#like it’d also work if it was a fellow student but like

[multiversal-pudding]

A fun Danny Phantom idea:

One of those “mediums tormented by the fact they can’t turn Off the ability to see ghosts” types moves to Amity, and for the most part, it’s great! Like yeah maybe there’s still ghosts everywhere, but now they can react normally, because finally for once in their life everyone else sees the ghosts too. Granted, judging from what everyone else says it sounds like they’re seeing significantly tamer humanoid proper-manifestations than the near-incomprehensible masses of emotion, spectral energy, and whatever that particular spirit’s associated with they’re used to seeing, but eh- between how jaded they are to seeing stuff like that after all these years and the fact that in practice the response of “GTFO” tends to be applicable regardless of whether you’re dealing with a poltergheist in overalls who likes hucking boxes at people, a giant robot guy who’s yelling about world domination, or reality breaking fever dream vomit, it’s not too big a deal

…There’s just ooooone little problem

Which is that when people look at the Fenton’s youngest kid and when people see local town hero/cryptid The Phantom, clearly everyone ELSE is seeing two different people/entities, but in their case, all they see is the same wild plasma-lightning living tear in reality either way, and they’re afraid if they mix the two “identities” up they’re either A) gonna fuck up some poor kid’s life/put him and those around him in danger, B) piss off a very powerful spirit whose repeatedly proven why that’s a very bad idea, or C) both-

(Bonus points if it’s some completely mundane guy like Ted the Bus Driver/ the county deputy in training/ some poor janitor who’d be reasonably expected to come in contact with either one fairly frequently-)

[hyvyinjie]

hi! Can I ask for a headcannon about Minamoto teru x childhood friend reader? Where teru is really over protective and gentle towards the reader. Reader is a lazy person, and often sleepy, the things he likes are reading comics and playing game in their phone. They also refuses teru's invitation to join the student council. Thank you! :)

why of course! it’d be an honor to grant such an ask. apologies for taking quite a while to do so—though i hope my work meets your expectations, wonderful nonie!<3

—LOST IN THE HAZE OF YOUR DREAMSCAPE.

featuring ; minamoto teru & you as our star.

+ small akane & aoi mentions.

ah, minamoto teru; the very embodiment of perfection—as he was hailed and as he carried himself with utter conviction.

a master of powers, a paragon of academic prowess, and a maestro in all things extraordinary. could there be anything he did not conquer?

yet, his persona, a labyrinth of complexities, as if harboring a multitude of souls within his very being.

now, here you arrive in his peculiar life—meeting with the intricacies of his existence.

when your paths converged, it ignited a tempestuous collision, a clash of peculiar forces.

initially, your mere presence held no sway over him. in truth, he perceived you as an encumbrance, burdened by your languid nature. for he, a relentless pursuer of flawlessness, demanded nothing less.

but lo and behold. fate—that cunning trickster—wove its intricate threads, meticulously mending the frayed tapestry of your connection.

through the passage of time, a tapestry of happenstance encounters and the subsequent flourishing of interactions—a nascent camaraderie took root. he slowly, but surely grew attuned to your idiosyncrasies, harmonizing with your rhythm. while the power to surmount every obstacle at your side eludes him still, he persists, striving to offer his utmost.

oh please have mercy on this young man—forever enmeshed in the whirlwind of his exorcist duties. and yet, even amidst the chaos, his devotion knows no bounds when it comes to those he holds dear.

one might assume that quality time would be sacrificed for the trivial, but fear not, for you found yourself on the fortunate side—the one he’d willingly carved out moments to be with.

initially, your encounters were fleeting, brief snippets of time. however, as the sands of time trickled down, these fragments transformed into meticulously planned sleepovers. he meticulously orchestrated these occasions, ensuring they did not encroach upon his demanding schedule.

your bond thrived during these cozy gatherings, or tranquil rendezvous, where he wholeheartedly immersed himself in your passions—comics and video games.

though not extensively versed in these realms, one might imagine that you—with your infectious enthusiasm to the field—was the catalyst for his exploration and understanding of the realm of entertainment. this was evidenced by the gradual increase in invitations to game nights and his newfound willingness to engage in discussions about captivating narratives. perhaps, you both even exchanged recommendations for comics, as kindred spirits often do.

as the both of you and the world grew older—it became evident that he honed his social skills; presenting himself as a complete package. every aspect of his being held an irresistible allure, captivating the hearts of women, and even some fellow men. many yearned and openly expressed their desire to be the chosen one by his side.

however, even amidst the clamoring crowd, his gaze remained steadfastly fixed upon you.

of course, as the old adage goes; with great power comes great responsibility—the price of his popularity gradually revealed itself.

certain students, teetering on the edge of obsession, noticed the distinct tenderness he displayed towards you, surpassing his general kindness towards all. seizing upon this perceived vulnerability, they occasionally resorted to devious methods, seeking to eliminate you from the equation, taking advantage of moments when slumber claimed you.

naturally, he swiftly uncovered their plot, intervening before they could execute their nefarious intentions.

needless to say, the number of such audacious attempts dwindled significantly. what exactly he did to deter them remains a mystery known only to him and his would-be victims.

still, worried that the possibility of a recurrence and his absence to intervene, he took it upon himself to practically implore—some might even say beg—you to join the student council. this would ensure that he, or even akane if needed, could keep a watchful eye over you with greater ease.

however, true to your nature, you steadfastly rebuffed each futile attempt to persuade you. despite his persistent efforts, you remained resolute in your refusal.

eventually, your golden boy relented, recognizing that his endeavors were in vain…but that was just because he found an alternative solution.

he encouraged—forced—akane to be the one to look after you discreetly whenever he couldn’t. only choosing to partially reveal his intentions to avoid alarming you at the time, as you were unfamiliar with akane’s existence.

or so it had been until he observed that you and the school’s vice president shared a rather unique bond.

although akane would occasionally scold you for being so excessively somnolent, mistaking it for you being irresponsible, hence, occasionally comparing you to the greatness of his lady aoi—teru—ever vigilant and mindful of akane’s every interaction with you, ensured that his usual brutal tendencies were significantly tempered. still—it remained a part of the deputy’s essence, defining his very being, just albeit subdued in your presence.

it could be surmised that akane once attempted to tease—or rather, foolishly inquire, about teru’s subtle yet perceptible shifts in behavior whenever you were involved.

“it’s almost as if you like them.”

in an almost immediate reaction—the president paused, slowly turning his head to gaze at akane, a shadow casting a smile that concealed the upper portion of his closed eyes.

the ginger-haired vice executive, feeling an ominous presence despite the absence of visible eyes, found himself sweating profusely as he cautiously added,

“—to the point where anyone could mistake you for family!"

sensing the gravity of his words, akane mentally vowed to never broach the subject again. he restrained himself from ever mentioning it whenever he witnessed the two of you together.

curiosity gnawed at you as you noticed his all-knowing gaze transform into one of horror whenever you turned your head, as if peering behind you; at none other than the pretty blonde himself, who seemed to be doing nothing wrong, merely proven to have been innocently smiling the whole time, or so he put up whenever you looked back at him.

oblivious to the truth, you always dismissed it as ‘akane’s peculiar moments of ptsd flashbacks’ whenever he saw teru.

however, let me share a little secret with you.

did you know the true reason behind teru’s death stare? no? well, do you wanna know?

then do allow me to spill it for you.

it was simply because akane, using the keyword; "like," insinuated that teru had a ‘liking-only level’ romantic feeling for you. the misconception provoked such a reaction from teru, for he wanted to correct that statement because he loved you, not just liked you.

seriously, can’t people let him finish what he’s saying?

[immortalxrose]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 [ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ! ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˣ ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ! ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

summary; Paris Willaims has been stuck in the same world loop for years. 135 to be exact. It's always the same- he's the helpless omega who so desperately needs an alpha to save him. No matter how many times he tries to escape, he's always brought back. That is until you come along.

Warnings; Yandere themes and behaviors

Part one

ɴᴇxᴛ

[M/N] wasn’t all that shocked at the varied stares he received as soon as he walked onto the college campus. It was something he was used to, being as big as he was. He was tall (around 6’3), towering over the average alpha, with forearms and thighs as big as his head, and scars all over his body. His scent was also husky rather than the normal sweet, though he had been told before that it was still pleasant.

While the looks were uncomfortable, they weren’t unwarranted. He’s a giant of a man, the envy of many alphas, and the crush of many omegas. It’d been like that on the base as well. Many of his fellow soldiers (all alphas) refuse to acknowledge his presence due to their own insecurities. Many omegan civilian workers practically fell over themselves trying to get his attention. 

It got worse when he told them he was an omega; the sexist remarks, threats, and derogatory names. Thankfully, he met the required active duty when it started and left without regrets. The only reason he'd joined the army was for the free college anyway.

So yeah, [M/N] wasn't completely surprised by the stares.

He was thankful he'd studied the school's map beforehand; the campus, as beautiful as it was, was also massive. There were about 15 buildings, spread across about 30 acres of land. The courtyard was also insanely large; a few students sat on the lawn doing work or chatting with friends. 

He was early though, and didn’t feel like sitting on the grass, so he had to find something to do. “Now that I think about it, there's a cafe in the back of the library, right?” He muttered to himself. 

Walking around the campus, he could feel the lustful gazes from the omegas, practically eye fucking him shamelessly. It was disgusting and objectifying. The [h/c] male quickened his pace as he walked towards his destination. There were a few stares from alphas, many envious, though a few seemed to have the same ideas as the omegas. 

Thankfully, he made it to the library. After scanning his student ID, he went to the back of the library.

There sat a small cafeteria. Throughout the campus, there were 4 cafeterias. St. Mathias Library held a small cafeteria, mostly serving small snacks, beverages, and a few breakfast items. A few students sat around, sipping drinks or reading a book. Thanks to it being a library, it was silent, just what he wanted.

[M/N] went to the counter to order, purchasing just a small coffee and a sandwich. He didn’t get the chance to eat anything before leaving his dingy little apartment, and he didn’t care about the quality of the food. After all, he’d been in the army for 3 years. You won’t believe just how shit the food on base was. 

“Excuse me!” Someone came up beside him, their scent flowing out of them in waves. Their scent was likely sweet, or maybe a cup of French Vanilla? The [h/c] male turned to the voice and found a male omega with strawberry pink hair and heterochromia eyes, one light blue and the other green. He had a bright smile, cute freckles, and dimples for days. All in all, he was kind of…cute? “Are you a freshman?”

[M/N] blinked. “ Uhh, yeah.” 

The male’s smile widened. “So am I!” He chirped. The pink-haired male leaned closer, really close, and stared into [M/N]’s [e/c] eyes. It was like he was searching for something. Something the [h/c] male couldn’t understand. A silence stretched for what felt like hours before the barista called his name. He finally broke eye contact, allowing the [h/c] male to breathe. “So, what’s your name?” The omega spoke. 

[M/N] watched as the male grabbed a cup of pure black coffee, giving a small smile to the barista. He watched as the barista blushed, quickly racing to her coworker. Once she’d raced off, the omega looked back at him, still awaiting his answer. “[M/N] [L/N]. You?”

The omega smiled. “Paris! Paris Williams.” He took a sip of the drink, reveling in the taste. “What class do you first?”

The barista finally called [M/N]’s name, handing him his order with a smile. He nodded to her as he grabbed it. “English Comp.”

Paris suddenly gasps, grabbing onto [M/N] arm, causing him to spill some of his drink onto the counter. “So do I! With Professor Linden, right?” The [h/c] male nodded hesitantly, watching as the pink-haired male started bouncing on his heels. “I’m so glad I met someone from class! Now I have someone to talk to.”

[M/N] nodded. The way the pink-haired male looked at him was unsettling. Don’t get him wrong, the omega was cute and all, but the way his eyes stared at him was so…

Unnatural.

“Oh, let's go sit over there!” Before he could react, the omega dragged him to a booth seat. Somehow, the other can drag him away, having strength no normal omega should have. Especially considering the other was so much smaller than him (around 5’5). Though, he supposes it’s pretty hypocritical of him to think like that. Once they reached, the booth, the shorter shuffled his way into the plastic, cushioned seats that looked more like knives than a seat. Paris looked up at him with doe eyes as he patted the seat beside him. “Come on, sit!”

Alarm bells were going off inside his head, everything inside him telling him to approach, not to cave in. Yet, [M/N] found himself heeding the omegas call. He took place beside the other, nervously awaiting whatever conversation was to follow.

Paris doesn’t know why he did it. 

He had been trying to avoid bumping into that one pest from his unwanted harem. He had a strong feeling that his attempt would be successful this time; he’d done this exact thing 48 times before, allowing him to memorize their movement patterns and even where they might look. 

And he was successful. That is until he got to the cafe. 

That’s when he saw you. You stood in the front of the line, giving your order to the beta barista behind the counter. You were big, but not in a bad way. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, thighs big enough to crush his head. He could only see the back of your head, he could tell you were beautiful. He moved closer, absolutely mesmerized by just your look alone. 

Standing behind you was heavenly. Your scent wasn’t as vulgar or sweet as anyone he’d met on campus. He’d spent years getting used to and memorizing the scents of every student, no matter how important they were to the game. Yours was…different. Intoxicating.

He was in a trance as he stared at you. He watched as your muscles flexed and your legs bent as you moved forward. The way your hair flowed and moved in the light wind. Everything about you was perfect. 

And then you spoke. You spoke and your voice was like heaven to him. It was husky and hypnotic. He couldn’t even listen to your words. He felt his knees go weak at the sound of your voice. He could listen to it all day, listen to the husky and harsh undertones. His mind wandered to different scenarios, wondering how his name would sound falling from your lips. Fuck, he was getting addicted, and he didn’t even know your name.

