#que me up scotty

[roosterbruiser]

https://www.tumblr.com/roosterbruiser/723206368783433728

Bitch be for real rn 😭😭😭😭 we all know you a lil slut for CS Bradley. He is the ideal man, psychopathic and homicidal tendencies aside

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you're so right....I am such a slut for CS Bradley AND CS Jake....

I don't care if they're insane!!! look at them!!!!!!!!

[sunstar121]

birth

[the-fangirl-diaries]

Would you look at that, it's all of my four moods summed up in one meme when I don't get the required 8 hours of sleep and am running on 10% social battery.

Sam Reid for like two fucking years: Nobody has seen the real Lestat yet.

The real Lestat:

[nanaka617]

Nunca más será 1971 o No se habla de 2020 no no no (Las 17 canciones que me acompañaron durante el 2022)

¡Salutaciones a todos!

Regresando a la nueva normalidad… un mundo ¿Diferente?, no sé a ustedes pero a mí me costó volver a la rutina. El mundo no tiene un mejor panorama, parece que en diferentes partes del mundo est�� reinando el caos y precisamente aquellos que deberían preservarla, son sus agentes. Queda de parte de nosotros no dejarnos cambiar y que esas ideas no hagan mella en nosotros, si lo hacen ya ganaron.

... ¡Sigo Viva!... Va a terminar de ser mi frase de vida… Otras vez me he retrasado con la fecha, sueño al algún día publicar en la fecha correspondiente.

En fin, este listado está conformado por canciones que estuve escuchando durante el pasado año, no necesariamente corresponden a ese año, algunas pertenecen a películas, series, juegos de video y memes, soy una gran fan de los BSO, BGM, OST... etc. Para escucharlas completas solo den click al título de la canción.

Espero que lo disfruten y sin más preámbulo (sin ningún orden de relevancia... tal vez un poco cronológica) ¡Las seleccionadas!

01.- I Remember Everything - Free Guy / Christophe Beck.

¿Qué puede ser más real que intentar ayudar a alguien a quien quieres?... ¿Paperman eres tú?

02.- Hitorime No Tomodachi Ni - Komi-san wa, Komyusho Desu / Yukari Hashimoto.

Directo al corazón, me sacó lagrimitas.

03.- No! No! Satisfaction! - Mairimashita! Iruma-kun / DA PUMP.

Alguien regresó a la lista, con bailecito nuevo.

04.- Gamble - Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Dochu / syudou.

Otro isekai más, pero no me puedo resistir a ese toque tradicional.

05.- Cracker Island - Cracker Island / Gorillaz ; Thundercat.

¡Volvieron! Y más presentes que nunca. ¿Deseas unirte?

06.- Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar (Les Mondes engloutis) - Espartaco y el sol bajo el mar / versión Ricardo Cubillos, Christian Lecaros, Soledad Guerrero y Nené Lecaros letra Scottie Scott (version original Mini-Star Vladimir Cosma).

Canción que marcó la infancia de muchos, gratos recuerdos.

07.- Boss of Me - Malcolm in the Middle / They Might Be Giants.

Difícil olvidar después de un maratón... ¿Eso es Nazca?

08.- Yakumo - Ruthi_Family_Vlogs / Losstime Life ; TOYro.

Conociendo Japón a través de una familia mexico-japonesa, gracias Ruthi, saludos a Ryusei y Yurika, Don Sin Rostro eres mi favorito ¡Matanee!

09.- Shinzo wo Sasageyo! - Shingeki No Kyojin / Linked Horizon ; Revo.

Todo un himno... Si no luchas, no puedes ganar.

10.- Geki! Teikoku Kagekidan - Sakura Taisen / Chisa Yokoyama & Teikoku Kagekidan.

"Saludo militar de vuelta"

11.- Chitty Chitty Bang Bang - Paripi Koumei / QUEENDOM.

Y después de tanta lucha... ¡A disfrutar de la vida!

12.- Enemy - Arcane League of Legends / Imagine Dragons x J.I.D.

Materia pendiente, no es lo que me esperaba...

13.- D-TecnoLife - Bleach / UVERworld.

¡Volvió! Y no en forma de fichas.

14.- Mary On A Cross - Seven Inches of Satanic Panic / Ghost ; Forge, Al Fakir, Pontare.

Y con ustedes... ABBA oscuro...

15.- Ra (Polloman) - Destripando la Historia / Pascu & Rodri.

Y llegaron los dioses egipcios a DLH, tan buenos como siempre.

16.- Tukoh Taka - Official FIFA Fan Festival Anthem / Nicki Minaj ; Maluma & Myriam Fares.

Si no fuera por este gatito jamás hubiera escuchado ésta canción.

17.- Bloody Mary (Speed Up) - Wednesday (Dance Scene - TikTok Remix) / Lady Gaga.

Imposible no escucharla, imposible de olvidarla.

Y esto fue todo amigos, por más que acercándose el peligro viene ya, debemos tratar de mantener la luz encendida en los momentos más oscuros, no podemos perder nuestra humanidad, no podemos perder la fe en las personas y seamos más cordiales entre nosotros, valoren y midan el impacto que puedan tener sus opiniones, no es justo por querer hacer justicia terminen destruyendo la vida a alguien. ¡Se tiene que hacer justicia, no venganza!

Repito lo mismo del año pasado, es una época que nos invita a ser empáticos, a valorar el conocimiento, a respetar a las personas y no subestimar el poder de las artes y que éstas no pierdan su norte por querer ajustarse a una agenda políticamente correcta. No toda crítica es un acto de odio y toda crítica debe tener base.

