#popular guy who look like he's got it together but it's just a facade to hide the abuse

[meliohy]

I'm trying to play spot the differences with Ivantill and Tianshan and I'm failing

[artiststarme]

Steve had spent his entire life trying to be perfect. He tried to be the perfect son with sports and popularity, he even tried his best with his grades which was evident until his first major concussion. He tried to be the perfect friend to Carol and Tommy H., even the basketball teams and other jocks, by providing free rides, parties in his house, and being a listening ear for their teenage drama. He even tried to be the best Steve he could be after the popularity faded and the demons from the shadows of Hawkins emerged. Nothing was ever enough.

He wasn’t a good enough son that deserved not to be ignored or neglected by his parents. He wasn’t a good enough student to be allowed to get into a good college or even a local community one. He wasn’t a good enough friend to the people in High School and that’s why they left him.

Through everything though, he thought he was a good person afterwards. He helped the kids the best he could, he protected them with his life, and he would do anything to ensure the survival of everyone in the Party. He knew he was good at that.

Or he thought so until he saw Eddie wasting away in a hospital bed with handcuffs on his wrists and blood soaking through the bandages on the mauled skin of his chest. He tried his best to be a good friend that could support the Party until Dustin broke his heart into splinters for something he couldn’t predict.

“You were so jealous of Eddie that you gave him the most dangerous job?! You knew how harmful the demobats were and you sent him there for a reason! That’s why you didn’t let him go with you, you wanted Eddie to die!”

After all he’d done to be good, to be the person people could count on, to be perfect; he still wasn’t enough. The kids still looked at him as the mean boy of the town and if the kids did, what did the others think?

Did Mrs. Byers still see him as the teenage dirtbag that got into a fight with her son and got him arrested?

Did Hopper still see him as the scoundrel that drank underage and threw parties that upset the neighbors in Loch Nora?

How did Nancy see him? She was the person who actually saw him at his worst, the one who opened his eyes to his failures. Did she still see him as the guy that he never wanted to be?

Steve had worked so hard his entire life to be what everyone else always wanted him to be. He hid so deeply beneath fake masks and facades that he didn’t even know who he truly was anymore, he didn’t know if he ever had.

All he knew was that after their latest run-in with the Upside Down, he went home to an empty house. He ignored the broken glass and the damage caused by the earthquake. He only focused on the fact that everyone else was currently with their families. His parents were who knows where doing who knows what but they were together, the only family they had ever wanted.

Robin was at her place with her family, her parents probably doting on her after worrying for so many days. They’d let Steve in but he didn’t want to intrude more than he’d already had. Nancy and Mike were with their parents, Jonathan, Will, and El were with Joyce and Hopper, Lucas and Erica were with the Sinclairs and Max, and Dustin was with Mrs. Henderson and Mews II. Even Eddie in a pain-induced state of unconsciousness was with Mr. Munson.

Despite all of his efforts to be perfect, to be deserving of love and pride, Steve was still alone. He’d worked for years to be someone worth loving, hell, someone worth tolerating, and it still wasn’t enough. All he had were his friends in the Party and after his talk, nay the lecture, from Dustin, he wasn’t even sure he had them. If he didn’t have them, what did he have?

Depression, PTSD, chronic debilitating migraines, night terrors, and scars?

What was the point of anything if that’s all he had? Did he really want to stick around to find out just for things to worsen like they always did?

After years and years of trying to be perfect, Steve realized he never truly would be. The night he got back to his house after watching the rest of his friends reconnect with their families, he packed up the Beemer and left Hawkins in the rear view.

He was sick of the expectations, the disappointments, and trying to reach a standard he could never sustain.

He left his heart behind wrought with guilt at leaving the Party without any notice and leaving before he knew Munson would be alright but he had no choice. If he didn’t have the kids, he had nothing and that was something he couldn’t face.

[eu-nicola]

best friends

sinopsis: Rafe and you had been feeling a certain attraction for a long time, even before he started dating your best friend, something that bothered you because you thought there had been some progress between the two of you but apparently that had been an invention of yours

warnings: Infidelity

author's note: english is not my first language

word count: 4787

mention: @rafegf-real

The party was full of lights and laughter, but you were alone in a corner, watching Rafe and his girlfriend from a distance. You felt a mix of emotions that were hard to ignore, something that had started a long time ago, even before you and Rafe were what anyone would call friends. Those were the moments when you wondered if there was really something between you or if you had just misinterpreted his looks and words over the years.

You had known Rafe since you were both children. Your parents and his were always close; family dinners, shared vacations, afternoons at the pool, were a constant in your life. Rafe had always been there, with that trusting look and that smile that seemed to promise that everything would be okay. But there was something else between you, something subtle and yet indisputable. It could have been the way your eyes met, the way he seemed to pay special attention to what you said, or just the times when your hands would brush against each other and neither of you seemed able to pull them away right away.

You got along with him, very well, in fact. You were one of the few people in his life who could make him laugh, who could see past his confident, popular-guy facade, discovering the young man who still felt incomplete, who was looking for something more. Yet he always saw you as “the friend,” the little sister in his circle. Even though you were only two years apart, sometimes that gap seemed huge, especially when he started dating other girls and eventually when he started dating her: your best friend.

It was a shock. It took you weeks to come to terms with it, and even now, seeing them together, your stomach turned. You thought there was something between you, something real, even if it had never been said outright. You couldn’t help but think back to that night, a few months ago, when you were alone, closer than anyone would have thought possible. It was at another party, where you had both had too much to drink. You had ended up on the back porch, under the moonlight, talking about dreams and fears, things you rarely shared with others. When your eyes met in a complicit silence, you felt that something had changed, and for a moment, you thought he had felt it too.

However, that night passed without further ado. You returned home, carrying a whirlwind of emotions and hopes. You believed, with all your heart, that this was progress, that finally something between you was going to change. But then, just a few weeks later, he told you that he had started dating your friend. That same friend you had known all your life, who was always there for you and had now become a constant presence in Rafe’s world. You felt a pang of betrayal, though you couldn’t blame her; after all, you never told him how you felt about him.

At first you tried to back away a little, give him space, and at the same time, protect yourself from what seemed like emotions that were impossible to control. But life in the town was small, meetings were inevitable, and the friendship between you was something you both refused to let go of, like an invisible rope that always kept you tied together. Rafe, as always, acted naturally, even when you struggled to keep your composure. The way he looked at you, the way he laughed with you, was a constant reminder of what could have been, of what you once imagined you had.

Over time, you learned to put up with it, or at least pretend you did. You convinced yourself that those glances, those accidental touches, meant nothing, that maybe it had all been your invention. You didn't want to admit that this attraction, which was there, latent, was affecting you more than you wanted. But at the same time, how could you ignore it when every time you saw him?, you felt the air grow heavy, your hands tremble slightly.

Rafe had always been this confusing. At times he made you think that you were special to him too, that there was more to you than just friendship. There were details, little things, like when he held you longer than necessary, or when he looked for you in a crowd to make sure you were okay. But then, just when you thought things could go to another level, he would back off, treating you like always, like a younger sister or a friend.

That night, as you watched the couple from a distance, you tried to understand what it was that kept you trapped. Was it him? Was it the memories of those nights when they seemed to share something that no one else saw? Or was it simply the inability to let go of the idea that they could have been something more? As Rafe laughed and talked to his girlfriend, a feeling of emptiness washed over you. You had tried hard not to let him see what you were feeling, to be the loyal and strong friend, the one who was there for him, even when it meant putting your own feelings aside.

But now, you were beginning to realize that that attraction, as much as you tried to deny it, was still alive. Maybe you had always known that it wasn't reciprocated, that he only saw you as a friend, but that didn't make it any easier.

The sand beneath your feet felt soft and cool as you watched the party going on around you. You looked away from Rafe and his girlfriend, trying to focus on something else.

It was then that a boy, tall and dark-eyed, approached you. He had a friendly smile and a curious look, as if he had already noticed you before he approached. You didn't remember seeing him before, so you assumed he was friends with one of the boys in the group. You were surprised when he started talking, introducing himself with a confident and friendly tone.

"Do you mind if I stay with you for a while?" he said, with a crooked smile. "I'm new to the group, and it seems you're one of the few people who isn't too busy to chat."

You smiled, grateful for the distraction. The conversation flowed immediately, and you found yourself laughing and relaxing with each passing minute. After a few moments, the boy, whose name was Ben, looked at you and said,

"Would you like to dance?"

You accepted the invitation, and the two of you made your way to a space by the campfire, where the music was louder. Ben put a hand on your waist and began to move to the beat of the music. You felt comfortable, almost completely forgetting about Rafe and his presence.

But then, as if something had changed in the air, you noticed a shadow approaching. Turning, you saw Rafe walking towards you, his face tense. His eyes were fixed on you and Ben, and, without saying a single word, he took your hand, gently pulling you away from him.

“What are you doing?” you asked, surprised and annoyed. Ben looked at him too, confused.

“Can we talk?” Rafe murmured, barely giving Ben a look of recognition. His tone was serious, and you could see that something was bothering him.

“I’m busy,” you replied, crossing your arms. But Rafe didn’t seem willing to take no for an answer. He moved you a few steps away, just enough so that Ben couldn’t hear the conversation.

“That guy is not for you,” he said, looking at you intensely.

You laughed, incredulous. “Excuse me? Since when do you get to decide who is or isn’t good for me?”

Rafe sighed, as if he was frustrated. “I’m serious. I know guys like him, he’s just messing with you.”

You glared at him, feeling indignation rising in your chest. “And how do you know what’s good for me? Rafe, I remind you that I don’t butt into your relationship, so you have no right to do this.”

Rafe blinked, a spark of something indecipherable crossing his eyes. “It’s different. You’re my best friend. I’m here to take care of you.”

You laughed bitterly. “Best friend? That sounds nice coming from someone who left me alone all night. Sure, I’m your friend now because it suits you, right? What’s wrong, can’t you stand someone else paying attention to me?”

He was silent for a moment, as if your words had thrown him off balance. You could see his jaw tense, and his eyes seemed to darken.

“This has nothing to do with that,” he muttered. “I’m just saying that that boy is no good for you.”

You looked him straight in the eyes, anger bubbling in your chest. “If you’re such a good friend, where were you when I spent the whole night alone while you had fun with her? You didn’t bother to come over even once. But of course, now that someone else is paying attention to me, here you are, deciding what’s good or not for me.”

Rafe put a hand to his hair, exasperated. “It’s not like that, and you know it,” he said, but he seemed unsure.

“No, Rafe. I don’t know anything about what you think. I’m always here, in the background, waiting… and you always make it a point to remind me that I’m just that, a friend, but you know what? I’m tired of you playing protect me when you don’t even know what I need.”

Rafe looked like he was about to say something, but you turned around, feeling your cheeks burn with anger. You walked back to the bonfire, towards the center of the party, leaving Rafe behind you. The tension in the air was palpable, but you decided to ignore it. You went back to find Ben, determined to enjoy the night.

Ben greeted you with a wide smile, no questions asked, and you resumed dancing as if nothing had happened. The music permeated your entire body, and you began to move to the rhythm of the songs, letting the atmosphere relax a little of the tension you still felt in your chest.

As you twirled and laughed, with Ben gently holding you by the waist, your eyes caught something out of the corner of your eye: Rafe, a few steps away, watching you. He was with his girlfriend, who seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he was watching you. In fact, she seemed more focused on talking to her friends and posing for photos, while he stood still by her side, never taking his eyes off you.

Every time you tried to lose yourself in the dance or in the conversation with Ben, you felt Rafe’s gaze on you, insistent, as if he were trying to unravel your every move, every gesture. There was a mix of jealousy and intensity in his eyes, and even though you tried to ignore it, his presence was like a constant shadow.

Ben noticed that you were distracted and smiled, leaning towards you. “Are you okay? You seem a little absent,” he asked you, moving closer so you could hear him over the music. His voice was kind, and his interest in you made you feel like he really cared.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, trying to smile. “It’s just that… well, long story.” You didn’t want to ruin the night by talking about Rafe, so you tried to get the subject out of your head.