You finally moved to the side after ordering. Paris stood at the counter next, quickly ordering a black coffee and paying. He honestly didn’t even pay attention to what he was doing. His body moved automatically towards you, his mouth moving to speak. “Excuse me!” You turn to him and he nearly collapsed. You were stunning. The way your [h/c] hair shaped your face, your hooded [e/c] eyes, even the scar that stretched from the corner of your lip to just underneath your left eye. Everything about you was just…alluring. He smiled at you. “Are you a freshman?”

You blinked, your eyelashes fluttering so beautifully. “Uhh, yeah.” Paris almost cooed at how nervous you sounded.

Your eyes briefly scanned over him, yet his omega thrilled at your attention. ‘Yes, look at me. Look at only me.’  “So am I!” He chirped. Leaning in, he took in your scent. He couldn’t tell if you were an omega or an alpha. Your scent gave nothing away about what you were, but he had a feeling that you weren’t an alpha. Omega then? Your existence in the game challenged everything he thought possible, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you were. The barista called his name for the order. Reluctantly, he looked away from you (though, not before he spotted the scar just under your left eye) and turned to the beta. He smiled tightly as he took his order. “So, what's your name?” He asked, hands now wrapped around the hot cup. Looking back at you, he watched as you stared at him. He wonders what's going through your mind as you look at him. Did you find him attractive? Creepy? 

“[M/N] [L/N]. You?”

[M/N]. What a beautiful name. He wondered how your name would sound falling from his lips as he moaned breathlessly under you. Or how his name would sound as you growled in his ear, tell him how good you feel, or how- 

Jesus, just how perverted is he? What are you turning him into?

“Paris! Paris Willaims.” He took a small sip of the coffee. Honestly, there was a time he never liked such a bitter drink. However, after 48 years, he did not care whether his drink tasted sweet or like absolute dirt. “What class do you have first?”

The barista finally called your name, holding your order with a smile. He didn’t like how your name fell from her lips, your hand brushed across hers as you took the order, or how she squealed once you turned away. “English Comp.”

The pink-haired male gasped. He had that class as well. “So do I!” Maybe the Gods of this game were giving him a break. Finally giving him reprieve. “With Professor Linden, right?” You slowly nodded, causing him to jump in joy. He didn’t even notice he had grabbed onto your hand until then. “I’m so glad I met someone from class! Now I have someone to talk to.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the pest, the annoying alpha who haunted his dreams. The blond was steadily making his way over to the cafe, though it doesn’t seem like he’s taken notice of them. Shit. Paris looked around, hoping for some way to escape this. He did not want to go back to the game. He didn’t want to return to being trapped in the same boring game. Not when you were here.

“Oh, let's go sit over there!” There was an empty booth seat in a corner. He didn’t even give you a moment to reach before dragging you away. He was panicking. There was no way he’d let you slip through his fingers. 

He shifted into the seat, ignoring the feeling of the sharp, broken edges of the leather seats sliding against his thighs. ‘Terrible day to wear shorts, but it's too late to do anything about it now.’ He looked back at you, shuddering at how you stared down at him, your stature towering over him. You blinked at him again. He smiled, hoping his panic didn’t show on his face. “Come on, sit!” You seemed to hesitate, your eyes showing your uncertainty. Yet, it didn’t take you long before you finally sat down. Perfect.

[morgana-larkin]

Ok so I had an idea, it might be stupid but here’s the summary: one of Melissa’s first students became a teacher and got a job at Abbott as a first grade teacher. Melissa becomes interested in her right away.

On another note: dudes, I’ve noticed I don’t get as much notice on my Chessy fics and I’m not understanding, she the original gay icon from Lisa Ann Walter. Also almost no notice on my Marilyn Thornhill x reader fic. I’ll be doing worth it then a sexy Mel firefighter prompt😉

Playing Favourite

Warnings: smut, Mel being a tease

Words: 2.9k

You walk into the doors of Abbott Elementary and you stop to take a look. Been awhile since you last step foot in here, last time was when you were graduating grade 8, about 10 years ago. You’ve gone from graduating from Abbott to teaching there, full circle as they say.

You got your teaching badge and classroom key and then you head to the staff lounge. You open the door with a smile and look around in amazement. You never saw this room, the one place students couldn’t enter. You look and see a few teachers staring at you confused. You just walk in and go to the fridge to put your lunch in and you freeze.

“Ms. Schemmenti?” You say and she looks at you even more confused.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Oh sorry, I guess I look a bit different. My name is y/n y/l/n. You might not remember me actually, I was in your class when you first started working here.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Of course, I remember you now. What are you doing here?” She asks.

You showed her your teaching badge. “I work here now.” You tell her proudly and walk over to her. “You actually inspired me to become a teacher. I just saw the way you loved teaching and I thought it’d be great to love your job so much and I always loved helping people out.” You tell her. “Ms Howard, you’re both still here. I don’t recognize anyone else here.”

“They all left dear.” Barb tells you. “And you’re a fellow teacher here now. Call me Barb.” She tells you.

“Barb…wow, that felt weird.” You say with a chuckle and she smiles at you. You then go and put your lunch in the fridge and then make a coffee. “Anyone else want one, I’m making a new pot.” You ask the room. Melissa gets up and stands next to you with her coffee mug.

“I’ll take one hon.” She tells you and you smile at her. “I’m proud of you, I knew you’d make a great teacher.” She tells you while you put coffee in her mug.

“Really?” You ask her and stare at her with wide eyes and she nods. “You might not have known but you were my favourite teacher.” You tell her and she rubs your shoulder.

“Thank you, it makes me happy to hear that.” She tells you and goes to sit down. When you’re done making your coffee, you get invited to sit with the trio and they all introduce themselves when you do.

“So y/n, what was Melissa like when she taught you?” Janine asks you.

“Well… she was always caring of all her students. And every year I was here, I saw that never changed.” You tell them and then go on and recall more moments that you remember from second grade and Melissa.

When it was close to 8am, you all make your way to the gym for the welcome back presentation. You walk in and see Barb and Melissa going to sit down somewhere and the trio going to get good seats near the front. The trio invited you to sit with them but you saw Melissa and Barb sitting in one of the middle rows and you make your way over there. You go in from the other side and walk over and sit down beside Melissa and she looks up from her phone to look at you.

“Hope it’s alright that I sit beside you.” you tell her and she smiles.

“Of course not hon.” She says and takes a candy from her bag, unwraps it and plops it in her mouth.

“I knew you had a candy stash.” You tell her and she looks over at you confused. “Whenever one of us was crying, you always gave a piece of candy to make them feel better along with a small pep talk.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Want one?” She asks and hands you a piece of candy. You take the candy with a smile.

“Sure, thank you Ms Schemmenti.” You say and she rolls her eyes as you pop the candy in your mouth.

“Hon, I’m not your teacher anymore, I’m your co worker, you can call me by my first name.” She tells you and you look at her confused. “Do you not know what my first name is?” She asks you and you shake your head. “It’s Melissa.”

“Melissa… that sounds weird.” You say and she tilts her head at you and you mentally facepalm. “Not that your name is weird. Just that I’m used to knowing you as Ms Schemmenti.” You rush out and she chuckles.

“I get it. When you’re used to something a certain way then it’s weird when it changes.” She tells you.

The presentation starts and you see that Melissa and Barb aren’t really paying attention. Barb is mostly focused on crossword puzzles, and Melissa on eating candy and her phone. She does keep offering you some during the 2 hour presentation, to which you always accept.

When Ava was showing selfies of her summer vacation, Melissa leaned over to you. “So where’s your classroom?” She asks you.

You look at your papers and see. “Ummm…” You look and she grabs one of the papers and sees.

“Oh, you’re right next to mine.” She tells you. “You’re a first grade teacher?” She says and you nod.

“You know we end up doing some things with the first graders during the year. I don’t know if you remember.” She tells you and you think about it.

“I remember doing some project with a bunny…or was it a rabbit.” You say and she grins.

“Peter rabbit.” She says and you smile and nod. “I still do that project.” She tells you and you smile.

“Really? Oh I would love to collaborate on that if you want. It’s a cute story.” You say while looking at what Ava is saying and she blushes.

A few hours later you’re decorating your classroom when you hear a few curses from next door. You walk over and knock on the door. A few seconds later Melissa opens the door and smiles when she sees it’s you.

“Everything alright in here? I heard, what I think is cursing.” You tell her and she sighs and nods.

“Ya, just having some trouble hanging something up. It’s a bit wide and everytime I go to hang up one side, the other one comes off cause it can’t support the weight.” She tells you.

“Do you need some help?” You offer and she smiles.

“If you don’t mind then I would appreciate it.” She says and she lets you in.

“Wow.” You say as you walk in her classroom. “It’s changed but still some things are the same.” You say as you look around the room.

“Was I really your favourite teacher? I mean you aren’t just saying that?” She asks and you look at her.

“Ya of course. I don’t really remember my other teachers that much, but I remember you. I sorta remember Barb but you don’t see me telling her that she was my favourite.” You joke a bit and she laughs.

“Well you could have without me knowing.” She tells you and you chuckle. You go over to one side of the poster that she needs help with and pin it up and then hold it while she pins the other side. “Well thanks for the help, I can’t wait to see you with the students. And it’s been great seeing you again.” She says to you and you smile.

“You as well.” You tell her and then go back to your classroom.

*2 months later*

Melissa opens her door and sees you there with a bag and a frustrated expression on your face. “Hey y/n.” She tells you with a quirked eyebrow.

“I need your help with my Halloween costume.” You say, straight to the point and she giggles.

“Alright come on in.” She says and steps aside to let you in her house. “Who are you going as?” She asks.

You and Melissa have gotten closer over the past 2 months. She didn’t give you the cold shoulder even though you’re new since you were one of her first students. She’s gotten to know who you are and the both of you have been slowly falling for each other. Neither of you will admit it though since you’re both stubborn and don’t want to possibly ruin the friendship.

“Ok well you know how you said you’re going as Penelope Featherington?” You start and she nods her head. “Well I thought I’d go as Eloise Bridgerton.” You tell her and she laughs.

“And what exactly are you having trouble with?” She asks you sigh.

“I can’t figure out how to put on the clothes.” You tell her with a pout. She giggles as your pout and walks up to you.

“Alright, well we can both get ready and help each other out.” She tells you and you smile.

You both get your costumes ready and laid out. You begin to put the corset on and she comes to tie it up. She sees all your skin on display and since you’re standing in front of the mirror, she sees a good amount of cleavage as well. She loops the string in the last few holes before beginning to tighten it.

“Is that too tight?” She asks and you shake your head.

“No, that’s perfect.” You tell her and she ties it together. She then helps you put the dress on and accidentally brushes one of your breasts and you gasp.

“Sorry.”

“Oh, it’s- it’s ok, just surprised me is all.” You rush out.

You then help her with her corset. You both really should have accounted for her chest, as when tightening it, one of them slips out and you both freeze. You stare at it through the mirror and your brain stops working. She tucks it back in and you’re still staring at where it was and your cheeks are redder than her hair. She sees your reaction and she turns around to face you.

“Did you like what you saw?” She asks, with a bit of a teasing tone and you nod.

“It looked perfect.” You breathe out and she can see your breathing has gotten heavy. She takes a step towards you and she’s right in front of you, it wouldn't take much to lean forward and kiss her.

“Y/n, are you attracted to me?” She asks cautiously. You widen your eyes and you don’t know what to say. All you have the brain function to do is nod. “Well that’s perfect because I’m attracted to you too.” She tells you with a smile.

“Really?” You say in disbelief and she nods.

“Ya, and I just want to say that I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a couple weeks now.” She tells you and you lean forward a bit and she closes the gap. She puts a hand on the back of your head and you put one on her cheek. You both pull back after a few seconds and you stare at each other before going right back and make out. She walks forward a bit while still kissing you and your back hits a wall. She puts both her hands on the wall, one beside your head and the other beside your waist. You have both your arms wrapped around her neck to keep her where she is and open your mouth a bit to let her tongue slip in.

At one point she puts her hand on your waist and gives it a small squeeze and you moan. You pull back when you need to breath and look at her as you try and bring oxygen back to your brain.

“Do you kiss all your former students?” You tease and she smiles.

“Can’t say I have, you’re the only one.” She tells you. “Do you kiss all your former teachers?” She teases back.

“Only my favourite teacher.” You say and she lunges forward to capture your lips again. She moves her hands downward near your ass and cups it when she gets there. She then gets you to hop up and wrap your legs around her and you do just that. She then pins you against the wall harder and goes for your neck.

She then gets some of her control back and she pulls back to look at you. “Do you want to continue with this or do you want to stop here? Cause I’ll tell you right now that if we continue then I’ll want to go all the way.” She tells you bluntly.

“Then let’s go all the way.” You tell her and she carries you to her bedroom and lays you on the bed and continues kissing you. You then get an idea when she goes back to kissing your neck. You get her to pull back and look at her. “I know you said to call you Melissa, but right now I just want to call you Ms Schemmenti.” You tell her and she smiles and shakes her head.

“Oh, do you want to be disciplined then?” She asks, playing along.

“Perhaps.” You say.

“I mean you have been bad. Having dirty thoughts about your teacher, showing up in sexy clothes to get her attention.” She tells you and blush. “Oh don’t think I haven’t noticed your wardrobe change in the past few weeks.” She tells you.

“So it worked then.” You say proudly.

“Oh, it definitely worked.” She says and kisses you again. She then reaches under your dress and pulls your underwear down and throws it somewhere. She then goes under your dress and connects her mouth with your pussy.

You feel her tongue on you and you gasp. You can’t see her, all you do is feel her and she definitely knows how to please a woman with her tongue. You grab the headboard behind you and you buck your hips. She then moves her mouth to your clit and you moan and buck your hips again. She then slips a finger in and you gasp out. She pops her head out from under your dress and looks at you with wet lips.

