#my elementary school students: hold my juice

[danketsuround]

A simple guide to how Kuwana uses honorifics - Lost Judgement (Revised)

This is a revised version of a post I wrote previously - I made a few errors so I decided to make a new post instead of just adding on to the original, especially since a few people said they wanted to use this as a reference for comic or fic writing in the future.

Please note that much of this is based on my own interpretation and should not be taken as pure fact. Japanese is a context-heavy and nuanced language - so I am simply building off what I already know about Japanese [culture] (I live here!) as well as my own idea on what type of character Kuwana is. Actually, I think Kuwana is strangely polite - all things considered - so the way he refers to other people is mostly unsurprising.

I also want to note that just because one honorific means one thing does not mean that interpretation is universal. The use and meaning of honorifics change depending to who you're speaking to as well. For example, many people may know that -kun is used for younger boys, and -chan for younger girls, but language is much more nuanced than that. While honorifics can be used to "honor" someone (imagine that!) they can also be used flippantly, sarcastically, aggressively, or even to put someone at a lower position than you.

You can see a previous analysis on how he refers to Mitsuru here. For that reason, he will not be included in this post.

Thanks for reading!

with Yagami

Perhaps the one people are most interested in. Most of the time, both Yagami and Kuwana drop honorifics with each other entirely. A cursory glance at Wikipedia may tell you that this is only used for people with close relationships or for inferiors (fittingly, like a teacher with their student) but in this case, it is neither of those things.

They drop honorifics with each other, simply, because they do not respect each other. Although there are other instances in which you can drop honorifics with another person (see: above, my original Mitsuru post, or read further) when Kuwana isn't referring to Yagami by name - which is very often - he is using 「お前」 (omae) or 「あんた」 which are very forward, rude ways to refer to someone. When someone uses 「お前」 with you, it usually implies they are angry with you.

However, there are a few occasions when Kuwana uses honorifics with Yagami. In the scene where Kuwana is hanging out at Y99, he uses -san.

This is a simple formality because they are not yet rivals or enemies. In retrospect, you can also interpret this as Kuwana using -san sarcastically or passive-aggressively, but honestly I think he's too polite to be doing that so early-on.

Other instances in which Kuwana uses -san with Yagami are when he is speaking about Yagami to another person:

There are two ways you can look at this: these are both formative scenes in which Kuwana is trying to coax empathy from Yagami. Using -san rather than "OMAE" would, of course, be the more respectful way to address someone - especially after you've made a temporary truce with them. The other way - this is how I originally interpreted it, which is why it wasn't in my original post - is that, because Kuwana is speaking about Yagami to another person, he is using the honorifics the person he is speaking with should/would use when addressing Yagami. Meaning, Kuwana is asserting that it would be appropriate for Akaike or Mamiya to use -san with Yagami - not himself.

Aside from that, Kuwana also uses -kun with Yagami once. Originally, I thought it would be strange for him to ever use -kun despite Yagami being younger than him. However, he does!

In Chapter 7, after Kuwana leaves Yagami to fight RK alone, he says: "I'm sorry, Yagami-kun."

-kun, in this case, is being used out of familiarity - not sharing the same politeness or formality as -san. I think Kuwana said it more to himself and not directly at Yagami - in a meta way, this assures the viewer that their relationship has changed. This was a rare sign of compassion (perhaps respect?) from Kuwana: I believe in part because Yagami showed that he believed in fighting for Kuwana - even if he was not given the context as to why RK was after him. Also, Yagami was fighting to defend Sawa - someone Kuwana deeply cares about.

with Kaito

To be honest, I'm not sure why Kuwana doesn't use honorifics with Kaito. I could have sworn he used -san with Kaito once, but I can't find it. Forgive me. And, don't call me hypocritical for saying this, but I don't think dropping the honorifics with Kaito is the same as dropping them with Yagami.

The only reason I can think of is that Kaito asked for Kuwana to not use honorifics with him (like, off camera). Some people don't use honorifics for themselves because they believe it to be old fashioned. I think in this case, it says more about Kaito than it does Kuwana. He wouldn't be doing 呼び捨て (yobisute - dropping honorifics for someone who you have a close relationship to) because they aren't very close.

Conjunctionally related, the reason why Yagami uses -san with Kaito is likely the same reason why Kaito calls him Ta-bo - they have been calling each other that for a long time, and it has become part of each other's nickname.

with Y99

Kuwana uses -kun with both Sugiura and Tsukumo. Sugiura even refers to Kuwana as their "senpai" since they do similar work in the same area - this is a joke, though. Grown men do not normally refer to each other as senpai - Sugiura and Tsukumo are both younger than Mitsuru, so it's hard to believe Kuwana would honestly see them as real adults.

with Sawa and Mamiya + a bit about former Kurokawa students

I talked a little bit about this in my other post, but he uses -kun with them. Using -kun with adult women is a formality. It's the same reason why Genda uses -kun with Saori - though, their relationship is a bit different. It's kinda... old fashioned I think? There's an implication that, "even though I'm using a formality with you, we aren't totally equals.". That's because Saori is a younger woman working at Genda's law agency.

Using -kun with girls/women is different than using -kun with boys/men - especially in a school setting. While using -kun can be seen as a bit boyish, from a teacher to a female student, it's similar to using -san; and the reason why -san isn't used for male and female students (by teachers) is partially because it's a little too formal between a child and adult. Yeah, I know. Japanese is hard.

Therefore, it's natural he might use -kun for his former female students, because, ultimately, it is up to a teacher to decide how, when, and who to use honorifics with. For the same reason, Akaike is referred to without honorifics (unlike Mitsuru, who is almost always referred to with -kun). Kawai's honorifics are also totally dropped, perhaps for the same reason, but I also think it's because he is dead and Kuwana has no intention of humanizing him. The reason for that being: Reiko does this as well!

with Kusumoto Reiko

Kuwana is a Kusumoto-san bot almost as much as Yagami is with Sawa-sensei. Since she is older and their relationship is a bit strained and distant, Kuwana uses her last name and -san. Reiko returns the formality in an interesting way, referring to him directly as "Kitakata-sensei" because that is how she knows him as. However, during the emotional climax, she refers to him as "Sensei", which is sort of an endearing formality that indicates respect and ...love? Not necessarily romantic, but a certain fondness or gratitude - as normally, students would refer to their teacher as "Sensei", not necessarily student's parents or their fellow coworkers. (I do have one older female teacher who calls everyone else just "Sensei" and it makes me blush, lol) I know that's less about how Kuwana refers to her but I think their relationship is not as stiff as it may seem based on what honorifics they use with each other.

That seems to be a correction of everything from the original post. If you have any questions or would like me to expand on some points (whether it's confusing to you or seems contradictory), feel free to reply and I can answer you or alter the wording for clarity.

*A note about "omae":

Part of what makes writing posts like these extremely difficult is because everyone is characterized by the way they speak, and the way they speak is the typical RGG rough-and-tumble "tuff guy" act. Therefore, I want to clarify that omae is not always extremely rude. Rather, it is the tone, level of familiarity, and even gender that characterizes it as rude. For example, there are instances in which Kaito uses omae with Yagami, but that's because their relationship is established enough that using omae does not immediately set off alarm bells for Yagami. That makes it different for when Kuwana uses it, because he is more-or-less setting the tone of their relationship as distant and competitive right off the bat. Hope that makes sense. Thanks to @passthroughtime for the previous corrections as well as the screenshots I use in this post, lol.

[dexteri0us]

you could be the one that could mess me up; you could be the one that'll break me down

pairing: dexter morgan x f!reader

warnings: fluff, college!au, summer camp!au, rivalry

summary: what’s tougher: coaching science-crazed kids or competing with Dexter for the camp championship?

w/c: like 3k

a/n: a little something for my fellow Dexter fans

The sun was beating down on the field, and you were already starting to regret not grabbing your water bottle. Your team of elementary schoolers was bouncing around you like they’d been given espresso shots instead of juice boxes, their energy sky-high for the last day of camp. And who could blame them? Today was the big showdown – the ultimate battle between Team A and Team B. Your team, obviously, was Team A which, you reminded them every chance you got, was the first letter of the alphabet for a reason.

You scanned the field, making sure everyone had their places, when you saw a stray kickball, sitting just past the starting line. You sighed. As much as you loved your kids, “picking up after themselves” was an elusive skill for most of them. You told them to hold tight for a second and jogged over to retrieve it.

Just as you were about to grab the ball, you saw Dexter walking up beside you, giving you that unreadable look, as usual. You smirked before he even had a chance to speak.

“Well, if it isn’t the illustrious Team B leader himself,” you said, bending down to pick up the ball. “Here to observe greatness in action?” you asked with a proud smile on your face.

Dexter didn’t miss a beat, casually handing you a bottle of water and raising an eyebrow. “Greatness? I think you’re setting them up for disappointment.”

“Oh, really?” you grinned, turning to face him as you spun the ball between your pointer fingers before resting it on your hip and taking the water. “Coming from the guy whose team spent ten minutes building an egg drop contraption that looked like a rejected spaceship model?”

Dexter’s face didn’t change, but you could see the spark of amusement in his eyes. He took the smallest step forward, as if to intimidate you. “That ‘rejected spaceship model’ actually worked, if you remember correctly,” he replied smoothly. “Unlike some teams’ eggs, which ended up looking like scrambled breakfast.”

He was right, of course. His egg drop design looked like it had come from an old sci-fi movie, a quirky contraption with beams, paddings, and an absurd amount of plastic wrap. You had no idea where he got all that, either way, it worked.

It wasn’t even surprising; Dexter had always taken unexpected routes to solve problems. His mind just worked differently. You knew he had a wild imagination; you could tell when he’d shown you some of his high school lab projects, each one stranger and more intricate than the last, and always with that unmistakable Dexter touch that landed him at the top of the class every time. Even now in college, he was still securing the highest grades, beating out students who had twice the resources and flashy internships.

Honestly, Dexter was probably the smartest person you knew, and being able to go toe-to-toe with him here at camp wasn’t just a thrill – it was an honor.

It was part of what made this science camp so special. It wasn’t just some neighborhood summer program; it was hosted by your college’s STEM department, high-level experience for kids that were intrigued by the world of science. Or even those who were just curious about the basic laws of nature ruling our world. The camp was selective about who it chose to lead, and the program heads always made sure to match top students with the best opportunities.

You knew Dexter had signed up for the challenge partly because he’d mentioned wanting to “quit an old habit” and keep himself busy during summer. He hadn’t told you much beyond that – just something vague about needing to break a pattern, occupy his time in a way that felt constructive. This camp, with its structure, routine and purpose was a way for him to do that.

And then, there was the way he was around kids. Despite his reserved nature, he seemed at ease with them, almost unguarded. Dexter seemed different, and only a few people got to experience this side of him. He once joked to you that kids’ brains were underdeveloped enough that he didn’t have to fake emotions or second-guess his reactions around them.

But right now, there was a different Dexter in front of you – not a soft Dexter, not a reserved Dexter. There was a smirking, overly confident camp leader Dexter who thought he could take you down. You hated that he felt comfortable enough to be this cocky towards you. So no, you weren’t about to let your admiration show. You'd have enough time to let yourself sneak a few appreciative glances at him when he wasn’t looking, but right here, with the competition about to continue? You weren’t going to let him talk you down.

You stepped closer too, having to crane your neck a little to keep eye contact. “Don’t worry. My team and I have an actual strategy. Not just a bunch of science facts thrown together like a five-paragraph essay.”

He snorted, his eyebrows rising. “It’s a science camp. Facts are kind of the point. Your strategy is taking the name Team A and thinking that it will actually secure you the first place.”

You scoffed and turned around, walking towards your team and Dexter was quick to follow you.

 “First letter, first place. It’s called manifestation. It’s like destiny. We’re literally setting ourselves up for success from the start.”

He shook his head with a little laugh. “You realize it’s just a letter, right? It doesn’t have, like, mystical powers or anything.”

You couldn’t help but cackle, his words making you stop again and some of the smaller heads turn in your direction, silently watching the respected leaders of the science camp bicker. He was unbelievable.

“Please, you’re just pissed that I called it first.”

Despite Dexter being stoic and unpopular among his peers, he was good with kids, and you were aware of that. He was a lab geek to everyone, even his fellow students who majored in science too -- everyone was supposed to be a lab geek! - But most didn’t know that he was actually very creative. You knew that and this was just bitterness talking.

“It’s the first thing people see, the first letter people think of. It exudes victory. Doesn’t Team B just sound… second-rate by comparison?”

He gave you a deadpan look, which only made you want to argue for your team more.

“Team B,” he said, with an exaggeratedly thoughtful expression, “actually stands for best. Maybe even better. I wouldn’t be so quick to assume we’re coming in second.”

You shook your head and bit your cheek, contemplating your next words. You brought the ball that was on your hip to his chest, slightly pushing him with it, but he didn’t budge. He just took it as he waited for your next remark.

“My Team A kids are about to wipe the floor with your Team Better.”

He chuckled and threw the ball into the air before catching it. “We’ll see about that,” he said, eyes glinting with that calm confidence that always got under your skin.

You turned to your group again, arms stretched for emphasis. “See? He’s already trying to play mind games because he knows Team A is unstoppable!”

The kids cheered, and you looked back at Dexter, who was fighting a grin.

“Careful,” he said, “I’d hate to see you go down after all that talk.”

You leaned closer, and you saw his eyelids flutter, finally a sign of weakness.

“And I’d hate to see you hand over those first-place prizes with that smug look wiped off your face.”

You found yourselves in a silent, smirking standoff. His lips curved ever so slightly, daring you to say something more. The corners of your mouth tugged upward in response. You weren't backing down, and neither was he, testing each other, seeing who would blink first. You let your eyes drop just briefly, enough to catch the flutter of his lashes, but a voice from behind cut through the haze, breaking the moment like a splash of cold water.

“You’re going down, Mr. Dexter!”

You both turned toward your team, seeing one of the more spirited girls in your group, Sarah, giving Dexter a withering stare.

You crossed your arms, looking at Dexter. “See? You’ve gotta inspire these kids, Dexter. Get them excited! Pumped!” you slapped his triceps as if to emphasize your point, and he side-eyed you. “No wonder Team B’s lagging behind,” you switched your expression to an exaggerated pity, sighing and shaking your head.

“Alright,” he murmured, your trash talking finally getting to him. “I gotta go. I have to tell my team about Team A’s lack of structural integrity and how we’re going to crush them in the obstacle course.”

You gave him a taunting smile, before he walked away.

“And thanks for the water!” you lifted the bottle in the air and he turned, nodding at you with a genuine smile. Before he headed to his kids, he made a stop where your team was hanging. Despite him being the leader of the opposing team, instead of being intimidated or intimidating, the kids smiled at him, some of them running up to him and showing him a bug they just found in the grass.

You watched him stop right in front of Sarah, crouching down to her eye level with an inquisitive look. “Did I just hear you say I’m going down?”

She shifted her feet, but held her ground, her cheeks red. Kind of like you when you first met him. “Well…yeah!” she crossed her arms, mustering her bravest face. Honestly, you couldn’t be prouder. “We’re Team A, so we’re winning this competition – duh! Plus, we have Ms. YN, and you don’t!”

“Point taken, Sarah,” he said with a chuckle. “I think you’re ready to start a motivational business someday.” The kids giggled, including Sarah who had a proud smile on her face. Dexter raised his eyebrows expectantly, offering his hand to Sarah. “May the best team win, then.”

She shook his hand and with one last look to you, he left. You made your way to your team and gave Sarah and some other kids high-five.

“Did you see his face, Ms. YN? He knows we’re gonna win!”

You laughed, nodding. “Oh, he definitely knows. Let’s make sure he remembers it.”

You sat in your chair and watched your kids, dressed in their teams’ tie-dyed orange t-shirts as some of them were clutching their juice boxes trying the slurp up the last drop, some were still playing with their DIY space shuttles from the NASA day, and some were playing tag or patty cake with each other.

It had been a great few weeks and you couldn't believe the camp was almost over. It was always hard for you to say goodbye. Some of the kids came back every year and you were happy to see their faces. Of course, there is a few bad eggs, but the overall experience was always amazing. And even though it might have not seemed that way, you enjoyed sharing that experience with Dexter, who was one of the smartest people you knew.