¡Hasta la próxima!

Años anteriores:

Nunca más será 1918 o Las 30 canciones que me acompañaron durante la CUARENTENA 2020 - 2021 (Edición especial COVID-19)

Nunca más será 1999? o mejor tarde que nunca II “El ataque de los rayos gamma” (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2019… +Bonustrack)

Nunca más será 2017 o mejor tarde que nunca (las 15 canciones que me acompañaron este 2018…)

Nunca más será 1982 o las 17 canciones que me acompañaron este 2017…

Nunca más será 1993 o las canciones que me acompañaron este 2016…

NUNCA MÁS SERÁ 1973…

Las 13 Canciones que me acompañaron este 2014…

[theraininthestars]

Wrap-Up de febrero y marzo

Hola querides, ahora sí vamos a hacer el wrap-up de Febrero y Marzo, estos dos meses leí 5 libros, wuuuu. Muy buenas lecturas hasta ahora, y más cerca de la meta a 40 libros.

Para febrero leí Lost In The Neverwoods como mi libro del mes y luego leí Cinderella is dead.

Lost In The Neverwoods de Aiden Thomas es el retelling del cuento Peter Pan, donde Wendy, ahora con 18 años, es voluntaria en el hospital y una marginada social después de su desesperación en su adolescencia con sus hermanos. Ahora parece que las desesperaciones comienzan otra vez y todo parece regresar a Wendy y a ese joven extraño que atropelló (POR ACCIDENTE) que se dice llamar Peter Pan. Me encantó el libro, el estilo narrativo del autor es cautivador y presenta una historia muy interesante con respecto al saber popular de Peter Pan. Muy recomendado 10 de 10, y la canción que relacionó Only You de Selena Gómez.

Cinderella is dead de Kalynn Bayron trata de Sophia que vive en este reino donde las chicas son forzadas a ir al baile de Cenicienta y ser elegidas por los solteros del pueblo y pueblos cercanos al reino. Pero Sophia no quiero esto para su vida, ella no quiere casarse con un hombre sino con su mejor amiga. El día del baile, ella escapa y descubre la verdad del cuento de Cenicienta, por lo que decide liberar a su pueblo junto con Constantine. Es un muy bien concepto y el mundo no es malo, pero es una historia que le faltó un poco más de desarrollo y la protagonista no parece tener un crecimiento como personaje. Le voy a dar un 7 de 10, si les gustan los retellings denle una oportunidad. La canción que le queda es Cinderella is dead de EMELINE.

Y en marzo leí In The Afterlight, She Drives Me Crazy y La Fosa de Agua.

In The Afterlight de Alexandra Bracken. La tercera y última parte de la historia de Ruby, una joven que nació con poderes de manipular la mente. El libro es una distopía en Estados Unidos (obviamente, donde más suceden las distopías juveniles) sobre niños que desarrollan poderes y el gobierno los intenta controlar de todas las maneras posibles. La saga es increíble, Bracken tiene un excelente ritmo y voz narrativa que te acompaña durante todo el trayecto de Ruby escapando del gobierno y su misión de ser libre. Se vuelve algo pesado leer todas las tragedias por las que pasan los personajes, pero una distopía que recomiendo mucho, 9.5 de 10. La canción que le asignó es Whatever it takes de Imagine Dragons.

She Drives Me Crazy de Kelly Quindle trata sobre como Scottie sobrevive su primera ruptura amorosa y usa a Irene para hacerlo, suena muy malo, pero les prometo que el libro trabaja como una rom-com que si le pone empeño a sus personajes y sus arcos. El arco de Scottie es muy bonito, e Irene es una diosa (yo ya estaba enamorada de este personaje cuando menciono su desprecio por AP European History). La canción que la relacionó es 7 things I hate about you de Miley Cyrus, y también la película 10 things I hate about you; tienen la misma vibra, pero si fuera de lesbianas y con final feliz.

La Fosa de Agua de Lydiette Carrión no es un libro fácil de leer, pero la narrativa de Lydiette lo hace rápido. El libro pertenece al periodismo narrativo que retrata eventos reales pero con herramientas de la narrativa para hacerlo más digerible y cautivador. En este texto se mencionan diversos casos de niñas siendo secuestradas en México, y no, no las encuentran como ellos querían. Una lectura agridulce sobre la realidad en México, pero algo que se debe reconocer y actuar sobre este. 10 de 10, la autora no romantiza y cuenta todo con un tono serio e intrigante. No podía poner otra canción que no fuera el himno de Sin Miedo de Vivir Quintana.

Estos meses tuve lecturas muy buenas, la que más me sorprendió fue She Drives Me Crazy y la que me decepcionó fue Cinderella is dead. Por más buenas lecturas en abril y el resto del año.

¿Cómo han estado sus lecturas hasta ahora? ¿Qué libro de los que leí les interesa leer o que le haga una reseña más larga? ¿Qué libros me recomiendan que lea en estos meses que vienen?

[ameliora-j]

catch me stealing my library account’s theme bc it is SEXY

[roosterbruiser]

BOB IS SUCH A TWIN DAD!! I’m glad the agenda is spreading

HE LITERALLY IS AND MORE PEOPLE SHOULD TALK ABOUT IT!!!

HE'S AN EXPERT AT HOLDING BOTH OF THEM IN ONE ARM SO HE CAN HOLD YOU WITH THE OTHER!!!!!! HE CAN CHANGE TWO DIAPERS AT THE SAME TIME WITHOUT THEM CRYING BC HE MAKES SILLY FACES!!!!! HE'S GOT TWO PERFECTLY GOOD SHOULDERS WHERE HE PERCHES THEM AS HE TAKES THEM AROUND BASE!!!! HE HAS ALWAYS BEEN ABLE TO TELL THEM APART AND HAS NEVER EVEN MIXED THEM UP ONE TIME!!!!