“How should I discipline you?” She asks you and you just whine as she’s still fingering you. She adds another finger and your eyes are shut closed. She expertly takes her underwear off and goes in her nightstand to get her strap on. She somehow is able to put it on with one hand and then she pulls out of you, much to your reluctance. She pulls your dress off and then she pulls one of your breasts out of the corset top and wraps her mouth around the nipple. She pulls back after a few seconds and looks at you. “I’m going to get in a sitting position and you're going to settle yourself on my strap and ride it.” She tells you and you look down and realise that she put a strap on and you nod.

She goes to sit and you climb on her lap and then slowly go down on the strap, taking the whole thing in you. You then start to go back and forth on it, riding the strap and wrap your arms around her neck and look at her. She grabs your hips and helps you ride her and she feels it rubbing her clit.

“Yes, ride my strap, take your discipline like a good girl.” She tells you and you moan.

“Yes Ms Schemmenti, I’ll be good.” You tell her and she groans. She slips a finger down to your clit and applies pressure and you gasp out and pull her body closer to you. She pulls you in and kisses you and you feel yourself close to coming. “Omg, I’m so close Miss.” You gasp out and she moans.

“I’m close as well, go on baby, come with me.” She says and seconds later you come and she comes right after you. You stop riding her strap and you get off of her. She holds you to her and you’re both trying to catch your breath. While doing that, you hear a knock at the door and you look at the time and realise it’s probably some of the early trick or treaters. “Ignore them, I’m more interested in this treat.” She says and points to you and you giggle.

“I do have to get ready though. I have a Halloween party to get too.” You say to her and go to get up.

“Nooo, but I want you here and don’t want to let you go.” Melissa says to you as she holds you tight and you giggle.

“Well how about you come with me, and then I can come back here with you.” You suggested and she smiled as she accepted your offer.

“Ok deal.” She tells you and then the two of you get ready and go to the party.

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[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

didn’t realize this was the liberal arts, part 2

Jason decides to ask you out for coffee. turns out you’re an asshole.

Part 1 is here

Back again. It’s a series, I’ve decided. This was born because I’ve already written reader as a bitch but it’s funny (see my vampire!reader series), now I want to write reader as a bitch but it’s mean. Jason’s still sad. Like I said, you’re mean.

Swearing. No use of y/n I don’t know how long this is.

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Jason decides to scout you out. He finds nothing.

It’s extremely irritating. He would expect that there would be something, anything, to suggest that the person he sits next to in his seminar is the same one who goes out and cracks heads at night. But there’s nothing. You seem to be perfectly normal, you act in class like any other person would. Your emotions aren’t heightened, you’re never deeply angry, or deeply upset, or deeply confused. You’re not deeply anything. The most he can say is you get mildly frustrated.

Which is fair. You get frustrated when someone makes a frustrating point. He gets it.

But that’s it. You giggle quietly when someone makes a joke, you purse your lips as you consider a question, you nod when you agree with someone. Other than that, you give him nothing. It’s almost enough to make him believe he didn’t see you beating up his perp last week.

Almost. But he’ll never get the image of you scowling at him, standing over a knocked out drug dealer, out of his mind. That’s there rent free, as it were.

He studies you. Your clothes are exceedingly normal, you wear jeans and sweatshirts. Nothing noteworthy, except Jason does a double take one day because that’s definitely the sweatshirt you wore when Red Hood caught you in the act. And you’re wearing it again like it’s no big deal. At least you’ve cleaned it.

Are you a psychopath? Is this some Patrick Bateman, American Psycho shit? Maybe. It doesn’t seem like you have that many friends. Or any, really. While the other people pair off or leave class in groups, you walk out on your own. Again, fair. He’s a loner, too.

Besides, Jason doesn’t think you’re a psychopath. You weren’t coolly beating the shit out of the guy when he found you, you were furious; uncontrolled anger pushing you forward.

Heh. Been there.

Jason does a cursory search for you online, which also comes up empty. You don’t have any social media accounts, and your last name is an extremely common one that gives him no leads. He could slip into Red Hood and illegally widen his net, but that feels…invasive. The obvious place to start is to take a crack at the Gotham U servers and see if he can access your student account. That’ll get him your phone number and banking info, at the very least. But doing that to a fellow student doesn’t sit right with him. That’s not the only option; he could break into your apartment, or even snatch your phone out of your bag. He doesn’t like that, either.

Jason decides to do an experiment. He asks you out for coffee.

It’s weird. Really weird. It’d be easier if he were working undercover on a Red Hood op, then he could slip into any number of personas. But you already know him as that one dude from your lit class. And if he declares as an English major at the end of next semester, which he probably will, you might be in other classes together. He can’t slip into and out of your life on a whim, he has to do this as Jason.

That makes it a million times harder.

It is hell getting up the courage to talk to you in the first place. Maybe this should surprise him, but it doesn’t. He hasn’t talked to a normal person since before he died. Everything from that point on has been cold, cruel planning, or rebuffing the clumsy attempts of Bruce and Dick to get back in touch. The only people he talks to on the regular are the criminals he’s scaring crapless. And he sure as shit hasn’t made any friends at the university, whether that’s by his design or rough coincidence. This is his first time trying to make a friend in years.

Is that what he’s doing? Does he want to be your friend? That one confuses him. It’s the first time he’s tried to get close to anyone his age since he woke up. Definitely the first time he’s done it as Jason. Does this count as making a friend? If he’s only getting close to you because it’s easier than doing it as Red Hood?

It makes him scratch his head. That’s above his pay grade.

So, asking you out is hard. He decides to rip the bandaid off after your next class. While everyone is packing up, he clears his throat to get your attention.

You look up from your bag. When you register that it’s Jason talking to you, your eyes become guarded. It makes him lose his focus. What was that for?

“Yeah?”

“Uhh…” your gaze becomes disbelieving as he fumbles. “I’m Jason.” He winces.

“Yeah.” His face flushes. This is humiliating. Is it his imagination, or are the other students giggling at him? Is the prof looking at him in sympathy?

Oh my god. Why is this so fucking hard?

“Are you…do you want to get coffee?” He runs his hand over the back of his head. Somewhere, Dick is laughing at this, Jason’s first time asking someone on a date as a college kid.

Is he asking you on a date? His eye twitches.

You still haven’t answered, and Jason’s hoping you’ll turn him down just to put him out of his misery. He’ll leave with his tail between his legs and resigns himself to breaking into your apartment.

“Yeah, okay.”

Jason picks up his head, eyebrows shooting to his hairline. Oh. Great. Mission accomplished.

Something inside jumps at the thought of anyone wanting to spend time with him. Like a flower stretching toward the light.

He temporarily ignores it. Again, above his pay grade.

“Now?” you ask quizzically. Jason shrugs.

“Yeah, why not?” Might as well get this over with.

“Okay.” You finish packing up and follow him out of the building. When you realize he’s heading toward the student center, you frown. “There?”

“Uh, yeah.” It was the only place that had come to mind. “There’s a cafe inside.”

“Do you mind if we go somewhere off campus? This one jacks up the prices.”

Jason tries something he’s seen in movies. “It’s on me.” He gives you an awkward smile.

Your eyes narrow. After staring at him for a few seconds, you shake your head. “No thanks. I’d rather just go somewhere else, if that’s cool.”

Huh. “Yeah, sure,” he says easily, and lets you lead the way. Maybe your refusal should seem strange, but it doesn’t. He’d have done the same thing.

You’re silent as you lead him off campus and a few blocks over to a nondescript coffee shop. It’s not cute or anything, the decoration is minimal, and there are only a few people inside.

He coughs. “You come here often?” On its way out he realizes it sounds like a pickup line, but he genuinely wants to know.

Your eyes narrow at him again. “Sometimes.”

Wow. If you’re going to have a stick up your ass, why’d you agree to come with him in the first place?

Moving aside, you gesture at him to order. He gets a small black coffee with room for milk. You order the same. He finds himself wondering if that’s deliberate, or just your normal coffee order.

You both dump in milk, and Jason notices you sprinkle some cinnamon on top. This is a useless detail.

He hears you scoff. Glancing up, he sees you’ve caught him staring into your cup. He flushes, but lets a sheepish grin unfold on his face. You ignore it, turning and stalking off to a table.

What the hell is your problem? He trails after you, dropping into a seat across from yours. You set your coffee on the table and fold your arms over your chest, glaring at him.

“So, uh…” he racks his brain. “How do you like the class?”

“It’s fine.”

He waits a moment, but you don’t ask any follow up questions. “What do you think of Paradise Lost? Do you like it?”

“Oh, sure. ‘Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven,’” you recite easily.

Jason resist the urge to analyze your choice of quote. For one, it feels stupid, and for another, it’s arguably the most famous quote in the whole poem. That’ll get him nowhere.

“Yeah,” he says lamely. You raise your coffee to your lips.

Again, he waits for you to ask him a question, but you remain silent, drinking your coffee steadily. Damn. Why the hell are you so closed off? He squints at you, and you stare back openly. You’re deliberately trying to keep him in the dark. But then why did you agree to get coffee?

Faced with your hostility, he relaxes. You clearly don’t like him, so what does he have to lose?

“What do you think you’ll study?” he asks you.

You flick something off your sweatshirt. “Literature, probably,” you say off-handed.

He nods. “Me too,” he offers, but you stare at him blankly.

He chuckles. Seems like you’re an asshole, but this is actually kind of fun.

“Why’d you come to Gotham U?” he prods.

You shrug. He opens his mouth. “Really? No reas—”

“Why did you come to Gotham U?” you cut across him bitingly.

That stops him short. He can’t help it, he shrugs, knowing you won’t like it.

You roll your eyes. He stifles a grin.

“Did you grow up in Gotham?”

“Yes.” You don’t elaborate.

“Where?”

“Did you grow up in Gotham?” you parrot instead of answering.

He inclines his head at you, smiling. “Yeah.”

“Where?” Jason doesn’t answer, smiling knowingly at you. You scoff and look away.

“You got any siblings?”

You hesitate. Jason clocks it eagerly. “Yeah,” you say, a second later.

“How many?”

“You got any siblings?” you ask instead of answering.

That pulls Jason up short. He should’ve seen that one coming, probably should have avoided it by not asking you in the first place. He pauses, for much longer than you did. He half notices you catch it, but his mind is elsewhere.

Does he have any siblings? That would mean he has a father. He can’t go down that path.

He chews on his lip, absently watching you watch him. Bruce might not be his father, but Dick…he and Dick are something. Not friends, definitely not friends. Maybe brother is the best word.

“Yes,” he settles on eventually.

You raise an eyebrow, and he braces himself, but you don’t ask him how many. Instead, you look away, gulping down your coffee.

You’re obviously not going to make an effort. Jason tries again. “What do you do for fun?”

“Nothing.”

He bursts out laughing, and you look at him accusatorially. He can’t help it.

“No sports or anything like that?”

“No.”

“No martial arts?”

This gets your attention. “Maybe,” you say begrudgingly. “Why do you want to know?”

Jason leans back in his chair. “Just trying to make a friend.” He looks at you earnestly, barely hiding his glee.

“Pick someone else.”

That makes him laugh all over again. What crawled up your ass and died? By the way you’re acting, you’d think it was Jason.

His laughter seems to make you furious. “What do you do for fun, then?” you shoot across the table.

Jason smiles, laughter dying out. “Nothing,” he looks at you innocently. Actually, it’s the same shit as you.

You glare at him, lifting your coffee to your lips. Jason realizes your cup is almost empty. You’re probably trying to escape, but Jason’s having too much fun to let you get away. Besides, he’s still got some questions.

“You done? Here, let me get you a refill.” He jumps to his feet before you can stop him, all but running to the counter. Getting your coffee gives him time to think.

So martial arts, huh? That’s what he’d thought. He’s seen you move around campus, you can’t be that well trained, or you’re taking great pains to hide it. Jason’s got good eyes though, and he thinks you’re pretty unskilled. That’s enough to get the drop on most petty criminals.

He considers this as he pays for your drink. You’re not well-trained, and you don’t have any weapons or tactical gear. You’re probably not trying to break out as Gotham’s newest vigilante. It seems like this is a short-term thing, you’re on some kind of mission.

He remembers how angry you were as you beat that guy to a pulp. Some kind of revenge mission, maybe? Plenty of reasons to want revenge in Gotham.

Jason looks back to you, half expecting you to have left when his back was turned. But no, there you are, holding a five dollar bill between your fingers. He chuckles, adds milk and a splash of cinnamon to your drink before returning to the table. You wave the money in his face, and he takes it from you.

“I get to keep the change, then?”

“No.”

He smiles, fishes out his wallet and hands you a dollar. You squint at him, holding out your hand for the remaining fifty cents. “That’s my tip, because I remembered to add cinnamon to yours.” He grins wildly.

“Okay.” You rise to your feet, pulling on your jacket. “This has been great, but I’ve got shit to do.” You pick up the coffee and walk out.

“We’ll do this again?” he calls to you. You don’t even look back at him.

Jason smirks through the rest of his coffee. He didn’t learn shit about you, but damn. This ‘date’ just made his whole week.

[mysterystarz]

black tie losers

geto suguru x f!reader

in which you’re at a charity gala and come to the realization that maybe being best friends with suguru is no longer an option

a/n: when i thought of this i ran to write bc geto in a suit

feedback is so appreciated <3

“stay still. if you keep moving, you’re going to look like a clown.”

geto sits in front of you on a stool, tie messily done up as he holds a lipliner pencil in his hands. he’s grinning at his work — because true to his words, you looked like a clown.

