her.

The living room is messy with clothes and old pizza boxes on the floor, and the TV is still on in the corner. 

“Mom….mom….I didn’t do it.” 

You drop your backpack, watching her stride towards the kitchen. She opens a drawer as you plead to her, and your voice becomes louder as the silver reflection of sharp scissors catches your eye. “No! Please! I swear I’m not lying!”

It’s useless.

She’s larger, taller, bigger and stronger than you are. 

She comes over and grabs your long hair, yanking it from your head. You cry as she starts to cut. Jagged lines, quick snips, sawing off the strands. A sob breaks through your chest and trying to get away only makes her grip on your hair tighten and she pulls it to get you back.

Mom grits her teeth. “How dare you go behind my back and cause my trouble, you bitch. You stole my dye, didn’t you?! You thief!”

You scream and cry. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” 

She never once notices how your hair returns to its natural colour as it sheds to your feet. That the moment it’s snipped from your head, the blazing red has faded away and lost the colour.

When it’s over, the scissors are tossed on the floor.

You’re left slumped on the ground, in a pool of your own hair. There are bald spots on your scalp while the other side is longer, uneven. What’s left of your head bleeds bright yellow, the colour of sunshine.

The next day, the shade mellows out, almost into a dirty blonde. You hope it’s good enough.

Your mom’s asleep on the sofa, snoring away with the TV still playing in the background. So you make it past her and trudge to school.

Kids are playing on the playground when you get there and you grip your backpack straps as you look on. But you don’t join them. Your feet turn and you duck out of sight, slipping into the school through the side doors. You’re lucky the janitor hasn’t locked them.

You’re not supposed to be inside the building yet, but you hope no one notices. Unluckily, someone turns the corner down the hall. But you breathe a sigh of relief when it’s just Mrs. Jung.

She’s always been nice. 

“Good morning.”

She’s busy tapping on her phone, yet in a chirpy voice, she still exclaims, “Good morning! How are you—”

Mrs. Jung finally looks up and she suddenly stops. 

You don’t know why her face looks like that. Like she’s seen a ghost. Is your hair really that bad? You tried to fix it and you thought it turned out okay.

Mrs. Jung gets closer and then lowers to a kneel in front of you, matching your height. Her shaking hand lifts and she touches the side of your head. You feel her fingertips against your scalp that still stings. You hiss and when you look at her, you see tears in her eyes. You wonder why.

“Who did this?” Her voice is quiet, gentle. 

“Um….I was playing with scissors.” 

Mrs. Jung looks at you again and says, “You’re allowed to tell me, Y/N.” 

You stay quiet, not sure what to tell her, not sure you want to get into any more trouble. If you do and get sent to the principal's office again, who knows what your mom would do then.

But as you’re thinking about it, Mrs. Jung adds on, “No one will get into trouble, I promise.”

She looks into your eyes. 

Your head droops, downcast vision looking at the floor. A quiet mumble escapes— “My mom.”

You’re not sure what happens after that. You’re sure your mom would be enraged if she knew you were talking about her and if you got her into trouble, that would be the worst. But for some reason, you don’t feel scared. Not when Mrs. Jung takes your hand and brings you to her science classroom. 

You sit behind her desk that’s hidden away from the rest of the class by bookshelves and she gives you an apple juice box. You slurp it up — you haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch.

When you peek out, you see Mrs. Jung talking to another teacher in the hall. Soon after, the principle comes to visit you. He has the same expression as Mrs. Jung did and asks you if your mom’s done something like this before. 

That day, your grandma picks you up from school. It’s a pleasant surprise. You’ve always liked your grandma but your mom never let her visit much. She hugs you tight.

The colour of your hair is a warm shade of gray.

...

Mrs. Jung takes you on a one-on-one special field trip on Sunday. She picks you up from Grandma’s house after you’ve had your favourite for breakfast: sunny-side up eggs. She drives you to the clinic and the female doctor hits your knee, making it bounce. The doctor also measures how tall you are, shines a light in your eye and asks if green is your favourite colour.

You see in the wall mirror that your head’s turned into a teal shade. You tell her no.

Half an hour later, you’re put in a machine that flashes lots of colours. They reassure you but you’re not scared. The vivid hues and mosaic of shades that blur past your eyes are pretty.

When it’s done, the doctor holds a clipboard while sitting next to the computer. Your legs swing from the edge of the examination table as you’re situated comfortable on the plush seat. 