You turned around, looking in the direction of his team, watching him sitting on the ground, stealing Franklin’s hat, exposing the boy’s ruffled hair as Dexter put it on his own head, the hat obviously too small for him. Franklin tried to get it back, reaching for it, but Dexter quickly snatched it away and held it out of his reach, making the boy crawl over him as he laughed hysterically.

Your heart fluttered at the sight, but you shook it off, turning back to your team and making a regular head count.

The rest of the afternoon flew by as the competition heated up. Your team was cheering like maniacs after each round, pumping each other up with a team spirit that only a summer camp could create.

Next up was a chemistry challenge, where each team had to mix different chemicals to create a specific color in their beakers. Your team surged ahead, mixing the combination quickly, while Dexter’s team carefully measured out each drop.

“Come on, Team A! Don’t let Team B show us up!” you encouraged, but your team’s rush and Dexter’s team’s focus worked in his favor, adding a few point to his part of the scoreboard.

As the afternoon wore on, the two groups moved from one challenge to the next, each victory and loss met with cheers and groans. Finally, the last event arrived: the biology obstacle course. The campers were buzzing with excitement, and you could barely contain your grin as you glanced across the field at Dexter. The score was pretty much tied, and it all came down to this.

“Alright, A’s,” you said, crouching down to your group’s level. “This is it. Remember to have fun, and let’s give it everything we’ve got.”

The obstacle course was a test of agility and knowledge. Each camper had to climb through a “jungle” of hanging ropes, identify plastic animal replicas hidden among the trees, and finish by sprinting to the finish line with a “baby bird” (a rubber ball) in a spoon.

Your team went first, charging through the course with surprising speed. Dexter was impressed but kept his expression neutral. His campers were determined to outdo them, each one putting in their best effort as they charged through the course, cheered on by Dexter’s calm, steady encouragement.

When the final camper crossed the finish line, you and Dexter called your teams together to tally up the points. The competition had been so close that neither group was sure who had won.

“Alright,” Dexter said, reading off the scorecard. “And the winner is…” he paused, dramatically prolonging the suspense, while you shot him an exaggerated look of impatience.

“Team A!” he announced, unable to keep from smiling as your team erupted in cheers. He felt bad for his team, but a flicker of pride rose in his chest as he watched you celebrate with your kids, hugging a few of the campers. You shot Dexter a smug, triumphant look, mouthing “I told you so.”

The losing team received consolation prizes – a handful of science-themed chocolate bars and some novelty key chains shaped like tiny beakers and DNA strands. The kids took it all in stride, laughing and goofing off as they filed back to their cabins, waving at you and Dexter as they disappeared down the paths.

You and Dexter began gathering up the supplies left over from the relay race. Every so often, you’d bump shoulders or catch each other’s eyes and share a smile.

As the last of the campers drifted out of view, you took a long breath, letting it out slowly as the day’s exhaustion sank into your muscles. You stretched your arms overhead, feeling that familiar soreness, and smiled as you glanced over at him.

“Guess that makes me the science camp champion, huh?”

Dexter chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “For this year, maybe. Next year, though, don’t get too comfortable.”

You laughed, feeling a spark of joy as you realized, yes, you would look forward to next year – another summer with him, another chance to see this side of him. You were alone by now, perched on the steps of the main cabin where the camp leaders, cooks, and cleaners stayed during camp sessions. You leaned back, savoring the quiet, the fading light of the day casting a soft glow over the campgrounds.

Dexter sat down beside you, resting his elbows on his knees as he gazed out at the now-quiet field, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. After a moment, you scooted closer, letting your chin dig into his shoulder. Gently, you threaded your arm through his, reaching for his hand and giving it a small squeeze. He looked down, his expression softening as he turned to you, and suddenly you were so close your noses were almost touching, the fading sunlight casting shadows over his features and catching on the ginger stubble along his jawline.

“Same time, same place?” you murmured, your voice low and quiet.

Dexter didn’t answer – not with words, anyway. Instead, he lifted a hand to brush away the baby hair from your forehead before closing the space between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

You always made his heart beat so fast, he didn’t know how it hadn't burst already. You were one of two things that made him feel this way and it was a perfect balance of light and darkness.

His stubble scratched lightly against your skin, a slight irritation that you secretly loved. It made you smile against his lips, feeling a familiar thrill rush through you.

You remember teasing him about it early on in your relationship, only for him to take it too literally and show up the next day, clean-shaven. You’d laughed, explaining that it was just a joke, and that you loved his rough edges. It made you love him more, it was just so Dexter.

Since then, he’d kept his natural look, but sometimes, you’d see that flicker of hesitation, trying to understand the meaning behind your words and actions. It reminded you how hard he tried to learn the language of affection, your love language, and you tried to learn and understand his. It put you into perfect synchrony.

He leaned into the kiss with more force before pulling away and letting his forehead rest against yours, noses brushing as he lingered there, his hand still holding yours as you drew circles on his skin with your thumb.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, his usual calm and stoic replaced by a rare warmth as he looked at you.

You smiled and kissed his shoulder before resting your head against it, letting your eyes close for just a moment.

“It’s so quiet.” you sighed, enjoying the peaceful moment. That’s something you'd missed. Even though you loved the camp, you weren't really a fan of chaos, and this? Having the moment to breathe in the warm scent of pine trees, to hear the birds singing and crickets chirping and to be in Dexter’s embrace is like a reward.

“Funny you’d say that, considering how much noise you make.” He glanced down at you, raising his eyebrows. “Half the chaos around here has been you cheering your team to victory.”

You scoffed, too tired to put up a fight this time. “I’m just an enthusiastic leader.”

“Oh, I know,” he said, a hint of smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re definitely enthusiastic. I’m pretty sure you broke the sound barrier.”

You poked him in the ribs, and he genuinely laughed. A sound that you appreciated greatly, because you were one of the few people that got to hear it. As his laughter faded, he leaned in and pressed his lips softly to the crown of your head.

You watched the sun dip lower, your heart full as you let yourself drift into the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing.

a/n2: thanks for making it this far! soo, what do we think? i'll appreciate any kind of feedback! also, i'd love to explore this relationship more, so maybe we'll see these two again!

[yeagerfate]

YELLOW MORNINGS

Summary: Your parents make you ride on the bus on the first day at your new highschool. You soon realize that this bus is full of both kids you’re scared of and want to be friends with. Who’s on it, and what are they like? + Headcanons on what they’re like in school.

Warnings: None. This is fluff and slight crack! Also, reader is a minor in this and Miguel’s is platonic since he’s a grown ass adult and reader’s 15. (Every other character in this is assumed to be either 15 or 16.) Additionally, the sketchbook thing mentioned in Miles’ is a true story. That actually happened at my school LMFAO

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales (Earth-1610), Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar, and Gabriela O’Hara gets her own little feature in Miguel’s.

Notes: I’m a bit nervous for how this’ll go, but I’m excited for its reception, since I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone write this before. Anyways, thank you guys so much for all the love on my posts. From the bottom of my heart it means so so much to me. I have always loved writing, but it’s a hobby I’m really shy about. Your support really helps me come out of my shell more, which is greatly appreciated. You all are awesome and I love being in this fandom so much. It is so so much fun!

MIGUEL O’HARA

is the angry bus driver that beeps at you four times despite you walking towards the bus in his direct line of sight. He says “good morning” to you in a gruff, tired voice and tells you to just sit down and not cause trouble. As you walk in the aisle of the bus, you can see his daughter in the front seat right behind his, wearing the school uniform for the private elementary school down the street from your high school. She’s sipping on apple juice while holding a bag of chocolate chip mini muffins, staring out the window blankly. When he drops you off at the high school, he tells you to stay out of trouble. The questioning look you give him makes him sigh exasperatedly before telling you to have a good day. Maybe he isn’t so bad?

MILES MORALES

Is staring at the black sketchbook in his hands thoughtfully before he makes eye contact with you. He smiles politely and waves at you, but doesn’t say anything else. When you sit with him, he places the sketchbook on his lap and asks your name. He seems grateful for your presence and tells you it’s been ages since someone new has been assigned to this particular bus. Suddenly, he asks you for your schedule, and is elated when he sees you have biology class together. Though, he lets out a pitiful sigh when he sees who you have for Algebra II. “Good luck with her,” Miles says. “She took away my sketchbook last year because she thought it was a phone.” Miles is always asking you to go to his basketball games on the weekends. He’ll even give you his jersey to wear to cheer him on. Also, if you ever need help on homework, he’s your guy. Especially if it’s math related.

HOBIE BROWN

Has his expensive looking Sony headphones on, and his foot is bouncing to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He nods at you, and waves you over once he sees that all the other seats are taken. You are taken aback by his eccentric fashion style. He asks if you’re new. When you say yes, he tells you which teachers to specifically avoid. The next day, he brings in his earbuds so you both can listen to his music. Hobie is always snacking on the bus, and makes sure to bring you some food too, even if you already have some. Gets yelled at by Miguel for not sitting in his seat (He’s just tall. He does sit.) Even though he’s pretty much always a respectful student, he repeatedly arrives on the bus with detention slips for shadow boxing. Also got suspended for a week for piercing people’s noses in the bathrooms during third period. Oh well!

GWEN STACY

Is quietly scrolling on her phone before she makes eye contact with you. She’s the only other girl in the back of the bus, so you decide to sit with her. Gwen seems shy, so you are the one to make conversation. You quickly find out that she’s a catcher on the softball team and is in a band with Hobie, the kid in the seat next to yours. Gwen informs you of all of the school’s drama from the year before, including the time she got an ISS for giving girls ibuprofen for their period cramps. Regardless of this, she tells you, “I still have it in my bag. If you need it, just ask.” She also sends you the quizlets she makes for the Spanish class you have together. Frequently, Gwen gives you gum, but it is a silent exchange as to prevent the other students from asking for it as well. She is a very generous person.

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Is fiddling with his bright school bag before he insists that you sit with him. He is a talker, and tells you all about himself. He urges you to join theatre for the winter musical, which is apparently “The best school event of the year!”. Pavitr is very involved with the school, and is the president of the theatre club, the secretary of the choir club, and is starting a culture club this year. He tells you to sit with him at lunch kindly. Though, his pleasant rant is interrupted when he tells you to avoid the lunch lady whose name is Linda. His reasoning is that, “She argued with me over chai tea.” which you laugh boisterously at. Although Pavitr has a somewhat ingenuous spirit, he forges your mother’s signature on a detention slip you got for going to the bathroom despite your English teacher’s hard “No.” He’s always going out of his way to help you!

WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE FRIENDS WITH THEM?

Miles is known as one of the best players on the basketball team. Even though he doesn’t bounce it in the hallways, teachers are always telling him to put the basketball in his hands away, which irritates him to no end. Although teachers adore him, they always have to tell him to turn his phone off because it’s always buzzing from Snapchat notifications. He trades food with people at lunch and is on the Robotics team. Miles is one of the only two in the friend group who hasn’t gotten a detention. Is the only boy in your P.E. class who doesn’t treat it like the olympics and makes sure everyone has a good time. Cried once on FaceTime with you because out of stress he drew a dick on his AP Calc packet and forgot to erase it before turning it in. Unironically, Miles will play mermaids with you in the pool.

Hobie has both girls and boys fawning over him all the time, and people are constantly asking for his number. Never pays attention in class but passes. Hobie’s a “C’s get degrees” type of person, regardless of how well he does in school. For school spirit week, instead of bringing a backpack, he brings a Walmart shopping cart. Makes people laugh in class, but does it respectfully to not piss off the teacher. Teachers get sick of how often you pair up with each other for group projects but he tells them you’re a package deal and that you can’t be separated. Once you get your driver’s license, you make him check your parking jobs. He proceeds to ask you who gave you your license. Grew from 5’9 to 6’5 in the span of a school year and was always asking when second lunch was.

Gwen wasn’t on the bus last year, so she was introduced to the friend group because of her role on the theatre’s stage crew. It’s how she met Pavitr, who played the leading role in the Spring musical. To her dismay, her hydro-flask always falls off her desk, which makes such a loud clang she almost cries. Gwen’s locker is messy, with little magnets all over it. Has the best handwriting you’ve ever seen. Says random Disney bully quotes like, “I’ll kick you into next week if ya don’t give me your lunch!” when she sees you in the hallway. When she gets partnered up with you for a lab, she makes sure you finish before everyone else so you can just chill. Gwen always gets you a snack at the vending machine before any class you have together. She paints your nails in the back of the class.

Pavitr is a straight A student. People think he’s stuck in 2016 because he still wears those bands that you slap on your wrist. Gives people haircuts during break time, and wants to become a hairdresser when he’s older. During a fire drill he got yelled at because he stopped, dropped, and rolled for no reason. Tears fall from his eyes frequently because he holds in coughs in class. Jokingly put in a quote from the Lorax for his senior quote when he was on the yearbook team but forgot to take it out. His senior quote is, “Let it grow.” Pav fake falls in class but nobody suspects a thing because they think he’s innocent. He screamed with you when he saw a spider. Gets out of getting in trouble for being late because he got everyone Starbucks. (He got you a cake pop)

[sxftusll]

The Beast - The Story of Theodore Seville

Chapter Summary: Theodore Seville is just trying to get through high school. The thing is, he weighs 5,000 pounds. He is a fat fat chipmunk. During lunch however, he makes a big mistake. (PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS FAN FICTION SERIOUSLY. I MADE THIS AS A JOKE WITH MY FRIENDS. I AM NOT FATPHOBIC I JUST REALLY FUCKING HATE THEODORE SEVILLE. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.)

Chapter 1

Theodore sat on the school bus in between his brothers. Every minute or so, the bus would go over a bump in the road and he would nearly fall onto one of his brothers. Doing so would definitely crush them due to Theodore’s size.

Throughout elementary and middle school Theodore Seville wasn’t bullied for being a singing chipmunk, but rather for his weight. Cruel children would joke that he was the bomb that was dropped on Vietnam, or when he farted it started Chernobyl, they would even go as far as to say that Theodore’s gravitational pull was so strong that if you stood near him for too long you would start to be pulled closer and closer to him. This changed Theodore. He used to be so sweet and full of life, but one day the bullying became too much… and Theodore? Well, he became the bully.

Now in high school, when he walks down the hall, people keep their heads down and become quiet. Nobody wants to mess with this green chipmunk. His brothers avoid him in school as well. “Your brother is so fat,” is what they would all say. “I don’t understand how you live with that big guy.” But they didn’t understand.

Alvin and Simon loved their brother and Dave and they loved each other too. Their family was a force to be reckoned with, Ian Hawk can tell you that much.

The bus came to a slow stop and Theodore had to press his paws against the bus seat in front of him to stop himself from falling over. His paw prints crushed the seat and a hole was left where his paws used to be. “Theodore,” Simon shouted. “You know Dave can’t afford another bus seat!” Theodore stared blankly at Simon. This wasn’t the first time he had destroyed a part of the bus before.

In middle school, when he really let himself go, he weighed so much that it literally slowed the bus down. People would call him “the anchor” because of this. Everyone who rode that bus to school knew that they would be 20 minutes late to their first class because of Theodore. It was a blessing when Theodore was sick because they would actually make it to class on time. Sometimes, they would have spare time to finish their homework before class started.

Theodore stood up and walked down to the doors to exit the bus. Each step made the bus shake violently. Four police officers from the school would have to hold the bus in place to stop it from drifting away if the brakes happened to break because of the vibrations. He got off the bus and kept his head down.

He truly was a broken man chipmunk. He listened to Juice Wrld and watched broken Bart Simpson edits in his free time in middle school. But now he is so far gone that he doesn’t even do that anymore.

Entering the school made Theodore’s heart drop, but he wouldn’t let anyone know about that. He was the top dog at the school and everyone- *everyone-* needed to know that for a fact. The football team didn’t mess with him. Not even the teachers could bare to look in his eye for more than five seconds.

He stomped through the halls- *Boom*. Stomp. *Boom.* Stomp*. Boom.* If you are in his path at the same time he’s walking through the halls, you had better hold onto whatever structure is closest to you and pray you don’t get any major injuries. Theodore walked through the halls and was on his way to the student garden. His girlfriend, Eleanor, waited there with her sisters for him every morning. Alvin and Simon kept a safe distance behind him, however. To avoid any unnecessary association with their brother.