“suguru, you can’t line lips for shit.” you sigh, rummaging through your things to find some makeup remover. “remind me why i let you do this again?”

geto laughs, grinning at you in a way that was oddly wholesome. “because i wanted to help you get ready for tonight. there’s nothing better than taking credit for the date on my arm.”

date indeed—a platonic one.

you and geto were attending your university’s biggest charity gala tonight. as one of the most successful black tie events on campus, each attendee was required to look straight out of vogue magazine to ensure they raised enough money to make a difference.

geto—ever the gentleman—asked you to be his date. he wouldn’t get hounded by the customary droves of girls, and you’d have someone to match with.

of course, being your best friend, he decided to help you get ready.

he watched patiently as you dabbed the streak of lipliner away, smiling gently when you turned back to meet his eyes. he wordlessly moved forward to cup your cheeks, finishing up lining your cupids bow.

“there,” he said softly, “now some lipstick.” you gestured to the various tubes on your desk as you moved to dust some highlighter on your cheeks.

geto picked a particularly lovely shade and smoothly glided it across your lips. he seemed proud at his handiwork, beaming at you happily as soon as he finished.

“take a look,” he smirked, and you did just that. the mirror showed you someone beautiful.

somehow, stupid suguru had actually done a good job.

“nice job,” you mumbled, feeling oddly shy beneath his gaze. he cleaned up nice tonight—a bit too nice. so nice that you weren’t sure how to act around him when he attempted to tie his tie.

“you mean sensational job,” he laughed, flinging his tie around. “also please help. i can’t do this.”

you sighed as you moved closer to fix his tie. you could catch a whiff of his cologne — something fresh and oddly mouthwatering and it nearly made you screw up the final flip of the fabric.

suguru was acting a bit different, and it was driving you crazy. his presence was much closer than usual, and with every passing day, it seemed impossible to ignore the glaringly obvious fact that’d been looming over you for weeks.

geto suguru, your best friend, was an extremely attractive man.

you still weren’t sure how to handle this information. so far, it’d been unwarranted blushes and a whole lot of random butterflies where there shouldn’t be.

you supposed the gala would give you time to think—but you were wrong.

geto walked in through the ornately decorated doors with a smile, an arm threaded through his hair and the other wrapped around your waist. from this point, you could see all your fellow students interacting with the heads of various charities, and donations racking up by the second.

suguru stayed close, his touch firm and steady and searing and confusing in ways you couldn’t understand.

“would you like to explore a bit?” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

too flustered to speak, you wordlessly nodded as he dragged you to the photo booth at the edge of the venue.

“these are awesome,” he laughed, holding up a particularly unclassy mustache prop. you cringed, distancing yourself as much as you good within the tiny space to show your disapproval.

suguru pulled you closer again, his hands caressing your waist in a way that was more reverent than anything you’d ever felt. he was too close…it was too much.

he leaned close to you, gently pressing his forehead against yours.

“maybe i did too good of a job tonight,” he said lowly, tracing your lips with his finger.

“suguru,” you breathed out, “what is going on?”

he pulled away grinning. “you had a dusting of highlighter a bit too close to this one spot of your nose. i had to distract you so you wouldn’t stop me from touching your face.”

you groaned in frustration while suguru posed jubilantly for the camera.

the gala was beautiful. the pictures with suguru were super candid. neither of those were your major takeaways.

as you returned to your room for the night, you knew one thing for certain. suguru geto had become someone more than a best friend to you and there was nothing you could do about it.

unknown to you, suguru fell asleep that night dreaming of you, and all the ways he’d kiss you if he had the chance.

[wearenemies]

what do peterick each teach in this university lecturer au …. ?

this is a great and lovely question and i love you so much 👍 i would say patrick would be a constantly slightly wired music theory professor. i imagine that he’d come off as a little intimidating and strict, like he’d want to appear relatively professional and be as clearly good at his job as he can be, so i feel like he might be considered a little scary just by virtue of the fact that he’s mr professor guy, but if you catch him outside of class hours or email him for an extension and he’s totally the sweetest in lieu of pete’s ‘patrick looks like a teddy bear but really gets the fucking job done’. he’s mostly a lecturer but also does stuff with the school’s music societies (think conducting the college band and helping with the acapella group) i feel like he’s actively working on the most tedious sounding paper in the world but he’s SO excited about it and will take any opportunity to bring it up in conversation. i think he’d very rarely talk about his life outside of work because he’d like to ‘maintain a healthy work-life separation’ (plus he likes the drama of it) and thus he’s considered kind of an enigma. also pete bought him one of those ‘i have a phd (pretty huge dick)’ t shirts. he thinks he’s funny

pete would teach i think creative writing and he’d mostly do shorter workshops both for enrolled students and the wider local community (middle schools etc) focused more on getting people to enjoy the craft of writing something over doing it for a grade, but would still run regular traditional lectures and whatnot. he’d have a less traditionally professional professorial vibe than patrick, like he’d be wearing his big mohair cardigans and he’d be very forthcoming about his misguided youth in the hardcore scene and would frequently bring up and gush over his nameless partner. i imagine him being endearingly cringe in the how-do-you-do-fellow-kids manner and appearing a little frazzled and soft-spoken outside of his classes, because patrick has a significant leg up on him in the one-on-one conversation department. he’d always to an almost obnoxious degree be attempting to shill his bizarre novel but get bashful when it’s brought up to him <3

the way i imagine it being laid out as a piece of writing is focused on either a student who majors in some kind of music field and is taking one of pete’s shorter workshop classes as a supplemental credit because it looked fun, OR a relatively new co-worker of theirs. it’d take place over the course of around 3-4 months and primarily focus on this person’s ever so slightly unhealthy curiosity towards both the wider question of what patrick’s whole deal is outside of work and more specifically who on the faculty patrick is dating because he once made the mistake of letting slip that his partner worked at the same place as him <3 the conceit lies in the fact it’d be functionally completely unknown that they’re together amongst the student population and this would be maintained primarily through the fact that a) they seem very different in terms of their interests and behaviours b) they are rarely seen to interact because they teach mostly on different areas of campus c) patrick is crucially very private about his life and times d) pete despite otherwise being a total blabbermouth would refuse outright to speak on the subject because he loves and respects his special little man and e) 9/10 times it’s funnier to lie to people than it is to tell them the truth. so they’re functionally the pre-2019 dan and phil of chicago university lecturers

other facets of this universe include the fact that patrick has a bear pride flag sticker on his owala and his students struggle to discern whether or not he understands that it is in fact a pride flag sticker, and that pete keeps telling increasingly ambitious lies to his students about his life for the sake of his own sick entertainment. significantly, patrick won’t really be a singer: my vision for the backstory is that patrick did join pete and joe’s pop punk project but was too shy to do vocals and it fell apart after a few months but they all remained very close friends. i imagine that he does sing and does still have a beautiful voice, he’s just not really interested in doing anything with it 🫶

[bun-lapin]

Mayhem VS Mystery - Chapter 1

Summary: A mysterious letter arrives at Ramshackle and the first years assemble

Word Count: 1.2k Genre: Crack/Comedy Characters: Grim, Ace, Deuce, Jack, Ortho, Sebek, (oc) Yuna & Yuuji (intro post here) CW: swearing, halloween costumes, friendly bickering

A/N: The beginning of my first Halloween fic featuring the first years and my Yuu OCs where they pull a variety of pranks at NRC! The teachers will also get some screen time! Stay tuned~! <3

Next Part - Fic on AO3

Deuce looks over at Ace with a puzzled frown and asks, “Do you know why they wanted us to come over today? I’ve probably got at least fifty messages from them bugging me about it.”

Ace flips over the doormat in front of Ramshackle Dorm’s main entrance and picks up a small key. After unlocking and opening the door, he shrugs at Deuce and answers, “No idea. Your guess is as good as mine.”

They walk into the rundown, little building and make their way towards the lounge. Seated on the various couches and arm chairs around the room are their fellow first years: Jack, Epel, Ortho, and Sebek. Standing next to the lounge’s nondescript coffee table, Yuna, Yuuji, and Grim seem to be carefully studying a black colored envelope.

Looking up at the two Heartslabyul students, Yuna dryly remarks, “Look who decided to finally show up. Also, thanks for breaking and entering!”

Ace plants his hands on his hips and retorts, “Ya know, it’s not really breaking and entering if I used a key to get in here. You need to find a better hiding spot for that thing.”

Deuce shakes his head with a small sigh and asks, “Why did you two call us over so urgently? Did something happen?”

Yuna wordlessly holds up the black envelope for everyone to see. Opening it, she takes out a letter printed on expensive looking card stock and begins to read aloud.

“Dear residents of Ramshackle Dorm, in the week leading up to Halloween, I commission you to create as much mayhem as possible on campus. Bodily harm is not permitted but you may cause as much property damage as you'd like. The end goal of your work is to cause Night Raven College to be shut down for Halloween. In the event of your success, 10,000 thaumarks will anonymously be sent to you as a reward.”

Yuna looks up and glances over at her fellow isekai adventurer, “10,000 thaumarks? Is that a lot? What’s the conversion rate here?”

Yuuji scoffs and answers dismissively, “Ugh! Don’t ask me, I’m gay. Can’t do math.”

“Bullshit! You’re ranked second in our class, you nerd!”

Turning up his nose with a small pout, Yuuji defiantly replies, “Fine! I’m gay and I won’t do math! Happy?!”

Yuna opens her mouth to continue arguing, but Ace smoothly steps in between the two of them and put his hands up in a placating motion. “Alright! We get it! It’s a lot of money,” he says in a loud voice. Raising his eyebrows skeptically, he continues, “But why did you call so many of us here? Now that we know about this deal, you’ll all get a smaller cut of the reward.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Yuna replies, “Considering there’s only one person in Ramshackle Dorm who can use magic, I figured it’d be too difficult to spread full scale mayhem across campus. That’s why I called you, Epel, and Ortho to help us out!”

Deuce, Jack, and Sebek exchange confused glances. Politely clearing his throat, Jack gestures to the group of three and asks, “If that’s the case, what are we doing here?”

Yuuji raises his hand and answers Jack, “Actually, I’m the one who called you guys here.” Walking over to Yuna, he snatches the paper from her hands and reads the rest of the letter aloud.

“For those not wishing to cause mayhem, you may try your best to locate me, your mysterious benefactor, and hand me over to the authorities. In that unlikely event, you will still receive half of the promised money and zero risk of academic retribution."

Glancing up from the letter, Yuuji explains to the room, “I’d rather not do anything that could cause us to be kicked out of school. Especially since we’re from another world and literally have no where else to go.”

Yuna lets out a short cough that sounds like, ‘Nerd!’

Ace coughs out, ‘Fun police!’

The two of them grin mischievously and then high-five each other.

Yuuji closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. In a voice filled with barely restrained fury, he says, “Would all of the good and responsible students please follow me so that we can begin our investigation??”

Turning swiftly on his heel, he exits the room followed dutifully by Jack, Sebek, and Deuce.