“Well, if you need a distraction, I’m here,” Ben said, and winked at you. His gesture made you laugh, and you began to relax a little, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment.

However, it didn’t take long for you to notice that Rafe was getting closer and closer, just a few steps behind you, always in your line of sight. Every time you turned or walked a little further away from Ben, Rafe moved too, his girlfriend at his side, keeping up a small conversation, though his eyes kept lingering on you. At one point, as Ben took you by the hands and you spun around under the music, you saw Rafe frown slightly, his eyes fixed on you as if he couldn’t look away.

The brush of Ben's fingers against your skin made you feel a spark of excitement you hadn't experienced in a long time. You felt the freedom of being with someone who was genuinely interested in you, someone who didn't play at taking care of you and then ignoring you. And suddenly, as you laughed and had fun, you realized that Rafe was still staring at you, more intense than ever.

A part of you wanted to confront him, to ask him why, if he cared so much about your well-being, he was behaving this way. His presence next to his girlfriend was ironic; he was with her, he had chosen to be with her, and yet, he kept his eye on you. The situation was becoming so frustrating that you decided to focus on Ben, on his sincere smile and how he seemed to really enjoy your company.

Despite everything, you knew that Rafe was watching you, and you couldn't ignore that feeling. Every laugh shared with Ben, every fleeting glance, every touch, you knew that they were followed closely by Rafe. It was like he couldn’t stand you being so comfortable with someone else, and that tension only added a strange, unexpected fire to the night.

Finally, as you danced and laughed with Ben, you felt a pang of defiance. After all, Rafe had no right to decide your friendships or judge your choices. He’d made his, and you weren’t about to let him control you for another minute. You moved a little closer to Ben, enjoying the moment, certain that Rafe was watching you, and for the first time, you found a kind of power in not paying attention to him.

The night continued, and the music, the warmth of the campfire, and the laughter around you began to transform into a murmur in the background. As you continued to dance with Ben, he leaned in a little, bringing his lips closer to your ear.

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, his voice soft and somewhat conspiratorial. His hand held yours securely, and the slight squeeze you felt on his fingers gave you a strange feeling of freedom.

You looked back, instinctively, at the crowd at the party. For a moment, your eyes met Rafe’s. He had gone still, and his gaze was piercing, filled with a mix of surprise and annoyance, as if he hadn’t imagined you would actually leave.

You looked back at Ben and smiled at him, nodding. “Let’s go.”

He squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if he understood the intention behind your words, and led you down the beach, away from the bonfire and the crowd. The music faded as they walked away, and the sound of the waves grew clearer. You walked together in silence, letting the quiet of the night carry you away, the cool sea breeze clearing your mind.

“Are you okay?” Ben asked you in a tone that seemed more concerned than you had anticipated.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied, smiling reassuringly. “I just needed some air.”

He nodded, giving you a knowing smile. “I can understand that. Sometimes parties end up being too much, don’t they?”

“Exactly,” you said, thanking him for his empathy. “Sometimes it’s hard to find a space of your own.”

You walked a while longer, talking about simple things, letting the tension melt away in the salty beach air. You were grateful for Ben's light, carefree company.

The conversation with Ben flowed effortlessly, and both of them seemed to enjoy the relaxed pace as they talked, laughing and sharing glances that were becoming increasingly comfortable. However, that peace was suddenly interrupted when you saw a familiar figure quickly approaching from the shadows.

Before you could process it, Rafe was there, bursting into the moment with an expression full of anger and a determination you had only seen on rare occasions. Before you could say anything, Rafe was already lunging at Ben, his eyes alight with fury.

"Rafe, what are you doing?!" you screamed, but your words didn't seem to reach him. In a second, he had thrown a punch straight at Ben's face, who barely had time to react.

The blow was strong, and Ben fell back, staggering as he tried to defend himself. Rafe, not giving him a chance to recover, punched him in the stomach again, and Ben doubled over in pain. You stepped between them, pushing Rafe, trying to contain his strength.

“Rafe, stop! Stop!” you screamed desperately, but he ignored you, as if he was blinded by rage.

“Rafe, stop!” you screamed, this time putting yourself completely between them and pushing him back with all your strength. “What the hell is wrong with you? You have no right to do this!”

Ben stood up with difficulty, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at you with a mix of surprise and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, really. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable, and after giving Rafe one last look, he walked away, turning around and disappearing into the darkness of the beach.

Anger boiled in your chest as you saw Rafe there, still breathing heavily, as if he was ready to throw another punch at any moment. You turned to him, feeling your hands shake, but this time it was from pure fury.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you screamed, your words almost lost in the music that was still playing loudly, mixing with the laughter and distant voices of the others at the party. But Rafe didn’t seem to care about the noise or the people; his eyes were only fixed on you.

“He had no right to approach you like that,” he replied, still tense, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Approach you in what way? We were talking and having fun! Something that, by the way,” you replied, your words laden with resentment. “What makes you think you can decide who I spend my time with, Rafe? You’re nobody for that.”

He huffed, crossing his arms, trying to keep his tone down, but his anger was palpable. “He’s no good for you. He just wanted to take advantage, don’t you see?”

“Really? And since when do you care so much about my life, Rafe?” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, and you knew they were hurtful, but at the moment you didn’t care. “Do you realize how absurd that is?”

Rafe opened his mouth, as if he wanted to respond, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. His gaze turned dark, almost as if he was hurt by your words, but he wouldn’t give up.

“It’s different,” he murmured, his tone softening just a bit. “You’re… you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to end up hurt by someone who isn’t worth it.”

You looked at him, incredulous. “Do you really believe that? Do you think this is protecting me? Because I see it more as an excuse to control every single thing I do. You have no right to show up and ruin my moments just because it bothers you.”

“It’s not that it bothers me!” he yelled, and for an instant, you glimpsed something else on his face, a mix of frustration and vulnerability. It looked like he was holding back, fighting with himself. “You don’t know how I feel, do you? You have no idea…”

You felt the air around you become heavy. “Then tell me, Rafe,” you challenged, holding his gaze. “Tell me, because, honestly, I don’t understand anything. Today I am your best friend, but as soon as it suits you, you ignore me. And now it turns out that you have the right to storm in and push away anyone who comes near me.”

Rafe clenched his jaw, and in his silence, you noticed the conflict in his gaze, as if he was about to admit something, something he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge. But, instead of answering, he turned his head, frustrated, as if he couldn’t put it into words.

Without saying another word, you took a step back, feeling all that anger and frustration turn into tiredness. The music continued, the party continued, but between the two of you, the silence said it all.

Not quite knowing what to do, you looked toward the beach, toward the party, searching for some sort of escape or distraction, but your feet remained glued to the ground, and your gaze kept returning incessantly to Rafe.

He seemed conflicted too, his eyes still shining with that fury he had barely let out, mixed now with something you hadn’t seen in him before. His breathing was rapid, and although you noticed him trying to calm down, he seemed unable to move away. Finally, he took a step toward you, and before you could comprehend what was happening, he closed the distance between you and took you by the waist, trapping you in a kiss that began with an intensity that made you stagger.

At first, you tried to resist, putting your hands on his chest to push him away, your thoughts clouded by confusion and anger. This shouldn’t be happening; it was completely wrong. He had a girlfriend, and you didn’t want to become someone who crossed those boundaries, who hurt another person because of something impulsive. But Rafe didn’t stop, and his kiss became deeper, more desperate, as if he was holding on to something he had been holding back for a long time.

Confusion mixed with desire, and without realizing it, your hands stopped pushing him away and slid down his shoulders, giving in to that impulse, to that connection that had always throbbed beneath the surface. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, and the way he held you made everything else fade away. Worries and guilt drowned in the intensity of the moment.

“Rafe, this is wrong… we shouldn’t…” you whispered between kisses, trying to come back to reality, but your voice sounded so unconvincing that you barely recognized your own words. He looked at you, his eyes intense, and simply shook his head.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, and there was a determination in his voice that took your breath away. “Tonight, I just want to be with you.”

His confession, so direct and unassuming, disarmed you. You felt his hands slide down your back, pulling you closer to him, as if he feared the moment would fade if he let go. There was something undeniable about the way he looked at you, how his lips sought yours again, as if you were the only person in the world at that moment. And, deep down, you knew you didn’t want to stop him either.

You clung to him, responding with the same intensity, letting the kiss take you both further and further away from logic and closer to that desire you had both avoided acknowledging. The sea breeze and party music faded away as you immersed yourself in the moment, in the accumulated tension of years of friendship and silences full of hidden meanings.

The night had taken a turn you never imagined, and before you knew it, you were both intertwined under the darkness of the beach, with the waves as the only witness to what had just happened. After all that had been repressed, all the glances and unspoken words, everything exploded in a single moment of wildness and vulnerability.

You lay on the sand, your breathing still racing and your heart pounding. But as reality began to set in, guilt began to set in. You stood up, hands clenching the fabric of your dress, avoiding looking at him as a myriad of thoughts filled your mind. Not only had it been impulsive; it had been completely wrong.

Rafe, noticing this, sat up as well and, without saying anything, reached out his hand, gently touching your shoulder to calm you down. "Please don't think about this too much." His voice sounded strangely calm, as if he were trying to rationalize it for the both of you, but his eyes reflected a mix of emotions that you couldn't fully decipher.

"It shouldn't have happened," you murmured, unable to contain the feeling of remorse. “Rafe… you have a girlfriend, and I…” The words choked in your throat, and you felt your hands begin to shake. Everything you had tried to avoid, all those boundaries you had set for yourself, had been crossed in an instant.

Rafe watched you silently, and instead of answering right away, he took your hands, making you look into his eyes. “Listen, I know it was unexpected, but… I don’t regret anything.” His voice was sincere, and in his gaze you could see that, for once, he wasn’t pretending or putting on a mask. “Maybe all of this is wrong, yes, but what I feel for you isn’t.”

His confession left you speechless, but the guilt didn’t go away. “This is going to hurt someone, Rafe,” you said quietly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach.

He sighed, as if he was aware of the consequences, but not wanting to back down. "I can't erase what happened, and I don't want to either. Not if it was with you."

Somehow, those words managed to calm you, though the guilt still throbbed inside you. You knew that you would both have to face the repercussions of that night, but for now, on that lonely beach, you let Rafe hold you, as the breeze erased any trace of what had just happened.