It was sad, really. His own brother’s didn’t want to be seen with him. Even their girlfriends didn’t want to be seen with him either. Brittany and Jeanette would say to their sister, “You should really break up with that green one.” They thought that dating that freak was ruining Eleanor’s reputation at school and in their girl group band, The Chippets. And honestly, he was.

But Eleanor didn’t care. She loved Theodore. He was the most loyal, kind, and caring chipmunk she had ever met. When he would talk about how insecure he was about his weight, Eleanor could relate to him. She wasn’t as ginormous as that fatty Theodore, but she weighed more than her sisters and that made her sad. Eleanor or Theodore could relate to each other. They had a shoulder to lean on (more like a boulder to lean on).

Eleanor’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Theodore!” She ran up to him and gave him a hug. Theodore carefully wrapped his arms around her, careful to not break her spine because of how powerful he was. When he was around her he truly felt like himself again. Deep down he truly was a kind creature, but his trauma was so bad that he repressed those feelings.

Brittany and Jeanette didn’t even bother to look at Theodore and went to Simon and Alvin. This filled Theodore with rage. Those bitches. How could they not even have the decency to LOOK at him?

Theodore thought about this all day long. *I wish they would just die!* He thought. Maybe if one of them died, the other would finally gain the empathy to be nice for once. He couldn’t even focus in class because he was so angry. He used to be so nice to them. But they hated him for some reason. Jeanette was nice to his face, but he knew that she would call him a fat atomic bomb with fur behind his back to Brittany. Brittany didn’t even try to be kind to him however.

Lunch time rolled around and Theodore took out his gigantic, comically large lunch box. Eleanor “ate” lunch with him, but she didn’t actually eat. They both ate without their siblings. But they knew that Alvin, Brittany, Simon, and Jeanette ate lunch together in the cafeteria, away from them. It was obvious that they didn’t care if it hurt Theodore or Eleanor’s feelings. But if they didn’t care about Theodore and Eleanor, then they didn’t care either.

Theodore took a big bite out of his 90,000 calorie Big Mac that he had been storing in his lunch box since yesterday. Eleanor sat politely beside him, admiring him. “You know, Theodore,” Eleanor said, “our one year anniversary is coming up next month!” Theodore kept eating, but he was still listening. “I know,” he said with his cheeks stuffed. “Well, I was just wondering,” she continued, “ do you have any plans for our special day?”

Theodore swallowed his food. He didn’t have a date planned out at all! He had been too busy making mukbangs to remember their anniversary. “Um,” Theodore hesitated. Is he allowed to lie to his girlfriend? She looked at him so innocently and with hope. He couldn’t tell the truth, but it hurt to lie to her. “Yes. But it’s a surprise so I can’t tell you anything.” She giggled. “Oh, Theo, you heart throb!”

“Heart throb”. Yeah, that was nothing close to what this heartless monster was. More like heart disease. Get it. Because he has type two billion diabetes. He reluctantly took another bite of his burger and swallowed. His eyes widened. “Oh no,” he said. He could feel it rising from his stomach to his throat. He was about to burp. “Theo?” she asked worriedly. He put his hands over his mouth. “Oh…no…”

But nothing happened. He no longer had to burp. “Theodore! Are you alright?” Eleanor cried. “Y-yeah. I’m good. I thought for a second that I was about to burp,” said Theodore. He laughed and then out of nowhere- he released the loudest, earth shattering, ground vibrating burp that had ever come from his throat.

People were screaming. He looked around in shock. The windows were broken in the cafeteria. Every table that was once in front of him was now thrown against the wall and the people who once sat at those tables were passed out. Either from shock or from injury. “Oh… oh my God.” A group of girls started to cry beside their friends mangled body. She was still breathing, but she was definitely in pain. Eleanor looked around in utter disbelief. She couldn’t believe that Theodore had done this to so many people.

“Theodore… how could you hurt all of these people?!” Eleanor yelled. She started to cry, she didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself. “I couldn’t help it!” Theodore screamed back. Eleanor looked at him with hatred. “You… I… I can’t be here right now!” Eleanor ran away and before Theodore knew it she was gone.

He looked around at the damage he had done. It reminded him of ‘nam… I mean- if he had been at Vietnam- but like- he totally wasn’t and that joke about being the bomb that dropped on Vietnam was jussssstttt a joke… hahahahaha…haha… ha.

He almost started to cry. But anger took over his emotions instead. People would talk about this for years to come. He could never escape being picked on. This was torture. The ground was shaking again and suddenly he had burst into a sprint. He ran. Away from this school. Away from the haters. Away from his brothers. Away from everything.

In the distance he could hear the loudspeakers. “Attention teachers and students. School is cancelled for today. There has been an unforeseen natural disaster that has taken place at our school. Only two buses are available and working. All other buses have been destroyed by.. the weather. All students and staff members are dismissed. We will get back to everyone soon about the future school schedule. Everyone stay safe.”

He started running again. He didn’t know exactly where he was running, but he hoped that it was home.

[presleyhearted]

Yours Truly - Chapter 6: The List

・❥・Pairing: Elvis Presley x original female character

・❥・Genre: slow burn, mystery, angst, fluff.

・❥・Word Count: 2.3k

・❥・Summary: In which a 21-year-old girl suddenly finds herself having consecutive dreams of a particular rock ‘n’ roll star whom she has never met and who died 45 years ago.

・❥・ Ratings & Warnings: SFW. curse words, description of minor injury, gunshot.

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NOVA

I smiled brightly and said my 'goodbye' before ending the video call. It was Friday afternoon, and I have just finished the zoom call with one of my students. As a way to make money, I have taken up the role of being an English tutor to foreign students abroad. It was all done online, of course, and the students that I teach are of elementary school age. I am thankful that this option exists, as it makes things flexible for me especially when finals come around the corner. 

I glanced at the clock and see that it has just gone three o'clock. I have extra reading that I could potentially be doing, ahead of next weeks lectures. But I think that it's time for me to relax, and enjoy my time since it's a Friday anyways. 

My phone rings and I answer it, "Hello?"

"I am starving. Please tell me that you are done with your tutoring?" I hear the desperation in Luke's voice. 

I chuckle, "Just finished now. Where do you want to meet?" 

 --

"No more. I am not eating more." I declare, holding onto my stomach. 

"I second that." Luke says, leaning back on his seat staring up at the ceiling.

"Me too." 

The three of us sat in one of the red booths at the place. Both of us decided to meet up at the KFC just roughly ten minutes away from the apartment. It was predictably crowded, as it always is in a fast food chain on Fridays. But luckily, we managed to get a space as I don't think we were in the mood for finding a different place to eat - I could literally hear my stomach rumbling on the drive to the place. Initially, it was just myself and Luke that were going to meet up - but in a surprising turn of events, another person came into the mix. 

Charlotte. 

Unlike Luke and I, Charlotte and I have known each other for what seems like forever. Our mothers have been the best of friends since they were in college, and luckily, we continued that closeness in our friendship. As cliche as it may sound, we are inseparable - like the bond of two sisters. The only time that we haven't seen each other in so long, was when Charlotte went for university abroad. She decided to study in South Korea for university. So, the only ever times that we get to see each other was when she has a semester break. During that time, Charlotte has gotten to know Luke, and unsurprisingly we all formed this natural flow of friendship. 

"I could not believe that we managed to finish all of that." Charlotte chuckles, leaning over to glance at the empty bucket of fried chicken. 

"We are monsters." Luke comments, shaking his head laughing. 

"Well, I only ate an apple for lunch. So that's my excuse, " I shrug. 

I lean over and sip my drink of orange juice, "Not that I don't love you, but why are you here Lottie?" I question, furrowing my eyebrows at her. 

"Wow, Nova." 

I roll my eyes at Luke, "Oh, shut it. I meant to say, isn't it the middle of the semester?" I directed my attention back to Charlotte. 

Charlotte nods and smiles at both of us, "No, yeah, you are right. But they have given us a week off to focus on our projects. So. . . I decided to spend a day or two out of the country." She smiles sheepishly with a shrug. 

Luke turns to Charlotte and dramatically wraps his arms around her, "I am so happy that you are here, Lottie. Nova has been such a b.itch to me!" He breaks out from the hug and fake cries. 

I scoff, "Oh my God, You are such a liar!" I throw a napkin at him, laughing at his dramatics. 

Charlotte flickers her eyes between me and Luke, "I missed you both. But truthfully, I just wanted to make sure that you aren't getting yourself into a shit ton of trouble. " She grinned. 

Luke then leaps into an update about his situation with Matt. About how he has finally managed the courage to tell Matt about his feelings, and ran away very quickly from him. To summarise, Luke has been ignoring Matt for the past two weeks now. His phone has been flooded with endless voicemails and messages on his socials. I mean, I did try to advise him to just see Matt again and end it right there and then. Have that closure, so he does not have to worry about all these methods of Matt trying to reach out. But in the end, Luke decided to leave him a super long voice message. 

"So, yeah, I fucked up." Luke summarises, taking a drink of water. 

Charlotte shakes her head, "I don't think so, Luke. I think you fell for him." She smiles, understandingly. 

That's the thing about Charlotte. She is soft-spoken, but at the same time is not. Ask any advice from her; she will not sugarcoat. But at the same time, she will hurt with you if you are crying. She is both a risk-taker, and holds onto the safety-net of life. I guess that's why she's such a good blend to our small friend group, it's because she is a good mix of both myself and Luke's personalities. She's the balance. 

"Which is exactly why I fucked up. It's not like I planned to." Luke groans, hitting his head on the table. 

"Luke, don't hit your head." I cringe at the sound.

He stops and sits back up, releasing a deep sigh. 

"I don't think anyone ever plans to fall for someone. They just do. It happens." Charlotte began, "And just because he does not feel the same - does not mean it was a crime to fall for him. You said what you had to say, and now you can part ways." She shrugs. 

Luke tilts his head at her words, "You are a wise, wise friend. Both of you are, actually. Why are you both friends with an idiot like me, again?" He shoots us a quizzical look. 

"Who says we are friends?" I joked, laughing and Charlotte joins in. 

Luke mock-gasps dramatically with his hand to his chest, "Are you hearing this, Lottie? After premium friendship services I've provided her. I am deeply, deeply offended." 

Our laughter dies down, eventually. 

"What about you, Nova? Anything new with you?" Charlotte's eyes glint in curiosity, grinning at me. 

Yes. I think so. But should I say it? Or will they both think that I am insane? 

I shake my head, "Not really." 

No, I will not tell them about him. At least not yet. Not until I figure the situation out myself. I'll keep this secret in the meantime. 

Charlotte frowns a little, "Come on, you have to live a little Nova. "

"This is what I've been saying!" Luke says, gesturing towards me. 

"Before you guys attack me, "I speak up, "I will say this. I promised myself on my 21st that from now, I will try to be a little more out there. Key word: try." I emphasised, waiting for their reaction. 

Charlotte claps excitedly, "YES! This is what I've been waiting for you to finally do." 

Luke gasps, as his eyes lit up, "I have the perfect idea. I really am the genius among us three." 

I roll my eyes at him and smile, "Okay. What is it?"

"A list. You need a to make a list of everything that you haven't done before. Like a bucket list kinda thing." 

I pause at his suggestion. They must've sensed my apprehensiveness.

"I don't know, guys. That seems like such a big jump."

"There is no pressure to rush in getting it all done, " Charlotte speaks up, "The point of it is for you to have fun and to try new things. Hell, doesn't matter if it takes you years to get through them." She chuckles. 

Luke gets up from the booth and returns with a napkin and a pen. 

"The point is to simply live." Charlotte says. 

I thought for a second. I guess by making a list, it gives me a sense of preparation. That safety zone of being prepared, and anticipating how things will go. 

With a deep breath and a roll of my eyes, "Fine. Let's do it." I smile at both of them. 

I glance down at the napkin that Luke got and freeze, in the corner of it - there's a faint letter 'E' written down. 

"What's that?" I ask Luke. 

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe someone was trying to write something, but their pen ran out." 

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After changing into pyjamas, Luke and I meet in the living room of the apartment. 

"Oooh, what are we watching?" I ask, taking a seat on the couch. 

Luke is silent and doesn't respond to me. I look to him and find him with a puzzle look on his face, glancing down at my leg. 

"What?" 

"Girl, what happened to your knee?" He nears me. 

I let out a chuckle, "What are you on abou-"

I don't continue my sentence as I look down to see what he is talking about. I am wearing short pyjama bottoms, and from such a rush to change into them - I didn't even realise what was on my knee. I look down at both of them, there is nothing on my left knee. But as I switch my focus on my other one, there is definitely something there. 

There, on my right knee, is a single small soft-pink coloured band-aid. His voice echoes in my mind, as I remember his words. 

"We are going to need a band-aid for your knee." 

How? 

I carefully peel the band-aid slightly, and right there is the aftermath of a slightly scraped knee. A scraped knee that did not happen in this world. It happened in the dream world. Then why is it on my body here?

"I, uh, I was reaching something from the top shelf of my parents' garage and stupidly fell over." I muster up the best excuse I can find. Like I said, I never plan to tell my friends of my dreams yet - let alone the fact that an injury from the dream world has now manifested here. 

I look back up at Luke, and he shakes his head, "Yikes. Be careful."

After watching an episode of 'The Vampire Diaries', Luke and I say our goodnight and head to our own rooms. But I seem to not fall asleep. I am currently staring up at my ceiling, trying desperately to figure out the situation. From my memory, I never tripped over anything the past few days - I am a hundred percent sure of it. So, there is no way that this injury for this injury to exist. But I did fall off the motorcycle in my dream, but-

I need to shut up my mind. This is going to give me a headache. 

The quietness of the night eventually envelopes me, and I slip into the state of peacefulness - into a slumber. Well, not for long. That quietness is interrupted by a sound of a gun firing. I am sure it is a gun, and its sound makes me jump as I open my eyes. 

My gaze readjusts to my surroundings. There is nothing much. There is an absence of landscape, only the presence of sandy grounds and a long stretched-out road. A desert. There is a single tree in the middle of it all, with a familiar figure leaning against it - a silver gun in his hand pointed upwards, a slight smoke still seen in the air as the aftermath and he blows. 

He turns around and meets my gaze, "Sorry to shock you, doll." He grins, and swiftly flicks the gun between his fingers and shoves it in the back pocket of his jeans. 

"Well, you always knew how to make an entrance." I smile at him, shaking my head. 

I decide there is no point in asking Elvis more questions because it gets us nowhere, and actually leaves me with more questions. There is one thing I can confirm now though; this is the third time he has appeared in my dreams. Consecutive times. 

He approaches me and is now standing right in front of me, "And you always know how to find me, hi again." He smiles, biting onto his bottom lip and I cannot help but look into his eyes. 

"Hello."

Elvis takes something out of his front pocket and its familiarity makes my eyes widen. 

"So, I see you've made a list?" He questions, holding up a napkin. 

On the napkin is the list of that Luke, I and Charlotte made earlier. The list of things I want to try. It is the same napkin that we wrote on, the exact same. And it even has the faint writing of the letter 'E' on the corner of it. 