After waiting for the door to softly click shut, Yuna then turns to the remaining students and claps her hands together decisively. With an excited grin, she states, “Alright! Time to put on our costumes!”

~~~

Shifting the wooden oni mask over her face, Yuna knocks on the bathroom door and calls out, “Hurry up, Epel! Everyone else is already dressed!”

Epel’s muffled voice yells back through the door, “I’m goin’ as fast as I can! Y’all just hold on to yer britches!”

Yuna tilts her head, “...Britches?”

Wearing a black and white striped sweater and a black ski mask, Ace gestures towards Yuna’s costume and asks, “While we’re waiting, care to explain what you’re supposed to be? Are you some kinda demon?”

“Close! I’m a Namahage,” Yuna replies and strikes a menacing pose, her straw cape rustling softly around her small frame. “It’s a type of demon from my world that punishes naughty or lazy children. Yuuji’s dad would sometimes dress up as one and try to scare me and Yuuji when we were little.”

Grim taps his paw against Yuna’s leg and says, “Sorry to cut the cultural lesson short, but why am I dressed as a stinkin’ toy!?” Completely covering his entire head is a fuzzy, brown teddy bear mask with an adorable expression. Covering the rest of his body, Grim wears a full-body pajama suit made of the same fuzzy, brown fabric. In fact, if it wasn’t for the extremely cranky voice coming behind the mask, Grim would be indistinguishable from a super cute teddy bear plushie.

Yuna shrugs her shoulders apologetically and answers, “Sorry, buddy! If we’re gonna get away with massive property damage, we need costumes that completely disguise who we are! And since you’re the only student on campus that’s a small, magical cat-creature with flaming ears, it’s vital we totally cover up the fact that it’s you.”

Ace gestures over towards Ortho and remarks, “That explains Ortho’s costume then. He’s probably the second-most recognizable student on campus! Ya know, with him being a robot with flaming blue hair and all?”

Completely covered by a white bed sheet with two cutout eye-holes, Ortho wiggles his hands under the sheet and says with a playful laugh, “Hey! I’m not a robot! I’m a spooky ghost~!”

Floating past the small group, the resident Ramshackle Dorm ghosts give Ortho a sidelong glance. The smallest of the ghosts whispers to the others, “I’d almost be highly offended if that costume wasn’t so darn cute!” The other two ghosts nod silently in agreement.

Finally opening the bathroom door, Epel steps out and says, “Alright! I’m done! What do ya’ll think of my bona fide scarecrow costume?” He lifts his arms, clad in a red checkered shirt and denim overalls, into a scarecrow-like pose. Over his head is a burlap sack with rough, zigzag stitches hastily sewn over two frayed eye-holes and a gaping mouth.

The group stares at Epel in silence for a few minutes.

Dropping a heavy hand on Epel’s shoulder, Yuna gives him a thumbs up and simply states, “It’s fucking terrifying.”

(To be Continued)

Next Part

[oddeyevibes]

Some Trix headcanons (with extra witch stuff)

I think it’s dumb for witches to be seen as too deceitful to be able to work with each other. So I headcanon witches just say that to make themselves seem scarier to fairies. Like of course they would make covens all the time, the ancestral witches were a powerful coven and ideally most witches go to Cloud Tower with the intent of graduating with their new found sisters.

I especially think they would have covens as a way to compete with the power of fairies who wouldn’t really need to make them since so much of the magic dimension empowers them while witches would probably have to thrive off of more negative forces.

That being said, Witches & Fairies exist on a more yin and yang type of spectrum. I can see every fairy having a witch that acts as an opposite. You can’t have a light fairy without a witch of darkness. Can’t have a fire fairy without a witch of ice. Or even something like you can’t have a fairy of polyester without a witch of silk lol.

There has to be a school that teaches both witches and fairies. I imagine whoever runs it wishes to create a more hospitable relationship between the two groups.

There are places where witches aren’t stigmatized which is why you don’t so many in places like Magix outside of the Cloud Tower staff and students.

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Ok now Trix centered ones.

I think it’d be interesting for Stormy to be from Linphea. Since the weather plays a huge part in the growth of plant life. I always saw her as Flora’s opposite. With Flora representing the beauty of nature and Stormy representing its wrath. And it goes with my whole idea of Fairies being stronger alone because Flora’s domain is so much of nature and plant life while Stormy is really in control of one form of weather.

I would imagine Stormy is from a part of Linphea where weather magic users are more common even fairies of weather but they’re less passive than the folks where Flora lives. Like you’ll have fairies and witches that symbolize things like controlled fires, wild fires and storms which is where Stormy would come in but she’s just more akin to a pyromaniac as she likes the destruction storms can cause.

I also headcanon Darcy is from Solaria but she is from the part heavily influenced by the Moon. Because I do think it’s interesting how both Darcy and Stella are kind of like the free birds of their groups because Darcy always have goth hippy vibes. So I imagine it’s a Solaria thing. So being from the Moon region of Solaria, Darcy’s powers are not just darkness but also illusions.

Imagine this being how the Trix initially learn about the ring of Solaria where Darcy casually mentions royal family heirlooms and they mistakenly believe it might hold the Dragon’s Flame. But I also think when Stella is kidnapped in the first season it’s because Darcy would know especially how to manipulate a fellow Solarian since she would probably have experience.

The Trix would sabotage other budding covens in Cloud Tower because they felt it challenged their rule as the Queen Bees of the school.

Darcy wasn’t AS mean alone as when she’s with the others because she was normally reading or training with her magic. But trying to interrupt her or brown nose while she’s enjoying her solitude will make her emotionally DESTROY you and god help you if she tells Icy and Stormy.

Icy used to get bullied hard as a freshmen because she was more like Marta which is what really changed her.

In general, all three of them were loners (not by choice) because their personalities never meshed well with the other witches. Icy wasnt as mean, Darcy was more of a live and let live person, and Stormy was considered TOO much. Each were bullied and singled out and thats how they gravitated towards each other.

Icy is the only one who’s heterosexual. I imagine in places like Solaria and Linphea, sexuality and gender isn’t as strict or overtly labeled and folks just do whatever they want. So both Darcy and Stormy never THOUGHT to be committed to the opposite gender in a way Icy probably had to as a princess that would’ve been expected to produce heirs.

I think largely, Icy is very disciplined because of her upbringing. Which is why she clashes with other witches as a freshmen because they were more chaotic. Especially since there aren’t many other royal witches who she can relate to.

I don’t like the idea that Icy never told Darcy and Stormy about her past because by then we see that the Trix are there for each other no matter what. So I headcanon that Icy tells them sometime during their 2nd or 3rd year and they actually console her and promise to keep her secret.

I think it works to showcase the Trix have Just as much a strong bond as the Winx as their rivals. Like showcasing that there can be strong bonds in the light (Winx) and in the Darkness (Trix). And it subtly showcases how witches and fairies aren’t different. There a group of beings aren’t evil just by existing. They’re evil because of their choices.

Icy might not have started out evil and only set out to become a powerful witch but she realized she liked it. She liked the feeling of control, she like the feeling of controlling the fate of others in the same way the witch that destroyed her family. And so long as she was in control, she’ll never be hurt again. She’ll hurt whoever. Just never her sister. And never her coven sisters…much.

Darcy lived in a commune. I imagine she didn’t really have much. But I also imagine she didn’t really want for much either. She’s an odd one and it’s often surprising for people back home to learn that she turned out so evil. They’ll often be like “THAT Darcy??? Trying to take over Magix?? I mean yeah, she was a little hooligan back in the day but I didn’t think she was THAT evil.”

And Darcy was a hooligan. Like I said before, a free bird. Live and let live. She didn’t want power or wealth or fame per se. Definition of “I just wanna do hood rat shit with my friends”. And you’d think that be mainly Stormy and yeah it is but Darcy is the type to just be like “I’m bored, let’s go bully someone”. It’s hard to describe what her brand of chaos is. She’s kind of like a toned down Lestat in some ways.

The only one who actually like horrors movies is Icy. She’s the type of person to tell you CONSTANTLY how SHE’D survive if she was in those situations and it gets on the others nerves. Darcy is more of a thriller person and Stormy is very predictable in liking action movies and disaster flicks.

Stormy also enjoys nature documentaries. Specifically those about insects from Earth. Her favorites being spiders, Praying Mantises (praying manti??), and Stick Bugs. She likes watching stickbugs dancing.

Darcy also is fond of bugs as seen in season 1. She in particular likes the REALLY creepy crawlies. She misses the army of decay bugs at times.

I wrote so much without realization it but I’ll end it here.

[girl-named-matty]

Could we please get some Professor Weasley headcanons? I was looking at the headcanons masterlist, and thinking about her

Of course! Sorry this took a hot minute. <333 Random Professor Weasley HCs!!

Has several siblings, mostly brothers. 

Was a prefect and a Head girl in her time at school. 

Excelled exceptionally in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. 

Helped her fellow students with their homework. 

Mom friend 100% 

Deek was her first really good friend at school. After that, she made friends pretty easily. 

She was always told that she’d make a really good Ravenclaw, but her loyalties lay with Gryffindor. 

Graduated at the top of her year. 

Aside from her intelligence and smarts, she’s also extremely powerful. Just like Hecat, to her, knowledge equals power. And through her knowledge, she was able to teach herself to become extremely powerful and disciplined when it came to her magic. 

After school, she didn’t expect to become a Curse-Breaker but she quickly took to it and began to love it. 

Despite him always causing trouble, Garreth is one of her nephews that she’s closest to. 

She was never serious about relationships but if she ever got married, it’d be very lowkey. Romantic but not flaunty and very private. So much so that most people don’t even know about it. 

Never had any kids and she prefers to be the cool and intelligent aunt. 

When she first became a professor, she took to it very quickly. She loves her students so much and greatly cares about their safety and education. 

She’s super good friends with Professor Hecat and has a rather fun and lighthearted relationship with Madam Kogawa. Who knew Professor Weasley loved quidditch? 

She lightly jokes that patience has been her best quality since working at the school–whether it was because of her students or Professor Black. But in reality, she isn’t joking. 

Overall, she’s an extremely talented witch and a wonderful woman.

[lunaswritingcafe]

" . . . AND EVERY TIME YOU BREATHE HIS AIR"

" PART I "

FEATURING Elphaba, Fiyero and Glinda. GENRE angst and fluff SUMMARY after their kiss Elphaba pushes Fiyero away again and decides to tell Glinda the truth but doesn't want to hurt her, resulting in Fiyero taking things into his own hands.

Series list here !!

warnings: none that I know but pls let me know if I missed anything. Also I am kinda turning Fiyero into an fboy, it is unintentional but goes with the story so pls don't get offended by that. pls do not steal or copy my work, reblogs are v appreciated tho, and thank you for waiting 🫶🏻🤧 a/n: I am trying my best with this series so I hope you all enjoy it. If you have any feedback or suggestions feel free to let me know! thank you for waiting! 🫶🏻

Blue birds chirping in the trees, some flying over the most refreshing clear water you’d ever seen. It was so relaxing to watch the waterfalls as frogs jumped from lily pads and the fish swimming along by her feet. It was truly a breathtaking sight, one of Elphaba’s favorite things about Shiz in fact, was the garden. It was peaceful, quiet, something a lot of the students here seem to take for granted as it is usually empty most days. She considered it her sanctuary, a place to study, a place to calm herself from stress, to free her mind and escape from the harsh realities of life. And now, apparently, it was the place she’d go to get her mind off of kissing her best friend’s boyfriend.

Elphaba was still in disbelief with herself, the shared moment between her and Fiyero on replay in her mind, thinking of what she could've done different, what could've been if she hadn’t allowed herself to fall weak for even just a few seconds. There’s was nothing she could do though, Elphie realized that there was no point in hiding, although wished her lesson's with Madame Morrible included more transfiguration spells than levitation, wanting nothing more but to join the birds in their sanctuary. It’d be useless though, Glinda would never let it be, the thought of her “using” her magic on every feathered creature just to find her made Elphaba chuckle. Glinda was so sweet, she risked her popularity for an outcast, for her Elphie, the pain was too much, there was no way she could face her, neither of them,

“There you are” A deep voice spoke, pulling Elphaba’s eyes away from the water.

Fiyero, why was he here, she was surprised that he even knew the garden existed since he’s always off at parties. Her mouth opened but no response, nothing. She struggled to find the words, still stunned, instead she turned back towards the water.

The prince let out a faint chuckle in response, sensing her hesitation to speak, “Shocking to see you have nothing to say now” He toyed, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps ease the thoughts running through her mind.

Still nothing, the witch kept to herself and her fish friends, “Look darling, we have two options here” Slowly he began to walk closer, “We could go our separate ways, pretend like nothing ever happened. Just like before.” Now standing behind her, the prince crouches down, “Or, you could tell me how you really feel” His whispered lowly in her ear as his hand brushed her hair to her right shoulder, his lips just inches away from her neck.

The action made Elphie’s eyes widened, “I-I don't know what you're talking about” She finally spoke, denying his claims of her feelings for him,

“Oh don’t act coy now sweetheart, I've seen the way you look at me.” Her eyes widened, cursing herself for not being more careful.

There were times that she would take a few glances at him, whether it’s between chapters of her book that she’d read during breakfast before class, or maybe when her eyes needed a break from all the note-taking she’d stare at him making a fool of himself trying to convince his fellow classmates not to study. It was easy to be unnoticed when her and Glinda weren’t friends, but now her and Fiyero are a package deal so it’s almost impossible to look at him without noticing,

“And you cannot tell me you’re still not thinking about our kiss” Chills run down her spin as the prince spoke into her skin, his lips now leaving small kisses on her neck.

For a moment she leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his kisses, but that guilt, that guilt was still in the pit of her stomach, making it impossible to ignore, “I-It doesn’t matter, we can’t” She tried protesting, pushing the prince back with her elbow but this time he wouldn’t budge,

“Why’s that darling? Glinda hasn’t been your friend for long, don’t you remember how cruel she was to you?” His hand snaking around her waist pulling her back into him while the other cups her cheek, forcing Elphie to look at him, “I can make sure she never hurts you again darling, let me protect you”

The prince’s lips travel from her neck to her jaw then her lips, placing yet another sweet kiss on them. Only this time it was more rough, passionate but rough, like he was hungry for her, like he couldn’t breathe without her love, “It’s okay sweetheart, just let yourself fall” His words so sweet and kind, but no.

“I said we can’t!” Her voice firmed as she pushed Fiyero into the air, before dropping him moments later. The prince was shocked but couldn’t help but notice how hot Elphie looked when using her magic.