[yestrday]

NOW THAT ACADEMY!KAVEH AND ACADEMY!AYATO ARE OUT. CAN WE GET SOME CRUMBS ON THEM (Maybe even academy!thoma/ayato crumbs if ur feeling real funky 🤲)

third year - kaveh:

i've said this before, but kaveh was supposed to be on the candidates for valedictorian's list but fell out due to a recent drop in his grades

still, a lot of people look up at him, so he continues to act as if he's got everything together and he's not actually a second away from a breakdown

probably one of the few third years who don't beef with their junior harem members. he's especially fond of the first-years because he sort of pities them for entering into this highly competitve school (and he wishes that their dreams don't get crushed too soon).

on that note, he's quick to invite you and whatever first-year you're with and buy you guys free food.

has his group of friends, which is haitham, cyno, and nari. haitham likes to bring up the fact that it's a bit sad for a third-year to be hanging out with only second-years.

has little contact with his mother. he loves her. but. :///

has a habit of latching onto your arm whenever you two walk together. he's not very clingy towards people, but somehow people always see him latching onto you every time you two are together.

a bit childish... or maybe just lacking in physical affection. he immediately melts whenever you pat his head or just give him a hug. beware though, it might be a long time before he lets go of you.

him and haitham play good cop and bad cop whenever you're stuck between the two of them. kaveh's always scolding him for telling you such ridiculous stuff ("you did not get perfect just because he helped you!" "oh please, as if they could do that on their own.") and whatever he says to haitham goes in one ear out the other.

third year - ayato

does not live in the dorms but has his own penthouse because the kamisato also own a portion of the entertainment distict on the island

he's also in charge of said portion, so he's a very busy man balancing education and family business

he's in the tea ceremony club that zhongli's in, because it's quiet there and doesn't have many needless activities. he enjoys good tea and intellectual chatter without having to interact with annoying people

it's very funny to see him in the club though, sipping on his cold boba milk tea while everyone else enjoys their more traditional tea

does not use the public transportation system when travelling to and fro. moves along in his limousine with ayaka and thoma. when he sees you walking on the pavement, the driver pulls up beside and you the windows roll down, revealing the three of them motioning for you to come in

does not enjoy the social gatherings that the academy arranges from time to time, so ayaka is usually accompanied by thoma and forced to do all the socializing for him

however, if you show up, he's quick to dazzle everyone with his pretty face and luxury brand outfit. you know, just to show off in front of you.

kinda sus with thoma. when the two aren't separated by classes, thoma's always walking beside ayato. ayato gets a little handsy? intimate? with him which starts rumors

^ it doesn't help that thoma blushes a lot whenever ayato does that, so a lot of their fans have begun thinking that there may be something between them

a popular rumor is that one of the fans have heard the two of them behind a door, with very strange and suspicious sounds. he had immediately dashed off to excitedly gush about it to the other fans ("ah, thoma, that's too...!" "ayato-sama, please don't move too much or else...!" <- thoma is fixing ayato's hair)

loves pissing off the other harem members, whether it be hogging you or just verbal warfare, which is dangerous, as most of these people are just as rich and powerful. if he wasn't so obsessed with you, he would've kept up that smiling facade of his and be careful not to tick anyone off. but he's an obsessive jerk, so he takes great pleasure in their irritation

^ thoma, fixer that he is, is left to clean up his mess and salvage whatever relationships he can.

[starvity]

hi! i love your writing, im so shocked to find someone with the same ults as me ^ i was hoping you could maybe write a protective gunwook scenario? the idea of him always thinking he needs to protect you from others (even when he is a little scared himself,) is rlly heart wrenching.

like !;!!,!,! imagine him pulling you behind him slightly with a serious voice but you can feel him shaking a bit. 🥹 hes too precious rlly we dont deserve him.

— ☆ follow your steps

gn!reader x zb1 gunwook

genre: angst, student!au, fluff?, gunwook and you as the popular class presidents // warnings: bullying, blood, violence, jealousy

author’s note: i was originally going for a happy ending because angst makes me feel so bad but no i like to make us (yes, myself included...) suffer today :D (you'll be fine) also omg ult twins!!!! you’ve got insane taste btw hehe <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

gunwook and you were two of the most popular students in the entire school. you two being the two class presidents, you can often be seen together to work on projects or just share ideas on future plans to improve your lifestyle. it had started with a pure academic motive. meeting up after classes at the library to talk about the recent complains from the students and how you could find a solution to those. after a few weeks though, you found it less and less of a burden to stay late at school and, if you dare to say, you were excited to do your duty as a model student simply and solely to spend some time with gunwook.

and the other students were quick to catch up that maybe you two had become much closer than expected and let's say people were not very happy about it. you were aware of how popular you were just by counting how many love letters would be squished in your locker on valentine's day and how many students would wait for gunwook to clean the classroom until sometimes 5 or 6 to hand them a cheap snack and hearing a few words from him, a simple hello and thank you. and you hated how that popularity made all your relationships feel fake and forced. but when you were with gunwook, everything felt so light and casual. for the very first time, you felt like you didn't need to keep a facade and felt like you could finally be yourself.

gunwook was already waiting for you at the quiet and empty library as he had finished his classes earlier than you. he took the chance to grab a drink for both of you, thinking that it could maybe cheer you up after this long day. gunwook noticed that you still hadn't arrived after 20 minutes and assumed that you were probably talking to your teacher or helping your friends with their assignments like you usually do. therefore, he starts working, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose, almost sliding off. his chin was placed on the palm of his hand, his index occasionally taping his upper lip and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. almost 45 minutes since your class ended and you still were nowhere to be seen. the boy starts to get worried and he goes looking for you, considering that a walk around the school would also empty his mind a bit.

"i already told you we are just friends, nothing else" you state firmly, glaring at the group of students circling you. the girl in front of you, who seemed to be the "leader" of the crowd steps on your foot, lasers shooting through her eyes. you wince in pain but keep your composure and replies calmly "have you maybe considered that your terrible attitude might be the reason gunwook doesn't want to have anything to do with you, with all of you guys? he wouldn't even befriend and even less date any of you guys." you suddenly feel a boy grab your hair from your right while another person twists your arm from your left. despite the pain you keep your head up, smirking at her while some blood from the punches received earlier was staining your lips "and what if we were more than that?" her eyes turn dark and you know you're about to receive either a slap or a punch, or worse, in the next 5 seconds.

but those 5 seconds were enough for gunwook to find you and quickly stand between you two. he takes a glance at you from over his shoulder and his heart aches seeing the state they left you in. he orders them to leave you alone with a shaky voice but the only response is a couple of chuckles. all of a sudden, the crowd takes a few steps ahead, slowly closing the gap between you. gunwook takes your hand in his, he was trembling and he could barely murmur a sorry with the tears building in his eyes. and the boy had never felt so much shame and disappointment in himself before this moment when he understood that he won't be able to protect you this time.

[anxious-witch]

I have this mental image in my head of Bojan meeting someone who he hates (who most likely hurt one of his friends (an ex or something)) and ends up being protective as fuck annnnddd starting a fist fight.

Or some Jance but its Bojan who's exposing their feelings to one another in a goofy cocky way (and later he's probably being chased by Kris with a newspaper, because he as getting entertained by looking at the two lovebirds being shy and awkward)

Or bottom Bojan with Kris... There's something wrong with me these days

Basically Bojan's stupid cocky shenanigans

Okay so I did the first prompt (and kind of implied the last at the very end), and I apologize, this was written on the phone and nit proofread so. Make of it what you will. I still hope you like it!

TW for fatphobia(from an OC not one of the boys) violence, slight description of blood and alcohol

Bojan was admittedly, a little tipsy. Which meant he had a little less control over his emotions than he'd usually have.

Which in turn, meant that when he saw a man invade Nace's space, despite Nace clearly being uncomfortable, he felt anger immediately shimmer under the surface.

He faintly heard a snippet of their conversation.

"Oh, Nacko, you change so much since we went to school together! Finally lost that weight, huh?"

Oh, no he did not. Bojan saw Nace flinch slightly at the comment. He grit his teeth and made sure to push through the crowd in the club until he was at Nace's side.

"Hello," he said, flashing his teeth in something resembling to a smile, "and who might you be?"

The man looked at Bojan suspiciously. He slightly towered over him, but then again, most men did. It particualrly didn't concern him. He looked skinny. And dumb.

"I am Nace's friend from high school!"

Right. Judging by Nace's face, friend was a generous title. Bojan narrowed his eyes.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Marko. Yours?"

"Bojan."

Marko. Wasn't that the guy Nace mentioned bullying him in high school? Bojan wanted to seethe.

"Right, Bojan, of course! You are the main vocalist. I remember now. Guess you guys got pretty famous, huh?"

Bojan crossed his arms over his chest and stepped forward, making sure to insert himself between Nace and the bully.

"Bojan. Don't," Nace whispered softly, quiet enough for only Bojan to hear.

Which did make him hesitate. He didn't want Nace to be more uncomfortable, after all. So he swallowed his rage and tried to put up a charming facade.

"I guess we did."

"Never thought Nace would be a part of something like that. Do you know what we called him in high school?"

He felt Nace tense behind him. Rage hit Bojan square in the chest, and he forgot about not wanting to make a scene.

"I would recommend not saying it. Ever."

Marko didn't seem to have gotten a message, or detected his tone. He laughed, making a dismissing gesture with his hand.

"Oh, com'on now. It was all in good fun. You seem like you were popular, even back in high school. You know how things work."

What kind of piece of shit would-Bojan took a deep breath. He let his hands fall from where he was crossing them over his chest to his sides. Then he clenched them into fists.

"I do," he said, very calmly, "would you like to see how I dealt with people talking shit about my friends?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He swung at him, as hard as he could, and heard as his fist collided with his nose in a satisfying crack.

Then all hell broke loose.

Nace tried to pull him back, but Marko managed to punch him in the jaw, and Bojan taste blood from a slip lip. He attempted to push against Nace to give another punch, but Nace didn't budge.

Just in time for the bouncers to arrive and very firmly escort them out. Marko swore at them, saying he didn't even start the fight. Which looked ridiculous with their heigh difference. And Bojan did ocassionly use the influence he had to get his way.

"A bit of an obsessive fan, that one. Sorry for the trouble," he whispered to the closest bouncer.

He got a nod of understanding in response and they actually let him go, while they continue escorting Marko out. Bojan made sure to flash a quick grin in his directon.  Which prompted  new wave of swearing, before it got drowned out by the the music.

"What did you do now?" Kris asked sharply just behind him.

Bojan turned around to face his very annoyed boyfriend.

"He was mean to Nace!"

Kris raised an eyebrow. He didn't look very impressed. Bojan did his best not to pout.

"He is telling the truth," Nace said, making Bojan jump.

When did he come around? Hmm. Maybe Bojan was a bit more tipsy than he thought.

Well. That was a thought for later. For now...Bojan threw his hands around Nace, pulling him into a hug.

"I will fight all the bullies for you!"

Nace chuckled and returned the hug. Bojan leaned his head on his chest. He really did give the best hugs.

"As much as I appreciate that, I'd prefer you in one peace. He did get you good with that punch. That's probably gonna bruise."

"Where?"

Bojan groaned at Kris' question and lightly slapped Nace's shoulder.

"Look what you did! He is going to go all mom friend on me now!"

Nace simply rolled his eyes and withdrew from the hug.

"Perhaps that would stop you from getting into fights more often."

Bojan pouted and was about to say something about how much Nace actually appreciated being defended, when Jure yelled Nace's name.

"Nace! Jan is arguing with someone over math problems again!"

Nace sighed.

"I better go, before that turns into a fist fight, too."

Then he left, leaving Bojan at Kris' mercy. Kris, who pulled him to the quieter corner, where there weren't so many people.

"Let me see that bruise."

Kris gently raised his chin so he could look at it. If he could see anything with the club's flashing lights.

"Tehnically, it's unlikely the bruise already formed-"

"Just be quiet for a minute, for the love of god."

Bojan closed his mouth with a click. He knew it was due to the alcohol that his emotions were this unstable, but he suddenly became aware of just how much Kris must be annoyed with him.

"Hey," Kris said, his voice softer, "I didn't mean-you just worried me, that's all. How about we go to my place so I can take a proper look at that?"

Not everyone understood his and Kris' relationship, saying they always bickered. What they didn't understand was that, as much as they bickered, it was never intentionally hurtful. And sure, sometimes some lines were crossed, but they always apologized for it.

Bojan looked up at him and smiled. Colorful lights reflected in Kris' blue eyes and Bojan felt as starstruck as he did everytime he gave himself time to think "Holy shit, this guy is my boyfriend".

"Did I ever tell you that you have very pretty eyes?"

Kris rolled his pretty eyes at him. Rude.

"Yes. On an almost regular basis. Now let's get you home, okay?"

Bojan pouted.

"Don't I at least get a kiss for that?"

Kris shot him a glare, but Bojan could see the softness underneath it. So he got on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Kris' neck, reaching for his lips. Kris met him halfway.

The kiss started soft and sweet, but quickly turned more passionate as Kris pressed on the cut on his lip. Bojan moaned and pulled him closer.

It was only when Bojan pulled on Kris' hair that the younger broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Let's try not to give everyone a show in the club."

Bojan grinned.

"Does that mean I get a reward for being a good friend when we do get home?"

Kris pressed his lips together and walked towards the door without an answer. Bojan laughed as he ran after him.

Perhaps tonight was a complete waste, after all.

