#random person: “why does your god go to highschool?”

[hwonnrinji]

hiii sooo can i req yoonchae x f!reader where katseye goes on their asia tour and while they’re in korea the girls find out that yoonchae has a gf and interrogate reader bc yoonchae is basically their daughter and they wanna make sure she’s in good hands!!

funny cuz yoonchae's literally my gf

"WHO ARE YOU?"

jeong yoonchae x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : while in korea for one their asia promo trip, yoonchae randomly goes out, coming up with random excuses as to why she is. the kats gets suspicious but ultimately concluded it was messing around with friends. until one night, they see her with a random girl in front of a convenience store.

{ tags/extra } : fluff, secret relationship, established relationship, yoonchae is a flirt, reader is korean for the plot, pacing is iffy i apologize

{ a/n } : yall alr know this is sooo rushed cuz i delayed the publishing of this by a lot 😭 plus tumblr didn't save it 😒

now playing : pink by wave to earth

@lararajjj @ohmyhaely @ninguitar

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"SHE'S BEEN ACTING WEIRD LATELY," megan says out of the blue, confusing the members for a moment. manon glances at the television, seeing nothing playing on the screen, then looked around at the rest of the girls.

"who?" she questions. she has an idea of who, but she won't admit it until everybody else brings it up. how is she so confident in this person? well, maybe it's because the person in question isn't even there with them. the youngest has been a bit distant lately, always having excuses about going out early in the morning and not coming back until late at night, sometimes even coming back the next day.

"you know who."

nobody dared to say anything else but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room. sophia finally spoke first, the perks of being the closest to yoonchae finally being useful. "it's been a long while since she's back in korea. she told me she's hanging out with friends."

"i don't think friends keep each other out for the long," lara lazily voiced her opinion, not sparing any of them a glance as she's busy playing block blast. daniela clicked her tongue before reaching out and turning off lara's phone, which resulted in the younger letting out a loud 'hey!'

"uh, yes, they do. you should know since you're always dragging me to go out." megan rebutted. lara rolled her eyes and turned her phone back on, backing out of the conversation. daniela pondered some more, trying to figure out what to say before deciding to test the waters. she wanted to see how the girls would react to what she has to say.

"what if yoonchae's seeing someone?" she asks.

sophia immediately snapped her head to daniela, a mix of disbelief and annoyance on her face. "if yoonchae says she's out with friends, then she's out with friends. don't jump to conclusions." even so, there's a small part of her that is convinced the youngest might have a partner that neither her or the others know about. "plus, yoonchae never lies."

"right.. okay."

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yoonchae does, in fact, lie. she keeps secrets about a lot of things. like this, for example:

"hi, beautiful," she greets in korean as soon as you opened the door, leaning down to kiss the lips that she missed oh so dearly. "god, i missed seeing this eleven outta ten face."

"stop lying, you didn't miss me that much." as you hit her arm lightly, your scolding demeanor changed into one of giddy highschooler. yoonchae only chuckled before holding your waist to pull you closer, her fingers resting on the small of your back. your hands cradled her face, your thumb grazing the curve of her jaw.

"i'm telling the truth," she confessed. "i'd kill myself if i ever said i didn't miss my gorgeous girl."

"flattery sure gets you anywhere." you rolled your eyes, tiptoeing up to give her cheek a gentle peck. yoonchae swerved her head to the side, just enough to capture your lips in a slow, longing kiss. you swore you felt her fingers practically digging into your hips like she never wants to let go.

"i-" a kiss on your lips, "missed-" a kiss on your forehead, "you-" a kiss on your nose, "so-" a kiss on your left cheek, "much." and finally, a kiss on your right cheek. "like, a lot."

"oh shut up." you fully wrapped your arms around her shoulders to bury your red, flustered face into the crook of her neck. to say you also missed her was an understatement. you longed for the days you two would finally be physically together again instead of on facetime calls that get cut short because she has a busy schedule. and now that it's happening, you just wanna pinch yourself, convinced it's a dream.

after a few moments of comfortable silence that yoonchae let you have to collect your thoughts, she finally spoke up. "snack run?"

"of course."

it takes a while to get to the 7/11 despite it being only a three minute walk from your apartment. yoonchae was just so warm for the cool evening that you didn't want to pull away from the hug. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

~

"pringles or kimbap?" yoonchae asked, holding up the two options in your face. you already know she wants the kimbap, but you also know that there's a small part of her that wants the pringles.

"how about both? you want both of them right?"

"yeah... but–" you cut her off by taking both of the items and putting it into the basket with a proud smile on your face. you didn't give her time to protest, already making your way to the checkout. "y/n.."

"it's no big deal, baby. you can get whatever you want." you handed the cashier the money. "even if it's just snacks." yoonchae subtly pouted and wrapped her arms around your waist from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"you're so sweet," she mumbled. "i love you so much."

"mm, i love you more." you thanked the chasier as he handed you the change, stuffing it in your hoodie pocket. well, it wasn't yours, but nobody really cares. you held yoonchae's hand to go to tables outside, but she quickly stopped upon seeing the girls. she let go of your hand while you set some space between you two, making it seem like it was just a friendly snack run. "wait, your hoodie–"

"just keep it," she whispered.

soon enough, they all spotted yoonchae nervously standing next to you. sophia rushed over to yoonchae, asking why she's out so late before looking your way. you turned around and pretended you had no idea who they were. "do you know her?"

"uh, yeah. this is my friend, y/n." she nudged you with her elbow. "say hi to them."

"it's so awkward, yoon... i'm literally your girlfriend."

"yeah, but they don't know that." she gave a smug smile, grabbing your forearm and pulling you closer. "y/n is my really close friend. i've known her since elementary." her hand slipped from your arm and around your waist, squeezing your hips as a way of comforting you in this stressful situation.

"are you trying to make us public?" you jabbed her side, twisting your hand to make it extra painful.

"baby, if i had five seconds to say anything to the whole world, i'd most definitely shout that you're my girlfriend." she winked– which was horribly cute. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, ignoring the blush creeping up to your face. the girls watched the interaction with partially stunned looks. you two looked awfully a lot like a couple and it was concerning.

yoonchae sat you down on one of the chairs and began walking back to the store, claiming she's going to buy more snacks. you rushed to get up and follow her but lara got in front of you, her hands clasped together with a sickeningly sweet smile. "let's talk."

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"when did you two start dating?" lara was the first to ask after moments of silence at the table. everybody was either too busy staring at you– ahem, sophia –or too busy eating the snacks you and yoonchae bought.

"better question, are you two dating?" sophia intervened. at least she was decent enough to ask. words bubbled in a throat but it refused to escape your mouth, so you only gave a weak nod. sophia nodded as well, more in understanding than anything else. lara and daniela high-fived each other while manon and megan groaned

"so.. can you answer my question then?" lara questioned. "with some background too?"