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[biolizardboils]

Underpanniversary mont September is almost over, so here’s one last headcanon dump for the road

General

The entire book series takes place in a single school year. The following is my vain attempt at cramming everything into that timeframe in a way that makes sense

The football game in Book 1 was the kickoff and happened in early August. The 4-to-6 weeks before the Ring arrived was really just 4 weeks, minimizing the Boys' slave labor and placing Captain's first day on duty in early September (not exactly the 1st but close enough)

Book 6 canonically happens during the cold and flu season (so late autumn), making it the halfway point of the school year and the series. (I just realized that it’s never shown snowing in modern-day Piqua? Maybe it only happened while the Boys were on winter break)

In Book 11, Krupp mentions there’s 7 weeks of school left. Summer break usually starts in mid-to-late May; subtracting 7 weeks from that places Book 11 in early-to-mid April

Book 12 happens in May. The Rid-O-Kid incident and sudden lack of gym teacher forced the school to close for damage control, then hold a half-day to do the yay-you’re-moving-up-a-grade stuff. (And yes, this means Captain Underpants Pizza Party didn’t happen and is merely a wistful fantasy 😔)

Also said school year is 1997-1998 (except for when I bring up any media that came out after that) because this is my post and I make the anachronisms

The Boys

Harold raises Sea Monkeys as snacks for his and George's pets

Speaking of their pets, they are NOT to be put in the same room together. George's are cats, Harold's are fish. Can I make it any more obvious

George had to stay home sick for a whole week once. when he finally came back to school, he walked in with this blasting on this boombox

George's fave computer game is Star Wars: Behind the Magic, Harold's is Insaniquarium (first the browser version, then Deluxe way later), and they both love Backyard Baseball

George's fave Disney film is A Goofy Movie. Harold didn’t have a favorite until middle school when Treasure Planet came out

The boys took Captain to see Hercules in theaters. He declared it the greatest movie of all time, so they bought it on VHS and played it in the treehouse whenever he asked. The boys kept it long after 4th grade and watched it whenever they missed him

They used to think boy bands were weird and girls were weird for liking them... until Heidi got into the Backstreet Boys. Harold caught The Fever from hearing her play their songs in the house, and George caught it from him. Their favorite song is Answer To Our Life

Harold would later joke that him catching The Fever should’ve been his wake-up call lol

The Old!Boys

In college they held a dorm party and made Jungle Juice in a (fully sanitized!!!) toilet so they could flush away the evidence after. And also just for laffs

Their kids go to Stubinville Elementary. It’s farther away and they have to take a bus, but it’s got generally better teachers than Jerome Horwitz. Go Stinkbugs

They wrote a letter to Krupp about what they did to him in 4th grade, but never sent it

Other

The Boys' parents didnt realize their families had blended together for years. It finally hit them when they asked Grandma and Grandpa to synchronize their visits. They were like "....Huh." and then went right back to setting the table

Other things both families do together: bills, carpooling, cooking, movie nights, fishing, picnics, holiday card photos at the mall

The Beards have a record player and a vinyl collection of every funk and R&B hit from 1968 to 1989. They always have one playing as background noise in the mornings and evenings. (The Hutchins like to play MTV instead)

Heidi goes to a preschool halfway across town. Robbie Hoskins (the little boy whose mom never believes him) goes there too

The Boys plan on being Heidi’s bodyguards when she starts kindergarten at Jerome Horwitz. No one’s gonna give her trouble, student or teacher, if they can help it

She can’t get in the Treehouse—not cus the Boys won’t let her, but cus she’s too small to safely climb the ladder 😔 Some day she'll get in there and eat all the hidden junk food, but not yet

I diagnose Melvin with EXTREME Gifted Kid Burnout post-canon lmao. He ends up going to the same community college as the Boys and they finally bury the hatchet there

Switching to paragraphs for this last one:

Long ago, when Krupp first started out as a principal, him and all the staff fell victim to an impossibly elaborate prank. He was excited to write his first detention slip and grilled the whole student body to find the culprit. 

After threatening to hold them hostage past the last bell, a dirty blonde boy in 2nd grade came up to him and claimed responsibility. Krupp locked him in the detention room and looked for his parents' number in the school directory, but couldn't find anything under his last name. 

Just then, he heard the kid make this noise. He stormed back to the detention room and opened it to yell at him... but the kid had vanished. The only sign he’d been there was his slip on the floor.

Krupp framed it in his office to preserve a milestone in his career, and vowed to crush that kid's spirit the next day.

But he never appeared at the school again.

[keichan]

Firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A collections of firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/N: 

I’ve had the idea of this story in my drafts forever now, but I sat down yesterday and finally brought it to life! I have never wrote for Sakusa before, but I hope that you guys enjoy my personification of him!

word count: 7.2k!

warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?

Please interact with this story! I’m restarting my blog back up and I lost a lot of moots! Send me asks and whatnot!

The first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he silently strolled down the hallway in elementary school. He had a blank stare at all times. Never strayed too close to any of the other children. A gloomy looking child that you did not particularly want to approach. His hands remained glued to his side and looked to be sulking. He blended into the crowd but if you paid enough attention, he barely stood out. He crossed your mind for the slightest second before you were sucked back into conversation with your friends.

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The first time you heard his voice was when he was talking to another boy in your grade level. Who you found out was his cousin. Their interaction was quiet and somewhat dull. His cousin, Motoya, asked if he wanted to go to an after school activity with him. Sakusa nodded briefly and said “sure”. His voice was quiet and bored. You wondered as you walked past the boys what they were talking about, however, you were quickly distracted yet again and proceeded to move forward without a second thought.

-

The first interaction between the two of you was your third year of middle school. Sakusa Kiyoomi was nothing but a background character in your life. You ever so often saw him since the two of you were in different classes. However, you shared a class with Motoya so it wasn’t too rare to see the boy. 

You walked out of class upon dismissal, but hung around campus with your friends, knowing that your parents were at work and it was redundant to return so early. It was an unanimous decision to go to the convenience store outside of campus to grab a quick bite with the chore money that took a few weeks to rack up.

Walking outside of the gym a volleyball rolled to your feet. You picked it up before looking to your right to see who it belonged to. Sakusa Kiyoomi walked calmly over to you with his  hands  at  his side.  There was no one else in the gym. He was playing by himself.

He came to a halt, looking at you expectedly. You fidgeted the ball in your palms before asking. “Are you practicing all alone?”  He nodded curtly with a deadpan expression that said give me the ball. 

“I see.” You tossed him the ball gently before following your friends that have already walked ahead. 

At the convenience store you grabbed things you thought Sakusa may have liked.

“Why are you grabbing so much? Also, I thought you didn’t like daifuku.” Aya commented as she browsed the shelf next to you. Your nose scrunched up. “I’m just craving it.” You shrugged her off. She didn’t reply as she grabbed a carton of apple juice. 

All of you checked out and parted ways in front of the store. It wasn’t long before you peeked your head into the gym to see Sakusa slamming  the ball against the wall continuously. He was roughly the same height as you, but each time he struck the ball, there was an undeniable force behind it. 

You took your shoes off, outside of the gym before clearing your throat nervously.

The boy caught the ball as it ricocheted off the wall. His black curls stuck messily to his forehead and he turned to you with a confused expression. Holding up the plastic bag with one hand,  you offered him a small smile. 

“Looked like you were working hard, so I brought this for you.” 

He blinked at you. Not a word. 

“I can just leave it somewhere if you’d like. I just have to-”

“I was actually getting kind of hungry.” He said quietly. He walked to the edge of the gym and sat down. You followed his lead quietly. Upon sitting down, you opened the bag,  preparing to dump  everything on the floor before he raised a hand to stop you. 

“The floor is rather dirty, I would prefer you not to do that.” He said plainly “Please.” he added. You nodded and opened the bag towards him so he could get his pick. Luckily for you he went straight for the daifuku. He meticulously unwrapped it and began to munch silently. You followed suit and you began to eat a custard-filled bread roll. 

“Sakusa, right?” You turned your head to the boy. “Kyosuke?” You faltered.

He shook his head. “Kiyoomi. And you?”

“L/N F/N.” You answered. He dipped his head in acknowledgement. 

“What high school are you going to try to go to?” 

“Itachiyama.”

“Really? I want to go there as well. Maybe we can study together for the entrance exams together.”

“I’m going to get in on a sports recommendation since I’m on the volleyball team here.” He said nonchalantly as he flattened the snack’s wrapper on his thigh. You nodded. His curtness didn’t particularly bother you. 

“Fair enough.” You brushed off your skirt and began to make an exit towards the gym. You began to slip your shoes on outside of the door before waving over to him. “Let me know if you change your mind about studying. I’m in the same class as your cousin. Keep the rest of the snacks. Work hard.”

-

Roughly two weeks later Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside of class 3-B. Ignoring Motoya he approached you. “Let’s study for entrance exams.” Motoya looked at you oddly and tailed the two of you as Sakusa lead you to the library in silence.

You sat in front of the curly haired boy, pulling out your journals and folders excitedly sliding them towards Sakusa. Motoya sat beside him, earning a subtle glare from Kiyoomi.

“I looked at everything they’ve made available for students who are applying, organized it, and color coded it. I have a plan to get in. 

Sakusa carefully eyed over your notes as he skimmed the pages. Your handwriting was incredibly neat. Everything was so organized that even an idiot could get into Itachiyama. Not that he was thinking that you were stupid by any means.

That was the first time you saw Sakusa smile because of you.

-

It was now your first year at Itachiyama Academy. You walked through the gates of the school sandwiched between Sakusa and Motoya. Somehow the three of you managed to be in the same class.

As the semester progressed, you began to settle in a routine with the boys. You would sit at practices, reading books. After they finished, you would all study at someone’s house and part ways. 

It was dipping into the summer. Tokyo subtly rose in temperature as the rainy season commenced. 

Sakusa stood outside of your home with an umbrella since he was fully aware that you refused to bring one to school any time that it rained. He looked down to his cellphone. You were always punctual so it didn’t make sense to him that you weren’t outside yet. He knocked on the front door to your family home. No answer.

He used the spare key under the plant to go inside. He propped the umbrella against the door and took his shoes off before making his way upstairs. You weren’t in your bed but he could hear someone gagging in the bathroom.

His face contorted into disgust at the thought, but proceeded towards the room. He opened the bathroom door to see you hunched over the toilet. Your hair pooled over your shoulders going forward as you choked on your own vomit. Sobs quietly echoed the room. 

He cautiously moved forward and gathered your hair in his hand. He turned his head away from your body to cover his distaste for the situation that he found himself in.  You jumped startled in place before you started vomiting again. 

“Sorry, I didn’t text you. I’ve been here for hours.” Your voice was incredibly weak.

“I wish you took care of yourself. Then things like this wouldn’t happen. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice croaked. Sakusa flinched at that. He knew the feeling all too well.

“You know if you used an umbrella in the rain you wouldn’t get sick. Plus you’ve been pulling all nighters with school for no reason. Stop overexerting yourself.”

“Shut up.” You groaned. “Go to school. I’ll take care of myself.”

He rolled his eyes. He grabbed a hair tie from under your sink and tied your hair back to the best of his ability before leaving the room. Going downstairs he began to make hot green tea with honey, a glass of water, and cut up an apple, your favorite fruit, and grabbed a mask out of his backpack and put it on before returning to the bathroom. You were leaning against the wall, your features were flushed as beads of sweat developed along your forehead.

Sakusa sighed as he squatted in front of you. 

“Drink this. Rehydrate. Put some food in your stomach.” 

“Go to school Sakusa.” You muttered as you placed the cup to your lips gently.

Sakusa began washing his hands into the sink, ignoring you.

“You ought to go lie down so your body can repair itself.” He turned around before gathering the cups and the bowl of fruit from you. He placed it on your bedside table before he felt a weight collide with his back. He turned suddenly to catch your body.

“Sorry, I must be really weak right now.” A laugh barely escaped your lips. You were face to face with him as he supported you up. All he did was nod before he gently lowered you onto the bed, placing you under the sheets.

He walked over to the bathroom and found a small towel. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips. He already had known that you were overdoing it academically, but now it finally showed physically. He didn’t understand you sometimes.

He returned to your room once more to see that you were out cold. He used the cloth to gently dab the sweat off of your face before folding it inside out and resting it on your forehead entirely. Sakusa supposed that it would be alright to skip school that day to help his friend out.

“Thanks, Kiyoomi.” The words poured quietly from your lips. His head jerked up suddenly

That was the first time you didn’t call him by his surname.

-

“Okay hear me out. Yes, you’re insanely talented at volleyball. No, I am not telling you how to play, BUT I think that if you approach the AB attack that you guys have been working on this way, I think that you can achieve it somewhat better.” You shoved your diagram that you drew out to Kiyoomi. His eyes scanned over everything. You flipped the page in front of him. 

“This is the way that you’ve been doing it, but I think that with your spiking range, you wouldn’t have to exert yourself and overextend yourself from this side of the court.”

Sakusa laughed pulling your notebook closer to himself. 

“This is actually genius. How did you know I couldn’t get it?”

“You’ve been spending more time practicing solo than normal so I just paid a little more attention when I’ve been able to come in and watch.”

“I really appreciate this! Do you mind?” You shook your head. “It’s all yours. I have some other ideas in there as well since nationals are coming up.”

He giddily slid it into his backpack before checking his phone. 

“Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. The subways are probably packed by now.” He groaned.

You slung your bag over your shoulder. The crowds outside were moving meticulously outside. A sigh escaped your lips. You turned to Sakusa as he hooked a mask over each ear with a gloomy expression.

The two of you walked out of the cafe and headed towards the JR line. The crowd was astonishingly hard to walk through. Well, it was easy for Saksua since he could see over the sea of people. You reached out for his sleeve and managed to grab his hand. He looked back and gave you a weary acknowledgement and continued to tread forward. You barely managed to get into the train car with him. Your fingers tangled with his as you were shoved into his side. You looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and expression darkened.. This definitely isn’t the first time that Saksusa had been unfortunate enough to get on the trains with rush hour. 

“You good, Kiyoomi?” You tugged on his arm gently as you whispered. He nodded looking down at you. A man beside you accidentally shoved you forward. Sakusa quickly laced his fingers in yours before he anchored you back to his side. You squeeze his hand gently as a quiet thanks.

In roughly ten minutes the doors opened to your stop. Sakusa led the way, weaseling the two of you outside of the train station. He let out a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs onto the open street.

“Much better.” he mumbled. You absentmindedly followed him to his house as he continued to hold your hand.

“Kiyoomi, you know you can go ahead and let go now.” He froze in his tracks and looked down to your hands and returned his gaze to your face.

“Apologies.” He said before he let go. His hand returned to his side.

“I think I’m going to call it a night here. I’m going to Motoya’s to study the notes. I’ll text you if I have any questions.” He raised a hand to bid farewell and walked to the direction of his home. 

Your eyes traveled down to the palm of your hand. You studied it. Each finger as you rotated it. With a subtle shrug, you turned to the opposite direction and made your way home.

That was the first time you held hands with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

“What do you mean I can’t braid your hair for a game? It’s getting longer and it would look adorable. Right, Motoya?” You twirled one of Sakusa’s curls gently in your finger. Motoya glanced up from his phone laughing. 

“I don’t see why not.”

“ Don’t support her. You’re going to make her think that she’s unstoppable.” Sakusa groaned and thudded his head against the table. 

“Can I do it for fun though?” You whined as your ran your hands through his hair.

He sunk in his chair in defeat. “Fine.”

You excitedly stood up and got to work. 

After a few minutes you were finished. His hair was barely short enough for it to stick into a little poof in the back. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a quick selfie with your back camera. You laughed at the photo as Sakusa grabbed at it.

“I didn’t know that you were going to take a picture of me, you ass! Delete it!” 

“Nah, this is too good! Kiyoomi I really think you should do this for a game! You look precious!”  

You quickly ran over to the couch next to Motoya, showing him the off guard picture you got of the two of them. The two of you were in hysterics. Sakusa ran over to the couch to join the two of you. Placing an arm around your shoulder he broke into laughter as well.

Lose hair flowed on the sides of his face. His eyes squinted shut as his laughs filled the room.

“You ought to delete that picture though, seriously.”

You shook your head at him. 

“This is too good. I might just send it to your whole team.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

After some time, the three of you settled down and watched a movie. You rested your head on his shoulder. His arm never left your side. The three of you passed out cold. 

Motoya’s mother laughed at the view she had of the three of you as she took her shoes out of the door. Her own son was sprawled out on the end of the couch, snoring the night away. Kiyoomi’s head rested on the couch. Tufts of hair were popping out of the braid. His arms loosely wrapped around you. Your head rested against his chest and your arms rested around his stomach.

She laughed quietly to herself, leaving the kids to sleep.

This was the first time that you fell asleep on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

“What do you mean that you didn’t have a good time at the camp? It’s literally for the Olympics!” You had your hands on your hips as you stared at Saksua. He sulked in your kitchen chair. He came over as soon as he had gotten back from camp.

“I do not understand how Shiratorizawa lost. Kageyama Tobio wasn’t necessarily an extraordinary feat to watch-”

“You do understand that there’s a reason why he got invited there as well, right?”

“I’m trying to be realistic here.”