[space-c4det]

Learning how to use Clip Studio and Tumblr all at once slay </3 Okay I have to ramble about their characters though like omggg forgive the block of text

Anyway more progress on the Macaque and SWK sketches, I love their designs in the show and I've been thinking a lot about the way they're styled. Especially since one of the biggest challenges I can think of when it comes to a show about literal legos is that the character models are very samey, of course.

Also, SWK and Macaque have a particularly interesting challenge, with both being demon monkey guys. Aside from the obvious color palette change (they share similar yellow, red, and black just inverted though which I delusionally associate with their soul mate-level connection to one another) some of my favorite character differences is their eyes??? Like, from Macaques down turned lashes to Sun Wukongs upturned lashes? There's also sharper shapes used in Macaques design versus the roundish lines used in SWK's design which is a popular way of distinguishing "bad" from "good" or in this case, to just make Macaque look edgy and disheveled compared to the more put together SWK.

Like from his brows, his makeup, his frayed cloak, he just has such trademark bad-boy qualities. It's really simple but it's really effective in distinguishing their designs aside from just a color swap.

I think it's also a cool way to establish their personalities. Ironically Macaque, despite coming across as deceptive, is often a lot more honest to Mk and his friends than Sun Wukong is. Which subverts the initial impression of his design. Speaking of which, Sun Wukong's design is just so cute? The rounded lines that make up his design feed the impression that he's trustworthy. A confident, good-natured mentor who's gotten past all his wild youthful exploits (he's literally committed several war crimes) and is just trying to pave a good path for MK. And while he definitely cares for MK and really does want him to succeed, gah damn, he is a hot mess. My favorite part is that Macaque at least acknowledges he's got issues, but Sun Wukong is just in complete denial but that's a whole different post.

Anyways I love the details that their character designs are subversive to their real personalities. Like even MK states it outright to Macaque that he's really not the bad boy loner he makes himself out to be, its all a facade and most likely a response to the several times he's been just screwed over by Sun Wukong

Interestingly enough, Sun Wukong has a whole arc about how he's a really bad mentor, an untrustworthy dude, and kind of downright manipulative when it comes to using his persona to put himself in positions of leadership. Though I don't think he does it out of malice, more just recklessness. The chill mentor vibe (giving Gojo energy tbh) even gets challenged in season one by Macaque after he mentions that the Real Sun Wukong would have destroyed a whole mountain range just to win a fight. And like, if you know anything about what Sun Wukong is like in JTTW, bro has zero chill.

Also, they're like perfect foils and it's my favorite thing. Macaque showcasing himself as violet and SWK as golden in his shadow play was a great use of complimentary colors. Anyway, rant over, I love it when character designs are made to be cohesive with each other </333

brb gonna watch the entire series again

[aria0fgold]

CaiOwe ship headcanons? enemies to lovers is great.

GASP!!! YEEES! That's so true though, enemies to lovers <3 I'm not really a headcanon enthusiast but there are some stuff I like to think about for em!

Owen becomes a knight in the future. Please, please, please. I want that to happen so bad.

Why do I love Owen as a knight? It's just reeeeaaally nice to see him be the protector he's own child self needed. In a way, it's like healing his inner kid. Like sending the message of, hey look! I'm one of your heroes now!

In that same breath, I want Owen to do some knightly prowess on Cain. Cain has been a knight long enough, it's time for him to know how it feels to be spoiled.

Honestly though, contrary to popular belief and as one whose entire belief system bout caiowe got recalibrated by this One Fan I know of in twitter. Owen does the fixing. Cain is like to Owen: (guy who is worse) I can fix him. Meanwhile, Owen who is surprisingly doing better than Cain??? actually does the fixing. On Cain. And on himself by relation.

I reeeaaaallly love it when Cain Still holds some anger towards Owen. It's not easy to forgive a guy who ripped out the endless web of lies and entire facade Cain created to be able to live as peacefully as he can. In fact, Cain is still 6 feet under the lie of a life he has and boy is he in danger of drowning in it.

Also not really easy to forgive a guy who stole your own eye and replaced it with his. But Cain is willing to look past that anyway.

Never getting over Owen practically pulling Cain outta messes he himself sinks into. It's not really a headcanon but it's still unbelievable either way.

To be honest, most of the insane caiowe moments are Canon (in one way or another) so there isn't much for me to headcanon at this point when they're already Like That.

Anyway, disorganized rambling time cuz I really can't think of much to headcanon so I'm firing all cylinders of whatever idea came to mind whenever I think about them. But honestly, I LOVE it whenever Owen hits Cain in such a lighthearted manner that I wouldn't even be surprised if it ends up being a small habit of Owen at this point. Whenever Owen gets irritated, he either kicks Cain's leg or hits his arm and if Cain is too far away for that: throws a shoe at him.

Owen in general has mixed feelings towards Cain honestly that yeah, these two are gonna end up taking 1000+ years to officially be a couple at this rate. Never mind, Cain's problems, there's Owen's problems piled onto it. Although the same can be said to Cain, they both have mixed feelings towards one another that it's going to take YEARS to unpack it all.

Am I allowed to be slightly unhinged here? Not really headcanon territory but more of AU territory but I love thinking of AUs where Cain is so insane enough he'd rip his own heart out and give it to Owen-- I mean-- WHO SAID THAT!

My domestic headcanons for them though when they finally get together cuz I love cozy domestic life <3 Is that they live in a small cabin in the forest nearby a river. Cain and Owen both being knights with Cain being a Captain instead (like before), Cain... Cain is gonna need to take cooking lessons.

Actually before these two can even get their domestic cozy life, there's the hurdle of: Owen WILL NOT COOK. He will not. He does the eating here, he is Not Cooking at all! So that leaves Cain, problem is that... he isn't a good cook... Cain is an expert at frying things though! Cooking? Not so much... These two won't even be able to get their domestic cozy life cuz of Owen and his princess tendencies despite working as a knight. He's there to be spoiled (and help out if he feels like it from time to time), and Cain actually doesn't mind having someone to spoil but also: "Owen will you please help out a little?" "No."

I can even see Cain taking cooking lessons from Nero if he ever wants a peaceful life living together with Owen cuz Owen will NOT BE HAPPY EATING FRIED MEALS EVERYDAY! Owen needs a full course meal where dessert makes up about 70% of that otherwise he's gonna get Cranky. And Cain would rather deal with a happy Owen (during their cozy life together cuz honestly right now, he feels Alarmed when Owen is in a good mood) than an irritated Owen.

[headfullofpresley]

More Than Friends

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: You and Elvis have been best friends since birth. You have been each others' first for pretty much everything so you couldn't picture yourself losing your virginity to anyone else.

Word count: 4,4K

Warning(s): fluff, inaccurate timelines etc, reader and Elvis are both 17 (you can picture them a lil older if you want), 1950s!Elvis, virgin!reader, virgin!Elvis, smut; oral (f. and m. receiving), vaginal penetration, accidental creampie, unprotected sex.

Author's note: this was requested by (i believe) anon a while ago but i never got around to write it, woops. something light and cute this time - enjoy luvs <3

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You and Elvis had been friends for as long as you could remember.

Gladys and your mother went to school together and had been inseperable the moment they exchanged ‘hello’s’, so it was only natural for them to let their kids grow up together.

The two women were pregnant around the same time and you were born on the 8th of February, exactly one month after Elvis. Just like your mothers, you and Elvis were glued to the hip ever since you could walk and talk.

Once the Presley’s moved out of Tupelo to Memphis, your family followed not long after. Sunday dinners and holidays were always spend together, as well as birthdays.

Elvis was the only boy who was allowed to stay the night in your household, your parents not too worried about anything happening as you two got older because you could bicker like brother and sister.

What they didn’t know was that Elvis had been your first kiss and you were his. And the older you got, the further you two were taking things.

In your adolescence mind, you weren’t in love with Elvis and he wasn’t in love with you.

You couldn't be. He was your best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

You hated how he flirted with every girl in school and his young arrogance. You hated how loud he was whenever his male friends were around and he put up this facade of a bad boy to appear cooler. You hated that stupid sailor hat he started wearing everywhere he went.

He hated how every boy, including his friends, fawned over you when you’d walk down the halls. He hated how every year the tops and dresses you wore filled up more and more. And he especially hated that you were entertaining those boys that gave you attention.

Because truth was, you both were jealous of the attention the other received. Despite you telling yourself it wasn’t so, you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. But both of you were too stupid and too scared to admit it, not wanting jeopardize your friendship.

Both of you were at an age where you wanted to experiment, getting more and more curious about sex. While you and Elvis had enough people to choose from to do this with, because you were confident enough to say you belonged to the popular crowds at school, it just felt right to do this together.

Maybe this could ruin your friendship, maybe things would never be the same anymore but the more you thought about the deal you and Elvis made, the more excited you got.

Your parents trusted you both enough to go out on a Saturday night and leave the house in your hands. Because both your parents were all together, you knew it wouldn’t be a while until they’d come home and that was exactly what you hoped for.

“A-Are you sure?” Elvis whispered softly as you sat on the edge of your bed together, the reason why you were in this position very obvious tonight.

The bad boy that he’d often pretend to be around his guys was nowhere to be seen. It never was when you had him alone.

“Yes.. yes, I’m sure. I’m a little nervous though,” you laughed softly, looking at him as you kept your hands in your lap, picking at the fabric of your dress. You decided to wear your favorite one tonight; baby blue, tight on top and flowy skirt sprawling out graciously. You had worn white flats with it, but kicked them off minutes ago.

“Do you still want this?”

“Yes!” Elvis immediately exclaimed, clearing his throat a little before he spoke again – this time hopefully not as eager and desperate he did the first time. “Yes, I-I still want this.. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else,”

You smiled at him and nodded, swinging your legs back and forth a little as silence fell over you two again.

You two had kissed before – had full out make out sessions during sleep overs and study sessions. He had touched your boobs over the fabric of your clothing a few times and you felt him up, feeling how kissing you got him hard every time. But you had never touched each other without clothing, never been able to give each other the pleasure you heard your girlfriends brag about so many times.

They had all lost their virginities already, so other than their stories, you had nothing to go off on. The only education you got was in school and you never paid attention, feeling too awkward at the young age of 13. But now you and Elvis were both 17 and you felt like you were blossoming into your womanhood – this was simply the last step that needed to be taken for you to turn into the flower that you wanted to become.

Elvis startled you by jumping up from the bed and walking to your record player in the corner of your room. He turned it on, letting the record that was already in there play. He didn’t care what it was, he just needed something to fill the silence that hung above your heads.

Your heartbeat quickened alarmingly fast as he walked over to you, looking down at you as he stood in front of you. A small gasp got stuck in your throat as he leaned forward, your body automatically moving back until you were laying on your bed. He was on top of you now, his lips pressed against yours.

Kissing him wasn’t foreign, but knowing that wasn’t the only thing about to happen tonight got you even more nervous.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better than you. Just like you, he had nothing to go off on other than stories he had heard from friends. While nervous, he was excited as well, blood rushing to his cock from the feeling of you sucking on his lower lip.

He was curious how your lips would feel on other parts of his body.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered after you managed to crawl further up your bed, laying against your pillows with Elvis still hovering above you. He had managed to get in between your legs now, your skirt tightening around your thighs as he pressed his pelvis against you firmly. No friction was created due to the fabric in between your bodies, but the pressure was enough for arousal to tingle in between your legs. “Just.. just do like we always do,”

You nodded your head slowly, kissing him again when he leaned back down into you. You held your arms around his neck, gasping softly as he creeped one hand underneath the skirt of your dress to caress your thigh. His hand was moving closer and closer to your panties and it felt as if your entire body was set ablaze, your heart thumping in your ears.

Sliding your hands down over his shoulders to plant them against his chest, he pulled back and looked at you. Before he had time to question if you were okay, you pushed him further back and sat up. Reaching your hand behind your back, your fingers were quick to pull down the zipper of your dress, pulling the fabric down your torso.

Elvis immediately mimicked your actions, pulling his shirt over his head and taking off his trousers with shaky hands. He took his socks along with it, knowing from the stories of his friends that girls didn’t like if boys kept them on in bed. He wanted this to be perfect, a fond memory to look back on – not only for himself, but also for you.