“It’s as I initially suspected, the hair is her soulmate gift. It changes colour based on her soulmate’s emotions.”

Mrs. Jung frowns. “I’ve never heard of something like that before.”

“Yes, well, it’s much more rare. Only point zero six experience a hair quirk.” The doctor looks from Mrs. Jung to you then back at her again. “Typically, as you know, soulmate gifts come in the form of names tattooed into skin or even countdowns of when the person would meet their soulmate, but soulmate gifts can take all kinds of different shapes and forms. Luckily, this shouldn’t affect her too much aside from, obviously, her hair changing color. Kids usually receive their gift around puberty, but looks like she’s an early bloomer.”

The doctor briefly smiles at you and then rolls on her chair towards her desk. “She’s also malnourished, but I believe with the proper nutrition, she’ll be able to recover. We should book another appointment in a few months to keep an eye on that and the hair.”

When the trip to the clinic is over, Mrs. Jung brings you to the mall.

You look around with wide eyes at all the clothes in the windows, but she eventually stops in front of a particular store and kneels in front of you. Her eyes lock into yours and she takes your hand.

“Y/N, you understand what the doctor told you, right?”

“Yeah. My hair’s my soulmate gift.” You had guessed it was that anyway. 

Mrs. Jung nods with a smile. “Yes, you’ve always been a smart girl.”

She strokes your head affectionately and says, “I know you might not feel it now, but it really is a gift. Your soulmate is the one meant for you, your other half. They’re the one who can make you even happier. It’s both a blessing and a privilege to have. But it’s also okay if you hate it. You don’t have to like your soulmate gift,” she reassures. “If one day, you’re more comfortable with your hair, then that would be good. But it’s also okay if you’re not. It’s up to you.”

You nod after a moment.

Mrs. Jung smiles. “We’re gonna go into that wig shop, okay? You can pick two that you like and I’ll help you get it.”

Picking out wigs is more fun than you expect. The people there are happy to help and you end up going home with one black, long hair wig and another brown bobbed one that makes you look like Rapunzel after she cut her hair.

...

You only see your mom three times after that.

Once, she comes to your grandma’s house. Your grandma doesn’t let her see you, but you watch them yell at each other on the porch from the upstairs window. The next time is a year later in court. Your mom cries out for you and you tell her you’re sorry. Her hug is so tight, you can barely breathe. 

The last is a visit on your own accord years later. 

The small house you spent your childhood in is falling apart, windows broken, trash in the yard. You find her sitting on the armchair with a hazy expression, TV playing in the corner. She’s in the same exact position as if you never left. You put a blanket over her, but she stirs awake and sees you. She asks to borrow a hundred dollars.

Your mom winds up throwing a dirty plate your way when you give her twenty. It’s all you have on you.

You don’t realize the significance of what Mrs. Jung’s done for you until years later after you’ve long graduated elementary. So you visit her during High School with a thank you card and a bouquet of flowers. She’s gotten old by then, but she still remembers. She cries and hugs you tight. It feels comforting. And her hand brushes against the strands of your baby blue locks.

Grandma helps you grow out your hair again and is one of the people who help you become comfortable in it. By university, you’ve discarded your wigs in favour of your real hair that’s gotten luscious and shiny. Your friends think it's the coolest thing they’ve ever seen and some people approach you to tell you they love it and ask where you got it done. 

You tell them it’s your soulmate gift.

Throughout the years, you pick at the ends of your hair and keep track of its changes in your diary. It becomes a habit to play with your hair, to memorize the shade it morphs to. You find that during the winter seasons, your hair becomes white often. One day, it turns white twenty six times. 

On Valentine’s Day one year, your hair stays solid pink the whole day. And on another, it’s black for an entire week in April. 

You start to hypothesize on the data you collect, noting the frequency of the hair colour changes, of each shade. You suspect hues of yellow signify happiness, reds are anger, blues are sadness, white is when your soulmate is cold. You’re not so sure about the others—

“Y/N.”

Seokjin is leaning on your cubicle as you shut your journal, having recorded your hair turning into a shade of lilac.

“Boss man wants to see you.”

Your eyes widen and you stumble up, pushing your small office chair back. “What for?”

The man shrugs. “Beats me. I wouldn’t worry about it though. It’s not like he’s going to fire you………..right?”

Seokjin grins, but his joke only spurs more nerves on you.

You get to the door, smooth out your pencil skirt and with a deep breath, you knock.