“Well since both schools are going to nationals, maybe you can play them in the bracket. You’re the number two ace in the country because you worked hard Kiyoomi. I don’t care if some brat from Miyagi rubbed you the wrong way. You need to get over it and do your best. You and Motoya leave in two weeks.”

The two of you had spent the last hour bickering of his experience. Sakusa had a negative thing to say about almost every player that was there.

“If I want to analyze my potential opponent then I think you should allow me to. You’re not playing on the court whatsoever so I think you should keep your opinions to yourself about this situation.”

“Kiyomi, I’m literally the one who has helped you get to where you are now. I’ve spent hours of my own freetime, even getting physically ill coming up with ways to help you and Motoya improve your skills to be better players-”

“But nobody asked you to do that.” He glared at you. You falter at what to say next.

“I did it because you two are my friends. And I want you to succeed.” Each word articulated from your mouth excruciatingly slow. As if you were questioning yourself.

“You have a lot to say for someone who has never played the game before.” Sakusa snapped at you.

“Get out.” 

“What?”

“Get out of my house. You do not talk to me like that here.” You made your way to the front door, holding it open.

“Out Kiyoomi.”

“I think we’re having a little miscommunication.” He rose from his chair. He hands beared out to you as he stepped towards you cautiously.

“No. Grab your bag. Put your shoes on and leave. I understood with clarity everything you just said to me. Now I’m asking you to leave. You said everything you wanted to.”

Sakusa’s head did not hang low as your gaze pierced through him. He slung his back over his shoulder and walked towards you. His height towered over you before he bent down, slipping his shoes over his heels.

He walked out without another word. 

That was the first fight you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

-

In the next two weeks you didn’t walk to school with the boys, you did not study with them, you did not watch practice, you didn’t use breaks at school to visit their classrooms. Anytime Motoya had reached out, you politely avoided him. If Sakusa did it was like he wasn’t even there.

Nationals were now upon the boy’s volleyball team. You followed the group solemnly to the bus.  You had signed up as an official volunteer and there wasn’t any way to necessarily get out of it since you had already been excused from the school days.

You sat alone on the bus. Far away from your two friends. The ride was short. Upon arrival, you carried the medical bag to the team’s designated area for the day.

It was a clash of teams mingling at the entrance of the arena. Not one member of the team had made it to the area yet. You turned to see Sakusa’s standing in the corner of the room. His forehead creased and his chin tucked towards his chest. There were too many people for him. Motoya was mingling with random  teams. You let out a small sigh and made your way to the designated area. 

A hand gently rested on your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” Kiyoomi asked. He towered over you in height. You couldn’t see his face due to the mask, but he radiated stress. You nodded and sat next to him in the hallway.

The apology was quick, sweet, and straight to the point. You graciously accepted and it wasn’t any worry at all. 

You could never truly be mad at him.

You continued to help the boy’s volleyball team until they lost the tournament.

You waited on the side of the court for the boys to come off. However, Sakusa was approached by fans and reporters. 

You stood patiently on the other side of the toom. The opposing team’s captain approached you. He shyly flirted with you. Sakusa watched from afar as he continued to chat with the reporter. 

This was the first time Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealousy.

-

You, Kiyoomi, and Motoya stood side by side posing for pictures for your families. High school diplomas proudly in hand.

Kiyoomi graciously slipped away from everyone for a brief moment. His parents were fawning over the fact that he got accepted into college on a sports scholarship. Same with Motoya. Your parents were openly wondering what college you would choose to go to. You got accepted to five different ones, one of them the same as Kiyoomi.

You and Motoya bid your parents a farewell and began to leave the school together for one last time. Kiyoomi stood at the gates waiting patiently for the two of you. His blazer now slung over one shoulder, he used his other arm to gently rest around your shoulder.

“I’ll see you at the dinner, Motoya. I’m going to walk Y/N home.” 

Motoya dipped his head in acknowledgement before parting ways.

You and Kiyoomi laughed and reminisced over the last three years. The late nights studying. Hanging around each other's houses. Him keeping you company as you read your books at cafes. The cat you two found outside of the school your first year. The god awful game of telephone pictionary that almost got the three of you suspended your second year of school. The failed attempts of learning how to play volleyball in third year. It seemed that all of the memories so precious to your heart were coming to a cease.

Your laughs faltered as you approached the gate of your home. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave for Osaka.” You laughed nervously as his arm slid off of your shoulder. He unconsciously moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Easy. Just go to the same school as me. It’s not that difficult of a decision.”

You laughed. “You know I haven’t even begun to choose the college I want to go to yet. I haven’t weighed the pros and cons of each school. Plus you got a full ride.” You sighed.

“Well a pro is that I’m there. I think that’s enough.” He tilted his head at you.

You let out a short laugh before turning your head away from him. “If only it was that simple.” You wondered aloud.

“I have to see how good the program is for what I want to do. I know that they’re the top in the country for it but will it really benefit me? What if financial aid doesn't end up coming through and I have student loans out the ass? What if housing is full? If I don’t have anywhere to live?” 

Your thoughts were cut off by Kiyoomi stifling a laugh. He used a single hand to cover his mouth as he looked down at you. You shoved his chest playfully. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You worry too much for someone who’s so smart.”

You rolled your eyes at him. He ran his hand through his hair before he rested it on his neck, his gaze never leaving yours. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how pretty I think you are.” He reached over and cupped your face. His long slender fingers gently tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. He felt your skin heat up below his hand and laughed.

“Are you trying to be funny because you’re really bad at it.”

Before you could even react, Kiyoomi quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft as he gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rose up quickly against his sides. Slightly panicking. He tilted your chin up slightly and you finally kissed him back. 

You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled you closer.

He pulled away. Grinning like an idiot.

“I think you should go to that school in Osaka with me. I’m going to have an apartment and everything.”

You placed your arms around his shoulders and his slinked down to your waist.

“We’ll see.”

Kiyoomi’s body sunk into itself.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite some time now and that’s all you say? ‘We’ll see?’ It’s really not enough.” 

“I mean who said I haven’t been waiting to kiss you too?” 

He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“For how long?”

“After nationals in our second year when I saw a horde of fan girls for one of the best aces in Japan.” You reached up and pinched his cheek. “I thought to myself that I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I think I’ve thought about you romantically for a while now.” He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head for you to let go of his face.

“But you’re right. You’ve never told me I was pretty before, Kiyoomi.” You used your hands to bring his face down to yours. 

That was the first time you and Sakusa Kiyoomi had ever kissed.

-

Sakusa Kiyoomi was disappointed to say the least that you did not follow him to college in Osaka. 

Or so he thought. 

Two weeks after his move there was a knock on his apartment door at 7am in the morning. Kiyoomi was a morning person, but he had no clue who it could possibly be. He pulled a sweatshirt over his body and pulled on sweatpants over his boxers.

There you stood with a suitcase in each hand.

“I chose Osaka because I don’t think I can handle being away from you for four years.”

Kiyoomi enveloped you in a hug, making you drop your luggage. He pressed your body against his chest and buried his head into the crook of your neck. He peppered kisses on your  cheekbone until you turned to face him. He held your hands and kissed you sweetly before pulling you inside. 

“Kiyo, you need to grab my bags.” You mumbled into his mouth. He gently put you down. Grabbed your bags and placed them inside and turned to face you. You looked at him expectantly with your arms open towards him. Without missing a beat he picked you up and spun you around.

“Are you sure you want to go to school out here?” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You nodded against his chest.

“One exception though.” You pulled away from him.

“Will you be my boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yes.”

This was the first day you spent as an official couple.

-

The semester was beginning to take a toll on the both of you. Fortunately enough, the both of you managed to be taking the same courses for your basics and had a basic study regiment in the evenings. Kiyoomi’s volleyball practice ran from ungodly hours of the morning and the fatigue was catching up to him as finals week set upon the two of you.

You returned from the library and walked into the bedroom to see Kiyoomi sound asleep, laying on his side snuggling a pillow. Quiet snores spread through the room as his mouth was slightly agape.

You quickly showered and changed into a shirt of his before snuggling into bed beside him. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to lean into your touch.

“Y/N” He groaned into the pillow.

“Hm?”

“C’mere.” He lifted up his arm as an invitation. You quickly obliged as his arm encased you into his chest.

“How was studying? Sorry I left so early.” He yawned.

 Your arm wrapped around his side as your fingernails began to graze his bare back.

“It’s fine, Kiyo. I know how tired you’ve been lately. Being a student athlete is tough enough as it is.” 

“I don’t want you to be stressed out because of my incapabilities.”

“You’re only human. And I’m stressed out because college is tough, not because you’re incapable of things.”

“I know.”

“Your voice is cute when you’re tired.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.” 

“Nevermind.” 

“I beg your pardon?.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re super handsome when you’re dead quiet. I know I can’t see you right now, but the whole brooding thing  you usually have going on is usually pretty nice in my opinion.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, Kiyo.”

“Y/N  I’ll literally make you do all of the cleaning next week.”

“But Kiyo-”

“Shut up.”

“Anyways. I’ve missed you.”

“We live together. And study together. And go to school together.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Remember that one time that you fell down the stairs in our second year? In front of the entire class?”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“What?”

You sat up abruptly staring down at your boyfriend. He sat up, propping his hands on either side of his body. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

“I love you, Kiyoomi.”

A lazy smile graced the black-haired man’s features.

“I mean it!”

“I know you do. That’s why I’m smiling.”

“I really mean it, Kiyoomi. You’ve been my best friend since middle school. We spent every waking moment together. I got to grow with you as friends. I had the opportunity to watch you bloom into your passion by bringing you daifuku one day because I saw a quiet boy practicing all by himself. I’m so lucky for that moment of time. Even though we’re busy now, we get to hold each other at night and see each other’s achievements during the day. I think it’s so amazing that we have each other.  I just want to cherish you.”

“I love you too.” He clasped his hand over yours.

“And I mean it too.”

That was the first time you and Sakusa exchanged ‘I love yous’.

-

The semester had come to an end. Kiyoomi rested his head on your lap as you watched TV and he watched volleyball highlights on his phone. You played with his curls absentmindedly.

“I can’t believe that Kageyama Tobio is playing on the Olympic team this year.”

“Who?”

“The kid who beat Wakatoshi our second year.”

“Oh that one.”

“I want to play in the Olympics.”

“I know Kiyo you just need to keep doing what you're doing and you’ll be on that stage in 2020.”

You pulled out your cell phone and took a picture of the two of you. Managing to get his glare and everything. You shoved the photo you just took in his face. 

“Look! Do you know who that is?”

“Me. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

“Correct!” You exclaimed. “He’s also my boyfriend and a future Olympian! A future representative of Japan’s men's volleyball team!”

Kiyoomi laughed. He locked his phone and just kept on laughing.

“You’re so precious.” He managed between laughs. He pulled his head from your lap and squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands.

“My girlfriend believes in me!” He sang song.

You placed your hands over his and pulled him forward into a quick kiss.

“Am I not supposed to?”

“I never said that.”

“You’re kind of suggesting it. Do you not like me anymore?”

He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours once more.

“You know I don’t like you, I love you.”

(nsfw)

Butterflies rose in your chest at his words. You gave him the dopiest grin before you leaned into  him once more. Your body leaned into his. Kiyoomi’s hands rose under your shirt as he pulled you on top of his lap. Your legs fell on either side of him as your fingers ran through his hair. As your hands reached the back of his head you fisted his curls, earning a quiet groan from the man underneath you. His hands pressed roughly into the skin of your hips. The surprise let Kiyoomi slip his tongue into your mouth.

He began to place open mouth kisses down your neck as his hands traveled up to your breasts. You quickly slid your shirt off over your head to give him more access. His kisses continued across your collarbone and down to your breast. 

“Kiyo-” Your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue.

“Hmm?” He mumbled into your chest. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You said firmly, as you slid your hands to his shoulders to get him to look at you.

His dark eyes sparkled at you and nodded. 

You got off of his lap and made your way to your room. Dropping your shorts to the ground, you kicked them to the corner of the room. Before you could even reach the bed, you were enveloped in a hug from behind. Kiyoomi’s bare chest warmed your back as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders. A hand firmly on your hip and a hang squeezing your breast. His hands traveled your body hungrily. You turned to meet his face. Caressing it with the back of your hand you placed a gentle kiss on his nose, making him smile at you.

Your hands draped over his boxers as you generously worked them down his legs. Placing, small, eager kisses on his lips.

“I don’t think we have condoms-”

“Yes we do. They’re in my nightstand, I bought them just in case we ever-”

“Mhmm”

You lured Kiyoomi over to the bed as you stroked him. He opened the bedside table and carefully tore the wrapper before rolling the condom on. He hovered over you as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours once. His fingers caressed you, slipping in and out slowly, you moaned into his mouth, making him speed up ever so slightly as he kissed all over your body. He wanted to show you physically how much he loves you.

He positioned himself between your legs before slipping himself in. The two of you gasped at the newfound sensation. He moaned into your neck as your hands failed to grab at his back. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you. He began to roll his hips into you repeatedly. He was weary of his actions as his hands roamed your entire body. He didn’t want to go too slow or two fast. He never asked, he just studied your reactions as he pressed deeper into you. He began to hold a steady rhythm as moans began to spill from your mouth. Each sound encouraging him to unconsciously move faster. 

“Kiyoomi.” Your nails sunk into his back, your lips struggled to find his. He moaned your name into your neck. He was reaching his climax as he shuddered inside of you. He kissed your forehead gently. 

“I love you. Forever. I cannot imagine anyone else I’d share this life with.”

You stared at your boyfriend. He was studying your face with great intent as if to check if he made a dent. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it back making his curls bounce as they flopped back down. His body rose and fell steadily as he caught his breath over you. He gave you a small smile as he flattened your hair on your head, he gently pulled out of you before sitting on his knees and sliding the condom off of himself.

“Give me a second please.”

He walked to the bathroom and disposed of it and began to pick up the clothes from earlier and put them in the hamper. He returned to your side. He propped up his head on his hand as ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m so lucky. Everyday.”

You smiled as he placed yet another tender kiss on your lips.

The night ended with Sakusa curled on your bare chest, fast asleep while you held him dearly through the night.

That was you and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s first time.

-

Today was Kiyoomi’s first V-League game. 

You were never typically awake at the same times that he was. Ever. 

You sleepily followed him around the apartment. He brushed his teeth first. You stifled a laugh as he began the skin care routine you taught him in high school. He ignored you, but followed suit. Next he fixed his bed head. Well you did. You sat on the counter with him between your legs as you gently raked product through his hair. 

“Omi Omi.” You sang as he relaxed into your hands. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? I think Miya was onto something when he started calling you that.” 

“No he wasn’t. He tainted the second half of my name when he started that shit.”

“Don’t be that way, Omi Omi!” 

“Shut up!” He yawned. 

“Or what, Omi?” You hopped off the sink and walked away from him.

“You’re gonna do what you did to me, last night? Right now?”

A sly grin rested on his lips before he pushed you to the bed. 

“Good thing we woke up early.”

-

You stayed arm and arm with Kiyoomi at the bar where his teammates won. The Black Jackals won their very first game. 

You glanced up at your mask-clad boyfriend as he glared at his teammates. 

“Omi Omi! I didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend!”

“Hi! You must be Atsumu!” You extended your hand to shake his, but Sakusa cut in front of you. 

“Don’t touch him.” He rolled his eyes. 

“It’s called being courteous, Kiyo. You ought to try it!” You shoved his chest. 

“I can’t believe Omi Omi has a heart. He actually talks about us at home.” Bokuto bunched up his shirt on his chest, his eyes watering. 

“You’re telling me.” Atsumu huffed. 

“To be clear, the only person I respect on this team is Meian and I think it’s all valid.” Sakusa glared at the two men. His gaze lost it’s focus once he heard your laugh and reeled back into the conversation that you were having with Hinata. 

His teammates smiled as they were watching a never before seen Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

As the night progressed more and more drinks were spread amongst the team. 

You and Kiyoomi balanced the drinks the best you could, but after all, it was your first time drinking. Ever. 

Both of you, equally wasted, exited the bar and ordered a ride home. Laughing up the stairs the two of you tumbled into your bedroom. Kissing and everything in between. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi looked at you like you were the light of his life and he made sure you knew it. 