Especially for you.

When the both of you were in nothing but your underwear, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering down your body, drinking in every detail of your bare skin as if you were the sweetest tea on a hot summer’s day. He had only ever seen you in a bikini and this was so much more intense and exciting.

He was as hard as rock, his underwear sitting tight around his waist. And when he noticed the white panties you were wearing, a small stain of arousal seeped into them, he could feel his cock twitching as if his body had a mind on its own.

At this point, he was pretty sure it did.

“Y-You’re p-pretty,” he complimented, sitting on his knees in front of you. A blush crept upon your cheeks as you squeezed your thighs together, embarrassed at the view he had of you.

“You too,” you whispered, watching as he placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs again. Although a little shy, you didn’t stop him because you wanted him just as bad. You wanted him to touch and kiss and taste you in places no one ever had.

As he placed shaky kisses along your thighs and hooked his fingertips behind the elastic of your panties to pull them down, you grabbed onto the small stuffed panda bear that was on your bed.

He had gotten it for you at last summer’s fair and you hadn’t slept without it ever since.

While you usually cuddled it up to you, now you were squeezing its face so firm the eyes nearly bulged out. Neither you or Elvis paid attention to it, far too occupied with other things.

Elvis let out a shaky breath, the cool wind of it accidentally hitting your clit and it made your hips stutter at the feeling. He looked up at you, wide eyed. “S-Sorry,”

“N-No.. It felt nice..”

He licked his lips as he smiled softly, looking down at your exposed pussy in front of him. He could see the slick of your arousal and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, too turned on and too curious to wait any longer. Leaning in, he licked hesitantly.

The taste was nothing like he had ever tasted before, but he soon found himself wanting more of it. He went in again, his movements gaining confidence as he heard the moans leaving your mouth. He didn’t know if it were those pretty little noises coming from you or the way you tasted so good that made him more and more turned on, but he didn’t have control over his hips as he grinded himself against the bed.

His tongue flicked at your clit curiously and when your moans got a little louder, he realised that was probably your most sensitive spot. He did it again, and again, and again, until he suddenly sucked on it and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your back arching off the bed.

“Does that feel good?” he asked as he pulled back, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your folds as he looked up at you. His voice was raspy and deep, making you look at him as a moan rolled off your tongue.

“Y-yes.. Elvis.. please.. please don’t stop,” you whined, bucking your hips up at him and he smiled as he leaned back in to repeat the action. You were greatly stroking his ego, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

He decided to take things a step further, slowly sinking in his middlefinger. Your hand let go of the stuffed animal, clasping both of your palms over your mouth to muffle the shriek that left you. He looked up at you with worried eyes, afraid that he was hurting you but before he could pull his mouth away from you once more, your hand flew into his hair. He let out a small huff as you pushed him firmly against you but immediately went back to stimulating your clit as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you.

You never had an orgasm before. You’d touch yourself now and then but you always stopped it as soon as you felt that knot in your tummy threatening to explode. You were afraid of making too much noise all alone in your bedroom or dirtying the sheets, because your mother was the one who did the laundry.

The fact that Elvis was about to give you your first one was almost poetic to you. After all, he had already given you so many of your firsts.

You didn’t want anyone else to be in his place.

Elvis kept his eyes on you the entire time as you came undone, grinding harder against the bed as he felt your walls tightening firmly around his digit. The way you were moaning and writhing on the bed made him nearly lose his mind and while he removed his finger out of you, he didn’t pull back. Not yet. He wanted more.

You weren’t able to keep your hips still as his mouth nearly engulfed your entire pussy, tongue eagerly lapping up your essence. It was becoming too much but you didn’t have the strength to pull him away – all you could do was moan and whine and tug at your own hair.

Once he did pull away and raised his head to look at you with his lips and nose glistening of your arousal, your heart skipped a beat. His hair was messy because of your hands and he looked so pretty, you never wanted this night to end.

“W-was that good?” he asked as he laid down beside you, throwing the stuffed animal to the end of the bed. You laughed softly, still catching your breath as you nodded.

“Really.. really good,” you told him honestly and he smiled, leaning closer to you to kiss the corner of your lips.

“It was good for me too,” he whispered, his eyes meeting your eyes as you turned your head to look at him. He brought his hand up to your face, thumb caressing your lower lip. “You taste sweet,”

You blushed at his words and at the way he was looking at you. As far as you knew, he had never looked at you like this. As if you were the only person on the planet.

It made your heart jump for joy against your ribcage.

“I want to taste you too,” you whispered as you smiled sweetly at him, moving away from him and further down the bed. You sat on your knees as you pulled his underwear down, watching how prettily his cock bounced free against his lower abdomen before standing upright in front of you.

He spread his legs a little as you got in between them, making yourself comfortable by laying on your tummy. You kept your eyes on his cock as you wrapped your hand around it, moving it up and down once, taking his foreskin down to expose the tip. A drip of pre-cum wandered down his shaft and to your fingertips, making him let out a deep breath.

He raised himself up by pressing his elbows in the bed, too curious to look away as you stuck out your tongue and lapped at the head of his cock once, his toes curling.

“Oh my God,” he whispered to himself as you looked up at him and boldly wrapped your lips around him, slowly sinking down onto his length. He gasped, hands grasping onto the sheets firmly as he tried his best to keep his hips from thrusting upwards.

He had no idea where you learned all of this, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining as you were bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off hungrily. The sight of saliva dribbling down the corner of your mouth and your hand wrapped around him to help your movements had him moaning freely, shamelessly.

He was turning to putty in your hands, hips rolling up out of his control and his head hanging back as his eyes fluttered shut. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning, not caring that some of them sounded high pitched. He remembered his friends telling him girls didn’t like that, but he simply did not give a damn.

Just like you had been doing to him, he was feeding your ego now as well, motivating you to pick up your pace.

And when your other hand found his balls to fondle them softly, he was an absolute goner.

“Fuck.. my G-God.. yes.. Y/N,” he looked back down at you, his breathing growing more erratic as he couldn’t keep himself quiet even if he wanted to. “So good, baby.. shit.. M’close, so close,”

Compared to you, Elvis had given himself an orgasm plenty of times and he was familiar with the feeling, but now that you were the one giving it to him, it was so much more intense.

So so so much better.

You weren’t sure how you could tell, but you pulled back just in time, watching as he came undone right before your eyes. He painted your fingers that were still wrapped around him and his own abdomen white, a long moan escaping his throat. His head was pressed in the pillow, hips stuttering up into nothingness.

You slowly took your hand off him and giggled softly as you laid down next to him, watching him catch his breath as his eyes were screwed shut, shade of crimson on his cheeks.

“You taste sweet too,” you whispered to him as you snuggled up to him, kissing his neck. He tilted his head, wrapping one arm around you to tangle his fingers in your hair, keeping you in his neck.

“Fuck,” he sighed, biting his lip as you were ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear now. “Where’d ya learn that, baby? You were so good,”

The both of you froze at the pet name. He called you the same when you had his cock in your mouth but you figured it was because he was close to climax. Maybe it was because of the sex haze you were still in, but the sound of it made the beat of your heart speed up again.

He had never called you that. Sure, he used pet names with you occasionally, but in this moment it felt… different.

Like you were the only girl he had a name for. Something you knew definitely wasn’t true, but you liked the delusion of it.

His eyes met yours as you pulled your head out of his neck, a small smile on your face. He let out a soft sigh of relief, pushing your head closer to him with the hand that was still in your hair. You kissed him back immediately when he firmly pressed his lips against yours and allowed him to push you back onto the bed.

In your state of arousal, you quickly took off your bra and threw it over his shoulder. His eyes wandered down to your exposed breasts immediately, leaning in to kiss his way across your chest, dipping down further. Your hands flew into his hair again as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.

“Wanna be inside of you,” he whispered against your skin as he had kissed his way back up to your neck after giving both nipples equal attention. He couldn’t keep himself in one place, wanting to kiss you all over. As he pulled back and raised himself on his hands to hover above you, both of you looked down and you giggled softly at the way he was hard already again.

“Don’t laugh,” he whined softly with a chuckle of his own as he hid his face in your neck, his cock heavy against your folds because he pushed his hips forward. “S’because of you… you make me so excited,”

“I’m not laughing,” you whispered with a smile on your face, kissing his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him. “I want you, Elvis,”

He pulled back to look at you, smiling sweetly as he nodded and kissed your lips. Moving his hand in between your bodies, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped himself into his fist a few times before he aligned himself at your entrance.

“P-Please go slow,” you warned him with a shaky voice as you looked up at him, hands holding onto his shoulders. He nodded as he frowned in concetration, slowly pushing himself into you. Your nails dug into his skin, thighs shaking as you let out a soft cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

It took him a while to bottom out and once he did, he was too afraid to move. You were so incredibly warm and tight and he had no idea how long he would last once he’d start to move. The fact that you were close to tears and shaking like a leaf underneath him didn’t help either.

“Baby, do you want to stop?” he whispered as he looked down at you with worried eyes, one of his hands reaching up to caress some hair out of your face. He was leaning on the bed with his forearms on either side of your head, chest pressed against yours while he was buried deep inside of you. “You’re cryin’,”

You could hear the worry in his voice and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It hurt – God, it hurt like hell, but you didn’t want to stop.

You wanted him to take your first time, even if it meant you would have to bite down on your teeth for a little bit.

“S-Sorry,” you apologized, not wanting to ruin this experience for him. He leaned down and kissed your tears away, shaking his head.

“Don’t say that. You’re allowed to cry,” he smiled softly, pecking your lips before looking at you again. “We’ll go at your.. at your tempo, okay? I’ll go slow,”

You sniffed, nodding your head as you cupped his cheeks. You told him to move, because it had to happen eventually and despite the sting and the feeling of being so full, you were curious.

You were positive the pain would go away soon.

He thrusted slowly and gentle, moaning softly as he watched your face the entire time. You couldn’t seem to relax around him, walls firmly tightening around him as you held onto him for dear life. But the longer he thrusted, the more pleasure crept its way into your bones to take over the sting between your legs.

“F-Feels good now,” you moaned softly and his eyes lit up a little, grin tugging at his lips.

“Can I go.. go f-faster?”

All you could do was nod, the both of you moaning together as he picked up his pace a bit and kept himself up, fingers sprawled out against your sheets. You lifted your legs a little, wrapping them around his waist and grabbed onto his arms.

He looked so pretty on top of you like this – upper lip tugged upwards as he grunted, eyes squeezed shut as he snapped his hips forward faster every time to chase his second release of the night. Despite it not being completely painless, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t want him to ever leave you, wanted him inside of you every minute of the day from now on.

You didn’t want this to be the first and last time you’d ever see him like this.

Due to his inexperience, he didn’t have much control yet. His orgasm reared its head around the corner sooner than he wanted and he couldn’t stop it – nor did he have enough self control to pull out of you before he came.

You were both too far gone to think about using a condom or about the fact you were playing a dangerous game. You weren’t on birth control.

Your mother would have a heart attack if you would ask her to put you on it.

The thought of pregnancy never occured to you and Elvis, not even right now.

You were too enchanted by the way his hips stuttered into you, your name falling off his tongue in a string of moans and grunts as his eyes were boring into yours.

You didn’t cum the second time, but you didn’t care. To you, it was just as good and seeing your best friend like this was worth it.

As he slowly pulled out of you, you whined softly and kissed his lips before he rolled off of you and next to you on the bed. Other than the sounds of both of you catching your breath and the music from the record player, silence lingered between you.

Before you could, Elvis was the first to break it. “That was… really nice,”

“Y-yeah,” you agreed softly, turning your head to look at him. “I’m glad it was with you,”

He looked at you and smiled, nodding. “Me too,” he mumbled as he reached his hand out to caress his finger along your cheek, to your lips. “I wanna ask you somethin’,”

You turned on your side and watched him do the same, leaning on his elbow as his hand wandered to your hair. He didn’t look at you, rather at his fingers and the way he was tugging a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wanted.. wanted to ask this b-before, but, uh..” he cleared his throat a little, looking at you for a second but he avoided eye contact as soon as he continued. “Do you.. Would you like.. d-do you wanna be.. be my g-girlfriend?”