[feeltheavocado]

Songs from My Random Playlist that Kept Reminding Me Of Daganronpa Characters for Some Reason

These are songs I listened to and of course I thought of more characters in the songs acting them out but I mainly just put who the focus is on.

“Eight Wonder” By Lemon Demon -

Kokichi Ouma

“Borderline” By Nico Collins -

The Protagonists

“Mild High Club” By Homage -

Kokichi

“Summertime Hightime” By Cuco (ft JKwe$t) -

Hajime and Nagito

“Fifteen Minutes” By Mike Krol -

The Protagonists

(Or Anyone Really)

“Just 3 Days” by Mandopony -

Kokichi

“Cherry Cola” by Kuwada -

Shuichi and Kaede

Hajime and Chiaki

“I Cant Decide” by Scissor Sisters -

Kokichi

“Crazy” by Gnarls Barkley

Nagito

and/or Kokichi

“Can i Have a Ride Home, Im At a Party and Dont Know Anyone” by (idk) -

Shuichi

“Party Favor” by Billie Eilish -

Kaede (idk Maybe after her death)

“I Cant Handle Change” by ROAR -

Shuichi

“Feelings Are Fatal” by Mxmtoon -

Shuichi

Kokichi

“Touch-Tone Telephone” by Lemon Demon -

Nagito and/or Kokichi

“A Place With No Name” by Michael Jackson -

Tenko and Himiko/Shuichi and Kokichi/Any ship to be honest :/

“Peachy! Falling For You” by Mxmtoon

Kokichi and Shuichi

“Business Man” by Mother Mother -

The Imposter “Twogami” or/and Togami

“Everything at Once” by Lenka -

Any Character at Different verse

“Daddy Issues” by The Neigborhood -

Pregame! Shuichi And Pregame! Kokichi

“Blue Haze” by Amber Run -

Shuichi

“Bubble gum” by Clairo -

Tenko and Himiko

“Redbone” by Childish Gambino -

Kokichi

“The Way I Feel Inside” by The Zombies -

Shuichi

“Oblivion” by Grimes -

Mikan

“Happy Pills” by Weathers -

Nagito and Kokichi

“Lay It Down” by Steelix -

Miu and Kaede

“Hope” by Jack Stauber -

Nagito

“Lover Is A Day” by Cuco -

Kokichi and Shuichi

“Cabinet Man” by Lemon Demon -

Junko/Tsumugi

“Cut My Hair” by Mounika (Ft Cavetown) -

Kokichi

“Honey Lavender” by ieuan -

Shuichi and Kokichi

“How Long” Charlie Puth-

Pregame! Shuichi and Pregame! Kokichi

“Rest Easy, I’ll See You All Again” by Cuco -

The Protagonists (More Like Shuichi, Hajime, and Makoto)

“Alone Again (Naturally) by Gilbert O’Sullivan -

Shuichi

“Francis Forever” by Olivia Olson -

Kokichi

“School Friends” By Now, Now -

Tenko and Himiko

“Wait By The River” by Lord Huron -

Hajime/Shuichi

“Hello World” by Louie Zong -

Kiibo

“Ultimately” by Khai Dreams -

Kokichi

“Christmas Kids” by ROAR -

Pregame! Shuichi

“The Wolf” by SIAMÉS -

Pregame! Shuichi

“I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend” by Girl In Red -

Miu and Kaede

Tenko and Himiko

“Lo Que Siento” by Cuco -

Kokichi and Shuichi

“Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys -

Kokichi and Shuichi

“I Wished You Liked Girls” by Abbey Glover -

Tenko and Himiko

“Just A Friend To You” by Meghan Trainor -

Tenko and Himiko

“Loved” by FEIN -

Shuichi

or Kokichi

“We Had To End It” by Cuco -

Shuichi

or Hajime

“Please Never Fall In Love Again” by Ollie MN -

Kokichi and Shuichi

“Better For Me” by Fake Laugh -

Shuichi/Kokichi

“All Without You” by Snøw and Laeland -

(idk but it does remind me of someone but I forgot)

“Dead Weight” by Jack Stauber -

Shuichi

“Oh Klahoma” by Jack Stauber -

Kokichi/Shuichi

“Two Time” by Jack Stauber-

Hajime, Nagito, and Chiaki

“Mister Glassman” Scotty Sire -

Pregame! Kokichi

Kokichi

or Shuichi? (Could be Anyone, but these two were the first thing that came to mind when listening)

“Airplane Mode” by Limbo -

Kokichi

“Stolen Dance” by Milky Chance -

Anyone Really (if all the games were a show this would be the end credits for the very last episode idk why)

“Rude” by MAGIC! -

Souda

“My Type” by Saint Motel -

Kokichi

“Human” by Rag'n'Bone Man -

Hajime

“Afraid” by The Neighborhood -

Kokichi

“Man on The Moon” by Zella Day

Kaito

Shuichi?

V3 Characters, idk why they just pop ip in my mind

“How Far We’ve Come”

Everyone in Danganronpa V3 bc it reminded me of them

“If You Leave” by Sense

Shuichi

“Hungover in The City of Dust” by Auto heart

Shuichi

“Fix Me” by Cuco & Dillon Francis

Shuichi

“My Mom” by Kimya Dawnson

Shuichi

These are all the songs i listened throughout the last three days and a Danganronpa Character always popped up on my thoughts while listening to the songs, im sorry that the same characters keep on showing up, feel free to reblog

I’m Very Sorry About any Mistakes and My Grammar and That The List Was Very Long, oh and also I’ll be updating this

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

I liked the French Sterek prompt.