You studied his features as he drunkenly told you stories of when he was little. His dark brown eyes squinted at you as little laughs escaped his mouth. Anytime he smiled one corner of his mouth rose higher than the other. Anytime Kiyoomi reached for your hand, he always managed to be the most gentle with his spindly fingers. His kisses were so soft. Even now as he continuously reaches down to kiss you. Even though your own lips are numb from the alcohol rushing in your veins. 

This is true love. 

-

“I told you that you’d be in the Olympics.” 

You wrapped your arms around him as you stood behind the couch, smothering his cheek with kisses. 

“I know! I’m glad everything paid off!” 

“Me too. Me too.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated an Olympian.” You stared at the phone in Kiyoomi’s hand. The congratulatory email. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about marrying an Olympian? Pretty practical, right?”

You grinned from ear to ear. 

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”

“I’d like you to know I’m full of great ideas. I mean we’ve been together for six years. And it’s because I kissed you since you wouldn’t kiss me. I think that it’s a fair assumption that I’m the brains of this relationship. I also made the idea for us moving into this city home. I also made the executive decision for us to buy a cat.”

“Kiyo. That’s not how that went. You know damn well I brought the cat home when you were done with practice and you hit me with the whole ‘I guess we can do it if we clean the litter box everyday’. I think you’re remembering things incorrectly. Per usual.”

“Dunno, but it took my decision making to allow her to stay in this home.”

“Uh huh. Now that I think about it, it would be my first time marrying an Olympian.”

“Well duh. I mean look at me.”

“ I was talking about Miya, you dolt.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “I guess you can take the role of the funny one.”

-

The first time Sakusa became a parent. He had almost passed out in the delivery room. He’ll never acknowledge it to you, however when friends asked he claimed that childbirth was ultimately disgusting. 

His eyes shone the moment your son entered the world. 

He held him delicately as if he could break. He was laughing as he gently brought him down to you. 

You stared down at the baby you and your husband had brought into the world and you couldn’t help but think of the first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi and the blessings the boy brought into your life.

(A/N) the smut scene wasnt supposed to be good!!!!!!!!! It was their first time so it wasn’t supposed to be some god tier orgasming experience. It was supposed to be plain and about their connection!

thanks for reading (:

[yunoysl]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. (𝐦)

Getting detention with Yuta, which was his fault, leads to a sudden confession and something you never expected.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: cunnilingus, unprotected sex, lots of usage of ‘good girl’, slight praising + degradation, breeding, slight fingering

There’s a shortage of yuta smut and I’m not okay with that so here I am.

You don’t hate anyone in the world. Hate is a strong and negative word. Well you don’t hate anyone except for one person, and that person being Nakamoto Yuta. You’ve hated him ever since you first ran into him at your local campus coffee shop. He walked into you while holding his coffee cup in his hand, resulting in it spilling all over your outfit that you had spent a lot of time and money on. He didn’t even apologize, just chuckled in your face and walked away without saying anything. So ever since then you’ve hated him.

He also teases you a lot, like a lot. He’ll play with your hair when you’re sitting in front of him, twirling it around his index finger. When he gets the lucky chance to sit sext to you he’ll place his hand on your thigh, slightly rubbing it back and forth and getting you worked up.

Now it’s his fault that you have detention. He wouldn’t stop bothering you in class, constantly poking your arm to get your attention until you had enough and yelled at him about how annoying he is, resulting in your professor not being happy for disturbing his class and giving you both detention.

And also just your luck, halfway though the professor had to leave to go help a student get off of a basketball hoop. They can get themselves up but not down?

You’re just praying that Yuta doesn’t decide to start a conversation, as you’ve had enough of him for one day.

You barely even let him open his mouth before you were angry and ranting at him. “No, shut up. Just shut up. Don’t say anything, and don’t do anything, you’ve already done enough for today.”

He wasn’t even quiet for 7 minutes before he decided to try to talk again, making you let out a deep sigh and bang your head on the desk.

“Why do you hate me?”

“Why? Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s the spilling coffee on me and not even apologizing, maybe it’s the twirling my hair when I’m trying to concentrate in class, maybe it’s the placing your hand on my thigh, or the constant poking that you did today. I don’t know it could be any of those.” you sarcastically sneered at him, tired of having to always deal with him.

“You know I do all that because I like you”

“You’re always- wait... what?” to say you were confused would be an understatement.

“You know how they say that an elementary school kid can’t express how he feels so he always teases his crush.”

“This isn’t elementary school, Yuta” you can’t believe that all these months of Yuta getting on every single one of your nerves was because he actually liked you.

“I didn’t know any other way to show you I liked you”

“You’re really childish”

“I know, let me make it up to you”

“By buying me a coffee?”

“No, I meant by relieving some of your stress”

“The stress that you cause?”

“Okay I get it I haven’t been the nicest person to you” he got up from the desk he was sitting at took a seat at the one in front of you, making you look up at him because of the height difference.

“Let me make it up to you” he caressed your cafe while rubbing his thumb on your bottom lip.

“O-Okay” he moved you onto your desk, making you sit on it.

He lifted your skirt up only to see your panties were already drenched. “Oh, what’s this we have here? My good girl is already wet?”

He was quick to get between your legs, removing your panties and stuffing them into his back pocket before his tongue licking your clit and eating you passionately. He sucked on your clit a few times before bringing himself back up, eager to finally be inside you.

He rubbed the tip a few times on your entrance, your juices collecting on his tip before pushing in, slightly hissing at the stretch.

He was barely halfway in. “Loosen up baby” you whine at the pleasurable stretch his cock gave you.

After a while he was finally able to push all of him inside you. “We have to be quick baby, we don’t have much time”

It was hard to keep your voice down with how good he was at this.

“Your tight pussy is so good for me” he dives into you rapidly, the desk underneath you moving and slightly making a squeaking sound.

“Will you be a good girl and come for me?” He let out a choked sob as his pace quickens, eager to finish inside you.

He reaches down to rub circles on your clit. “How are you a good girl but you’re letting me fuck you in detention?” His words have an effect on you, making you whimper.

“You’re so pathetic” he feels so good, his cock hitting you in all the right places. Your orgasm finally rips through you, shoving your head into his shoulder to not make a loud sound and have someone walk in to see what’s happening.

“That’s my good girl” you come down from your high as his warm cum shoots into you. He finally pulls out, fingering you to shove whatever was starting to leak out back inside you with his index and middle finger.

You both hear keys approaching, making you both scurry to get back into your seats and not look like you just fucked in a classroom.

The breeze from your professor opening the door hits your pussy, making your breath hitch at the fact that you’re not wearing underwear.

When you looked at Yuta noticed a smug look on his face, your panties poking out from his pocket.

“Alright, detentions over. You way both leave, please don’t disrupt my class again when I’m trying to teach”

“Yes professor” you quickly pick up your bag and scurry off, Yuta’s cum on the verge of dripping down your legs as you’re speed walking. You’re going to kill him for this.

[theodorecanaryhood]

Nightwing and Red Hood x reader headcanon

Dating a nurse

Dick:

Dick was smitten when you started dating

Real smitten

'She's a Nurse' 'she saves lives' he would say proudly if anyone ever met you

Dick came home from patrol one night, flaked out

'Dick, you ok?' You asked as you ran over to him

He just grunts

'I think I'm sick babe' he replies, you just place your hand on his forehead

'You're burning up' you remark

Dick sighs, taking his mask off

You help him get him suit off and take him to the bedroom, telling him to rest

'Will you cuddle with me?' Dick asks you, sadness in his voice

You chuckle

'Of course' you smile

Dick wraps his arms around you, pulling you in tight

Jason:

Jason wasn't big on the dating thing

He never liked getting too connected to people

Then he met you, instant admiration and adoration

He told you he loved you first

You walked into your shared bathroom one day, the urge to pee came along

'Jason, you didn't flush, wait' you called out, looking closer, 'why is your urine so dark?' You called out again

'What doll?' He called back, coming into the bathroom

You looked at him

'Oh yeah, I've been having some problems lately'

'How long?' You asked, Jason just shrugged

'Not a big deal' he replied nonchalant

You placed your hand on his head

'You're hot' you said, Jason smiled

'You too gorgeous'

You laughed, 'I mean temperature wise but thanks'

You did a urine dip test and saw Jason had a UTI, ordering him to rest

Cranberry juice, Water and non caffeine based drinks...especially energy drinks

Jason loved you taking care of him

You loved Jason, but he was a pain sometimes

Dating a comedian

Dick:

Front row tickets

Standing ovation

Howling laughter

That's Dick, he is your number 1 fan

He's really great, encouraging and stood by you

He loves your sarcastic and dirty humour

'Give it up for Judy over here, she swallows' you remarked in your stand up, the audience laughing. Dick's laughter means more to you

Dick would meet you backstage and give you a big kiss

'That was incredible, so proud of you. Love you' Dick said beaming

You smiled back at him brightly

'Thank you babe, I love you too' you kissed him back

He really is your rock

Jason:

Dark, sarcastic and dry humour really is Jason's thing

So of course he dates a comedian that falls into that category

He is your biggest fan

Jason sits in the front row, every time you tour or have a show

He is the one laughing the hardest, wiping a tear away and holding his ribs

'My guy over here, just chilling then bam. Hit by a bus, well of course that's going to happen when you sit in the middle of a fucking highway you dipshit' you say, straight faced while the audience laughs

Jason encourages the standing ovation

He meets you backstage, gives you a deep kiss and a smile

'That was incredible, you floored us doll, love you so much' Jason said smiling and kissing you again

You wrap your arms around him, kissing him back

'I love you too, thank you' you whispered in his ear

Dating a teacher

Dick:

You teach an elementary class on the East Side of Bludhaven, Dick is a cop

Interesting mix

Dick has come to your class a few times

The boys just stare wide eyed and open mouthed, amazed by the 'tall man'

Dick loves kids, he's fun with them

They love when he visits

The little girls all have their first crush, thanks to Dick (who wouldn't)

The other female teachers, well, they like his visit too

Eyecandy

You love his visit, but need to keep the visits kid friendly

'Love you babe' Dick says as he kisses you goodbye

All the kids hoot, which you laugh about

'All right, heads down let's do some work'

Jason:

A vigilante/anti hero dating a high school teacher

Sounds normal

The teenage boys are their usual 🙄 with you

The teenage girls relate to you

One day, Jason comes to pick you up from work as your car broke down

All your students and other teachers were looking

'That's her boyfriend?' One teacher said

'Damn, where can I find one of those?' Another remarked

'Miss y/l/n is packing some heat' a student remarked, you just smiled at everyone as you walked to the car

'Everyone is gonna have questions on Monday' you said as you kissed Jason

'Ah well' Jason smiled back

[yutahoes]

Comfort

main characters: childhood friends! Yuta Nakamoto x Y/N  other characters: class president! Qian Kun word count: 1.3k words genre: fluff, highschool au summary: Highschool is hard. Luckily, Yuta is there to give you comfort. warnings: fake friends, crying, stealing, jealousy, one-sided love inspired by the anime, manga, and J-drama ‘Ao Haru Ride’ 

Czennies’ Anime Boy Birthday Project - Day 4

High school is hard. Complex concepts, growing up, responsibilities, making friends. Why can’t you be in elementary school forever? Maybe you won’t have this hard time dealing with everything in your life. But then again, maybe it was just you. 

Your childhood friend, Yuta, is doing so well in his high school life. He’s famous because of soccer, he has lots of friends, and it seemed like he had everything in his life figured out. Maybe it’s really just you. 

“Y/N, can you keep the class funds for today?” one of your friends asked and you nodded, taking the envelope from her. “The teacher will come to look for it later.” You nodded once again, placing the envelope in between the sheets of your notebook then putting it inside your bag. You also made sure to close your bag when another friend called you for lunch. 

Honestly, you were thankful for the two friends you always hang out with. Without them, you might not survive this hell of high school. 

They went inside the room first since they asked you to buy a drink which you agreed to. A can of coffee fell from the Vendo machine but someone raced you into taking it. “You never drink coffee,” Yuta claimed, getting the can then handing it to you. 

“It’s not mine.” You said before you got another can of coffee which made him shake his head. 

Before you can put the money for your drink, he put in a bill inside the machine. “Choose yours.” You clicked on a strawberry juice and he chuckled before clicking the lemon juice. He held both since you're already holding the two cans of coffee and you smiled at him, thanking him. 

A teacher was already in your classroom, asking you for the class funds. You put down the cans of coffee on your desk and confidently, opened your bag to look for the envelope you put inside. To your surprise, even the notebook is gone. “What happened?” Your friend asked at your panicking state. You even took out all the things inside your bag but the notebook isn’t even there. 

“It’s gone.” You whispered before checking everything. “I put it inside my notebook and now, my notebook is gone.” You tried to explain but the two girls’ looks at you were enough to know that they lost their trust in you. 

The teacher asked you to come with her to the faculty and you reluctantly followed her. She kept asking what happened, where the class fund is, and where you kept it. You explained to her everything that happened yet she only sighed. “I’ll put you on cleaning duty after class for losing the money.” You pursed your lips. “Please be responsible next time.” You nodded. 

Your class group chat is already exploding with messages about how the class fund is lost. Everyone pointing their fingers at you that you just closed your phone and ran behind the school building. You crouched down on the spot just below the window so no one could see you then cried your eyes out. Why does this feel so unfair? Is it your fault that you lost the money when you put it inside your bag? Where did it go? 

“Did the teacher scold you?” You heard someone ask and you hastily wiped your tears. You raised your head up to see Yuta looking at you from the window pane while sipping his lemon juice. “Where did you put the money?” 

You stood up while pouting. “In my notebook.” You said then started crying once again, “Are you not believing me as well? This is so unfair. I didn’t do anything.” 

Voices can be heard approaching the two of you. You saw Yuta reach for you before you felt a hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer. He let you cry on his chest, hiding you from the other students passing in the hallway. 

Yuta tapped your back as you teared up. “You can cry if you feel that it’s unfair but we need to find who did this to you,” he whispered before caressing your hair. You can feel him looking around before stepping backward, “Dry your tears before coming to class, hmm?” He handed you the strawberry milk and you nodded at him. 

The class was in chaos when you came inside, Yuta and the class president were checking all your classmates’ bags that made them revolt. “Why are you doing this, Yuta?” one of your friends asked, holding her bag tightly. “You can’t look at my bag.” 

“Isn’t it your job to hold the class funds today?” Kun asked. “Why would Y/N have the class fund?” 

“Why are you accusing me?” she asked, standing up. “She volunteered to do it.” You did. “It’s her responsibility.” 

“Then why can’t we check your bag?” Yuta asked. She held on to her backpack, tight. “Are you hiding something?”

You went beside her and pulled her bag that startled her. The contents falling to the ground. Although you don’t want to believe it, your notebook was on the pile of her things. The moment you picked it up, the envelope fell which Kun picked. “You really did take it.” 

“I didn’t,” she shouted. “Maybe it was Y/N who put that in my bag.” 

‘What? But I…’

”I was with Y/N taking drinks from the Vendo machine.” Yuta claimed. “You even asked her to buy coffee for the two of you, didn’t you?” He said while pointing at the two girls. This is really unfair. You trusted her. You thought they’re your friends. “Are you happy making someone cry?” You lightly glanced at Yuta, why does he look so agitated? “Shouldn’t you apologize to Y/N?” 

Both girls looked at you with tears in their eyes, apologizing and saying that they’re just jealous. They didn’t explain further but that left you startled. Jealous of what? 

After class, you thanked Kun who helped you but he only laughed. “It was all Yuta’s idea,” he claimed. “That guy might have liked you. I now understand why those girls are jealous of you.” 

You were curious. They’re jealous because of Yuta? Yuta likes you? You shook your head. That’s impossible. “Hey!” someone called, running to where you are. You didn’t realize that the train was already in front of you. “Aren’t you coming in?” Yuta was already inside the train, looking at you confused. 

Just one step and you’ll board the same train as him but you can’t make that step.  

No. He can’t like you, right? You’re friends. It’s just not possible. 

If he rides the train, he doesn’t like you. If he stays, he might like you. 

“I forgot something.” You whispered. The signal that the doors will close came and you closed your eyes. ‘Please get off the train, Yuta.’ 