You stared at him, feeling your cheeks heat up as your heart was embarrassingly skipping beats again before it’d drum in your ears. You were quiet longer than you realised and Elvis pulled his hand from your hair, coughing a little as he looked at the bracelet around his wrist as if he had never seen it before.

“I mean, it’s okay.. if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, his ego bruised. “You can just tell me,”

“I want to!” you immediately said, laughing softly as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “But only if you stop feeling sorry for yourself,”

He gasped softly, about to tell you he definitely wasn’t feeling that way, but you had already pressed your lips against his. He laughed softly before he kissed you back, pulling you into his arms as he let himself fall back on the bed.

Maybe your friends and Elvis’ friends had plenty of stories to tell about how they slept with different people already, bragging about what they had done in the bedroom. Maybe you and Elvis were more inexperienced and still had a lot to learn.

But at least, you got to do it together. Being intimate with someone you truly cared for and loved sounded way better to you than with a person you barely knew.

Your best friend was your first everything, maybe he’d even be your last. And nobody in this whole wide world could take that away from you.

[tetsuswhores]

Who's watching?

pairing: oikawa x reader

content: college au, yandere actions, smut, stalking behavior, sort of yandere oikawa

warnings: if you are uncomfortable about stalking and pervert behavior, read it at your risk. Mentions of noncon video recording, masturbating.

A/N: Minors first off stay away or I'll shoot you. Hope you guys like this. Also I don't mean to villainize oikawa or any other haikyuu character, it's just a figment of my imagination. Oikawa is a stoopid little dork who wouldn't think of doing that.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good-looking guy in college. His unfettered personality and striking smile played good magic to draw the people surrounding him. 

His good nature, eloquence and charming way of holding conversation even got him in the good books of professors, having some of them slip in a free grade or further chance to work with them which he politely declines. Having played volleyball before he hit double digits also helped him bag the chance to play at a professional level while being in college. In a nutshell, Toru Oikawa is the American Dream of his college.

Being in college and handling a volleyball career that is set to flight would drive anyone mad but when it comes to Oikawa, he is seen juggling that with ease. Not to mention his additional fanbase in college that he interacts with tinkering laughter and crinkled eyes. However, as merry it may seem from a distant point of view, looking closely anyone can see the faux facade he upholds while he holds a baseless conversation about “how easily he manages his life” or adding irrelevant nods of agreement when the professor says something about their crumbling family issues. But no one is seen to fret on his real personality as long as he is sending those endearing smiles and sheepish grins that fulfil their dream charms. All except that one student from his psychology class.

Oikawa’s chocolate brown eyes land on you everytime you step on the campus albeit oblivious to you. Your indifferent attitude towards his popularity spurred his interest for you and gradually you were lying in his focal point. Any subtle change is quickly caught up by him and his mind rushes on different ways to approach you. His eyes land on every hips and dips of your body and he scans you with full scrutiny while sitting 5 feet away from you in class. He memorised every class you had and oblivious of his tactics, you ran against that pretty boy of your psychology class so often.

And boy, does he do this in the subtlest way possible…

The first time he exchanged pleasantries and the what-major-are-you-in , he was elated. The way your eyes land on his as they combine together somewhere in the middle ground has him feeling turbulent inside. His feelings shift into something new as he craves to know you better than anyone. To memorise you inside out until no pages of your life are left unread by him. He increases the conversation with yours, not giving a damn of what the other tramps are thinking. He loves seeing your smile, especially when it’s directed at him. He loves the soft touch of your hand as it coyly lands on his calloused ones.

He loves the way your skin basks in the warm glow of the sun or when you pull your hair up on the top and let it fall gracefully over your shoulders again. He pictures his hand threading through your locks as he grabs them and shoves your little mouth on his cock. He adores your sweet lips that are pursed or the little frown that you involuntarily give when you work on your laptop. He craves to know the face you make when you flow in the blissful cloud of orgasm. 

Toru Oikawa is really subtle. Subtle in the way he holds his phone tilted to his books that no one would guess the entire time he has been recording you for later purposes…

He stops the recording and saves it to the album named – ♡Y/N♡ 

The day he was able to take it up a notch and managed to go one step further to your house, he was ecstatic. He knew how skittish you would get when it comes to stranger men coming to your house and he respects that. The world is crooked and he is the prime example of that. He chuckles at how you allowed him to be at the centre of your living room– how intuitive you can be despite being an absolute dumb baby in his eyes to let him protect you. 

And he skillfully manages to do that. His frequent arrival to your house helped him memorise every nook and cranny in your house which would be missed by normal people. His hawk perceptive eyes found perfect little spots– behind the old vent, the rusty window hole which falls into everyone’s blind spot yet gives the perfect image of your bedroom, specifically your bed, the unused shower head he discovered as he once came to your home soaked in rain and you offered shelter and shower. His cock jumped in excitement as he even had access to you showering.

You remain unconcerned, rather happy to get him as your friend and slightly proud as none of the other girls could take up the spot of being his “special friend”- as he calls you.

You remain dumb while Toru Oikawa fists himself every night watching you stuff your fingers inside and let out drawn out moans as you cum in your bedsheets. Making Oikawa ruin his hand with his seed for the umpteenth time. He loves seeing the water fall down your breast in shower and if he’s lucky he’d get the opportunity of watching you getting yourself off there itself. 

He even knows that you sometimes don’t feel comfortable, feeling as if a pair of eyes are latched onto you as you spill your fears out to him. Oh how he is the doting friend as he heard that. Hugging you tightly, smelling the mango shampoo that he so well knows offering to stay the night that you politely decline.

No worries. He thinks. We’ll get there, angel. Soon enough. 

And if someday you decide to fix the shower or clean the vent. He doesn’t worry much.

Oikawa had you spill so much about yourself to him that he’s certain he’d know when you’ll decide to do something. He might even offer help and you’ll undoubtedly agree. Oikawa delightly watches how he is gradually trapping you to depend on him fully and once he succeeds, he’ll secure you in him forever.

Toru Oikawa is like every other good looking guy in college except he’s actually not.

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[chill-pills-yandere-haven]

The Shadows of Paradise

An: pic from namelessan on Zerochan. Breaking into the Enstars fandom with this!

Tw: implied physical assault, implied stalking, yandere stuff in general, religious references (I mean, it's Eden), let me know if I missed any

Eden.

Paradise, huh?

More like the gateway to hell.

And these boys. 

These boys were shadows, dragging you in so deep you couldn't even move anymore. Tying you up so you couldn't move a muscle, all while telling you how much they 'loved' you.

That was your current predicament.

"Ibara, you don't need to tie it that tight, you'll hurt them!" One of them said, complaining.

 Hiyori, you were sure, his voice was a little higher than the others. It would've been easy to tell from looks though.

 Not like you could differentiate them by sight anyway, they had blindfolded and gagged you for some reason.

 You didn't know them that well. Just that you ended up in the same places a lot and they were friends with your boyfriend. Right now, they were tightening the ropes that tied you to the chair you were on.

Who were they?

Eden of course.

Known as one of the 'big three' in the idol world. Giants in the entertainment industry, one of its members were head of one of the big idol agencies and another was an aristocrat whose family owned your favourite cafe chain. 

All their members practically drowned in riches so it's no wonder they were able to kidnap you so easily.

"No worries, your highness, their grace will be alright," that was Ibara. He always addressed people with weird titles, calling you 'their grace' as though you were some paragon of holiness.

"Speaking of that, they're awfully calm, aren't they? Especially for just having been kidnapped. Are they still asleep?" Hiyori asked. 

Of course, you weren't, you were just biting your tongue at the moment.

"By their breathing patterns, I'd say they're awake, just very calm for being in this type of situation. We really do appreciate it, your grace," Ibara replied, happily patting you on the head. 

The truth was, you just didn't know what to say. You had been kidnapped by a group of J pop idol boys and tied up in what was probably some kind of basement. God, you were practically the MC of some crappy Tumblr fic at this point.

How did this even happen?

You were off on another date with your amazing boyfriend, Kaoru, and the two of you decided to go to your favourite cafe.

He ordered drinks for the both of you since he knew all your favourites and you sat down and talked together.

 He was an idol who was in the unit Undead. Though in the eyes of most he was a merciless playboy, you knew it was all just a facade for the cameras.

He had eyes for you and you alone.

The place was great. It was quite popular among idols as well as it was a good hide away from the paparazzi. It was part of a chain owned by the Tomoe foundation whose second son was an idol, Hiyori Tomoe of Eden.

There was also a rumour that if you got lucky and were there at the right time, you could see the entirety of Eden sitting and eating together. 

In this case, it was the most unfortunate thing to happen to you.

“Oh, Kaoru, I didn’t expect to see you here,” a man with long

soft-looking silver hair and ruby red eyes that reminded you of one of Kaoru’s bandmates started up a conversation with Kaoru.

“And who is this?” A green-haired guy with pretty violet eyes asked, his head tilted and smiling. You almost mistook him for a woman, but then recognized him.

Hiyori Tomoe from Eden!

So then that silver-haired guy was… Nagisa Ran. Which meant the blue-haired one was Jun Sazanami, and the guy with glasses was Ibara Saegusa. The entirety of Eden which included the president of COSPRO, one of the big idol agencies.

Kaoru told them your name and followed it up with, “They’re my lover, we’re on a little outing.”

Then he took your chin in his hand and kissed you to prove it. Somehow, this boy could always make you feel butterflies no matter how long you were together.

You loved everything about him. His bright blond hair, his pretty amber eyes, the way he spoke to you. You could go on and on about your beautiful boyfriend.

You happily reciprocated and then kissed him on the cheek in return. A smile grew on your face at his affectionate antics.

Eden sat with you and instead of going on with your date with Kaoru, you got familiar with the entirety of Eden.

From that day on, the four of them seemed to randomly appear where you were: At a grocery store, the mall, even an Undead concert live.

Individually or all together, they appeared where you were.

Such a pretty little thing.

You were gorgeous.

Your voice was akin to a siren's.

So so pure. 

Not long and they already wanted to taint you.

Yet you were in the arms of that damn play boy. 

Didn't you know he was bad?

Did you want your heart broken?

You were their sweet little angel, sent from Heaven itself.

And a snake was tempting you.

No need to worry though. Adam and Eve wouldn't make the same mistake they did before.

They'd make sure to cut off that snake's head before it could lure you into the darkness.

The last thing you could remember was going home from somewhere, texting your boyfriend, and then darkness.

"Well then, since you're so good right now, I suppose we can take the blindfold and gag off you. No screaming or panicking. Or it goes back on," Ibara said, untying them and taking it off you. 

Your vision was a little blurry but got clearer with a bit of rubbing and blinking. Ibara Saegusa and Hiyori Tomoe. Sitting around you with soft smiles as though they hadn't just kidnapped you.

Hiyori reached out to you, petting your hair and cupping your cheek, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, you are adorable, aren't you, angel?" He said in response to your surprised look.

"They really are," Ibara said with a lovesick look on his face.

You felt your face heat and you looked down. This was embarrassing. You felt like nothing but a little pet for them. That was probably what they thought of you anyway…

You tried to speak, but all that came out was a small noise as something bigger caught your attention.

The door opened. 

The sheer amount of locks you heard on that thing was more terrifying than the situation itself. 

The rest of this god-forsaken idol group was here, great…

"Are they already cooperating? I expected us to only take off the gag after a couple of days," Nagisa asked. He was dressed in casual clothes, just a black hoodie and sweat pants… Nagisa never dressed like that… What did he do?

To your horror, you noticed one more thing. A few spots of deep blood red in otherwise spotless silver hair… 

You looked over to Jun. 

He was happy to make eye contact with you and smiled at you. He was in the same type of discreet outfit. His short blue hair looked a little messed up, as though he had been in a fight. As soon as you noticed, he quickly combed his hair back with his fingers.