"we started dating in our second year of middle school," you began. "honestly, we had no idea what we were doing, but, y'know, she was soo in love with me." you chuckled at the last part, remembering how head over heels yoonchae was.

("wait, what's second year of middle school in korea?" megan whispered to manon, in which the older replied, "eighth grade")

"so you're saying yoonchae, possibly one of the most logical people ever, had no idea what she was doing?" sophia raised a seemingly interested eyebrow. before you answered, you took the pringles and kimbap, putting it on your lap for yoonchae to eat when she comes back.

"she was thinking with her heart, if i'm gonna be honest." you nervously laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. "her whole head was empty like her brain took a vacation."

"that has to be so funny," daniela sneered. "imagine yoonchae walking into a pole because she was too busy thinking of how pretty y/n is."

"what if that's why she did that when we were in new york," sophia commented, her stern demeanor finally cracking. yoonchae finally came back after an eternity with two full bags of snacks. she sets down a bag in front of you after giving the girls the other, plopping down on the seat next to you.

"you said you like pepero right?" after a full conversation in english, you were grateful yoonchae was here to switch back to korean. yoonchae rummaged through the bag, quickly finding the box of chocolate sticks and gave it to you.

"mhm. the chocolate one?"

"they just restocked on it."

"y'all are so cute." lara appeared between you both, the smile from earlier back on her face. you audibly gulped when she looked at you, your body sinking into the chair. "say, how much do you love yoonchae?"

"..." you stayed quiet for a minute which made yoonchae a little nervous. though, she has no reason to be. it was evident on how much you love her. "i think i'd go insane if she's more than five minutes away."

"that's such a basic answer." manon teased. sophia was looking at you expectantly. she wants to know if you're good enough for yoonchae (despite the fact you two have been dating possibly three years).

"she's the girl of my dreams. she fell first, but as always, i fell harder. every time i look at her i just get reminded of how lucky i am to have such an amazing girlfriend like her." your hand found its way to yoonchae, intertwining your fingers and pulling it up to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles. "i'd choose her over my own life."

through a series of 'aw's and 'how cute', all you were focused on was yoonchae and how her eyes gazed into yours, how her hand squeezed yours just a little tighter. most importantly, how pretty she looked just right underneath a street light. "you're so gorgeous, baby."

yoonchae suddenly stood up from her seat, the action startling everyone. she got down on one knee, and holding a singular pepero in her hand, she said, "i wanna marry you. be mrs. jeong."

"what?!" the girls, including you, all exclaimed in shock.

[illeaadante]

DP Cult AU

Tour guide for people who randomly showed up in Amity Park: "And, if you look over there, you'll see the home of the mortal form of our God!"

Tour group: [weirded out silence]

Tour Guide: "Oh look! Here his is now!" [picks up Danny like Simba] "Here's our local God!"

Tour group: [looking around for hidden cameras]

Danny: [to the tour guide] You still aren't allowed in my house.

Tour Guide: I know, Lord Phantom.

Danny: Stop calling me that.

Tour Guide: I wouldn't dare, Lord Phantom.

Danny:... at least put me down.

Tour Guide: Right away, Lord Phantom. [puts Danny down and continues the tour like nothing happened]

[cherryredstars]

OH MY GOD REQUESTS ARE OPEN💃🏾💃🏾

gosh cherry i love you and your blog sm it makes my day😭

could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

god i don’t know i’m sorry im rambling😭😭 you don’t have to ofc but thank you anyway

and again, love you!!

Thank you, love!!!

He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

[dpr-stay]

Dino Slippers and Wooden Cabins.

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: she's unedited, omg so much crack. WC: ~2.6K

I wanted to write and yes, it's shit, and yes, it's crack, and yes, I hate it. but what can you do? it got kinda sentimental towards the end, but the closing lines terrible.

also don't do what the reader does, be safe when you're in a cabin alone.

A knock at your cabin door caused you to look up from the TV. The firelight cast from the fireplace danced around the wooden room, reflecting on your drawn blinds and making you blink. You waited for a second before turning back to your TV, wincing as you saw one of the main characters trip and fall. 

You were quickly distracted from your show when the person at the door knocked again. Seriously? You take a week away from work in an isolated cabin in the snow to not be bothered by people and this is what happens. A random person knocking on your door in the middle of the night. In the middle of nowhere. While you were alone.

Maybe you should heed the warnings your friends had given you and not open the door, certifying that you wouldn’t be caught by some lunatic or something. That thought unnerved you, what if the person knocking on your door was an escaped prisoner or even a murderer? You shivered despite the warmth from the fire heating you.

Your friends had all exchanged glances when you’d told them of your holiday plans, side-eyeing each other so that one of them would try and make you not go. Lily, one of your friends since you were little, had sighed before standing up and saying that you probably shouldn’t travel solo. You had immediately protested, waving off her concerns and saying you’d take your mum’s dog, Popcorn, as sort of a guard dog.

Popcorn who now stood shaking in the corner, glancing between you and the door with wide eyes. Right now, you were unsure why you thought you could bring a Papillion as a guard god, but past-you had wanted to take this holiday so bad that you were eager to think that an axe-murderer could be dispelled by one of the ugliest, smallest, and most rancid looking dog’s you’d ever seen.

That was a joke, Popcorn wasn’t rancid, just crusty (as your mother lovingly called him.) The way spit hung from his jaw, wobbling everytime he shook made you breathe through your teeth, subconsciously wondering how Popcorn got on the family christmas card instead of you. 

Another knock on the door made you sigh before standing up and making your way to the large wooden door. You placed a hand on the handle, turned the lock, and opened the door to a sight that was worse than you could have even imagined.

A head of wavy brown hair, slightly ruffled, tilted upwards to reveal stunning blue eyes. An easy smile settled over his face when you made eye-contact, his hands bunching in his pockets drawing your attention to his snow-dusted puffer jacket.

“Hi,” He said, his nose and eyes bright red, showing how the cold had been affecting him. You could only look on in horror as he shook his head, his hair whipping around as though he was in a movie, and a few dollops of snow cascaded from his hair.

It was worse than a murderer, it was a hot man.

You immediately felt a heat begin to rush to your face. You could handle a crazed, knife-wielding psycho, but you couldn’t handle attractive men. It was a well known fact within your friend group, you made a fool of yourself in front of every mildly-hot guy. 

Whether it be tripping over your feet in highschool and falling flat on your face in front of a long-time crush or trying and failing to chat up a guy at a bar, you’d always return to your group of friends, tail securely between your legs and dragging your feet.