“Come in.”

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Min?” 

You step inside his office, finding him looking into a small table mirror at his desk. He’s peering at his left eye and bats his lash several times. But then he sets the mirror down and looks at you.

“Yes, please take a seat.”

You clear your throat and sit in the chair across from him. The mirror is propped up in your direction, and you notice how your hair turns into a shade of monotone gray. It starts at the roots, bleeding downwards until all the strands have altered completely.

You pipe up, “If this is about the Jeon files, sir, I already redid them.”

“No, that’s not it.” He rubs his left eye that’s watering and then blinks. “Actually, I wanted to have a conversation about this for a while. Joy was supposed to talk to you about this, but she’s busy at the moment.”

Joy from HR. 

You’re immediately on alert. “Yes, sir.”

 Mr. Min says, “It’s about your hair.”

Oh.

He rubs his eye and then clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “Recently, we received a customer complaint that your hair was unprofessional.”

“It’s my soulmate gift.”

“Yes. I know. You mentioned it during your interview. But it still could be considered a distraction in the workplace.”

The word ‘distraction’ has a muscle by your brow jumping. It makes you practically bristle as déjà vu washes over you. But you aren’t ten anymore. You don’t have to be afraid.

You straighten. “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s a requirement for me to have to change my hair. This is out of my control….sir.”

Suddenly, your hair turns a faint hue of red.

Mr. Min’s brow raises as if he didn’t expect you to be so difficult. “It’s part of the rules to have business appropriate attire in the office.”

“Attire yes, but there is nothing referring to hair,” you quietly assert.

His jaw shifts and he leans back into his seat. “Well, we’ll have to confirm if that’s true with HR—”

“I already did,” you interrupt him with a meek smile and as an afterthought, you add, “sir.”

Your hair turns a stronger shade of red. From pastel to a raspberry. Your pupils flicker to the mirror on his desk and your brows furrow as you notice it.

Mr. Min breaks you out of your trance and you redirect your attention to him again. “Is it impossible to make it less of a distraction?” he asks while rubbing his eye that’s tearing up again.

“If it becomes a requirement for me to wear wigs to work every day and not an expectation for others, sir, then the company should pay for it, put it on for me each morning and help me maintain it.” Your hair turns a stronger shade of red — crimson — as Mr. Min rubs his eye more incessantly. You add, “With all due respect, I don’t consider my hair a distraction at all. It is out of my control and it isn’t my fault if others are distracted. It has to do with their attention span.”

He stands. “That’s enough.”

At the same time, from his watered eye, you see something fall out. 

You point. “Umm, sir…”

“Shit,” he mutters underneath his breath and looks to the carpet. You stand there for a delayed second before deciding to help him. You round his desk and descend to the ground where he is. All he says is, “It’s a contact lens.”

It’s a surprise to you considering you didn’t know he wore them.

But you quickly spot the transparent half-sphere. “Oh, it’s over there. By your foot.”

Mr. Min frowns. “Where?”

He looks up to see where you’re pointing. Your faces are inches away and instantly your eyes widen. A quiet gasp leaves your lungs. Not because of your close proximity but because Mr. Min’s iris is a fading red. And as confusion takes you, it morphs into a shade of gray.

Blooming outwards from his pupil, colour swirling into place.

“Your eye…” you murmur.

He mumbles, “It’s a soulmate gift.”

Yoongi grabs the brown colour contact lens, cursing at how it’s gotten dirty. But before he can get up, your hands latch onto his wrist, fingers digging into his skin and you tell him, “Wait.”

“What?”

There’s an unquenchable thirst to test the hypothesis that’s dawned upon you. 

So when your hair starts to turn into gray as well, you surge forward on sheer intuition. And you kiss your boss, Min Yoongi. Your lips press against his, enough to register how soft and velvet his mouth is, long enough to feel his vanilla chapstick transfer onto your lips. But it’s a chaste peck. Shy and hesitant. And you pull away just as quickly.

Yoongi falls back on his butt with eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

Immediately, you look over to the mirror on his desk. Your hair is turning from gray to red with faint streaks of cotton candy pink. 

You gaze back at Yoongi to find his iris is peony pink.

“D-Did you just kiss me?!”

“Umm, sir, with all due respect, I believe you’re my soulmate.”

The words to dawn upon him. For the first time, your strands of hair morphs into a soft, pastel pink and his irises match the same shade.