You recognized blonde hair sticking to his hoodie…

No, it couldn't be.

That wasn't the right shade of blonde, was it?

Yeah, it had to have been someone else's.

Your face felt wet and your breath quickened. 

No, not Kaoru.

Anyone but Kaoru!

Anyone but your Kaoru…

"What-what did you do?" You asked, trying to convince yourself that all of this pointed to something completely normal and not involving your Kaoru.

"We just got rid of a snake in the garden, love," Nagisa said in a little lovesick tone. He kissed you on the cheek and smiled sweetly.

[mune-writes]

hi hi!

for the song fics, i'm thinking of the song 'don't dream it's over' by crowded house, specifically the lyric 'there is freedom within, there is freedom without' in relation to leaving high school and the facade one builds during those years.

thinking of relating to a conversation steve has with reader (who is his partner) (who is still in high school, their final year) and steve is reassuring them that there is so much more to life outside of high school and that they don't need to worry so much about the future because he's gonna be there, by their side 🥺😫

just fluffy and cute and sweet omg, maybe with a little forehead kiss 😭

s. harrington || don't dream it's over

A/N: omg this was so cute :'D hope u like it!

Here you were, barely even two weeks in until your graduation, then summer, then college, and you were already a ball of nerves. Everything seemed to happen so fast, where had all the time gone?

Memories of elementary and middle school passed through your mind in a blur, settling on your days throughout high school.

You remembered how you spent all night choosing the right outfit in order to make a good impression, something that said 'I'm mature now since I'm in high school, but I'm still really cool'. You recall the initial nervousness you felt deep within the pit of your stomach as you first walked through the hallways, all skittish and worried about how your hair looked or if people were going to like you.

Nostalgia hits you like a speeding truck as you recount the nights you spent over at your friends' houses, giggling as you played truth or dare and gossiped about your crushes. Back then you used to wonder if you'd even be lucky enough to have a boyfriend.

Now all you wanted to do was travel back in time and slap yourself silly for ever being so caught up in yourself that you'd even doubt your own self worth based on if a boy (of all people) would like you.

'Don't date that one dude from your science class, give a mediocre dude special attention and suddenly he'll think he's a hotshot' is what you'd advise your past self, to save you from all that humiliation and heartbreak.

You'd have to tell your past self to do, however, actually give this one popular guy a chance instead of making it hard for him to ask you out because you thought he was an asshole, he would turn out to be one of the best people you could ever meet, and well,

love.

"Okay, I'm gonna be fully honest with you and just come out and tell you that I have no idea what any of this means." Steve says, defeat in his tone as he looked over the notes you had lent to him.

You roll your eyes at him, nudging his arm with your elbow.

"C'mon, Harrington, thought you wanted to make it through life with a High School diploma at the very least." You snickered.

"Ha ha," Steve responds sarcastically before leaning in to give you a peck on the lips. "Maybe my mind isn't processing anything because my study buddy's so distractingly cute."

You scoff, poking him on the cheek. "Not my fault you got with me for my looks."

"And your personality, your heart, your passions, and your amazing little brain!" He adds, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles.

You attempt to give him a stern look despite the butterflies that were currently attacking your stomach.

"Okay, okay, in all seriousness, Steve, we need to get back to reviewing if we want even a shot at passing the final."

Steve only responded with a grown as he slumped on your desk. "Maybe it won't be too bad of me to hang back for bit, High School wasn't that bad."

You smack him lightly on the head with your notebook, to which he responds to with an overdramatic 'ow'.

"Don't joke around with me like that, Harrington. You promised me we'd be attending college together."

Steve buries his face in his hands. "Or I could just.. not go through school all over again." He mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

You let out a breath of frustration and cocked your head at him, running your tongue along your teeth. Was he being serious, or was this just his senioritis kicking in? You bumped his shoulder with yours.

"Okay, how about we take a 15 minute break, hmm? That sound good to you?"

Steve's head jolted up, a grin on his lips as he faced you.

"Wanna go for a drive?"

...

As you and Steve drove through the town of Hawkins, Indiana, you couldn't help but be struck with a certain sense of sentimentality as your mind goes through all your memories in the small town you grew up in.

While you passed by the park, you remembered how you used to climb the monkey bars and run circles around all the kids who tried to catch you as you played tag. Driving by a street downtown you happened to pass by the diner you and Steve had your first date at, recounting the flutter of your heart as he greeted you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand; he didn't have the time to go buy an actual bouquet, so he made do by picking flowers from his mother's own garden, which resulted in him being scolded, but he didn't care, to him, it was worth it as he saw the smile on your face.

As your mind wanders, you can't help but feel a heaviness in your heart. Reminiscing about this town, how despite all its complications and faults, was still your home, your safety net. It was as if your life had just passed you in one stressful, surreal blur. Now you were set to graduate, to leave home and be suddenly thrusted into the world of adulthood. It was time for you to say goodbye to childhood, to immature teenage impulses and the child-like wonder in how you used to view the world.

You blink as you feel your eyes prick with tears. Before they could fall, you swiftly wipe them away.

Steve glances in your direction, immediately knowing something was wrong.

"Hey hey hey, you okay, babe?" He says, reaching out to hold your hand.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you rubbed your eyes. "It's silly."

"Nothing's silly if it's making my (y/n) cry." He assures, voice filled with concern as he pulls up by the park you two happened to share your first kiss at.

As you catch sight of the benches and tree lined pathways, all the tears you had been holding suddenly start to fall.

Steve is quick to wrap an arm around you, brushing your hair out of your face as he rubbed your back soothingly, whispering comforting words into your ears.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself.

"You ready to talk now, love?" Steve asks, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"It's just," you start, taking in another breath before letting out a sigh. "I just feel like everything's going by so quickly, I mean, last time I checked we were just dumb teens doing whatever the hell we wanted just for the fun of it but, but now we're graduating, Steve." You lock your eyes with his.

"And, I don't know, it's like, poof! We're adults now, here are all your responsibilities, say bye bye to your childhood now!" You gesture animatedly as you let your words ooze with sarcasm.

Steve chuckled lightly at your words. "Well, that's the way the world works, honey, we're kids, we do stupid things and we learn our lessons, then boom, we're adults. I understand that it's a little scary, but I know that you," He cups both your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them together gently, causing your lips to pout like fish, to which you furrowed your brows at. "Are the most capable person I know, and you've got whatever it is life wants to throw at you." He gives your cheeks one last squeeze before kissing your cheek.

"I guess, but I can't help but think about how much I'm going to miss this place." You say, voice barely above a whisper. "We've spent our entire lives here, this place is our comfort zone, now we're just expected to leave it just like that?"

"I get what you mean," He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. "But y'know what they say, you gotta get out of your comfort zone every once in a while."

You roll your eyes playfully, scoffing at his 'sage advice' that you swore you saw on a bulletin board in your middle school classroom. "Thanks for the advice."

He snickers, running a hand through his hair before holding his hands up. "No but seriously, the world is so much bigger than you think, and I get that Hawkins means a lot to you, it's your home, but as they say: home is where the heart is. Home can be a place or a person, so long as you feel safe and loved--that, that right there is home."

You look at him with nothing but absolute, unconditional love in your eyes, intertwining your hands with his. He gives your hand a little squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

"Everything's going to be okay, okay?" He says in between kisses as he kisses up your arm like they did in cartoons.

You giggle when he reaches your shoulders, then your neck.

"Okay."

"You've got nothing to worry about," He kisses you on your right cheek. "Especially when you know you've always got me beside you." He kisses you on your left.

"Forever and ever, babe," He kisses your forehead. "And a little more after that."

He tilts your chin towards him with his thumb and forefinger before kissing you on your lips, and you can't help but smile into the kiss, fully reassured.

Because through thick and thin, through demogorgons and demonic dust clouds, through college life and adulthood, you had your Steve, and he had you.

[angsty-omi]

tooru oikawa x reader

“i hope that one day i’ll be able to replace you the way you replaced me.”

it’s hard y’know?

hearing his squeaked sneakers and the click of her heels walking down the hallway. hand in hand, confidently striding past you. her strong perfume left a mark after her presence. smelling like coconut... tooru hates coconut. you remembered the time where you tried to switch up your shampoo and tooru immediately noticed when walking into your bedroom. hated it. made you re-shower and scrub extra hard to get that scent away. then the realization hit you like a train. he just hated it on you, but could bare it with her. he liked her so much better, that he could bare the scent he detests.

last week was the last time you called tooru oikawa yours.

after losing to karasuno, the team was in shambles. tears left and right. you waited for tooru to step out of the locker room and prepared to give him affirmations and affections. although, when he walked out there were a bunch of girls already hoarding him. you could almost laugh at the sight. these girls don’t know tooru like you do. they don’t know how he feels, acts, and taste. but you do. thus, you never worried or felt insecure around these fangirls. so, you just waited for tooru to come up to you. you watched him meticulously, as he was taking very long with a certain fan. if you weren’t paying enough attention, you wouldn’t have seen the girl slip her number into his pocket. he didn’t even notice her action, since she used excuses of why she had to touch his jacket. after the whole ordeal, he finally got to you. with you, he could let his guard down. the facade of him being a nice guy to all his fans were taking a toll on him. as he grabbed your hand and found somewhere secluded, he cried in your arms. you held him tight around his neck and your back started to get wet. soothing his back and whispering “i know baby,” were things other girls couldn’t do.

although, after this, tooru changed. you couldn’t figure out why. he started to become obnoxious and rude to kids who weren’t necessarily popular. the final straw was when he was acting this way with you. his girlfriend. the same girl that watched him breakdown on her lap the whole night. the same girl that he wouldn’t let out of his bed to get dressed.

you waited outside the gates to walk with tooru. at the entrance, you saw him with the girl that gave him her number. although tooru was being civil, she kept clinging on to him. viewing this, you felt a slight bubble of jealousy in your stomach. as he walked over to you, the girl immediately walked the other way. he handed you his hand to hold, but you weren’t having it.

“tooru, i don’t like that girl. she makes me feel uncomfortable.” you sternly said while walking.

him beside you, “y/n you’re overreacting. she’s just a friend.” tooru sighed like you always did this.

“do friends cling on your arm? or pinch your cheeks? or giggle at every single thing you do?”

“she’s not like that, i promise.”

“mhm... okay.”

you hear him murmur something under his breath.

“what was that?” you put your hand to your ear, dramatically.

“i said, you should be lucky to even be with me”

“what?”

tooru then rolls his eyes at you.

“did you hear what i said idiot? i said you should be lucky to be with me”

“how am i lucky? you think it’s lucky to only see you on weekends because you’re so consumed with volleyball? huh? is that what you think? and on top of that, seeing the whole female population flirting with you every single game?”

“exactly so you see these girls and you think you’re special?”

at this point, you couldn’t believe your ears, “umm yeah because i’m your girlfriend? i would think so?”

“and you think i couldn’t replace yo-,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, hoping that you didn’t just hear him.

oh but you did. loud and clearly. just then, you abruptly stop your walking. tears riling up your eyes.

“f-f-fine, if that’s what you think, then go ahead replace me. w-we’re done o-o-oikawa.” spewing his surname like he meant nothing to you. your back was facing him, but he knew. he knew you were crying. and yet, he didn’t seem to stop you nor apologize. in oikawa’s whole life, he never won at anything. he lost to a boy that was younger than him, more athletic, and overall a better setter. subconsciously, the only thing he could win was petty arguments like this one. but was it worth it? he’d soon find out weeks later.

in those days, you haven’t reached out to him, so he assumed you were over it and with his pride in the way, he didn’t want other students to know what really happened, so he decided to appear as the winner. the one who broke it off, the savant who moved past his ex and onto a new girl.

and that’s exactly why he did. though his outer appearance looked more happy, his insides were complete opposites. he hated the smell of coconut on her, or how compared to you, she was not funny. at all. she was bland and her humor was like speaking to a millennial on hump days. he couldn’t help but look over at you once in a while to see how you were dealing with the breakup. he couldn’t read you though, your face seemed drained out of pure tiredness, making you seem like an emotionless statue. during class, he noticed that your head hung low while tapping your pen against the table.

his new girl took notice of this, “tooru why do you keep looking at y/n?” she asked jealously.

as if he could not get anymore of a douche, his immediate reaction was, “y/n’s fucking pen tapping is so goddamn annoying, it’s fitting for her i mean look at her.”

you were sick of it. being walked on. being the butt of everyone’s joke. you were a ticking time bomb, and oh- you just exploded.