Hell, your friends had even tried to fix it for you. Lily had set you up on countless dates, none of them working because as soon as you made eye-contact, you couldn’t speak and you ended up being mute for the entire 30 minutes a guy stayed. Her boyfriend, Alex, found it to be the funniest thing, laughing at you (goodnaturedly, he’d assured you one time after you gave him the stink eye) everytime you recounted one of your increasingly unfortunate stories. 

So now, out in the freezing cold and looking at one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen in your life, you knew something would go wrong and you’d make yourself seem like a dunce. You didn’t have to wait long, as his eyes cast downwards and you were reminded of the fact the only pajamas you’d brought on your trip were a cheapie set that you’d bought for five bucks at some random retail store. The issue with them was that they were clearly designed for kids, dinosaurs decorating every inch of the fabric.

At the time you’d hadn’t minded that they’d probably been made for degenerate adults, only happy to snag a bargain, but now you were really regretting it. Regretting it even more as the man’s eyes dropped down to your slippers, accompanying dino claws that you’d laughed at when you’d put them on earlier. Now you were cursing yourself for your whimsy, eyeing the clearly expensive fabric that made up the man’s scarf wound so tightly around his neck. His eyes climbed you, reaching your face before he made eye-contact again.

“Uhm, my car broke down and this is the only place for several hundred kilometers. My friend Alex said that one of his friends was staying around here and that I could pop in.” The man explained, the friendly smile never dropping from his face. Holy fuck he has an accent as well.

As if timed perfectly, a ding sounded on your phone, causing you to reach for it. A message icon with Alex’s name was on your home screen, reading further when you opened it that ‘a friend of mine might show up for the night because of his car breaking down. I hope that’s ok.’ You could only stare at your phone. As though he was waiting for the read receipt to pop up, Alex then sent another message.

‘Thank me later.’

Having enough of that, you closed your phone and shoved it rather forcefully into your pocket. You plastered a smile onto your face and turned to the man.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you were coming. I probably would’ve… gotten changed.” You trailed off, the smile on the man’s face quickly changing to one of amusement. Trying to rationalise that he was laughing at your joke and not your outfit, you moved to the side of the doorframe and welcomed him in with a sweeping hand.

He took a few steps into your rented cabin before you closed the door, the coldness of the night getting shut out in place for the heat from your cabin. The man’s eyes took the place in, sweeping over the log walls and the tv that was still on. He nodded his head slightly as though agreeing with your choice of programming.

“Would you like a tea?” You asked, desperate to try and be in solitude for a few minutes. He turned to you and nodded with a thankful smile. Jesus that smile was about to be the death of you. You quickly scurried off into the small kitchen, boiling the kettle and then releasing a stream of air yourself.

Oh god. He was really, really attractive. How were you supposed to live peacefully, this was your holiday after all. You tilted your head back till you were glaring at the ceiling, before snapping it down and whipping out your phone.

When the kettle stopped boiling, you set down your phone, mildly satisfied with the amount of mean emojis and phrases you’d sent to Alex. The ding from the kettle made you quickly grab two mugs before debating on either earl gray or english breakfast, two of the complimentary items included in the cabin. Unable to decide because both contained caffeine, you reached into a cupboard and grabbed out two sleepytime tea bags. The good stuff, you thought affectionately as you bobbed the tea bags up and down, before grabbing both mugs and walking back into the living room.

The man stood up from the couch where he was sat as you rounded the corner and grabbed the tea from you with a ‘Thank you’ before sitting down. The couch itself wasn’t entirely fantastic, it was quite small and very hard. On the first day you’d arrived, you had launched yourself onto the couch in a small way of celebration that you had a holiday, only to roll off and a light bruise to form the next day.

“I’m Charles, by the way.” The man spoke up and you looked at him before nodding and smiling. He kept looking at you till you finally got the cue and jolted a little. You introduced yourself and Charles nodded, repeating your name while glancing around the space. He took a sip of his tea.

“Alex says that this was your holiday,” He mused before looking back to you. “In that case, I’m sorry to interrupt it.” He spoke calmly and you shook your head.

“No, it’s ok. It was getting a little boring anyways.” You promptly lied, if not just to make him feel a bit better. He nodded, obviously not convinced. You both sat there in silence before Charles made to take the puffer off.

You watched for a second before thinking it was too weird and taking a sip of your tea. Immediately you could tell that Charles had skewed tastebuds as you felt your tongue burn. Oh my god. You held yourself back from spitting it out or pouring it back into the cup, deciding it was too disgusting to do in front of Charles.

You looked around, only to see Charles, arms bared and looking at you curiously. Ashamedly, you weren’t exactly looking at his face, seeing the way his arms flexed around the mug. It took you five seconds before you started coughing on the liquid in your mouth, quickly standing up as Charles reacted. He stretched a hand around your shoulders, his eyebrows drawing.

“Are you ok?” He asked, rather simply as though he was unsure about what exactly was happening. 

You only nodded, your face scrunched together before you finally swallowed. The liquid burned your throat on the way down. A gasp left you when you opened your mouth before you quickly started fanning your mouth.

Getting the message, Charles moved to where he assumed the kitchen was, returning with a glass of water. He strode towards you, looking strangely determined before that was completely wiped away when the sound of a yelp was heard. 

Except it didn’t come from Charles. Not even when his eyes widened and he was suddenly slipping, going down and taking the glass of water with him. The water splashed up when he hit the floor, the only sound audible being the barking of Popcorn as he jumped around Charles. You were stood still, jaw on the floor as Charles groaned. 

You took a second to regather the events. A stranger showed up at your door, you made tea, you burned your mouth, Charles took his puffer off, he went to get you water, he stood on Popcorn and then accidentally tipped a whole glass of water over his head.

After five seconds of silence you rushed over to Charles, variations of “I’m sorry!” slipping free from your mouth. You pulled him up into a sitting position, resting him against the wall. Your mouth felt completely useless, burnt to a crisp, while you placed a hand on Charles’ wet shoulder.

He took a second or two before rolling his head on his shoulder to look at you. You were crouched at your knees, looking at him in concern. He looked at your knees, taking in the triceratops front profile printed on both of your knees before looking at your face

“You know,” He started, his voice more subdued than before. “Your mouth isn’t the only hot thing in this room.” You rolled off your knees and onto your butt, completely gobsmacked. Was he flirting with you after your dog nearly killed him?

You could only look at him, jaw slightly agape as he made continued eye contact with you. A different look, one that hadn’t been displayed during his non-stop smile fest a few minutes prior, flitted over his face for a second. After a few more seconds of you sitting there in shock, he spoke up.

“I’m sorry, have I read the situation wrong?” He asked hesitantly and you could only look on in abject disbelief. What on earth was going on, why had this hot man who was friends with Alex shown up and started flirting with you whilst you were clad in dinosaur pj’s?