—–

Stiles is joking around with Cora and Scott after school, waiting/hoping to catch a glimpse of Derek when he picks Cora up. The Camaro pulls up and Cora opens the door as she finishes her conversation with Scott. Stiles doesn’t do subtle, so he totally ducks a little to see Derek clearly. He’s on the phone and he’s … “–pas grave,” Derek is saying. “Je dois finir l'appel, je conduis.” Holy. Shit. Derek can speak French. Something pops in Stiles’ brain. Because damn, Derek is hot like all the time, but the hotness is escalated to the point where it’s approaching the infinity limit when French is involved. Scott and Cora are staring at him, Scott with an expression that says ‘dude, bro, stop’, and Cora with a wide evil grin. Then Stiles rewinds the last three seconds and realises he might’ve actually said that. As in aloud. Oh. Fuck. He looks at Derek and, to his horror, sees Derek staring back at him, phone still at his ear and excellent eyebrows high. A sound not unlike a felled gazelle emerges from Stiles. “Um. I gotta … go … be … over there.” And he sprints back into school. Cora’s laughter is cut off by the door slamming shut behind him.

This is it. It’s over. He might as well hang up his dreams of ever dating anyone, let alone getting laid, let alone doing any of those things with Derek Romance-Tongued Hale, because clearly the universe has given up on him. He’s a lost cause. He’s done. He’s eighteen and he’s over. Scott finds him standing in the middle of the corridor. “You okay?” “No,” Stiles replies. “I’m facing down my long and illustrious future as the most inept virgin in existence.” “It wasn’t that bad,” Scott says. “I think Derek blushed.” “Pity blushing doesn’t count.” Stiles throws his hands wide. “I don’t want pity blushes, Scotty!” “Cora thought it was hilarious.” Of course she did. Which is why Stiles isn’t surprised when she practically drags him out of the school the next day, hands around his arm like a vice. Like, what the hell does she do to get a grip like that? Stiles can’t get away. Which is why he’s still standing there when Derek pulls up. “Whyyy?” Stiles begs, struggling with Cora. “You’ll thank me later, idiot,” she says. Derek gets out the car and saunters over with his stupid hot face and hot shoulders and hot fucking smirk and Stiles wishes that he could defy gravity and physics because sinking into the earth is a super great prospect right now. Derek gets in his face and says, “Hey.” Oh fuck everything. “Hey.” This is the worst. Stiles looks at Cora. “You’re officially the worst.” “If you could stop fighting with my sister for one second,” Derek says, “it would be cool if I could get your number.” Stiles is so surprised that he forgets he’s trying to get away from this situation. He looks at Cora and Scott, then back at Derek. He rewinds the last three seconds. Yup, Derek Hale asked him for his number. “Are you serious?” he blurts. Derek runs a hand through his hair, looking kinda sheepish. “Yeah.” “How?”

Derek seems to have difficulty getting words out. “Oh my fucking god, this is such bullshit,” Cora says, letting his arm go. “I’m so glad one of you two finally said something. Just for your freaking information, Stilinski, remember how I passed my driving exam six months ago? I don’t need picked up. This moron keeps doing it because he’s got a crush and he’s too chickenshit to do anything about it.” She shoves Stiles a little. “Do something about it. Derek, I’m driving the Camaro home.” “Like hell you are,” Derek snaps. “Stiles, give your number.” He hesitates, then adds, “S'il vous plait. Maintenant, avant que ma soeur ne détruise ma voiture.” Stiles nearly throws his phone at him.

DW: You guys, I initially got this as an anon submission, but I’m so happy sittinginmytincan has since posted it on AO3! It’s such a cute story, and they deserve all the credit for it, so please go and leave some kudos and comments over there! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18735706

[sunstar121]

Child: Daddy! Look! I drew you and mommy at school today!!

Me: Hell yeah, fanart

[roosterbruiser]

I’m so glad there will be more of fuck! Universe

yesss!!

someone a while ago (so sorry baby) requested Harrison and Eleanor meeting baby Charlotte for the first time after she's born so that's what it'll be

I've decided on the title Fucking Precious :-)

[hopefullylovelyxx]

Ça te rend belle.

Part two

Authors Note:

I spent a lot of time on this one to make sure it was perfect. I’m thinking I’ll post a new part every Saturday from here on out. So check in every weekend. I’ll also make a masterlist now that I’m getting into having multiple parts of the story. I hope you like it.

. . . . . .

Wednesday August 15, 2018 (same day as pt.1)

After having to make copies of worksheets, file papers, and get things ready for her own class period, Y/N finally gets to rest at lunch. She goes to the teachers lounge and doesn’t know who to sit with as everyone is in their own cliques of teachers. She decides to sit at the table full of teachers who appear to be younger than all the others. She smiles warmly at them and says “Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m the new French student teacher. May I join you?” She made sure to say ‘may’ instead of ‘can’ just in case any of them were English teachers, she didn’t want to start on a bad foot.