“well if i’m so goddamn annoying then maybe sob to your little whore the next time you lose a dumb shit of a game you call your livelihood, in which oh yeah! continues to remind you how you will always. be. just. second. best.”

the whole class erupted in laughter. your throat started to burn and his eyes widened in shock. you went too far and you knew it. you thought you would’ve felt good giving him a taste of his own medicine, but you felt guilt and pain. like his heart was yours, and you could feel it cracking.

“oikawa, y/n to the principal’s office now!” the teacher interjected.

as you both waited on the bench in front of the office, your principal decided not to call your parents, and let you both figure it out.

you spoke first, “listen.. for what it’s worth, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for saying all those rude things. i’m sorry for calling you second best. i’m sorry for belittling your passions. i’m sorry for not being a good girlfriend. i’m sorry for not being enough-” your voice started to get shake-y.

“god you just don’t shut up do you?” oikawa chuckled. you smiled a bit in return.

“y/n.. i don’t know where to start. no one has ever seen me so vulnerable, and you being there scared me. i didn’t deserve you, someone like kageyama did. you deserve a winner. i didn’t want to be someone you’d resent or find ‘too sensitive’ so i put myself first and for that i’m sorry. really sorry… and i miss you,” he hesitated for a second before continuing, “could you ever see us together again?”

you were speechless. so speechless you didn’t realize your hand meeting his face. your eyes widened in shock.

“i guess i deserved that.” he clenched his jaw.

“how dare you? how fucking dare you? sure i can forgive you, as a peer. but to start up what we have? what we had? you’re crazy. if you truly thought that i would what? think you’re ‘too sensitive’ then you don’t know me at all. safe to say if this how you react when shit hits the fan i don’t want to know what would’ve happened if we got married.”

his eyes lit up at the word ‘married’. what could’ve been if he’d just allow himself to be vulnerable and not have high standards for himself.

“i will always love you oikawa, but never in that way again. and for that, i’m sorry.” you got up, head held high with your back facing to him. specifically because tears were burning your cheeks. one more minute with him and you would’ve folded and taken him back.

[cc-writesfor2dcharacters]

"Why me of all people?"

Characters: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Word Count: 1277

A/N: Enjoy this quick writing I made. It was just to get my brain started before I continue on writing my Tokyo Revengers fan fiction. Requests are open, feel free to leave requests but make sure to read my pinned post first. Thank you!

There was no doubt that Shinichiro Sano was a woman's dream man. So, you instantly knew you had no chance with him. He was popular, respected by many people, a family man, humble, kind, and of course, he was the most attractive guy you've met so far.

And, as for you? Well, let's just say you were a problem child. Yes, you have good grades and are talented in a lot of aspects. But, at the same time, you were the type of person who sneaks out at 10 P.M. and doesn't know how to properly dress herself. In short, everyone was intimidated by your unpredictable nature.

One day, you were fixing the mess in your locker since you stocked up a lot of things for your extracurricular activities. As you closed your locker door, you were startled to see Shinichiro reading the school newspaper while leaning on the locker beside yours.

"What do you need?" You irritatingly asked since you had your monthly visit at that time. "Uhm, wanna go out sometime?" He focused his attention on you as he closed the newspaper. "Excuse me, what? From all I know, we're the total opposites. Are you sure you’re asking the right person? I’m Y/N L/N." You rolled your eyes at him and started to walk away while you hugged your textbooks. He followed you and started talking, “I wouldn’t follow you if I wasn’t sure, right?” You stopped walking from what he said. You looked at him with disinterest in your face. “I’m sorry, but no. You might be everyone’s dream man, but I heard you’re a womanizer. So, goodbye, and have a nice day. Don’t bother me anymore.”

When you got home, you realized that you just turned down someone way out of your league. And, you didn’t have a clue why he was so interested in you. You were wearing plain blue denim jeans and a white shirt. Overall, you were just a plain girl. But, you heard stories of countless girls crying over Shinichiro.

But, that day, you thought he would stop.

He would follow you around in the hallway and try to talk to you. He would have his friends force you to go to where he was. He and his gang once went to your house and serenaded you, which made your mother push you to him. For 2 months, he never stopped doing this. No matter how many times you rejected him. The two of you had a class together, and in that class, while you were busy taking down notes, someone threw a piece of crumpled paper in your head. When you turned around, his friend, Takeomi, told me to open it. Of course, there was a question in the paper “Go out with me?” And the only two options were yes or a BIG YES. You threw the paper right back at him. What you did was you put another box below the word “or” and that’s what you shaded. Takeomi gasped in disbelief and the teacher was distracted. You turned to look at Shinichiro with a victorious smile, yet he wasn’t looking back with a playful smile. He looked really upset.

Days have passed by, and Shinichiro has stopped bothering you. But, it felt like something was missing. You saw him and his friends on the school parking lot on their motorcycle, ready to go. But, when your eyes met him, your heart started to beat faster than normal. And, that’s when you had the urge to call him. But, to your shock, he ignored you. This is when you came to a conclusion that he might really like you and his feelings were genuine. Heck, you admitted to yourself that you like him too. No gossip had been spread ever since he started to go after you. Which only means that he wasn’t playing with your feelings after all.

You were getting miserable, really. You didn’t realize that all his peskiness made you drawn to him even more. Every day, you’d think, “what kind of facade would he do now?”

And, you just found yourself to be in his garage, waiting for him. It was raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella. You just waited until he came back. When your surroundings got a little darker, you noticed someone was shielding you from the rain. And, when you looked up, you saw Shinichiro.

“Hey! It’s raining, why are you here?” Suddenly, along with the rain, your tears were falling. You were thankful for the rain for hiding your emotions. But, he seemed to notice. He eventually sat with you in the rain. “You never believed I like you, huh?” You nodded your head since you were unable to speak. He sighed before he started speaking, “Y/N, you were amazing. Yes, I’ll admit, it started as some kind of bet between me and my friends that I can make you fall in love. But, slowly, I realized you were like no other girl I’ve met before. Through the times you try to ignore me, I am observing you. And, that’s when I knew I messed up, but in a good way. Because I was so whipped for this girl I’ll never have a chance with. I eventually gave up on the idea that you’ll agree to go out with me. But, that’s fine.” He looked down on the ground. “You know Shinichiro, you’re a pain in the ass. You were the cause of my headache. And, I didn’t have a clue why you would even pursue a nobody like me. The question I have in my mind is why me of all people?” You slightly raised your voice. He looked at you as he gave you a painful smile. “Because even if you saw me as an enemy, I saw you as an angel. The only reason I agreed to that bet was that I already had my eyes on you for the longest time. I know you won’t believe me, but Y/N, I didn’t choose you because you were interesting to me. I chose you, or rather my heart chose you because you’re everything I want in a person.” Your eyes widened in surprise. For the first time, you smiled at him and said, “Well, even if you annoy me most of the time, I can’t help but fall for you.” He slowly looked at you, almost like he was scared. But, that expression soon became him jumping in the puddle of rain, and the water splashing on you. He helped you get up as he carried you. He spun you around which made the drops of rain hit your faces harder. “Trust me, I’ll make you the happiest girl.”

“And, that’s how my story with your father began.” You said as your daughter started to yawn. But, your son still wanted more stories. On the door, Shinichiro, your first and last, and the love of your life, was standing in the door who seemed to hear everything you told your children. “Yeah, your mom is more stubborn than ever. I realized I was up for a challenge when she became my girlfriend. But, you two are the product of our love.” He gently said as he caressed the hair of your son.

It was his turn to tell his story while you were cuddled up in his arms. You never imagined this is what your life would be like. But, with Shinichiro, he makes every day a perfect day. And, now, even after hating him, you’re happily married to him and you’re still so damn in love with your husband.

[our-reality]

ok if i don’t ask i’m going to go insane forever. GRABS YOU . TELL ME ABOUT THESE GAY LITTLE OCS

UAAHWBABSNENSBFNSNGBDNDBFMSDBRB FUCK OKAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

might throw up forever trying to formulate this in a. coherent way but I'LL TRY !!!!!!!!!!

ok uhehdhrjtkg i currently have 7 named ocs, those being ruby, java, python, swift, c+, vysel, and requiem. yes ik the first five are named after programming languages it doesn't mean anything though HEJSBRJSJFJDKGNG uh. i will try to be brief with them because i could honestly sit here forever talking about them and i actually wanna answer this ask so. L

uuhhshdhdhb first up is ruby!!!! she's like. the main character. along with java :3 she's very very sweet and makes friends w pretty much anyone (in fact 2 of her 3 best friends at the moment are people she literally found on the street and was like you. me. friends. NOW) she cares so much and she has so much compassion but she wears her heart out on her sleeve all the time and she. I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEE

and w her is java !! java's like. the co-main character and she's very lowkey, esp next to ruby LOL she's also ever so slightly bitchy and blunt sometimes but i promise it's the autism and the Troubled Childhood you gotta believe me . she is also very gay for women and is absolutely pining over ruby <333333 (they get together by the end though so it's okay LOVE WINS 🎉🎉🎉)

uhhhhhh next is python and he's an asshole forever . but real talk it's the assigned funnyman of the group but in the condescending n annoying way but IT'S A FACADE he actually cares so much about its friends forever and can be mature and wise when he needs to but it BURIES its FEELINGS in SARCASM!!!!!!!! (and maybe violence) also he's 8'3" cuz suprise it was a god at one point who forfeited its god powers to be a human . that's also why his eyes n teeth r bright yellow and he has strange markings everywhere lol oops

and next is swift !!!!!! sky's the dogsitter of the entire universe good for them LMAO she's still a god and used to be work partners/best friends w python before he fucking Left but let's not worry about that <333333 anyways she's very calm and elegant and they always put the interests of others before skyself whcih . uh . can be a good or bad trait depending on how you look at it but sky's trying SO HARD leave them alone . also they like to be alone a lot and they would play the flute and read books if skies role in the universe allowed them to have Hobbies

next is c+!! that's not his actual name i promise it's a nickname because he doesn't like ppl knowing his actual name . he's definitely the least plot relevant of the seven but he's still so silly 2 me <3 he's that character trope of a guy who's somehow done Everything and worked Every Job Ever but can't hold down any of them so he just pulls random anecdotes about his internship at NASA out his ass and no one believes him (least of all his good buddy java) but he also has a lot going on under the surface . which is preddy neat :3c

then there's vysel. i hate him so much. blond hair blue eyes son of a bitch . he's a former swing turned alt rock artist who got popular for being hot and shippable i guess . also he's a reanimated corpse piloted by evil spirits but shhhh no one knows that (though it would probably add to his sex appeal if ppl did know . so.) he's like the biggest bitch forever and ever he is very celebritycore mentally i'm ripping him apart with my teeth . he uses his visual illusion powers TO GIVE HIMSELF BLOND HAIR BLUE EYES WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

uhhh and then finally requiem !!!!!! they're very socially closed off and hates talking to like. Anyone and Everyone. including their parents i mean what . they wear fucking only black and white clothing and their hair is Also black and white and it's like bro get a better wardrobe got DAMN!!!!!!!@!@@!@@!! they don't really become relevant until the "second season" because i like to think of my own story as like. a tv show . because i'm just like that but when they do they become VERY important cuz they're kinda the whole reason ruby and java were involved in this story . the narrative plagues their being with every second that they breathe. they will never be free.

UHHH YAH THAT'S MAINLY PERSONALITY WISE because if i sat talking about their roles in the story or their relationships with each other past the surface level or god forbid their backstories i'd be here for 8 billion years so. YIPPEE ^_^

[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.