Alex.

You stood up. What were the chances that Alex had sent one of his friends to fuck with you. Probably very low, he was a nice guy, but there was literally no other reason this incredibly handsome man would take a look at you hand-fanning your mouth and decide to start throwing out pickup-lines.

Charles looked up at you curiously as you were silent. It didn’t make sense though, Alex wasn’t cruel. He always seemed as though he wanted the best for you. Maybe he was two-faced? But no, why would he fuck with you?

“I’m sorry, have I made you uncomfortable?” Charles piped up and you looked down at him. He seemed sheepish.

“That wasn’t my intention. You just seemed to be interested,” you both cringed, him at using that word, and you at the fact that he’d caught you, “so I thought I’d y’know. Let you know it was reciprocated.”

“Huh?” Was the only thing you could manage.

“Should I go back to my car?” Charles asked, placing a hand down to lift himself up and stand. You, in a split-second decision, shook your head. Charles looked at you. 

“Uhm, you can take my bed for the night.” You decided to shake yourself off and completely ignore the events that had transpired. 

Charles then shook his head. “No, I can’t take the bed. It’s your cabin.” 

You really weren’t in the mood to argue and endure a back and forth so you just shrugged.

“Fine, let’s share it then.” Ignoring how forward that seemed, you just turned around and lumbered to the bedroom, opening the door to the kingsized bed. Charles followed after a second, he seemed to be collecting himself, standing in the doorway. 

“I’m ready for bed so I’ll just hop in after I go around and turn everything off.” You said and moved through the doorway. You ignored his incredibly close presence as much as you could.

After a quick sweep of the cabin, turning everything off and closing Popcorn in the cage your mum had insisted you bring, you returned to the bedroom. You found Charles lounging on your side of the bed, under the covers and scrolling on his phone.

When you walked in, he turned it off and placed it on your side table. You chose not to mention that it was your side and just settled for the other. You turned off the light and made your way to the other side, slipping off your slippers and rolling under the covers.

A few minutes had passed of your staring into the darkness, Charles’ breathing cluing you in that the man hadn’t fallen asleep either.

“Charles.” You called out into the darkness and you felt the covers move a little.

“Yeah?” His voice called out.

“Did you actually mean it?” You asked.

A few seconds passed and you felt Charles roll over, causing you to roll over as well. You made eye contact, a small ray of light from the moon coursing through the blind and landing on Charles's face. 

“Yeah.” He said simply, his smile stretched across his face. You nodded before starting to smile too.

“Cool.” You said dumbly and Charles laughed. “Yeah, cool.” He responded, the warmth that leaked into voice causing your smile to grow wider.

it's so bad but i wanted to post something so here it is

[gxldenlush]

Bullies || n.s

pairing: bff!nick x fem!reader

summary: Nick is there for y/n through thick and thin. When he finds out she’s getting bullied at school, he does his best to help her.

warnings: mentions of bullying, name calling, crying, use of y/n, swearing, blood/injuries, random name for bully

a/n: ❗️purely platonic❗️, y/n is in her last year of highschool, nick is still 20 (2 years between them), I wrote this at work so it’s not entirely proofread, also sorry to all the Mayas 😭

pink=y/n

purple=nick

orange=chris (he’s only in the beginning sorry😓)

༻☙✽༺

“Oh my god, look what Emily posted on her snapchat” Chris turns his phone around to show Nick a video. A girl stood in shock, teary-eyed as she reads horrible insults that have been scribbled onto her locker.

“slut”

“whore”

“clout chaser”

“fugly”

The insults go on until the entire locker door is filled with the black sharpie. At the end of the video, the girl turns and runs out of frame, her face just catching the camera as she escapes the laughs.

Nicks heart drops to his feet when he recognises the broken girl. “Chris, that’s y/n.”

“What? No way. If someone was picking on her, she would’ve told us, right?”

Nick doesn’t even spare his brother a reply as he grabs his phone and orders an uber. Five minutes away, great. He pulls his shoes on and gets a hoodie from his bedroom.

“Going to y/n’s! Don’t know when I’ll be back!” He calls to his brothers as he makes his way to the front door.

—

Nick jumps out of the car before the uber even stops fully, thanking the driver on his way out.

He rushes to y/n’s front door, her parents’ cars aren’t in the driveway indicating that she’s home alone. He knocks on the door constantly, calling out her name and calling her phone.

The door opens a crack, when the person on the other side realises that it’s only Nick, y/n opens the door the whole way. Before he can even register the bruise on her cheek, she rushes to him, hugging him tight.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I saw what happened” He rubs soothing circles on her back. “Let’s go inside”

Y/n nods and turns into the house. It isn’t until Nick has walked into the house and y/n has closed the door and turned to face him, that he sees the black eye and busted lip.

“Holy shit, y/n! Did someone beat you up?”

“No, I threw the first punch… I’m suspended for a month”

“You got in a fight?” She nods “Where’s your first aid kit? That’s gonna get infected”

“I already cleaned it. You didn’t have to come all this way for me, you know. I’m fine…”

Nick sighs and grabs his best friends hand, pulling her to the living room and plopping himself down on the couch, pulling her down to sit next to him.

“Y/n listen, you are my best friend, and I love you. So, if you are sad, or hurt, or even hungry! I will always be there to help you out, got it?”

The girl nods and laughs at his words. “I got it, thank you… How did you see what happened?”

“Some girl on Chris’ snapchat put a video on her story… you know those things aren’t true, right?”

“I know, it just hurts that people think that of me, you know? I used to be friends with her and now she’s just-”

“Horrible? Awful? A total mega bitch?” Nick fills in the gaps

“Yes, yes and yes” She laughs.

“Wait, you used to be friends? Who was it?”

“Remember Maya? I told you about her a while ago, we were practically attached at the hip in middle school?”

“Her? Really? What the fuck is her problem?”

Y/n knows the exact reason why Maya hates her. She doesn’t want to tell Nick, as it might hurt his feelings.

“She- uhm…”

“It’s because you’re friends with me, Chris and Matt, isn’t it?” His words are soft, as though he blames himself.

“She’s just jealous that I’m friends with you and she isn’t. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s her fucking problem. Dumb bitch can’t even keep her jealousy to herself? That’s pathetic! I hate bullies.”

Nick notices y/n biting at her lip in worry, re-opening the cut on her lip in the process. A small droplet of blood falls from her lip, Nick winces at the sight. He hates blood.

“You’re bleeding again, you want a tissue?”

Y/n dabs her lip with her finger, looking at the blood that transfers. “Oh shit, yeah. Sorry Nick.”