“We can’t” She repeated, this time at a normal volume, “I pick the first one” Was all Elphie added before gathering her school bag and began leaving the garden, her words leaving the prince confused but realized she was speaking of their options,

“It will just get harder to suppress darling” His words making her stop for a brief moment, “All I’m saying is you shouldn’t have to hide your feelings for others” but it wasn’t just others though, yes Elphie knew the whole school would judge her which is nothing new, the only person she cared about though was Glinda, her judgment was the only one that matter. It was hard to explain but ever since they met she felt tied to her, like Elphie couldn’t be away from her for too long or she’d go mad. So yes, perhaps Elphaba did have feelings for Fiyero but not one’s she was willing to pursue if it resulted in her losing her best friend.

Without another word Elphaba continued walking, giving no acknowledgement to Fiyero’s comments. She spent the rest of the afternoon studying in the library, drowning herself in work in order to get her mind off of today which seemed to have work for a short amount of time until the sun began to set, meaning it was time for everyone to head to their rooms. Elphie took her time though, slowly putting her books and pens away, returning the books to their respective shelves, doing her best to stall, making sure she is the last student to leave. Stalling was useless though, Elphaba was determined to just tell Glinda the truth hoping she would understand and figure out how they could get past this. But by the time she arrived to their room Glinda was no where to be seen,

“Glinda?” Elphie called but got no response. The witch soon realized the door to their shared balcony was open, “Glinda its so cold out get-” she pauses realizing she had fallen fast asleep at the tea table, her delicate face laid upon a book with her wand in hand.

Elphie smiled taking in the sight, she looked so cute and peaceful, she knew how hard Glinda had been working to improve her magic, working with her and Madame Morrible and apparently now on her own. It was quite charming actually, how dedicated Glinda was, all year she never gave her studies a passing glance but magic was different, it meant much more to her

“Hey, hun? Glinda? Let’s get you to bed” Elphie spoke softly, lifting her friend up and placing her arm over Elphie’s neck, with another arm placed around her waist for support,

“Hmm? Elphie?” “Yea its me hun” She chuckled. Glinda’s eyes were fully opened now taking in her surroundings and realizing she had fallen asleep while learning a spell.

“Wait!” She panicked rushing to cover the book, “You can't look, close your eyes!” She ordered with a stern, yet still sleepy look, pointing her finger towards her friend, “It’s . . . a surprise . . . for Fiyero . . that you can't see, turn around!” Glinda spoke frantically, trying her best to come up with an lie.

Technically it was a surprise, just not for Fiyero though. Elphie arched her brow in confusion but knew Glinda was past sleep deprived and went along with her command,

“Alright” The green witch turned away while the her friend frantically gathered her book and papers, “No peeking!” She shouted making Elphaba laugh, “I'm not, just hurry” rolling her eyes but still holding a small smile.

After she had gathered her things, the two friends reentered their shared bedroom and closed the door to protect them from the cold midnight air. The blonde sat at her vanity, combing her hair while Elphie brushed her teeth in the bathroom behind Glinda but was in the view of her mirror,

“How was the rest of your day? I didn't see you at all after the situation in History today” and there it was again, the guilt. It started eating her up again, she was prepared to just be upfront and honest with Glinda but now, facing her, she couldn't even form the words, “And you didn't show up to our lessons either . . .”Focusing more on Elphie than her hair, eyes pinned on her best friend through the reflection.

Elphaba mentality slapped herself realizing she had missed today's magic lessons after class, after everything that had happened earlier the stress from Dr.Dillamond and now kissing her best friend’s boyfriend was effecting her so much she was forgetting everything from the time to her schedule,

“Is everything alright Elphie? Im sorry about what happened to Dr. Dillamond, we can talk about it?” She offered, trying to read her friends face wondering what could be bothering her,

��Y-Yeah I’m fine, it's just upsetting is all” Her reply was quick before rinsing her mouth and exiting their shared bathroom, “I’m sorry for making you worry” She forced a smile, hugging Glinda from behind while looking at her in the mirror now.

The two stared at each other realizing they both had more to say but instead let silence fill the room, “Let’s get to bed angel, we’ve got class tomorrow” Elphie pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head, making Glinda match her smile, forced and faint with a hint of sadness in her eyes, although she didn't push on the subject anymore.

The two hugged before heading to their beds, needing sleep but both being forced to stay awake by their thoughts and worries.

The next morning began just the same as any other morning, doing their regular routine as usual in their shared space. After showering Glinda sat at her vanity again prepping her skin and hair for the day while Elphie reviewed notes for today's lessons. Since their new friendship began to blossom you couldn’t get the two to shut up, whether it’s Glinda singing her whole morning routine in order to make Elphie laugh or perhaps Elphaba reading her notes aloud because Glinda forgot to study the night before. Either way it was never quite as quiet as it now, only the sounds of Glinda brushing through her golden locks and Elphie packing up her bag with textbooks.

While carefully tapping her blush on her cheekbones, Glinda glanced up at Elphie, her eyes focused on the notes she had taken yesterday, “Elphie, yesterday after Dr. Dillamond was taken and everyone fell asleep, when I woke up and the lion cub was gone, so were you and Fiyero” which made her friend pause in horror.

“He was just helping me save the cub, that’s all” Her reply quick, eyes never leaving the page.

“I know, I’m just” She sighed, now giving her full attention to her friend, ‘I’m just saying, I’ve would of helped you Elphie. No matter what” She spoke softly, her brows furrowed in concern for her friend.

Elphaba smiled in response, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as her hair drapes over both sides of her face, doing her best to conceal her expression. Hearing those words from Glinda filled her stomach with butterflies, but this wasn’t the first time it had happened though. There were a few moments during these past few weeks whether it was Glinda’s hair flips or when they held hands, where she felt this same giddiness, like a spark was suddenly lit within her. It was something indescribable, something she had never felt, even with Fiyero which confused the hell out of her.

Without another moment of silence, Elphaba looked up towards her roommate with a bright smile, putting her bag down before pulling up a chair next to her vanity and gently grabbing her hands,

“I’m sorry, I was simply just thinking of the cub's safety. I won’t leave you behind again alright?” She coos, pushing away strands of her hair out of her face, her finger lightly brushing her delicate skin in the process, making Glinda almost lean into her touch, “Alright” She nods with a smile as the two giggle and hug.

“Attention!” Suddenly a voice yelled, breaking up their sweet moment. The two pulled away from each other, looking confused as they rushed to the balcony, “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” The voice spoke again, just on octave lower this time. Glinda and Elphaba stood by the railing, a hand in one another as they looked down realizing it was Fiyero. He stood next to his horse Feldspar who was pushing a carriage full of flowers,

“Now, I’m sure everyone is aware that me and my sweet darling Glinda have been deeply in love for the past two months now” He began, a bright smile upon his face, making Glinda squeal with joy, Elphaba joining along momentarily forgetting about the day before, “And I have enjoyed every single moment with her” His words sweet and loving as he continues to declare his love for her to his fellow classmates while Glinda stared down at him with a giant smile, her heart on fire as she gushes over the man she planned on marrying.

From any point of view, the scene looked liked a proposal which may have seemed a little too soon, but not for Glinda. It was perfect, could of perhaps been a bit more grand but still very sweet. Nonetheless she stood prepared to say yes as many times as she could before running down to her now fiance.

“But, it’s because I love her, that I have to be honest”

The words like a boulder to Glinda's heart as Fiyero had finally made eye contact with her, his expression sad and begging for forgiveness before looking at Elphaba. It was like if time had stopped as the witch stood still, frozen, dreading his next words, and instead begged him with glossy eyes not to speak, to say anything but what she feared, “These past few weeks my heart has lied in the hands of someone else, someone whom I can't seem to get my mind off of" He spoke softly, giving Elphie a look a reassurance that everything would be okay, “No matter how hard I try”

The two women stood there in silenced, one with a single tear running down her face as more gathered in her waterline, while the other was frozen, eyes wide and felt as if she was being choked, like she couldn't speak nor breathe.

“Elphaba, darling please. I can't shield these feelings a moment longer” His words loud and clear making everyone gasp, turning towards the green skinned girl in shock and disgust.

Silence again from both girls, their once intertwined hands falling from each other slowly, as if the bind Elphaba had been feeling for Glinda was broken, snapped into little pieces, too many to put back together like their friendship.

“. . . W-What? . . . . Elphie, w-what is he talking about?” Glinda spoke being the first to break the silence, her words broken and dry, “ . . . Elphie?” Speaking once again but more firm this time, turning to her friend.

"I-I" She tried to respond, to say something to her friend as she turned to her with puffy eyes, "I-I don't know" Elphaba was able to whisper even though her throat felt dry. She began waving her hands and repeating "no" under her breath at first before yelling it, wanting Fiyero to know this was not what she wanted. Before anyone could though, two loud claps echoed throughout the courtyard, grabbing everyone's attention.

It was Madam Morrible, walking into the crowd of students, "Enough! Get to your classes now!" She scolded before everyone swarmed away. As she was reprimanding Fiyero for causing such a scene, Elphaba and Glinda both kept put on the balcony for a few more seconds, processing what had just happened, before Glinda was the first to leave. She was beyond hurt, completely and utterly crushed, her thoughts spiraling and trying to piece together this situation to make sense of it. Never one did she think he felt this way, and especially not her best friend,

"Glinda . . . Glinda I c-can explain . . . " She stammered, hands shaky as she reached for her friend, tears now rolling down her eyes as well, "T-This was not supposed to happen, please you have to understand I-" her voice failing her as it cracked, giving Glinda all the answers she needed. She really cared for Elphaba, even looked to her as a sister, despite her shy expressions and awkwardness Glinda loved her, daydreamed about becoming the most powerful witches in all of oz until death. How could something so unthinkable break up a friendship so strong?

"JUST KNOW I WAS ALREADY THERE! . . "

[verdantcrimson]

Heaven and Earth / Creation of Heaven and Earth - 7

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[After school that same day, in the ES reception room.]

Keito: Now, I’ll summarize the issue at hand for Anzu, who probably doesn’t understand what is happening very well.

Keito: We, AKATSUKI, have been asked to host a long-running show ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’, that any history buff worth their salt knows about.

Kuro: By the way, little miss Anzu, have ya ever heard of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’? Ya haven’t, right?

Keito: Quit trying to increase the number of your brethren in ignorance.

Souma: Fufu. You say you have yet to properly sit down and watch it, but you know of its name? Well, it does appear understandably difficult and complex to become invested in.

Souma: I too have beckoned for my younger brother to “come and watch” with me, but he does not spare a glance.

Kuro: Haha, wouldn’t it be more fun for a growin’ boy to move his body?

Keito: Back to what I was saying earlier. We’ve been entrusted with this major role, but a problem has cropped up.

Kuro: The issue is that I’m an idiot.

Keito: I’ve come up with a workaround for that bit, so it’s no longer an issue.

Souma: Hasumi-dono is far too strict in his refusal to retort with the simpler, “You aren’t an idiot,” phrase. ~♪

Keito: You’re being annoying. Also, Kiryu isn’t an idiot, generally speaking, he just can’t study. There’s a difference.

Keito: The problem I was referring to, of course, is the ‘Three Sages.’

Keito: These ‘Three Sages’ are authorities in the field for the countless historians that have supported ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ throughout the years. Without their cooperation, this show just wouldn’t work.

Souma: Umu. We are not academics, but ‘aidoru’, for which reason we so desperately require the assistance of such experts.

Keito: Exactly. However, for better or worse, these exalted scholars were quite unique—

Keito: They had their own set of conditions for us to follow. Though it seemed like they’d be cooperative if we fulfilled them,

Keito: All of these conditions are ill-matched, and in theory, it seems impossible to fulfill all of them.

Keito: Now, we need to figure out what to do. Do you understand now, Anzu?

Kuro: No really, what’re we supposed t’do…? Both Hideyoshi-sensei and Nobunaga-sensei said the same thing, come to think of it. Turns out ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ is a total landmine of a job after all.

Kuro: We’re just dumbasses that jumped for joy, and fell right into a trap.

Souma: Now Kiryu-dono, let us try and think of this the other way around. I believe that it may be precisely because we are without a proven record of accomplishments unlike the ‘beterans’ of our agency, that the responsibility of handling such a precarious case has been entrusted to us young people.

Keito: I agree with Kanzaki’s view on this.

Kuro: Why’re you two just freakishly in sync these days!? You ‘good at studyin’’ folks are conspirin’ together, aren’tcha? Little miss, you’re on my side though, right? Won’t ya come to the ‘can’t study for shit’ side…?

Keito: Don’t act like a baby to gain Anzu’s sympathy, Kiryu… But seriously, what side would you take, Anzu? I’ve always thought that you were sincere, and a hard worker, so your grades must be good, right?

Souma: Hmm. Anzu-dono is currently enrolled in the ‘purodyuusu’ course, so I cannot say for certain, however, the year prior, her grades were of a generally average nature. They were neither good nor bad.

Kuro: If ya studied super hard and still got an average grade, that must mean you must’ve been a pretty terrible student in the past.

Keito: Don’t try to recruit fellow bad students. Quit trying to run from reality, Kiryu. It’d be best if you tried to be reborn as a wiser version of yourself.

Kuro: Easy for you to say, but y’know… I can’t change that fast. I mean, I worked real hard to finally be reborn at the level I am right now.

Keito: Yes. I acknowledge your hard work.

Keito: Effort will never betray a person. People are only ever betrayed by people.

Souma: Those are meaningful words. Unfailingly, problems can be attributed to people.

Keito: That applies to our current predicament as well. What should we do, Anzu?

Keito: I would like to hear your opinion.

Kuro: Careful now, little miss. If ya answer with somethin’ strange, Hasumi’s gonna blow his lid.

Keito: Stop fooling around. If Anzu had been even a little less self-assertive of a person, she would’ve shriveled up by now.

Keito: —Hm, I see. Decide on what our priorities are, huh?

Keito: It’s better to be selective, and decide on what you want to accomplish, rather than try to accomplish everything and risk ending up with nothing.

Keito: That sounds fair. Nothing good comes from being greedy.

Keito: And naturally, what’s most important to us is the progress of AKATSUKI.

Kuro: As an idol, ya should’ve answered with somethin’ more like “the smiles of our fans.”

Keito: If we’re very successful and sparkle brightly, our fans will be pleased and smile anyways, right?