You heard the distant sound of the departing train followed by someone tapping your shoulder. “Y/N, are you alright?” Yuta. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“Why did you get off?” 

He looked surprised. “You asked me to get off.” What? You did? “Let’s go back to school and get that thing you forgot.” 

It isn’t possible. He doesn’t like you like that. Right? 

You held his hand, stopping him from walking further. “Yuta, thank you for helping me with the funds earlier.” 

He smiled, shaking his head. He stepped forward, tucking a hair behind your ear. “If you want to cry next time, you can come to me. I’ll listen to you, whatever it is.” He hummed and you nodded, thanking him again. “Let’s go back to school.” 

And as he turned his back to you. You realized, you already made the decision you wanted to believe in. 

You don’t care if Yuta likes you now. Because one thing is for sure. 

You like Yuta. 

[akkivee]

somebody got it in their head that i’m unnecessarily critical towards japan from previous posts so, based on my experience visiting japan as part of an exchange program, here’s what i love about japan!!!!

the food!!!! the very first day, my exchange group visited a ramen place in front of our hotel and it has ruined me for ramen anywhere else like it was so rich y’all 😭😭😭 i was a picky eater then so i didn’t experience as much food as i would have liked but my favourite staple had been salmon onigiri and melon bread. and lol there was this veggie juice that tasted like liquified peas and lima beans it was terrible and one of my exchange buddies had dared someone else to drink it and we were treated to a funny spit take lol

the clothes!!!! it’s just a shame i had no sense of fashion then lol but like i went to the shibuya 109 mall!!!! it was so nice and there was this gyaru employee walking back to her store and we were all like 😍 and she winked at us when she heard us get excited about how cute she looked lol and harajuku was really neat as well!!!! we stopped by a lot of vkei/lolita specialty shops and i will never forget those knee high six inch platform boots 😌

speaking of gyarus, the people!!! like any other place on this big ol space rock, there’s an assortment of people on their streets. we visited a few temples and one of them had was hosting another high school trip and unprompted, a group of boys started yelling ‘hello!!!! 😃😃😃’ at us and waving vigorously lol and the mayor of the program’s sister city had spoken to us about anime and whatnot and where he would like to travel!!!! he has a sense of adventure so he wanted to go to places without huge tourist markets and wanted more local experiences

there ain’t no scenery like japanese scenery 😌 we climbed mt. fuji a little bit!!!!! i’d never been to a mountainous place before and i’m really glad my first was mt. fuji like the silence being so high up and being high enough to look down on a forest was something else. on temple visit, we found a turtle!!!! that’s it we just found a turtle slowly making its way to a nearby pond lol

there are a lot of places that suit my interests lol like in the bat&bb minus ichiro post, they were all in akihabara and i recommended visiting there for your weeb needs because i also visited akiba!!!! i bought a handful of merch for the series i was into at the time, khr, and i won a small tsuna keychain figurine in a gachapod machine. later on, a student caught sight of the keychain hanging on my bag i was carrying and couldn’t hold back her excitement as she yelled exactly which version of tsuna my keychain was modelled for lol

being part of the exchange program meant they showed off their traditional customs like tea ceremonies, flower arranging classes, calligraphy and the like and it was very educational!! i sat in seiza the entire ceremony (it was rough on my untrained legs lol), learned less is better for flower arrangements, and i honestly just suck at calligraphy lol like they had elementary school kids manning some of the cultural features being showcased and the piteous look and hum that came from that child when i screwed up ink writing the mountain kanji 山 LMAO 😭

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Toga has a friend who is a UA student. After defeating her, the student risks their life to save her, saying that they still see her as a friend.

Toga simps, come get y’all juice!

Toga x GN!Reader: Friend

Warnings: angst. i nearly cried while writing this so it’s that sad

Rating: SFW

(she’s so cute!)

You and Toga have been friends since elementary school. The two of you have stood up for each other every time someone bullies you two. Toga couldn’t deny that she had a crush on you, but she was so afraid of telling you. When you found out that you got into U.A, she was happy for you but also not at the same time. She wanted you to stay by her side, just like you have when you were kids. 

One night, you were doing a training exercise with the other students at the training camp. You were with some of your friends when all of a sudden, the LoV started attacking. You fought the best you could and won against most of them, but when you saw Toga, you quirk faltered. Toga saw you and tried pushing you away, but Spinner had already stabbed you. Toga and your friends screamed your name as you fell to the ground. Toga quickly ran to you and laid your head on her lap. 

“(Y/N), hey. Look at me,” she said as she tried opening your eyes. You looked at her, your eyes fluttering.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she said on the verge of tears. You summoned up enough strength and cupped her cheek. She placed her hand above yours and leaned into your touch. 

“Y-you’re the best friend anyone could ask for,” you groaned. Toga sobbed softly and kissed your hand. She looked back at you and saw that you had fell limp.

“(Y/N)...(Y/N)!” she said. She tried shaking you awake but you wouldn’t wake up. She looked up and saw your friends and your classmates crying. 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You were my best friend and the person I loved the most,” she sobbed as she hugged your dead body close to her. The LoV soon retreated and Toga locked herself up in her room. She laid on her bed and cried into her pillow. She heard a knock on her door and picked her head up

“Go away!” she said. 

“It’s Dabi. Can I come in?” Toga got up and opened the door. Dabi looked at her and saw that her cheeks and eyes were red and puffy. Dabi held his arms out and she hugged him tight, sobbing into his shirt.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered.

“No. It’s not. I couldn’t protect them,” she whimpered. Dabi gently shushed her and rocked her back and forth. When she started to feel sleepy, Dabi picked her up and brought her to her bed. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead. 

“Get some sleep, okay? Tomorrow, I’ll help you throw a funeral for your friend,” he said. 

“Can you stay with me?” Toga whispered. Dabi nodded and laid next to her. Eventually, the two of them fell asleep, Toga holding him like a teddy bear.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ SUGAWARA KOUSHI & OIKAWA TOORU AS DADS HEADCANONS ! ❞

✎ . . . i'm happy that your requests are open ! and for dad headcanons?? i am right here to serve my braincells for you ma'am. what about dad! sugawara & kenma? thank you in advance 🤓😘

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

✎ . . . will you please write about oikawa, bokuto, and sugawara as dads?? :>

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <3 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ sugawara koushi & oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

✎ . . . DAD HEADCANONS.

[ BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ MIYA ATSUMU VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . reposted because tumblr took it off?? ugh n e ways happy birthday again to my boy sugawara😔✋

SUGAWARA KOUSHI.

➜ before the arrival of your daughter, mans was totally cool about it; also ecstatic to say the least, he wanted to have a family for you for a long, long time, and when he finally has the chance to start it with you ─ he couldn't help but cry and be so soft on the spot with just the thought of it

➜ but he also couldn't help but be doubtful, doubtful of himself ─ will be a good enough father? will he be able to teach his daughter the important virtues in life? will his daughter even love him?

➜ but in the midst of those thoughts were you, reassuring him multiple times, that, if there was any man that you could think of, of being the father of your children ─ that man would be him, and only him

➜ ngl right now, mans wanted to give you another one after you said that 💀

➜ and when your first child was delivered, he was so encouraging and supportive of you, would whisper reassurance and words of affermations saying how great you were, how he was so blessed for having you.

➜ remember those doubts he had? all those thoughts fully dissapeared when your baby wrapped her fingers around his thumb for the first time, and suga couldn't help but cry ─ from joy? definitely, from satisfaction that you guys created this angel? of course. and relief? yeah, probably.

➜ sugawara doesn't want to spoil your daughter since he wants your daughter to know the importance of money and doesn't want her to end up being a brat

➜ but sometimes ,,, he couldn't just help it okay? ☹

➜ in the first months of parenting with sugawara, he was anything but the perfect dad but you could really see the parental instincts in him

“ kohana, come to daddy ” your husband, koushi, stretched his arms towards your daughter of five years; kneeling on the floor as you sat across from him, kneeling as well.

➜ as your daughter slowly waddled over to sugawara with a blank yet adorable chubby face, sugawara was overjoyed, to say the least.

“ yes waddle over to daddy ─ ”

➜ well, until your daughter cheekily ran across the opposite side, to you. as if flowers of many kinds surrounded her, she glided onto your surprised arms as you instinctively open tour arms out for her, a shocked laugh was heard from you.

➜ 💀💀💀

➜ your husband's jaw DROPPED Y'ALL😭✋ LET ME JUST AHHH

➜ kohana definitely got her wittiness and cheekiness from her koushi, and maybe some from you as well.

➜ sugawara let out an offended scoff as he got up so fast to chase your daughter around the house, as your daughter shrieked in fear and excitement as she waddled all over the place

➜ ugh IM SO SOFT RN, NO ONE TOUCHHHH MEEEE😡

➜ and when kohana was out with her with her aunty kiyoko and uncles daichi and asahi, sugawara was feeling a bit ,,, spicy that night that hey, why not create another one with you👉👈

➜ let's just say, while your daughter was eating caramel apples with her aunt & uncles, you were getting dic ked down by sugawara phew chile

➜ and after a few months, your son, shin was born & damn did sugawara love him

➜ unlike your daughter, your son is such a sweetie uGHHHH

➜ and loved his dad so much, is the calm and collected one while he had your hair and suga's eyes

➜ while the squad™ ; daichi, kiyoko & asahi would come to your house with every chance they get just to see your little ones and maybe even bring theirs as a playdate for shin & kohana

➜ ugh next gen typa thingz💅

➜ would play volleyball with them, but with a softer one that's a bit more kid-friendly

➜ being almost total opposites, shin and kohana would often bicker, kohana being the one to provock the fight and shin just straight up spitting facts, 6/10 of the time would win over his older sister

➜ periodt

➜ and if fights would get too much, sugawara would bONKK💥🔨 your children ( like those times where suga just fu cking bOnKs his teammates. )

➜ yeah that

➜ mans rarely gets mad and phew ,, if he ever does i just have nothin, NOTHIN to say😶

“ i HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS, WHEN MY MOTHER YELLS LIKE THIS IT'S BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME. ”

➜ he'll never be angry at them for too long though

➜ but mostly, he'll just be disappointed rather than mad

➜ and honestly that hurts more

➜ since sugawara is an elementary school teacher, he'd often tell stories about your guys' children with his students

➜ like THAT ONE TEACHER THAT JUST TALKS ABOUT THEIR LIVES AND FORGETS ABOUT CLASS

➜ UGH WE STANNNN

➜ it became an actual thing with his students that they would every now and then ask about them

➜ would have such a strong foundation built from trust, respect and just love with his children

➜ honestly you'd fallen all over again with him BECAUSE HE'S SO UGSHHSHSH

➜ HUSBAND MATERIAL

➜ SANAOL LIKE CAN'T RELATE LMAO

➜ baking !!

➜ this is one of suga's past times, and even before you guys were even married, y'all would have at-home dates and just bake

➜ and it just gradually became a thing with your children every time anyone just wants to bake something.

➜ and most of the time would end up messing up the kitchen and covered in flour

➜ 11/10 dad, may not be the most perfect dad but your kids could never ask for anyone else but him.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ it started off as a joke, he couldn't really remember when it all started but he would always say that you would be such a good mother whenever you would take care of him when he's injured himself or just scold him whenever he keeps over working himself

➜ but after a few years and oikawa would never have thought that he wanted to actually have a child or two with you, it started off when he would spend a few hours until pass midnight to watch cute baby videos

➜ like why was he there?? HE WAS JUST WATCHING BUZZFEED UNSOLVED A FEW MINUTES AGO LMAO WHAT

➜ and his eyes would linger onto your sleeping figure ontop of his body, face nuzzled as he could feel your nose tickle his torso.

➜ he couldn't help but play along with the thoughts of having a child with you ─ to start a family with you.

➜ you guys were already living together at argentina, and you've support him through and through with everything he has pursued in his life, and what else was stopping him from starting a family with you?

➜ yes, his schedule may be a bit busy but he had always given more than enough time to you, what hurt may it cause if he had another person to dedicate his attention as well? someone that's the perfect mixture of the love of his life and himself.

➜ and when oikawa has already set something on his mind ─ mans would always get what he wants

➜ if i were you, i'd give him anything he wants ngl

➜ just saying y'all😳✋

➜ it didn't take him a hot second to make you agree to it, and before he knew it he fell in love all over again on the bundle of joy he held on his hands

➜ would pepper you with kisses even if you were tired from giving birth, saying how proud he was of you and how beautiful the child you both created

➜ like duh, it was yours and tooru's child, your guys' baby will be a HEARTBREAKER WITH THOSE LOOKS😡

“ tooru !! ” you exclaimed as you saw your husband hold out a strawberry lollipop to your daughter while holding her with his other arm, as your daughter was ready to bite it ─ MANS REALLY SAID NO❌ RIGHTS✅😤 AND PULLED IT AWAY WHILE LAUGHING BEFORE PUTTING IT IN HIS MOUTH

➜ i'm so sorry i just ─

➜ while your daughter LOOKED SO OFFENDED WHEN SHE STARED SO HARD AT HIM LIKE

➜ THIS BITCH REALLY HAD IT COMING FOR HIM

➜ before your daughter just straight up cried right then and there while tooru's eyes widdened and tried apologizing to his daughter

“ aiko baby i'm so sorry ─  ” until your daughter slapped the lollipop from his mouth

➜ while oikawa just had that blank stare

➜ while you're trying not laugh so much because you KNOW his ego was shattered as she held her arms out for you, making grabby hands until you took her off from her father's hold

➜ oikawa : i hate it here😙😍💅

➜ aiko : it's what he deserves :)

➜ but when your daughter grew up, she ADORED HER FATHER, she would be the first to to the door whenever her father comes back from tournaments, your two younger sons, akiro and haruki would follower right after her chasing each other out

➜ oikawa still dresses her up even if she wasn't a seven year old anymore

➜ aiko is a daddy's girl and that's on periodt😡💅

➜ while aiko had tooru's playful and big dumb b energy, and your your hair and his eyes

➜ your oldest son, akiro, got your personality, and eyes but his father's hair

➜ and your youngest son, haruki, has both your eyes and hair and is a mix of yours and tooru's personality

➜ and it wasn't only aiko which held her father at such a good light that if she told him that ─ mans will be over the moon

➜ but also your two sons which found themselves loving and dedicating their love towards volleyball just like their father

➜ watching his games is a must !!

➜ his ego would not only be ASTRONOMICAL

➜ and just the overall overwhelming motivation had him serving 4 service aces in a row on periodttt

➜ your three kids would fight over who could scream the loudest in the stands for their father

➜ when he's away and your children would have those missing him hours™😔✋ oikawa would always try and contact you guys three times a day and everynight he'd be telling you guys how practice was and would also ask you guys how your days was.

➜ would teach his kids to FLIRT LMAO💀

➜ but will never fail teaching them that they should treat woman with RESPEKT ( and just overall everyone?? not just of their gender it's just because of idk??MANNERS ? )

➜ oikawa : *drinks his respect wamen juice.*

➜ ohoho but if his daughter ever starts having boy crushes MANS WOULD BE ALL POUTY

“ but loovveee ,, ” tooru drags out

“ our daughter is starting to date, what happened to marrying daddy one day? ”

“ tooru we're already married. ”

➜ you're tHIS👌 CLOSE TO DIVORCING HIS ASS

➜ you : i should have gone for the best friend instead

➜ IM JOKING YOU LOVE HIM A LOT

➜ beach volleyball !!

➜ after seeing how good beach volleyball taught hinata, giving him advantages in the indoor court, he wanted his child to as well

➜ or normal backyard volleyball will do

➜ just like with his teammates, oikawa is able to bring out the best in your children

➜ just a 11/10 dad, he may not always be with you guys because of volleyball but he'd always make time for you guys and would never neglect and forsake you guys

[fictionadventurer]

Thoughts on "the comedy genius of the first 100 episodes of the pbs' Arthur series"?

I really, truly believe that the early seasons of this children’s show can stand among the great sitcoms of American history. It pains me to see the Internet reduce it to stupid memes, because this show deserves to be recognized for its high-quality humor. It might be aimed at elementary-age children, but it’s full of jokes that would be funny enough for any adult sitcom. The jokes range from sharp to satirical to just plain silly, but they’re never anything that’s inappropriate for the children watching, which takes talent.