“It’s no problem, I’ll be right back”

Nick leaves the room and comes back with some toilet paper, he hands it to the girl and she daps at her bleeding lip again. “Thank you”

“I have an idea. I don’t know if you’ll like it though”

“You’re ideas scare me”

“This one’s good, I promise!”

“Then why won’t I like it?” A skeptical tone laces the younger girls voice.

“What if you did the rest of your school year from home? Like we had to during covid. I’m sure the school would let you after what happened today.” Nick sits back down next to his best friend.

“My mom would kill me” She lets out a dry chuckle at the genuine thought.

“Come to my house to do it” He shrugs. “Don’t tell her you’re doing it. Come to my house every school-day and do your schoolwork there. Then we can hang out more too.”

Y/n genuinely thinks about it for a few minutes. “It’s not a bad idea… Do you think they’d let me do it without talking to my parents?”

“You don’t know until you ask” He shrugs.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll talk to the principle when I get back to school.”

“Awesome! And for now…” Nick smirks as he pulls out his phone. “We stalk Mayas socials, get dirt on her and talk shit. Order some pizza, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“You’re my soulmate” The girl shakes her head, looking at her best friend in awe.

“You wish” He scoffs

“Soulmates can be platonic, weirdo”

“Oh. Then yeah, we’re definitely soulmates”

[noxx-33i]

Hello I have come to word vomit RGB trio thoughts and headcanons. Beware some of these will probably be nonsensical and not in order.

I think skate has the worst fashion taste out of the three. I can't say much on this though cause I also have an atrocious sense of fashion/lh

Boombox and to an extent Skate talk in 80's slang. Like radical, bodacious, hella, etc. 80's coded boombox just lives in my head rent free and i can't kick him out/silly

Their alcohol tolerance from lowest to highest goes: Skate, BB, Sling

BB and Skate crash at Slingshot's place ALL the time. At this point even Shuri and Vine are used to them just random showing up

^^continuing this I think they like to enter through anywhere but the window. Most especially Skate. BB at the very least is willing to act like a Normal person and use the door SOMETIMES. Skate however if he uses the door you'll bet that he's going in on his board. Whether or not he immediately crashes and breaks something inside is another thing/lh

Sometimes they'll just have Katy Perry Sessions with Shuriken. Like literally just listening to Katy Parry. Don't. Don't ask why I don't know either/lh

^^they have California Gurlz memorized.

If one of them does a crime none of them are snitching. If one goes down they all go down if one admits to it the other two will admit to it too. No bro left behind/silly

Sling is the smartest academically in their group and is probably the best at math. Not saying he's a prodigy im just saying BB and Skate are probably dumb as shit with math /lh+aaff

Sometimes Skate likes to record his Sick Moves™ and sometimes it would Also be in a place he proooobably shouldnt be in so Sling and BB take turns being on either camera duty or watch duty. Whether either of them are good at it is a different discussion/silly

Skate was caught stealing by the police once but BB was there and somehow he managed to trick them into believing he was Skate's lawyer and that he did not steal anything. Sling watched from the distant absolutely flabbergasted

Sling prices his menu very high and whenever someone asks he's just like "Oh yk, inflation!" and somehow it always works

they like setting fireworks off at night. Sometimes BB can't come cause he's too tired from work or something tho so

Despite Slingshot being the most academically smart in the group Boombox is the one who would hesitate when given a big shiny red button that could nuke Crossroads. Sling and Skate would see a shiny red button and go "ooo shiny" then BOOM!!!! /silly

idk if you want this but I have an au with my friend using the skins ingame (and some we made up for it hehe) where Snowboard and Rainbox were highschool best friends and they would get into shenanigans together like light theft (Rain is the distraction), parties maybe, etc andddd I love them very much

Snow in the au has canonically tried to rizz up a girl (in High School) only to bag her boyfriend AND her brother

^^The au takes place years later when Snowboard is in college (in Blackrock college cause there's no faction wars in this au) and when he comes back he finally meets Cozyshot who is Rain's roommate and erm my friend likes skateshot so I think you can tell what happens next (GAY PEOPLE) /silly

Okay im gonna stop rmabling now have a good day silly muah/p

IM GONNA RAMBLE TOO AND Oh my god ur so right on the first one.

SKATE HAS TERRIBLE FASHION SENse. I can smell it. Hes so sweaty he doesnt care ab his looks too much but bb would say "youre not going out like that

YES I AGREE. Boombox is stuck in the 80s and he doesnt want to leave. Im actually picking up these habits i wanna say rad so bad.

Skate being the lowest is the funniest shit wver bc i love bullying his ass. Did you tell i put NO EFFORT in his stupid hc reveal HEELP

I FEEL LIKE ONE DAY THEY MIGHT GET A SECRET HANGOUT PLACE… like fully furinisjed and with ac and all that fancy shit. How? Idk illegally? They probably have board games and dnd sessions with trusted friends who keep the place a hush

Bro theyre not normal they will never be normal… "GUYS HOW DID YOU GET IN" // "We lock picked your door" // "WHAT THE FUCK"

> lowkey skate would learn lock picking for fun and hed get so good at it he would be tempted to steal more stuff

>> that being said.. rob the bank?/ref

LOWKEY i feel like bb was a nerd in his younger years but grew out of it… he would probably like science facts and everyone thinks hes smart but hes not.. AND YES sling being math smart is so real teehee. Hes the expenses guy but also cant stop himself from spending more than he needs to

Skate n BB would get into so much trouble but no one can ever find them guilty in some fucking way and it makes the authorities so mad

Ironically id like to think Zuka easily catches them doing dumb shit but he doesnt care enough to report it

Sling has probably done tax evasion one or two times.. or more….

Ok cute hcs to vomit out… with ur mention of tired boombox i feel like sling and skate would immediately go to bbs place and crash not in a chaotic way but like ogghd.. ÖIKE THEY MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER BY GIVING SNACKS OR MASSAGES TO HELP HIM LOSE STRESS

Literally any time one of the RGB members get their vibes off its instantly to care land bc bcbc bc 😞😞🙁🙁😞😞😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 *sobbing crying throwing up* theyr besties 😭😭 this xan be both platonic or romantic i legit do not care i love BOTH

With that in mind i feel like whenever skate and bb crash over sling would have a few of their favorite pastries from his cafe saved in his fridge… like dog treats LMAOO

This is likge.. dog-cat-dog relationship… but all are chaotic as fuck /silly

YOUR AU SOUNDS SO SILLY PLEASE I WANT TO SEE!!!! I WANNA DRAW EVEN.

that au makes me think of sling with glasses for some reason… i need to draw so bad….!!!!;!2!

And they were roommates /ref+j

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Fresh Out The Slammer.

Content Warning: implied hook up (i literally struggle to write smut. idk why im so sorry guys 😭)

‘Why does this always happen to me?’ you thought as tears rolled down your face.