Keito: We would like to bolster our reputation by hosting ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth.’ However, in order for the show to be a success, we need the cooperation of the ‘Three Sages.’

Keito: However, in order to get them to cooperate with us, we have to meet their conditions—

Keito: …I’m just repeating myself. What I’m trying to say is that the order of priorities is (1) AKATSUKI’s progression, (2) Getting ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ approved, and (3) the feelings of the ‘Three Sages.

Keito: In the most extreme case, even if we are unable to achieve (2) or (3), accomplishing just (1) would be fine.

Keito: … Hm? What is it, Anzu?

Keito: If you have something to add, don’t be afraid to say it. That is why I called you here, after all.

Keito: I see… That sounds drastic, but I guess it’s technically possible.

Keito: It’s not like we’d be punished for trying. Oi Kiryu, Kanzaki—

Keito: Let’s prepare whatever documents and materials we’ll need by tomorrow.

Keito: As per Anzu’s suggestion, we’ll make a trial version of ‘Rumbling Heaven and Earth’ on our own.

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[narrators-journal]

excuse me can i ask you a minato arisato x kotone shiomi? Probably Investigation Team Minato and SEES Kotone???

The roll continues with this goofy little ditty lol. The shipping is a little light here, but I tried to at least imply it with some fun extra content tossed on top. I mostly just thought it’d be fun to view the ship from the outside. Also, Yosuke’s just kinda fun to write as a doofus, ngl lmao. I hope you enjoy it regardless tho, this is a very fun lil idea, and very funny if you imagine Kotone’s more or less treating this like a puppy crush right now.

Also, while it’s not outright stated, I tried to at least imply that Kotone worked for Mitsuru after the dark hour shit. How? Not sure, but it’s fun to imagine.

“20 bucks says he has the hots for her.” Yosuke Hanamura said with a gesture towards the investigation team’s latest member, a dark-blue-haired senior transfer student who was only a week out from his dungeon’s defeat, and was currently a distance away from the group’s table to chat with a woman with wavy auburn hair that cascaded down to the small of her back with pins to adorn it.

Even at a glance, Chie could see why Minato might like the woman. She unmistakably wasn’t much older than nineteen, wore her professional button-up and black slacks well, and her hair shone like smooth garnet, or maybe ruby in the cloudless sun of the summer afternoon. She had a friendly face, one that you never saw without some form of smile. And, with the morbid and dark revelations that she had been shown in the blue-haired senior’s dungeon, she could see how someone as bright and friendly as the woman would draw him in.

That being said, she still huffed to her stablemate, “Why would I care enough to make that bet?” through a mouthful of food before she washed it down with her milkshake and added in a lighter tone, “Though, if he does, he’s making eyes at the wrong person. According to Yukiko, she’s here on a business trip, she’ll likely be gone within a week max.” “Damnnn, that’s gonna suck for him then.” Yosuke chuckled, a fry popped into his mouth as he continued to watch the beautiful woman giggle at something Minato had said. Which, in turn, made Chie giggle slightly. Though the brunette’s laughter was less about whatever the emo had said and more at the slightly salty expression that Yosuke got the longer he watched the pair talk. “How old even is she?” he huffed without a glance towards Chie. “How the hell should I know?” She huffed back, “Yukiko has to check IDs for the inn, right? Did she spot her age when she did?” Yosuke pressed his hazel eyes finally torn away from Minato’s distant conversation to look at the fellow brunette expectantly, which made her roll her eyes. “Yosuke, that’s creepy as hell. Even if I did know her age, I’m not telling you.”

That, naturally, earned the athlete a dark look, but all he did was turn his gaze back to watch Minato continue to chat up the dark-haired woman. And, for a few heartbeats, Chie joined him. At least, until Yosuke spoke once more, “Surely she’s more than 18, right? Since she has a job?” “She’s sure as hell not a high school student, that’s for sure.” “So, she’s too old for him as well. So, is she just humoring him?” Yosuke asked, a little more than to himself than Chie. Though, that didn’t stop her from retorting, “Yosuke, Minato’s eighteen, and she’s no older than a max of twenty. How is that too old for him?-” “Sh! He’s coming back!”

In a flash, Yosuke swapped from observation to pretending he hadn’t been a speculating gossip only a heartbeat before the emo ended his chat with a wave from the woman and a small smile on his pale face. Which, made Chie shake her head before she simply took another bite of food and greeted Minato upon his return to his seat at their table. Yosuke’s only comment a light hum of, “Heya dude, you know that girl?” Which only got a bit of a shrug from the newest member of their crew. “Not really, just trying to make new friends.” He said casually, his dark hair tossed lightly out of his face so he could sip at his soda and pick at his loaded fries. And, that was where the conversation logically should have ended. With the context that his dungeon gave them, Chie could completely accept his answer as a whole explanation for how eager he’d been to talk to the auburn-haired woman. Enough said in her book. But, Yosuke obviously didn’t want to drop the topic yet. “Just friends? Really? Because, you sure were excited to go chat with her, and if I recall right, you were a stutter-y mess when you first met her too.” He pressed. His attempt at a casual tone was a poor cover for the teasing edge of his words. Which, in turn, made the dark-haired man turn the slightest shade of pink while he stared down at his fries for a long moment. Then, he simply asked, “So what if I do want to date her? She’s only a year older than me, single, and cute.” And, clearly, Yosuke hadn’t been expecting that as a response.

So, while Chie tried not to giggle into her chocolate milkshake, Yosuke could only manage a sputter and waved the conversation off with a dismissive trio of fries shoved into his mouth. So, at long last, the topic was dropped and Minato was free to simply enjoy his lunch in the shade of their table’s umbrella in relative peace.

[sallowapologist]

Jealous Boy

(yes, inspired by the unreleased Lana song)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x trans!Reader (ftm) 

Word Count: 3.6k+

Genre: Angst, Fluff, & Smut (the holy trinity).  

TW’s: Minor TW for brief mentions of a guy being a bit of a creep towards you, nothing major though. 

Notes: I took it personally that there was a lack of transmasc mc fics out there, so that’s how this came about. I impulsively wrote this at you don’t even want to KNOW what hour- but I am finally done and ready to post it. Idk why I always decide to write and publish fics in one sitting. 

Goes without saying, but this is set in their seventh year when they’re both of age. The beginning of the fic also only really makes sense from the perspective of you being in Slytherin, but to be honest it doesn’t make any difference beyond the introduction- so other houses are encouraged to read too. 

The reader’s POV is that of the MC of the game. 

I'll also be crossposting this to my ao3 account (swarmofbears) if you guys wanted to show it some love over there- i’ll definitely be writing more seb fics soon. Enjoy!

Brief Description: A celebratory party for the Slytherin quidditch team goes sour for you when Sebastian lets his emotions get the better of him. 

He seeks you out, wanting to give an apology- but he ends up giving you so much more... 

ao3 version here:

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Slytherin had just won the first match of the year. 

After much pestering from students and faculty, Professor Black had finally allowed quidditch to return to the school curriculum. The season had opened with a tense match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, the ultimate rivals. 

Sebastian had been stressing about it, often being his grumbly self whenever practice hadn’t gone to plan. It’d come as a surprise when he told you he was trying out for the team at the start of the year, but in line with all that happened in your fifth year, you figured he could use a distraction. 

Plus, you certainly weren’t complaining about seeing him in his quidditch uniform in the slightest. 

Subsequent to the victory, you and your fellow housemates paraded back to the Slytherin dorm to celebrate. Hasty banners were strewn across the hall and soft music was thumping in the background of the excited chatter.  

You hadn’t really had a chance to congratulate Sebastian yet, him being swept up by the crowd sort of made it impossible to catch a moment with him. No matter, you assumed you’d find him at some point in the evening. 

Eyes wandering the common room, you searched for either Ominis or Sebastian so you could make your way over to one of them. However, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. Spinning around on your heels, you expect to find one of your friends in front of you, but you’re met with an unfamiliar boy clad in the same green robes as Sebastian. He must be on the quidditch team too. 

“Miles Grimaldi,” the boy says with a lopsided smirk as he wets his lips with his tongue, hand staying put on your shoulder. 

You attempt to shrug off the hand with a wary smile, tentatively replying with your full name to fill the uncomfortable silence. 

Obviously not getting the hint, the boy- or “Miles” as you now knew- leans forward until his lips are almost touching the shell of your ear. You flinch back, but he only leans closer as he whispers, “I saw you in the stands at the match...how’d you like to have some alone time with one of your star players?”. 

You flush red at this, not because you’re flattered by any means, but the close proximity and suggestive tone was all too much. An unsure noise slips out your mouth, your voice cracking as you franticly glance left and right, looking for someone to help you out. 

That’s when you meet eyes with Sebastian from across the common room. Your eyes widen, attempting to signal for help. He must be too far away to pick up on your desperation, because all you’re met with is a look of...well you honestly have no idea how else to describe it but as pure...venom? That can’t be right. Surely he could see how fucking uncomfortable you were right now. 

Sebastian shoots a glare in your direction, before downing the drink in his hand and stalking off into the crowd.  

God he was a fucking idiot. 

Realizing you’d have to deal with this sleezeball yourself, you flick your head back towards Miles. 

“I’m sorry I-” You begin, before a familiar voice cuts you off. 

“I think he’s aright, thank you.” 

Thank Merlin. It was Ominis. 

Miles turns around, seemingly ready to start a fight with whoever just interrupted him. However, the moment he realises who’s stood behind him, he nods his head- muttering out what could be an apology before disappearing into the crowd. 

“Ominis- Thank Merlin you arrived, that guy was-” 

“A total sleeze? Perks of being blind I guess, nobody seems to want to pick a fight with you.” 

You chuckle at his comment, Ominis always had a way of making you laugh- whether it was intentional or not. 

“Yeah, well, I‘m glad someone came to my rescue. Sebastian didn’t seem so keen,” you wryly comment. 

Ominis frowns at this, sensing your dejected tone. 

“How strange...Well, would you like to sit down together? I’m finding this crowd a bit of a challenge to navigate.” 

There it was again, that dry sense of humor that always drew a chuckle out of you. You nod your head yes, before remembering that he can’t see you. 

“Of course, here- I'll lead you.” 

Ominis nods his head in thanks, taking your hand as you lead him to the luckily unoccupied couch, sitting on opposite ends. 

As you open your mouth to ask Ominis what he’d gotten up to during the match (seeing as he couldn’t exactly watch it), your voice dies in your throat as something catches your eye. 

A couple meters from you, you see Sebastian. He’s leaning against one of the stone walls of the room, arm resting above the head of some Slytherin girl. You don’t know her name, and you’re pretty certain neither did Sebastian- but apparently it didn’t matter. He’s leaning towards her, a smirk etched on his face as she giggles and shyly tucks a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.  

Your heart drops. A thick feeling builds in your throat as you feel a wetness building in your waterline- you barely register Ominis calling your name as he notices your uncharacteristic silence. You attempt to steady your breathing, but you just can’t draw your eyes away. 

As if he can sense your eyes burning into the side of his face, Sebastian looks directly at you with a look of...triumph. It’s that same look he gets whenever he beats you at a duel during one of the countless sparring matches the two of you have held in the undercroft between classes, only now, it felt more personal. More evil. 

Suddenly, it seems as if he notices your watery eyes, and it must click for him- because without another word to the girl between his arms, he pushes himself off the wall and begins rapidly making his way across the room towards you. You barely acknowledge how his face has fallen into an expression of desperation, getting up and practically sprinting out of the common room. You think you hear his voice calling your name, but it doesn’t matter anymore. 

You only barely feel bad for leaving Ominis like that, but it was too much. It was all too much. You can feel sobs begging to fall from your quivering lips, and you decide that you want to be anywhere but the dorm room you shared with the boy you had fallen so deeply for. 

An idea springs to mind. The room of requirement. 

Objective in mind, you quickly make your way through the winding halls of the school, desperately trying to hold on for a little longer. You could let it all out once you were safe and alone. Not here.  

- 

Finally finding yourself in front of the room’s entryway, you shove open the door, immediately allowing the emotion that had been building escape you. Harsh sobs wrack your body as you fall to the ground with your back pressed to the door, uncontrollable and overwhelming. Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could you have thought he liked you back? Nobody ever liked you back. You weren’t like the others.  

Nobody wanted a freak like you. 

Choking out dry tears, you lift your head shakily from your knees pressed to your forehead, scanning the familiar room. You get up gingerly, deciding to make your way to your bedroom here. You just needed to cry it out in bed. 

Once you make it to your room, you immediately begin just that, letting it all out as you sit leaning against the headboard of your bed. You barely hear the click of the door. 

“Y/N?” a soft voice whispers. 

Shit, you forgot you’d shown Sebastian this room one day when he’d complained about the first years who wouldn’t stop chatting in the library while he tried to study. He must’ve followed you here. 

Refusing to even acknowledge the boy stood a few feet from you, you speak into your knees. 

“What do you want?” you croak out. 

“I-” 

You don’t let him finish his sentence, suddenly overwhelmed with rage as pure hatred courses through your veins. You flick your head up, shooting a gaze filled with malice his way. You don’t notice the way his eyes widen and his eyebrows pique in in shock, Adam's apple bobbing as he nervously swallows his words. 

“Actually- no. I don’t want to hear it Sebastian. Just fucking leave,” you spit out. 

“Y/N- please just let me-” 

“Fuck off Sebastian!” 

He goes dead silent, taking a step back. Utter fear is etched across his face, he’s never seen you this mad before. Not since that night. His bottom jaw quivers as his eyes glass over, staring at you, awaiting your next move. 

You can’t help but feel a tug at your heart. After all, this was the boy you’d been pining over for years. You let out a frustrated groan, resting your head back against the headboard.

 

“Fuck Sebastian...why did you have to go and be an idiot.” 

For once, it seems as if he’s at a loss for words. The easygoing grin that seemed to be permanently etched onto his face missing. 

“I mean you just- I thought we- never mind,” you sigh. 

Your eyes are shut, so you don’t notice he’s made his way towards you until you feel a weight on the mattress at the opposite side of the bed. 

“...I’m sorry,” he whispers. 

You open your eyes, finding yourself met with a slumped Sebatian. Insecurity is written all over his face, and he’s fiddling with his hands, avoiding all eye contact with you. You stay silent, hoping he gets the hint that you’re waiting for an explanation. 

He inhales deeply, “I don’t know why I did it.” 

“Honestly Sebastian, it’s fine- it's not even like we’re-”  “No, it’s not fine.” 

You’re silent, uncertain of this new territory. You hadn’t seen Sebastian this vulnerable since that night in the tombs, where you’d held him to your chest for what felt like hours as he sobbed into your chest. 