They all nod and smile then begin to introduce themselves. The first woman with amazing long dark hair and perfect skin Y/N wishes she could possess holds her hand out for her to shake and says “I’m Natalia, I’m the drama teacher.” She shakes it followed by a “nice to meet you.” The next is a woman with a blonde bob Y/N wishes she could pull off. She shakes her hand and says “I’m Jasmine. I teach 12th grade English.” With a nod and another “nice to meet you” Y/N turns to the next person. A guy who seems to be writing a rather lengthy text only to delete it all and look up at Y/N, “Sorry, my girlfriend thinks I’m cheating again...you probably didn’t need to know that. M’a names Liam. I‘m a p.e. coach. Not that interesting.” He shakes her hand and proceeds to type another message.

Jasmine playfully smacks him and says “Don’t be rude Liam! I’m sorry about him. His girlfriend does this like 4 times a month.” He frowns and says “hey! Not true...it was only 3 times last month.” Natalia chuckles and Jasmine rolls her eyes and says “This is what I deal with on a regular basis.” Y/N chuckles and almost forgets about her food. The rest of lunch Y/N learns about her new temporary “co-workers”.

After lunch, Y/N still has one more period of nothing to do before she gets to meet her 6th period class. She decides to take notes on Mrs. Meyers’ teaching style but 10 minutes in realized she is not the best teacher to get teaching tips from. The woman spends half the period complaining about school starting too early then the other half complaining about students wasting class time. Right as the bell rings signaling the end of 5th period, Mrs. Meyers gathers her belongings and gives Y/N one last look and says “Good luck. The seniors are the hardest to control. But I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She then goes out the door and once again Y/N is confused as to why she would say that to someone especially after they expressed their concerns about seniors not taking them seriously. She takes a deep breath and goes to the front of the classroom feeling more nervous than she did at the beginning of first period.

Students start coming in conversing with one another and don’t look twice at Y/N. They see her and smile then go back to their conversations. Once the second bell sounds she expects to have to raise her voice a bit to get them to stop talking but instead most of them stop their conversations immediately. She smiles thinking maybe this won’t be so bad after all. “Bonjour, je m’appelle Ms. Y/N. Je suis étudiant à UCLA. Je désire être une prof de française alors je serai votre professeur ce semestre parce-que je suis seulement un enseignant stagiaire.” Everyone in the classroom looks at her just as amazed as the beginners French students did. A boy in the back row raises his hand so she says “oui?” He says “We have no idea what you just said.” Everyone nods in agreement and a girl towards the middle says “Mrs. Meyers never taught us anything. She just yelled and complained about how she would rather be at home sleeping.” Y/N laughs and says “big mood.” She thinks to herself but when the entire class joins in laughing and adds “I know right!”s, Y/N feels warmth in her cheeks from them hearing her and also feels content in knowing that she made them laugh.

After she reexplains everything in English she takes attendance and then decides against her lesson plans considering they don’t fully know the French language and instead goes back to basics. During the lesson she keeps note that Kyle is quite the class clown, Julia is the friendly talkative type, Cara stares at Scotty but he stares at Elijah, Quinn looks at the clock every 5 minutes, and Y/N could go on and on. Once she has something distinguishable about each student and finishes reviewing basic French conjugation, she calls it a day and they all have a conversation as a class.

They ask her how to say different words or phrases in French and make jokes along the way. In a weird way Y/N feels like she’s talking to friends rather than students. Perhaps it’s the somewhat miniature age gap or maybe she just really feels connected with the students.

Kyle gasps loud enough to be heard 5 classrooms down and it startles everyone. He then says “She’s like the girl version of Mr. Styles but less fancy!” Nearly everyone’s eyes widen and express their agreement. Then they start pin pointing differences and Y/N doesn’t know if she should be offended at some or grateful for others. “Him but funnier” “Him but more laid back” “Him but not that stylish” “Him but not like him at all” Y/N is very confused and intrigued by who this Mr.Styles is. She cuts off the comparisons and asks “Who is Mr. Styles?” They all look at her like she’s a ghost. She’s met with various questions along the lines of “how do you not know who he is?” Julia shushes everyone to answer her question and says “He’s the AP Literature teacher.” They all say various forms of “You should get to know him”, “Go out with him”, or “Slide in his DM’s”. She laughs slightly at their eagerness and it just ignites a little flame in her stomach. Maybe she will talk to him just to see what all the fuss is about.

The walk to her car that afternoon is audibly silent but the amount of noise in her head is overwhelming. So much so that she attempts to unlock her car by pressing the the home button of her phone instead of the actual button on her car keys. As she starts her car she immediately shakes away all the overwhelming thoughts of what her new students and colleagues think of her. The one thing that she can’t seem to stop thinking about though is who Mr.Styles is. She thinks back to the day and tries remembering every male teacher she saw. However, no one seems to be matching the few details she managed to gather from when the students were talking about him. She recalls hearing, “curly brown hair”, “a jawline that gives you a paper cut just by looking at it” - definitely the most amusing detail of them all, and “he has more tattoos than my uncle and he’s a tattoo artist”. She doesn’t realize how long she’s actually been thinking about him until she’s already pulling into the driveway of her apartment.

That night she spends a little extra time planning her outfit for the next day but it still probably looks like crap.

. . . . . .