You caught your boyfriend- no, ex-boyfriend cheating on you with some random girl. You didn’t know exactly why you were crying. He treated you like shit and if anything you should’ve left him months ago.

He would always come home late, never take you on dates, be ridiculously obsessive and controlling of you and berate you for anything you did “wrong.”

But this is what’s been happening to you for a while. At least since you’ve broken up with Billy Dunne.

You had been with him in highschool but you both decided that it would be best to break up.

Billy was focusing on his music…and he was falling into an addiction, and you just wanted to focus on school and get your life together.

But that never stopped you from calling him every now and then. No matter what happened, it always seemed like you would go back running to Billy.

No one understood you like him.

Grabbing the phone you quickly dialed his number.

Truth be told, you hadn’t called him in a while. You didn’t know where he was, how he was…you didn’t even know if this was still his number.

‘Please pick up…please pick up’

“Hello?”

You felt yourself stiffen. You hadn’t heard his voice in months. You felt like you had cotton in your mouth. You didn’t actually think he would pick up.

“Billy?”

“Sweetheart?”

Oh god.

Not even a minute and he was already with the nicknames. But you weren’t about to start complaining.

“Billy, I know I haven’t called you in a while- and I’m sorry for that but I just- I need—“

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

“Y-Yea…okay”

You didn’t think he was gonna be so quick with his answer.

Line disconnects, and after 10 minutes, you hear a knock at your door.

Opening the door, you look up. He was wearing his signature, black leather jacket and black jeans. His hair was slightly more grown out then normal. He was wearing dark sunglasses despite it being night.

“Hey.” he says calmly.

“Hey…Come in”

He steps inside, his eyes lingering on you. He smiles at you and it feels as if time freezes, you felt like the only two people in the world. You had so much history together. After a bit of silence Billy speaks.

“It’s been a while…”

“Yeah, yeah it has”

You could feel the tension in air. It was so thick that someone could probably cut it with a knife.

He steps closer to you, just within your personal space. There’s also a hint of nostalgia in the air. He feels an urge to pull you into a hug and hold you tightly to his chest. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were years ago. He speaks quietly, not being able to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.

“I missed you…”

“I’ve missed you too” you say as you take a step towards him.

You were close enough that your lips were just inches apart. It seemed like you both were thinking the same thing, ‘do I risk it all again?’

Billy suddenly kissed your lips, there was no sign of hesitation or doubt. His hand gently moved behind to the back of your head and it felt so familiar. It all felt so…right.

Billy’s hand moved down from behind your head to your lower back and he moved you back until your back was gently against the wall.

The way he kissed you filled you with butterflies and your body felt warm all over. He moved even closer to you until his body was nearly fully pressed against yours. He kept kissing you until you both couldn't breathe, only then did he stop.

He stepped back slightly "Forgot how good that felt."

“I forgot too”

He smirks and kisses you again.

“Your room still in the same place?” he says smugly.

(IMAGINE THIS PART I SUCK AT WRITING SMUT IM SO SO SORRY😭😭😭)

You were both wrapped in your sheets, Billy held you in his arms as he played with your hair.

“I’m glad you called”

You turn your head to gaze into his eyes. “I’m glad you came”

He smiles smugly and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I'll be honest" he lets out a soft chuckle "I knew you'd come back, it was only a matter of time..."

You roll your eyes and gently hit his chest.

“Shut up…don’t act like you don’t call me whenever you have a problem”

He laughs and squeezes you.

“Yeah…yeah you’re right”

He kisses your forehead.

“But you never complain about it”

You look up at him and smiles.

“And you’re right about that…”

You knew he had you wrapped around his finger. You knew that no one would understand you like Billy does. You knew that no matter how many shitty relationships you went through you would always run back home to Billy.

hope u guys liked this little one-shot! i’ve been so drained with studying for exams so i’ve been putting off the next part of wait for your love but trust once my exams are done and over with i will keep working on it :) ! (ALSO SO SO SORRY THAT THERE ISNT SMUT IT THIS, I SUCK AT WRITING IT)

[just-some-guy-joust]

Full list of Side A OCs under the cut!

Bracket post

Side B list

Jaiden Wells | She/her | @apotheoseity

Jaiden is.. really just some girl. A college student and avid Tumblr user, many of the people she's close to are wrapped up into supernatural or otherwise out-of-this-world situations, but she's just.. not. Everyone around her is terrified that she'll be exposed to some sort of horror, and at some points she's jealous of the people around her for leading such interesting lives, but she remains.. utterly mundane.

Finch | They/them - it/its | @hershelchocolateart

Finch is the newest ghost to appear in the Whisper Court Ghost Sanctuary. While they themself consider this to be unremarkable, somehow everyone else in the cast is convinced that their appearance is malicious in some nature. While they spend the story trying to come to terms with who they are and find a future they want to live with, everyone else has pushed them to the forefront of the story by convincing themselves there's something going on behind the scenes. Even one of the Deities of this world is enamored with them, but Finch is simply too busy hanging out with their friends and attending tea parties to really know what's going on. Finch is simply a widdle guy who wants SOMEONE to come to board game night but no one trusts them :(

Evergreen | She/her | @insertsona

shes just kind of chilling tbh . she's technically unemployed (didn't feel like it) and spends most of her time vibing . her ex recently returned to the city after randomly disappearing for years and she was just kind of oh hey glad youre back . her most interesting trait is that she takes part in a fighting tournament once a year and wins it usually . and shes transgender

Zephyr Fey | He/him | @lord-plague

An averagely built guy who somehow managed to join the military force of his fortress city without a birth certificate, ID, and with dyed hair. Nobody knows where he came from, nobody knows why he is here but there he is. No magic or superhuman abilities or prodigal skills but my god does he make great goo bowls with greater personalities (nobody wants the goo bowls and he does not know why). That one friend that keeps trying to alleviate awkward situations with jokes and random laughter.