“I just...I felt this- this feeling when I saw that guy hitting on you.” 

“Wh- Miles? Seb, I didn’t want him to-” 

“Which is totally wrong of me- you're your own person. I shouldn’t feel this way just because some guy was making you blush-” he mumbles out. 

“Seb-” 

“Which I think upset me so much because I wish I knew how t-” 

“Sebastian!” you suddenly shout, grabbing his forearm. His head flicks to you, once again overcome with shock at your sudden shift of tone. 

“Listen to me.” you order, making intense eye contact with him. You’d find the way his gaze falls into those familiar puppy eyes endearing if you weren’t currently battling the stubborn boy for a chance to speak your mind. He gulps, a slight red tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

“That guy- Miles- He came onto me. I had to get Ominis to get the guy off my back, I was trying to get you to help me but you-” 

“Oh my god...” he whispers to seemingly nobody, cutting you off. 

“...What?” 

“You were asking for help,” he states bluntly. 

“Yes?” you scoff, “Did you not see the way I looked at you?” 

“I thought-” 

“You thought wrong.” 

It’s suddenly eerily silent, neither of you knowing what to say next. Your brain is running wild with questions, completely lost with where this was going. 

“I get it know,” he speaks into the silence. 

“Get what?” you reply, squinting at him in confusion. 

“I get what that feeling was...” 

You feel anger bubbling to the surface yet again with just how cryptic the boy was being. 

“Sebastian if you don’t fucking tell me what you’re on about, I’ll-” 

“I was jealous,” he states with no emotion behind his voice, but the way his anxious eyes meet your own is enough to let you know it was a cover. 

“...What?” 

He quickly averts his gaze. 

“I thought he was making you blush,” he mumbles. 

“What? I mean no- he wasn’t- but why would it even matter if-” 

“Because I think I’m in love with you.”  

The sudden confession shuts you up, any words you had dying in your throat as your jaw hangs slack. It’s as if Sebastian’s just as surprised as you at the words that escaped him, eyes wide in terror as he gets up to flee the room immediately. 

“Sebastian, wait-” you stutter out, reaching towards him, catching the sleeve of his robe between your fingertips. 

He refuses to look at you, grimacing to himself. 

“Just forget it-” 

You’re not sure what it is. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment. Maybe it’s the overwhelming rush of pure adoration you’d suppressed for the boy for so long. Maybe it’s the way your heart is threatening to burst out of your ribcage. 

You’re not sure what makes you do it, but you do it anyway.  

You tug on Sebastian’s sleeve, with such a force that he falls towards you, on you. Before either of you can register this new position, you leaning back on your forearms as he has his arms braced either side of your frame with a knee wedged between your thighs, you reach out and pull his tie towards you- crashing your lips together. 

It takes a second for him to realize what’s happening, before he begins to kiss you back in earnest. He readjusts himself, now properly leaning over your frame, right hand travelling up your neck to cradle your cheek. It begins innocent enough, years of yearning for one another being silently translated between the two of you, but then it gets filthy. 

Lust sets the two of you alight, and suddenly Sebastian is just everywhere. His right hand is travelling all over your body, his knee pressing up against your crotch, eliciting a soft groan out of you.  

The sound causes Sebastian to pull away for a moment, the caring boy you know briefly reappearing, before a deep hunger sets in his eyes. He leans forward, slipping a warm hand under your shirt. 

“Fuck...I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he mumbles against your lips. 

Your brain is struggling to keep up with all that’s going on, so you forget to reply with words and instinctively grind down on his knee pressed between your thighs instead, a desperate moan escaping you. 

As you prepare to roll your hips once again, Sebastian pulls away, and you let out what you would vehemently argue was not a whine at the loss. 

“Wait- Y/N, are you sure about this? I don’t want to force-” 

“Oh my god- you’re insufferable,” you groan, once again pulling his tie back towards you as you slip your tongue in his mouth, the welcome intrusion coaxing addictive groans out of him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles lightly when you pull away momentarily to catch your breath. 

You smile at him, and for a second the two of you just stare at each other with what could only be described as pure love. 

This lovesick haze is what distracts you, causing you to not notice the hand creeping towards the hem of your shirt, a soft tug pulling you out of your trance. 

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at you, silently asking for your permission to take off your shirt.  

He gently pulls it over your head after unbuttoning the first few buttons, and then he leans back and just stares at you. 

You feel vulnerable, not having shown your bare skin to anyone since you’d had the surgery. You anxiously bite your lip as you watch his right hand tentatively move towards your chest. 

His soft fingertips gently trace along the scar beneath your nipple, following it. 

“Beautiful,” he whispers. 

Your heart flutters, suddenly overwhelmed with relief. He seems to notice the way you finally breathe again, meeting your eyes with a familiar lopsided grin, leaning forward once again to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. You know what he’s trying to say, that he’s trying to tell you that he wouldn’t want you any other way. 

After a moment, the heat between the two of you returns, and you’re pressing into him with newfound vigor as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth. He’s now moving his mouth down your neck, softly nipping at the skin under your jaw- occasionally sucking to leave purple marks in his wake. 

You chuckle at this, suspecting that the “jealousy” from earlier may be driving his actions. 

Before you can throw a snarky remark his way, you feel his knee pressing back against your crotch, the pressure through your pants and underwear providing the perfect amount of friction for you to begin rolling your hips, chasing that euphoric feeling. Broken moans spill from you, urging Sebastian to continue his actions. 

He pulls his knee away yet again, but before you can complain, the feeling of his fingertips pressing under the waistband of your boxers shuts you up. 

“...This okay?” he asks, head tilted to the side. 

“Mhm,” you hum, stomach doing flips at the edge to his voice. 

At the confirmation, he swiftly unbuttons your pants, slipping them off whilst your eyes are stuck to his face. His hand rests on your lower abdomen, teasing you for what’s to come as he leans back in to kiss you slowly and deeply. 

Frustrated by his antics, you impulsively take your right hand and place it on his own. He pulls back and looks at you with an inquisitive gaze, before he realizes what you’re doing. 

You slowly guide his hand, slipping it under your boxers towards where you wanted him. Where you needed him. 

His mouth is dry, in awe at the way you’re looking up at him through your lashes, silently asking him to touch you. 

So he does. 

He feels the slickness between your thighs, softly tracing circles around where he knows you want him. Sliding his middle finger between your folds, he dips his finger inside you, finally granting you the relief you had practically been ready to beg for. 

He’s entranced by your face, obsessed with the way your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He suddenly dives back towards you, swallowing the whine you make as he begins to move inside you. He slips a second finger in, relishing the way he’s tearing you apart around his fingers. Your warm walls coax him in, and he’s happy to stay. 

He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, before hovering his face above yours, uttering praises. 

You can barely process anything other than the feeling of his slender fingers reaching inside you, the deftness of his movements destroying you as he begins to circle your clit. 

“I’m close,” you stutter out, only encouraging Sebastian to increase the speed of his movements. 

“You’re so pretty,” 

“My pretty boy,” 

“All for me,” 

He’s mumbling praises again, the possessiveness tinging his compliments making you react in ways you probably shouldn’t, arching your back to press yourself closer to him as you whimper. You feel his kiss-swollen lips against the shell of your ear. 

“Cum for me, love.” 

It hits you suddenly, a string of curses escaping you before he swallows them up yet again with a passionate kiss.

 

When you come down from your high, you’re panting- overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. Sebastian retracts his fingers from you, a slick sheen coating them. He maintains direct eye contact with you, bringing his fingers to his lips and he sucks them dry. 

A whine escapes your lips at the sight, and he merely grins at you before finally speaking. 

“Maybe next time.” 

You burst into laughter at this. It really isn’t all that funny- but you suspect the ridiculousness of the situation has finally caught up to you. Perhaps you simply just have no idea how to process what just happened. 

The two of you fall into a fit of giggles, Sebastian coming to lay next to you. You both turn onto your sides, facing each other. 

“So do you forgive me?” he inquires with a cheeky grin. 

“Oh shut up-” you groan lightheartedly, grabbing the pillow underneath your head to hit him. 

He bursts into another fit of giggles, and you join him. Once the giddiness dies down, the two of you are left staring into eachother’s eyes, once again filled with pure adoration. 

“I mean it though. I really am sorry.” 

“Seb...It’s okay. We obviously just needed to...” you glance down at your boxers, still slick with your arousal, “...talk.” 

“Yeah. Talk. For sure,” he deadpans, causing you to lightly shove his chest, once again causing the two of you to burst into a fit of laughter. 

“I like you, by the way. If that wasn’t clear,” you shyly admit once it dies down. 

“God I’d sure hope so-” he chuckles, immediately breaking the tension. 

After a comfortable silence, he reaches a hand towards your waist, pulling you in towards him. 

“Hi,” he whispers, uncharacteristically nervous. 

“Hey,” you whisper back, placing a soft kiss on his jaw before tucking your head into his chest. 

The two of you don’t need to say much more, you could discuss the specifics tomorrow. But for now? All either of you wanted was to fall asleep in each other's arms. 

- 

Ominis remained on that couch you left him on, praying to whatever higher power there was out there that those two pining idiots had finally sorted their shit out. 

Little did he know. 

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[themisinformer]

Dick Teacher Actually Makes Students Do Work

NEW HAVEN, CONNECTICUT - Students at Wilbur Cross High School were in for a shock this week after realizing that they’re new teacher, Meredith Jaynes, actually expected them to do work in class. The students, who were expecting a free period to use their phones and talk with friends, had to quickly change focus when their new Math teacher assigned them with not one, but two assignments on the first day back from winter break.

“I thought it was a joke at first,” said student Kaylee Johnson. “Like, who even brings a syllabus anymore? But no, Ms. Jaynes was dead serious. She called it… wait for it… ‘homework.’”

Jaynes, who previously taught at a private school “where students actually tried,” according to her LinkedIn page, reportedly expects her public school students to read an entire chapter of the Math textbook each week. “And that’s not even the worst part,” said fellow student Dylan Ramirez. “She also grades assignments on actual effort. Like dude, we’re just supposed to copy and paste from ChatGPT and call it a day.”

Jaynes has since been referred to as the “Dick Teacher” by students, a term that allegedly originated during the first week of classes when Jaynes instructed students to put their phones away, saying, “If you can text on your phone, then you can take notes.” The nickname has since become a rallying cry for students uniting against what they call “literal tyranny.”

“I signed up for this class because I thought it’d be easy,” said senior Jake Harmon. “Now she’s already talking about group projects and something she calls a ‘research paper.’ What even is this, college?”

Sources say that the final straw for students came when Ms. Jaynes surprised students with a pop quiz. “Who even does this in 2025?” Asked one student, with tears of frustration welling up in their eyes. “This bitch doesn’t want us to live our best lives. She’s literally a dream killer. Like, get off our dicks!”

In response, students have started a Change.org petition titled “Free Us from the Dick Teacher,” which has already garnered 3,000 signatures, including from several parents who admit that they don’t want to help their kids with any extra note.

Jaynes, however, seems completely unharmed by her student’s plot to undermine her authority. “These students need to learn to take responsibility for their own education,” Jaynes told The Misinformer. “I’m not here to be their friend, I’m here to prepare them for the real world.”

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I know you said that the one night stand was the starting point you kept landing in when it comes to KOBD, but is that the case in “Congratulations”? Or do they have another story there 👀

Hmmmmmmm. I think for that one it’d be different origin, since it was more of a friends to lovers situation in that fic;) (link here if you havent read it:3)

I think I probably come up with a different origin for any fics of them getting together in the fic. Any of them established, well, it probably defaults to the one-night stand.

BUT!!! I uhhh wrote a little origins of how it could happen for "Congratulations", It also this got stupid long so under the cut it goes.

I imagine them meeting somewhere casual, like a bar. Breakdown goes with his crew after work to have a drink and blow off some steam.

Its out of the way, hiding in the lower streets of Delta and opens its doors to all, even if mostly bigger, bulky mechs are the ones coming through. Occasionally you get the random speedster that finds their way in to try something new, occasionally there are med students that looking to get as drunk as they can at the lowest cost possible. Knock Out happens to be both in this case.

Knock Out goes with his fellow peers from university but has little interest in anything they say. Not as soon as his optics land on Breakdown and his inebriated processor can think of nothing else but him. Naturally, he approaches.

It doesn't go as Knock Out pictured. The big mech doesn't swoon over him, doesn't pick him up and carry him out of the bar, doesn't even get flustered when Knock Out purrs into his audials about the night they could have.

Instead, the mech, Breakdown, give him a friendly smile and invites him sit with his group, orders him a cube of energon to settle his overcharged systems, and politely tells him no. Knock Out, drunk and with little shame, pouts but takes what he can get which is all of Breakdown's attention and a nice warm arm draped over his shoulders.

They exchange numbers. Knock Out sends a few inappropriate messages that night until he passes out. And then a very embarrassing apology late the next morning once the helm-ache subsides and the events of the night hit him. Breakdown responds after work with easy forgiveness and they just...keep chatting. Just as friends.

Over the course of weeks, they chat about random shit and meet up for drinks. At some point, Knock Out says he is going to join one of the minor league races and tells Breakdown he has to come. The timing doesn't work out, unfortunately, but Breakdown races home after work to watch the recording.

Soon enough, a pattern arises. Knock Out enters more races and Breakdown does what he can to watch them. Occasionally, opportunities arise where he can...actually be there. In person. But he never goes. The very idea of sitting in the cramped stands, far, far away from the actual track makes him anxious. The idea of everything wrong that can happen and ruin things for Knock Out keep him conveniently too busy to be able to see the races in person.

It's okay though! Knock Out doesn't seem to mind. Then again, Breakdown doesn't really know about the tickets Knock Out reserves for him at the booth, or how mid-race he throws a glance up to find them devastatingly empty. But that's fine. That's okay. Knock Out gets it. He can brush away his own disappointment. Besides, the few times Breakdown invites him over to watch the recording of his race together more than makes up for it.

Even if it is just as friends. Even if that's all Breakdown will ever allow them to be.