Thursday August 16, 2018 7:30 am

The bell rings signaling the start of school and the announcements soon follow so Harry stands up and walks to the front of the class. Absentmindedly, he fidgets with his many rings and when the announcements come to an end he’s bombarded with multiple voices all speaking of a Ms. Y/N who he has no knowledge of. “One at a time, settle down. Kyle, go.” The young man smirks and says “Our French class has a new student teacher and she’s really funny and hot and has a nice round a-“ Harry cuts him off and says “Julia, go.” Kyle quickly says “I was gonna say personality!” Harry lifts an eyebrow at him and says “Last time I checked personality didn’t start with the letter A and it wasn’t circular. Julia, proceed.” She gleams and says “She’s just like you but a girl and has a horrible fashion sense, isn’t British, and speaks better French than you.” Harry has a hard time imaging an individual quite like that. He furrows his eyebrows and says “So you’re all going wild over the fact that me and a new teacher are similar but also completely different?” They all nod in confirmation and Harry is just as confused as they are during a lesson. Another student raises their hand and says “You should talk to her sometime.” Nearly the entire class erupts in agreement, some students he doubts are even in French. Why on earth did they want him to meet with this teacher so much? Harry rarely even speaks to his fellow English department when they have meetings, let alone teachers of other subject fields. He quickly pushes all his thoughts to the side and begins his lesson.

. . . . . .

It’s been nearly 2 weeks since Y/N and Harry were made aware of each other; yet they still haven’t met. Y/N considered “randomly” bumping into him in the halls or perhaps dropping into his classroom and asking if he knew of any good French literature but ultimately decided against it. She only has a short amount of time to practice teaching and help her students as much as she possibly can, it’d be irresponsible and unfair to just shift all her time onto a guy instead of them. Harry on the other hand, just simply feels uncomfortable with the whole idea of talking to someone purposefully and expecting something to come out of that. Why force a situation? Let it happen naturally. But their students have other plans for them...

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Tuesday September 4, 2018 5:15 am

Y/N wakes but not to the sound of her alarm, rather the sound of knocking on the door to her apartment. She immediately sits up and quickly fixes her hair and checks her phone for the time. She groans realizing she could’ve had 15 more minutes of partying with Justin Timberlake on a yacht in the Bahamas. She goes to her front door and sees her neighbor Jamie who she’s only ever had 2 conversations with which makes it even more of a surprise. “Sorry if I woke you or anything, I know it’s early.” Y/N shakes her head and says “it’s fine. What did you need?” the neighbor only a few years older than Y/N replies “I was about to leave for work and when I was getting in my car I noticed all your tires were flat so I figured I’d tell you now so it wouldn’t be a surprise later.” Y/N is taken aback and says “Really? Well thank you for telling me. That was kind of you.” She smiles and says “no problem. Have a good day.” then leaves.

Y/N gets ready for the day as usual and tries getting an Uber. Before she leaves, she goes to grab her lanyard that possesses her teacher I.D. and the key to her classroom from her bag from yesterday but can’t seems to find it. She empties the bag and still can’t find it. She gets an alert from the Uber driver saying he’s arrived so she quickly rummages through her entire apartment wondering where on Earth she could’ve misplaced them. She can’t seem to find them anywhere so she just rushes to the car and has no time for her daily Americano from Starbucks to give her an extra kick.

5:30 am

Harry wakes up to his alarm blaring and quickly silences it. He runs a hand through his hair and debates wether or not he should give himself an extra 15 minutes but decides against it. He takes a warm shower and feels extra sleepy this morning so he quickly speeds up his conditioning and gets dressed to allow for more time to grab a quick tea this morning. Today he settles on a white shirt, pink velvet flared pants, and black vans. He grabs his brown leather bag and goes out the door.

On his way to the Starbucks that’s just a little down the road he notices his favorite café is open. Have they always been open this early before? Harry doesn’t give it a second thought and pulls into the parking lot. He goes inside and the barista looks at him then down at the counter and says “Morning Mr. Styles.” Harry looks at the young worker again and smiles “Simon? I didn’t know you work here.” He nods and says “yeah, college is just as expensive as everyone complains about.” Harry chuckles a little at his former student and orders. As he prepares Harry’s tea, Simon says, “How’s my sister doing in your class?” Harry thinks for a moment and says “Julia is doing alright. She’s good at pinpointing themes but can’t seem to decipher most symbolism.” Simon responds with, “You can say I was a better student than her, it’s fine.” He hands harry his tea and another drink. Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion and says “I only ordered the one tea.” Simon simply says “Take the Americano as a thank you for not failing me in your class.” They share a small chuckle and harry leaves, both drinks in his hands.

When Harry gets to the school his usual parking spot before some car started parking in it is available so he pulls into it. He grabs his leather shoulder bag and two drinks and heads into the school.

Once he reaches his classroom he puts both drinks down on the ground and goes to grab his lanyard with his classroom key on it but when it’s not in its usual spot he starts looking through his entire bag but still can’t seem to find it. Finally he gives up and picks up both drinks to try and find a janitor to open the door for him.

While walking to the janitors room he sees another individual frantically roaming the hall obviously having no clue where on earth she’s going while getting frustrated and to harry it’s quite...attractive? “Where in hell?” She looks down at a paper and one of the room numbers in confusion. Harry goes up to her and says “Lookin for something?” She turns to look at him and nods, “uh yeah. I um...I’m looking for the janitor. I’m missing the keys to my classroom. I’m just a student teacher and the actual teacher doesn’t come in until second period but I teach first so I really need to get in.” Harry immediately makes the connection that this must be the famous Ms. Y/N and nods in understanding and says “Lost my keys too actually. But uh, you’re no where near the janitors room love.” Y/N blushes at the pet name but it disappears when she tells herself it’s just a term of endearment British people use for everyone. Harry looks over at the map in her hand, smiles a bit at her mistake and says “This is room 901. Janitors room is 106. You had it upside down.” Y/N immediately feels all the blood rush to her face and harry is smiling completely smitten over her priceless expression. She laughs a little and says “I was wondering why the other numbers looked a little off.” They both giggle slightly and he says “I’m Mr. Styles but to you I’m just Harry.” She smiles and says “Hi just Harry I’m Y/N.” He laughs a little too hard at her dad joke and says “Well, Y/N can I interest you in an Americano? M’not a big coffee person but i-“ “Yes please! Sorry, I just had a stressful morning and couldn’t get it on my way here.” Harry gives it to her and says “No problem. Let’s go find the janitor together yeah?” She nods slightly biting her lip and Harry regrets not talking to her sooner.