Wally Rosette | He/him | @hershelchocolateart

Wally Rosette is a 15-year-old kid who was chosen (and then kidnapped) to attend the Elite Villainous International Learning facility. This position, however, is solely because his parents were world-famous villains. Wally himself has no interest in the business, and is often described as the sweetest person any of the cast has ever met. He spends most of his time in the background, helping out faculty and students with their homework or various tasks, and only ever becoming relevant when homework *is* the plot of the week. Wally is just a kind kid who knows better than to get involved in the plot and loves his friends so so so so so so so fucking much it's unreal

CW: Cartoony bugs, minor eye horror

Mason | He/him | @hershelchocolateart

Mason is a Monster in a world of Monsters that rule the underworld of the city. Mason is an office worker at an office building where he doesn't even know what his job is. He just knows he's an office worker in a real office building :) he's an Insect Monster which usually results in the user becoming an insect themself, eventually losing their humanity and giving in to their animalistic nature. Mason is a beehive. He's friends with all the bees :)

Adan Botello | He/him | @rainecloud020604

Adan is a highschooler who is just looking to pass class, go home and play Minecraft. He doesn't want to be unique or special any more than he is, maybe being a Minecraft YouTuber would be awesome but that's all he wants out of life. No matter what is thrown at him he tends to run away from it, like a fantasy world trying to claim he's a prince, he wants nothing to do with it. He just wants to be a normal kid, graduate high school and play Minecraft. He's also got transgender and autistic swag

Joel Joehn | He/him | @rainecloud020604

Hes a college student, a ghost hunter where nothing ever really happens, and also hes a classic high school bully all at the same time. He likes musicals, and honestly his personality is kinda boring because all it can be boiled down to is "i'm a dick sometimes". his parents love him and support him hes got like two besties who are kinda normal too like nothing is ever going on with this guy except a false ghost report or a misread reading on something.

James Chagrin | He/him | @fispy

James, despite being infected by a parasite that ate his soul, is just some guy. He feels ambivalent about the Matrix films. He doesn’t care for carbonated drinks. In the future he will work at a Target.

Anita da Nevoa | She/her |@angelfishcake

Anita was just out living her life until her cousin ruined everything. Now she's cursed and gotta go find a cure (with the help of friends :D). Scares super easily which sucks because she's gotta deal with lots of scary things. Only one who acts reasonably in these situations. Likes roller-skating.

CW: Cartoony bug

Greg | He/him | @tomfoolery-coolatta

hes a imp. approximately half a apple. he works for a local news station. he has a healthy work life balance, is fairly nice to everyone and is overall just. kind of average, especially compared to everyone else on the island he lives on. hes so normal i dont rlly have much about him

Tulip | It/Its | @joyfulness03

-Literally just a little tulip mouse -Caught in the middle of a monster war, but is entirely oblivious to anything happening (not privy to The Horrors, because it is literally just a mouse) -Day plans: curling up in the sun to photosynthesize. it is fully booked, indefinitely -The most neutral of neutral parties (group pet) and the most background of background characters (group pet) -very friendly to everyone that pets it and gives its treats. it only bites a little bit, just little love nibbles. Average rodent behavior but with slightly sharper, plantier teeth

Bradán Berongoy | He/Him | @serenefig

Bradán is a simple fisher who got swept up by a mercenary crew entirely due to a misunderstanding. By the time the captain realised, it was too late to cut the contract. He doesn't fight much, if at all, and his skills really only lay in fishing, be it rod fishing or spear fishing. He occasionally takes up cooking for the crew, but overall he's just. There. The crew is fond of their gruff civilian, and will go out of their way to prevent their own work disrupting Bradán's.

Andrew Moss | He/him | @flowerrose14

Andrew is just your average nerd, ghost hunter and an anxious wreck but despite it all he is a guy. Despite the horrors of being shrunk and traumatized hes still himself, an anxious wreck of a human who thinks the supernatural is awesome and he wants to study it so so bad. Even though fairy hunting gone wrong is literally the reason he got cursed, he's still interested in the supernatural. After all its awesome, and whats going to stop him.

Blake Stevens | He/him | @azumelia

His entire joke is being a completely normal guy in a very wacky world. He is the only cishet person in the entire setting. He has extremely bad luck and constantly gets fucked over - whether or not this is connected to the cishet thing is unknown, but people in-universe like to joke that he's "cursed by the Gods for being straight." He does not enjoy this. He is tired at all times, both of everyone's shit and just in general - man is suffering.

Rafferty | He/him | @kris-the-kraken

Rafferty is an office worker and aspiring author. Though he has an endless depth of creativity he scraps all his ideas because they remind him of his first attempt at writing.

[gyutrivia]

Silent Hearts

pairing: Hoseok x femreader

word count: 2.6k

genre: childhood friends, friends to ???, angst, unrequited love, one sided love , highschool hobi

summary: “i love you but you are not mine”

rating: 16+

a/n: this is my first tumblr fic and it’s based on the song agust and let you break my heart. its a bit rushed and i am a bit dumb so my grammar sucks. enjoy!

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Have you ever found someone you loved so dearly? It could be your mother, your father, or your siblings—that’s love most everyone feels. In Greek, it’s called storge, a silly word for such a big meaning. What about your friends? The Greek language also has a word for it: philia. That's one that seems more familiar, right? But what does one call that one person who you love so deeply but they simply don’t feel the same way? Unrequited love. That sounds more modern, doesn’t it? But why is it one of the most painful feelings?

"Y/N, move out of the way!" someone screamed. I turned slowly and spotted the black-haired boy running full speed towards me. I stopped in my tracks, and only my stray hairs swayed in the gust of wind caused by the boy. "Hobi?" I said, my voice tinged with curiosity and disappointment. Now, the boy’s body was growing smaller as his distance increased. "Y/N, hold on," I sighed again and turned around, spotting my friend Em the brunette with a toothy smile as she bent down, hands on her knees. "Em, what happened?" I asked, walking up to her as she tried to catch her breath.“H-He ha—” Em let out a loud cough. I helped her up, handing her the bottle of water from my backpack."God bless you," Em said, drowning the water. “Is everything okay?" I asked as Em let out an "ah" sound."He had to crap," Em said, handing me the water bottle. I stood comically frozen as Em stared with a blank face."And why did you run after him?" I asked her as we stared blankly at each other. "Because I wanted to see if he was going to crap his pants," Em said with a straight face.

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“I made it in time,” Hobi said, placing his lunch tray on the table. “I almost didn’t, and I had tears in my eyes,” he continued, opening the juice. I stared at him with a blank look.

“Hobi, I didn’t need to know that. You can keep that to yourself,” I said, setting my tray in front of him."Sunshine, I swear, I almost jumped two guys who were waiting in line for the stall. The urinal was almost a victim," Hobi said, taking a bite of the rice cakes."I'm not continuing this conversation," I told him, standing up jokingly, causing him to stand up and grab my hand, smiling brightly."Stay. I won’t talk about my bubble gut anymore," he said."Hobi," I said, a laugh escaping my mouth.

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Jung Hoseok, aka Hobi, was one year older than me. The first time I met him, he threw a tennis ball at my head. Did I know where he got the tennis ball? No. Does he play tennis? No. But does he say he’s a professional tennis player? Yes. We didn’t become friends from that. It was one day when I went to slide down the slide and slid into a boy who was doing Spider-Man moves in the middle of the slide. But when we both landed on the bark, only one of us landed normally, and it wasn’t him and for the nickname when we fell from the slide the sun rays against my forehead blinded him and some how the nickname sunshine came to be but not after being called shiny forehead for a year straight.