Some of my favorite categories of jokes include:

The one-liners. This show is intensely quotable, and to this day, my adult siblings and I will come up with quotes fitting to any given situation. D.W. is an excellent source of these, but the show’s humor, ranging from dry to sassy to just plain silly, provides quotations from all the characters that are useful for all sorts of situations.

The background jokes. The early seasons are filled with visual or audio gags that provide extra hilarity if you take notice of it. One of my favorites was the time that Arthur’s parents watched Extreme Knitting on television, showing two old ladies knitting massive scarves beneath a digital clock keeping time like it’s a sporting event. The other major example is “D.W. Gets Lost”, where the store’s overhead announcements are unfailingly hilarious. (”Books without vowels now half-price.” “Carbonated milk. It’s the drink that puts you to sleep, and burps you, too.” “Chocolate-covered cabbage. The dessert that makes you go, “Blech.”)

The parodies. The early-season writers were masters at writing parodies that were funny even if you didn’t know what they were parodying. One of the prime examples is “Buster Hits the Books”. As Buster tries to find a book he likes, he reads things that are parodies of everything from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory to Dr. Seuss, which capture the spirit of the story while making a segment where the jokes stand on their own. I had no clue what “The Jolly Jollisters” was a parody of (until about a year ago, when to my great delight, I stumbled upon “The Happy Hollisters”), but that didn’t stop the segment from being funny. The parodies here are funny without being mean-spirited; they poke fun without lazily relying on references. They have heart and intelligence like all good parodies should.

The adult jokes. Not the “we secretly put some innuendo in here” type of adult jokes. I’m talking the types of jokes that fit more adult concerns; they don’t take away from the humor for the kids, but add something extra for the grown-ups watching. One of my favorite examples is the family reunion episode, when all the adults are playing charades. The team fails to guess the clues Arthur’s pseudo-intellectual uncle gives, and he says, “It’s Over the Bridges of Medieval Paris.” “We said pick a popular book.” “Well, all my friends have read it.” 

That’s just jokes. What about stories? My favorite episodes to bring up when I say that Arthur can stand up against any sitcom are two Joe Fallon classics:

“D.W. Goes to Washington”: This episode is great gag after great gag. 

We start out with the hilarity of Arthur remembering all the terrible vacations that D.W. has chosen before, such as “Share a Sundae with Santa”, which turned out to be a guy who put a false-front igloo on his house, comes out in a half-torn-off fake beard and a tank top, and says, “Didn’t you bring a sundae? How can you share a sundae with Santa if you don’t bring a sundae to Santa?”

Then we get D.W. snarking at every single attraction in Washington D.C. (”Oh, look, another closed door. We could have stayed at home and locked each other out of the bathroom. It would have looked just like this.”)

And we finish off with gags coming from the Secret Service. (”Her name is D.W.” “That’s it? Initials? You didn’t give the kid a whole name?”).

Yes, it’s an implausible plot, but I maintain that any sitcom would kill to have jokes this sharp.

“The Rat Who Came to Dinner”: Mr. Ratburn is staying with Arthur’s family. (Oh, the horror!). The classic plot of “Oh, no, the teacher has a life outside of school” is full of hilarity.

We have one liners: “Is it true what Arthur says about you hating all children?” (Strong contender for my favorite line in the entire show).

We have silly imagine spots as Arthur considers what it’ll be like to have the teacher there: “Are you doing homework?” “I’m taking a bath!” “I’m sliding a waterproof pad under the door. Write the names of the continents in order of size.”

We have parodies, like when Arthur desperately turns to educational television: “Today, we watch grass grow, in real time.”

We have character moments: “I couldn’t help overhearing, because D.W. handed me this juice can and told me to listen.” (He says while holding out string-and-can phone.)

It doesn’t matter that this plot is based around an elementary student’s concerns. These jokes are just plain funny.

Like any show, there are weak episodes mixed in with the strong ones, but the early seasons have a relatively high level of quality. It gets a little rockier as the seasons go on, but I’ve long considered the 100th episode to be a decent dividing line between the good and bad eras of the show. The 100th episode two-parter (which is excellent) occurs in the middle of Season 7 (aired in 2002).  Some terrible episodes occur early in that season, and a few classics air after that. Once Season 8 hits, though, there’s a painfully obvious drop in quality. The good episodes stop being the norm and start being exceptions. The characters stop being endearing and start being annoying (do not get me started on the wrong done to Muffy). The parodies become lazy and trite, and the jokes are few and far between. However, the terrible decline of the show does not erase the roughly-seven seasons of high-quality children’s comedy that came before it. This was a smart show, a funny show, that also contained some good lessons for children. It really doesn’t get much better than that.

[glitterge1pen]

☽My Hero Masterlist ☾

Hawks/Keigo Takami (BNHA) 

✧ Big Bird

1,336 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

The reader doesn't think anything about jokingly calling Keigo “Big Bird” but it ends up sticking

✧ Stars Hollow Esque

2,740 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

The Pro-Hero Basket Banquet is approaching and reader is invited. Lots of sandwich talk.

✧ Pink Ink

1,930 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader is an elementary school teacher and just wants to throw a good Valentines Day party for their students.

✧ What Station Is Playing?

1,623 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

There is kinda dancing. A lil tension.

✧ When You Open A Pudding Cup Is It Loud?

1,683 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

You get to feed him pudding :) I really am a simple creature.

✧ Omg R U Taking A Nap Rn?

2,335 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Napping together, sleeping on the couch, and of course I would not be me without a face washing scene.

✧ The Eternal And Inherit Romanticism Of An Apple Orchard

1,331 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Apples and piggyback rides and big hats.

✧ Be Honest With Me How Many Animal Crossing Hours Do You Have Logged?

3,398 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

The reader and Keigo both live on an animal crossing island. There is a tarot reading.  Fruit.

✧ Goodbye Winter

1,184 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Throwing a mean old snowball and rolling on the ground in the cold. Catching snowflakes. OMG TOTALLY MISSED OUT BLOWING A SNOWFLAKE FROM HIS EYELASHES NOOOOOOOO

✧ Strawberry Juice Kissing And GirlsGoGames Nostalgia

1,373 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Keigo is going to miss the brunch you're hosting and offers to come over early .

✧ What Is That? A Basketball? 

431 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader, headcanons 

Okay but NBA? Keigo in the NBA? Keigo playing basketball?????? 

✧ What? Lol? Omg? You’re at my doorstep? And you’re drunk? What? Lol? Thats crazy?

1,450 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Keigo is drunk and you give him ibuprofen and tell him to shut up. 

✧ A House Up High 

2,339 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader 

Reader moves up to an old mountain house and Keigo helps them fix the place up. 

✧ The Crescent Hotel 

5,428 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader stumbles upon Keigo at work and has no choice but to help and eventually befriend him. 

✧ Click, Click, Know What You’re Looking For

7,961 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader is a photographer and working with Hawks proves to be more difficult than expected.

✧ But Is He An International Pop Sensation?

4,526 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

OMG! You are a makeup artists? AND by god! What is this? You are very close to a particular client! 

✧ What If You Were The Crazy Cat Neighbor? 

5,282 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader uses their quirk to fix toys. Hawks makes an appearance in their shop one day and cute shenanigans ensue. 

✧  Lets Watch Murder Mystery TV and Listen To 80s Music 

7,652 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader has a unique quirk that they are not that good at using. Hawks enlists them to help him on a mission and they both get more than they could expect. 

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Suneater/Tamaki Amajiki (BNHA)

✧ Chocoflan And Late Night Grocery Runs

1,304 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader and Tamaki make cake, take a nap and hold hands on the bus. 

✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA) 

✧ Um Hello? Roadtrip Bonding?

717 words, Fluff?, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

A short little piece about driving with Shoto and tuning the radio. 

✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁

Eraserhead/Shouta Aizawa (BNHA) 

✧ Candy Apples, Pie, The Fall Festival 

2,205 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

You and Aizawa run the candy apple stand at the school fall festival. 

✧ Sir, This Is An Emancipated Youth

958 words, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader is a student at UA and gets a visit from Aizawa. 

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Dabi/Touya Todoroki (BNHA) 

✧ You Like Pizzelles? 

3,774 words, Fluff, x Reader, sfw, gender neutral reader

Reader runs a bakery and has a returning costumer. 

✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁❀✿❁

[tsuu-mikii]

glued

chapter one

masterlist

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People were always shocked when they found out that Eren Jaeger was your best friend. You were polar opposites, like fire and water. You were level headed and responsible, while he was rash and had a tendency to mouth off.

You’d met when he transferred into your third grade class. His almost permanent scowl and extreme competitive spirit had kept most of the class away from him, but your stubborn empathy wouldn’t let you leave the boy friendless and alone, and you found yourself sitting down next to him at lunch a few weeks after his arrival.

After offering him a juice box as a peace offering, you managed to get him to talk to you. And the rest was history. The two of you just worked. You balanced each other out.

“Eren, how many times do I have to tell you that you cannot use a comma right there?” you huffed, dragging your hands down your face as you attempted to tutor the teal eyed boy you called your best friend.

Eren groaned, scrunching his face and leaning back against the wall behind your bed, “Not all of us can be English majors with genius writing skills.”

“I am the best.” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him. He rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, his phone pinged. Judging by the childlike smile he grew, you could tell it was his mom.

“Tell Mama Jaeger I said hi!” you said, flitting your eyes across what he’d completed on his paper so far and inserting edits he needed to make.

He rolled his eyes but continued typing, “Y’know, sometimes I think you like my mom more than you like me.”

You brought your hand to your chin faux pensively, “Well, she does give me snacks whenever I come over…”

He shoved you playfully before pushing his phone back into his pocket, “You’re evil.”

He turned his eyes back onto his laptop screen, taking in the slew of markups you’d added to it. His face soured, his expression of happiness immediately turning into one of confusion.

You laughed before shutting his laptop, “Why don’t we call it quits for today’s session, yeah? Don’t you have a party to get to? It’s a Saturday night.”

He gave you a pointed look, “You’re being judgy right now, y/n, I can feel it. Don’t be judgy.”

“I am not being judgy! You already know I don’t care about how many girls you hook up with.” you replied with a gentle shove of his arm.

He frowned but didn’t say anything further, opting to stand up from your bed and straighten out his clothes.

As he stood there before you, you couldn’t help but take in his appearance. You’d known Eren since elementary school, and it would be a lie to say he hadn’t changed. His brown locks had grown long enough to tie into a small bun, his jawline had become more defined, his previously scrawny arms had become defined with lean muscles and his ears were riddled with piercings.

Your best friend was attractive, and everyone knew it. Despite the tiny remnant of feelings for him that lingered from your childhood, you’d never truly judge him for living his life the way he wanted to. It wasn’t your place. That didn’t stop you from poking fun at him, though.

The silence of the room was comfortable as he packed his things, and after collecting all his belongings and securing them in his bag he turned to face you.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with?” he asked with a small smile.

You snorted, “And watch you and your little frat friends get shitfaced? I’ll pass.”

You pulled him into a brief hug, the gesture natural to the both of you, “You have fun, though. And stay safe! I mean it.”

He chuckled and gave you a two finger salute, “I promise to be on my best behavior, Captain.”

You rolled your eyes before ushering him out the door. “And don’t forget to finish your paper!” you shouted to him as he retreated down the hall. You knew him too well, and could already tell that come tomorrow morning he’d be calling you to bring him a detox and food because of his hangover. 

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It was around 1 am when your cell phone rang, ripping your attention away from the random Netflix original that played on your TV. You quickly grabbed it to see Eren’s contact photo occupying the screen. Without hesitation, you slid the call button to answer.

“Hello?”

“Uh, y/n?” a voice that definitely wasn’t Eren’s replied.

“Jean?” you asked, realizing that the mysterious caller was a fellow member of Eren’s fraternity.

“You remembered! Anyway, your idiot’s way more drunk than usual. Like about to pass out drunk. Can you come get him before he pukes on someone?”

You heard a retching sound in the background, followed by a shriek.

“Too late,” you could practically hear his cringe through the speaker, “So will you come get him?”

You sighed, “I’m on my way.”

Disconnecting the call, you made quick work of replacing the pajama shorts you were wearing with leggings and shrugging on an oversized hoodie you’d stolen from Eren in high school. You slipped out of the door quietly, careful not to wake your roommate.

Despite your anger at having to leave your dorm so late at night, you couldn’t help but feel a pit of worry settle at the bottom of your stomach. He was by no means a lightweight, so him getting drunk enough to hurl meant that he went way overboard. Something he only did when he had something big bothering him. It honestly stung a bit that he hadn’t shared anything with you, despite him having been in your dorm for hours before he left for the party.

You shook the negative thoughts from your head as you approached the frat house. Before you could even knock on the door it swung open, revealing an absolutely trashed Eren being held up by a very pissed off Jean.

Jean tapped Eren’s cheek with an annoying grunt, “Oi Jaeger, your friend is here.”

You winced as he transferred his weight onto your shoulders, “Sorry about him.”

“Don’t be. He was in here whining all night about how some lady friend doesn’t like him back, feel sorry for her.”

You frowned, having been unaware that he was interested in someone. Even though you swore your feelings for him had fizzled out in the tenth grade, you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your chest.

You plastered on a small smile regardless, “Later, Jean. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

He returned the smile and nodded before returning to the party.

After several unsuccessful attempts at walking, you nudged Eren with a scowl, “Eren, I need you to use your legs too.”

He mumbled incoherently and let out what sounded like a whine before ultimately complying with your request.

Halfway through your trek back to the dorms, he began to speak.

“Why doesn’t she like me back?” he mumbled drunkenly into your shoulder.

Your heart rate quickened and you sped up your stride, desperate to reach his dorm.

“What?”

“I like her so much. But she just thinks of me as a friend. She doesn’t even care when I hang out with other girls.”

“Eren what are you talking about?” you asked, heart practically in your throat at this point.

He looked at you, eyes piercing, “I’m in love with her.”

You were outside his dorm by now and you weren’t sure if you wanted to dump him on his bed and run or grill him for questions while he was still in his drunken stupor.

You chose the former.

You made quick work of removing his shoes, laying him down and covering him with a blanket. As you turned to exit he caught your wrist, holding you back.

“Stay?” he asked, eyes closed and speech still a bit slurred.

You shook your head, “Absolutely not. You’re drunk.”

He frowned and shook his head, pulling your hand up to his face, “Not like that. I just want you to stay.”

You sighed, it was always hard to say no to him, “Fine, but only until you fall asleep.”

He hummed contently in response as you sat on the little empty space left on his dorm bed. As you ran your fingers through his silky brown hair you couldn’t help but think about what he’d told you. Who was he in love with? Did you know her? When did he meet her? Why did it hurt so bad?

Despite your best efforts, you found yourself dozing off, mind still swimming with unanswered questions.

Four hours later you awoke, still in Eren’s bed. You quickly shot up to leave, only to be stopped by the weight of his muscular arm pinning you in place. He had always been grabby in his sleep, and when coupled with the fact that he worked out five times a week, it was almost impossible to get out of his grip.

Luckily for you, years of being his friend had made you relatively good at escaping him, and with a little effort you carefully removed his arm from you and slid a pillow into your place.

You quickly slid your shoes back on and dashed out the door, not even breathing until you were in the hall. Your heart was pounding as you exited his building and made your way to your own. Luckily it was early, so the only people around were a spattering of students trekking back from parties.

You reached your dorm with little fanfare and quietly slid in, kicking your shoes off and sliding down the door. You massaged your temples and screwed your eyes shut, why did it bother you so much that he liked someone else. You’d long passed the point of being a lovesick puppy over him.

“Y/n, is that you?” your roommate grumbled sleepily, not moving from her spot on her bed, “It’s like, 5 am, go back to bed.”

Her ears had always been sharp, but you were still surprised the little noise you’d made had woken her up. “Sorry, Sasha.”

She simply mumbled in response before going right back to snoring.

You climbed into your bed after stripping from the hoodie and leggings you’d put on and settling back into your pajamas from earlier. Despite your efforts, you couldn’t sleep a wink, your thoughts consumed by Eren’s words.

Who was he in love with?

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a/n: hey besties! just wanted to get the cross posting out of the way first lmao. hope y’all enjoyed !