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Thank you. xx

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Promise Baby, You'll Love Me Forevermore

So uh hi. ive never written a naruto fic before this really so i guess this is a good start. 

word count: 1961

Rating: T i guess 

inspired by this fic right here and my contribution to kiba week. give jaz some love this fic is amazing. also be nice to me maybe idk okay here goes

@princejellychu @ino-buta @for2buns

It’s a fine, nearly spring day when Kiba first lays his eyes on what has to be the finest boy he’s ever seen. 

The dogs are running low on food and Kiba’s been sent to fix that. It’s a good long walk usually canceled out by a car he’s no longer allowed to use. At least til his momma forgives him. He spots Naruto’s bright yellow hair as he enters the store and resists the urge to tackle him. Naruto’s not alone and Kiba has some kinda home training. “Que pasa pendejo?!” He yells across 3 aisles. Home training never included an inside voice. The group turns around and Kiba recognizes the redhead; Gaara, knows how to party, always brings coke but exclusively for Naruto. The tall blonde with the large space puffs that are out of this world he doesn’t recognize but she fits the description of the girl Shika’s so hung up about. Kiba thinks he understand, her legs do go on forever. He doesn’t focus on her for long because last boy, dressed in all black from his beanie, to his fingerless gloves, to his combat boots has his attention in a vice grip. If the outfit wasn’t enough the boy has on dark purple lipstick he’s matched to his eyeshadow. Kiba dubs him “sexy goth” and needs his name immediately. The sudden wave of dehydration makes him trip over his own feet. He doesn’t fall, thank god, his reflexes are usually on point. He smoothly gathers himself making his way over to Naruto. “Gonna scare all the customers with that racket, dog breath.” Naruto says with a smile slinging his arm around Kiba’s neck in a not so gentle hug. “I’m sure Lee wouldn’t mind.” Kiba replies when Naruto releases him. “Who do we have here?” “Well you know Gaara. This his brother and sister.” Naru says pointing to each respectively. “Temari,” the blonde says waving with the bag of chips in her hand. “Kankuro.” Sexy goth says, and offers his hand to Kiba. Kiba takes it with a lopsided grin. “Kiba. My mom owns the kennel, good friend of Naruto’s. Single.” Kankuro raises his brows, impressed. If Kiba takes too long to let go of his hand he doesn’t say. “You didn’t tell me your Suna friends were fine as hell.” Kiba says to Naruto in Spanish. “You never asked.” Naruto says. — Later when everyone gathers at the Namikaze house his friends shake their heads at him. “You ever met a bitch named shame?” Shika asks. He’s propped up against Naruto’s bed nursing a can of beer. “We’re not on speaking terms right now.” Kiba shrugs from the beanbag in the corner. “I cannot believe that worked.” Chouji says. “What can I say? I am a gentleman.” “If you’re a gentleman I’m fucking lawyer.” Naruto says from the edge of his bed. They all crack up and Ms. Kushina yells that they better laughing over that homework. — The next time he sees Kankuro it’s two days later and he’s working his shift at the kennel. He’s mostly waiting for lunch time. The dogs are clean and in their cages waiting to be adopted. Hana’s in the back serving them lunch when Kankuro stomps in donned in another all black outfit. Same boots, same fingerless gloves, but a black hoodie and baggy black jeans. Kiba notes he painted his nails the same purple as his eyeshadow and lipstick. Favorite color. Noted. “Welcome to Inuzuka Kennel,” he drawls and gives that same lopsided grin. “What can we do you for? A dog? A friend? Both?” He’s never been one for subtlety. Kankuro pretends to consider this. “I guess bit of both.” Kankuro matches Kiba’s grin and leans over the counter. Well then. The tension is strong and pulled taught. “I’m heading out for lunch Kiba you want anything?” Hana yells on her way out. Kiba doesn’t break eye contact with Kankuro and answers, “two pork shoulder sandwiches from Akimichis.”  He hears his sister confirm and the door shuts. “Why don’t you step back here and we can see about that?” — Hana comes back in exactly half an hour, ever punctual. Kiba is has his chair tipped back and his feet in the desk which his mom hates and Kankuro sitting on the desk which Hana frowns at. She hands Kiba the bag with the food and he hands Kankuro the other sandwich. “Aight, get back to work before Mom makes you scrub this whole place down.” Hana says. Kankuro takes that as his cue to go. “I think I might come back another time.” “Oh did you see one you liked?” Hana asks. Both boys smile. “Sure did.” — “I hope ya momma busts ya ass for fucking on the clock.” Chouji says throwing a couch cushion at him. “Speaking from experience?” Kiba says catching it easily and sticking his tongue out. He doesn’t tell them Hana slapped him upside the head twice but was merciful enough not to tell his momma. — “You sure you not moving too fast?” Naruto asks one afternoon in detention. Its almost summer. Almost vacation. He wears his mesh shirt to school because it’s just that hot and thinks the detention is worth it. Iruka sensei lets them do whatever for the hour as long as they don’t make too much noise or leave the room. Shika’s there for snoring in trig, Ino for skipping gym, Naruto got into another fight, and Sakura, apparently cussed out the history teacher. “Maybe,” Kiba says. They’ve only been on two dates at this point and yes Kiba is counting that time at work. He hogs the phone every other day just to talk to Kankuro. He never thought of himself as someone who could manage a long distance relationship but here he is. Except- “We’re technically not exclusive yet.” He confesses. Ino practically shouts, “Why the fuck not?” Iruka looks up from his newspaper and gives her a look that says, “Really?” Kiba shrugs and that only makes her more mad. “What’s the hold up? You like him, he likes you, you both are only seeing each other so what’s the problem?” She says waving her perfectly manicured nails around. (The elephant in the room blares but neither her or Sakura hear it) “There ain’t no problem. It’s just never come up.” Kiba doesn’t usually feel insecure but right now he’s uneasy. It’s too soon to say he’s in love, but he’s never had a relationship like this. “You should probably get on that quick then,” Sakura says. “It’s different when you can’t see them everyday.” Kiba doesn’t like the implication at all. His stomach sinks a bit and Iruka sensei dismisses them for the day. — Kiba doesn’t really ask for much for his birthday. He appreciates a good party even when it’s a few days late and loves being surrounded by friends and family. Even when certain friends abandon him for their new boytoys. Fucking typical. “Are you pouting, birthday boy?” Kiba looks up to see Kankuro and to say his face lights up is an understatement. “You came!” He all but tackles him and almost knocks the both them into Shinos table. Kiba can’t see his glare behind his shades but knows it’s there. He doesn’t care. “You’re surprised? Why wouldn’t I?” “Well,” Kiba starts. God since when does he get nervous? “We never really talked about being official or anything-“ “We haven’t? I’ve been telling everyone my boyfriend lives in Konoha.” At this Kiba laughs wholeheartedly. “That answers that.” “Sorry for not being explicitly clear, Scotty.” He presses himself impossibly closer and kisses him longer than ever necessary. “I also came bearing gifts.” “You mean you weren’t my present?” “Well yeah. Consider it my apology for not being able to stay.” Kankuro hands Kiba a tiny bag and smiles. “Only the best for the birthday boy.” “Holy shit I love you.” —

In a month or so momma Inuzuka will let Kiba take his permit test and Kiba will be allowed to borrow the car again. The first thing he plans to do is book it to Suna and spend a week in Kankuro’s bed. It’s just not fair he doesn’t get to go to Suna when Kankuro gets the privilege of travel from being a mayor’s son. Speaking of mayors sons-

“Ya boys are here to spring you.” His mom says as he’s finishing up a mornings worth of dog grooming. Naruto has the bright idea to take Shika to Suna to get him laid. Kiba doubts it will happen but now he owes Naruto big time and wonders if he should ask if he can read minds.

Kankuro’s tracing the scars on Kiba’s arms. They don’t hurt anymore but it’s still an ugly reminder. Kiba had called it “a present from Konoha’s finest,” always defaulting to jokes to keep the mood light.

Kankuro had given Kiba a brief tour of his room; from the various posters of metal and punk bands hung haphazardly to the small woodworking projects he’s accumulated over the years.

(This tour obviously ends with Kiba’s tongue down Kankuro’s throat. While Kiba enjoys hearing his boyfriend enthuse about his projects, that’s not really what his friends drove through a windstorm for)

“D’ya think Shika’s has any luck with Temari?” Kiba says comfortably snuggled up to Kankuro’s side.

“Nope. Which is sad because they’d probably be good together.”

“What’s the holdup?”

“It’s not him. It’s her and the fact that she’s currently into Hinata.”

“Shit, she is hard to compete with.”

“Just hope she doesn’t crush his heart into tiny pieces. That would make things awkward for us wouldn’t it?”

“Meh. Inconvenient more like.”

“Oh yeah I have something for you.” Kankuro suddenly remembers and Kiba pouts when he gets out of the bed.

“Why are you always the one getting me stuff.”

“I just like spoiling you.” He reaches into a drawer on his desk and Kiba hopes he’s not blushing too hard. “Plus, you did come all the way out here and it’s not like Suna weather is nice to you city folk.”

“Said the goth in the desert.”

“I’m committed to my art.” He holds up a chain with a single charm on it. Kankuro continues before Kiba can ask.

“My granny Chiyo gave this charm bracelet a long time ago. Don’t usually wear it because I’m afraid of losing it.”

“And this charm?” Kiba asks placing his hands under it.

“Is my favorite.” It’s a skull, painted a metallic purple with two black gem for eyes. “You gonna turn around so I can put it on you or just stare?”

Kiba’s never been one for jewelry but there’s no way he’s ever taking it off.

—

+

“So this is famous novio.” Tsume says as Kankuro steps out the car.

“Miss Inuzuka-“

“Please call me Tsume. I don’t know what my son has told you but I’m not that old. Is this for me?” She says pointing to the present in Kankuro’s hands.

“That it is. Kiba said you were also a fan of this brand. Thought you would appreciate it.”

“Oh boy you didn’t have to butter me up I already liked you.”

“It’s no problem Miss Tsume.”

“Come on in Hana just made dinner.”

Kankuro slips into the house and Tsume catches Kiba by the back of his collar. “You didn’t defile my car did you?” She asks him in Spanish.

“Who do you take me for?” Kiba asks, scandalized.

She hooks an arm around his neck and rubs her fist against his head. “I take your for my son.”

Kiba groans but he can’t argue. Lying to his momma is useless anyway. The inevitable punishment is worth it.

[caracol-muliticromatico]

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