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“I’m telling you, Sunshine, you don’t understand. You have to hold the camera steady. I saw the video you took, and I was moving like I was possessed,” Hobi whined as we walked home after school.“I was. You just moved possession. Not my fault,” I said as the cold breeze blew. I shoved my hands in my sweater pockets and let out a clatter in my teeth. “It’s so cold,” I said as Hobi danced around me. He stopped and shrugged.“You just gotta move around like me,” he said, doing a random dance. I smiled softly at him.

“Okay, sure, Hoseok,” I said. He stood next to me, grabbed my hand, and shoved it in his pocket while his hand held mine.“Is that warmer?” I looked at him a bit wide-eyed. “Hobi, Sunshine, not Hoseok,” he said, pouting. I felt my cheeks flush and turned away from him. The rest of walk was quiet only his hums filled the cold breeze.

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Now, let me introduce you to my first love, Jung Hoseok.

I didn’t want to love him. I did everything I could to stop it. I tried to focus on his flaws, but my mind found none. I even attempted to like other people, but they always paled in comparison to him. If you asked me why I fell in love with him, I would simply say, “It’s Hobi.” He never said he didn't feel the same, but his actions and words made it clear. The wingman for the cute girls at school. And, of course, the iconic line, “You are like one of the guys.” That’s why I kept my feelings to myself—I was just his best friend.

I remember every time he would gush about a girl he liked, my heart would sink a little deeper. It wasn’t jealousy, not entirely. It was the painful realization that I could never be that girl for him. I was the one he called late at night to talk about his dreams and fears, but I wasn’t the one he dreamed about.

There were times I thought he might feel something more. The way he would hold my hand a little too long, or the times he’d look at me with an intensity that made my heart race. But then, just as quickly, he’d pull away, cracking a joke. It was like he was reminding both of us of the boundary that existed between us.

I tried to move on. I really did. I dated other people, hoping that someone else could make me forget about him. But every date, every kiss, every moment spent with someone else felt like a betrayal to my own heart. No one could make me laugh like he did, or understand me the way he did.

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“You have to tell him, Y/N” Em said as she sipped her drink. I choked, coughing as she handed me a napkin. “Tell who?” I asked.“You know who I’m talking about,” Em said, placing her cup down. I avoided her eyes.

“Hoseok, Y/N. He’s going to college in a few months. Don’t you think he deserves to know?” Em's tone was serious. “I can’t,” I said, looking down and fidgeting with my bag strap. “I don’t want to break our friendship.”Em tapped her fingers on the table to get my attention. “You can write him a letter,” she suggested gently. "It’s better than saying nothing at all."

“Fine”

“Happy graduation, Hobi,” I said, handing him the bouquet of flowers. Hobi turned around and smiled brightly at me, opening his arms for a hug. I smiled and hugged him. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils, the soft, faint smell of vanilla. I closed my eyes as my head landed on his soft chest. I wished I could stay here all day. I pulled away, and he smiled at me.

“I did it, Sunshine,” Hobi said, and there it was, my heart beating to the nickname only he called me when we were younger. I felt my heart pounding in my ears as I slid my hand into my purse, grabbing the letter.“Hobi, I hav—” I was cut off by a soft voice. I turned to see his mother walking with her husband. “I’m sorry, dear, but the photographer is looking for you, Hoseok.” I turned and smiled softly at her. “No, no, go ahead.” Hobi smiled at her and then at me, grabbed my hand, and gave it a light squeeze before jogging to his mother, leaving me.

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The days passed quickly, and soon it was time for Hobi to leave for Seoul. The night before his departure, we sat on the swings at the park we first met, the same place where we had spent countless evenings talking about everything and nothing.

“I’m going to miss this place,” Hobi said, swinging gently.“I’ll miss you,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll visit, and you can come to Seoul anytime,” he said, smiling that bright smile that always melted my heart.I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The letter burned in my pocket, but I knew I couldn’t give it to him now. Not when he was about to leave. Not when he was so happy.

We swung in silence for a while, the night air cool and crisp. Finally, Hobi stood up and pulled me into a hug.“You’re my best friend, Sunshine. Don’t ever forget that,” he whispered. “I won’t,” I whispered back, holding onto him as if my life depended on it.I tried to pull away, but Hobi shook his head. "No, not yet," he said softly. So I held on, and for once, the hug felt different. I was trying to let go, but my hands were gripping his t-shirt, as if they had a mind of their own.

"I'll miss you," I murmured again, feeling the sting of unshed tears."Don't worry, Sunshine. We'll see each other soon," he said, his voice filled with confidence.

I wished I could share his optimism, but my heart was breaking. I knew things would never be the same once he left. Hobi pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. "Promise me you'll take care of yourself," he said, his gaze intense.

"I promise," I whispered, forcing a smile. "Good," he said, finally letting me go. He ruffled my hair playfully, the way he always did. "And don't forget to write, call, and text me. I want to hear all about what's going on here." "I will," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

When we reached my front door, he turned to me one last time."See you soon, Sunshine," he said, smiling that familiar, heartwarming smile. "See you soon, Hobi," I replied, watching as he walked away.

As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed to my room, my heart aching. I took out the letter from my pocket and stared at it. All the words I wanted to say, all the feelings I had kept hidden, were right there on that piece of paper. But it was too late.

I opened the drawer of my small desk and pulled out the box of trinkets. It was filled with memories—ticket stubs, small notes, and other little things that reminded me of Hobi. I placed the letter inside and closed the lid, hiding it away with the rest of my unspoken feelings.

The next morning, I woke up early to see him off. The train station was bustling with people, but it felt like we were the only two there. Hobi was surrounded by his family and friends, all wishing him well. I stood on the sidelines, feeling a strange mix of pride and sadness.

When it was finally time for him to board, he came over to me, his smile as bright as ever. "Take care, Sunshine," he said, giving me one last hug."You too, Hobi," I replied, my voice cracking.

As the train pulled away, I watched until it disappeared from sight. My best friend was gone, and with him, a piece of my heart.

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The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Hobi and I kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but it wasn’t the same. Every time we talked, I felt the distance between us growing.

I often found myself sitting at my desk, staring at the box of trinkets. The letter remained unopened, and I wondered if there would ever be a right time to tell him, or if I was destined to keep my feelings hidden forever.

Life went on, but a part of me was always with Hobi, in Seoul, living a life that I could only dream of being a part of. And just like that, we stopped talking. The texts stopped, the calls, and the letters—all of it faded into silence. Hobi and I were like two stars that met briefly before drifting apart in the vast universe.

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On my graduation day, amidst the sea of caps and gowns, I spotted him. Hobi was there, dressed casually in a loose white t-shirt and baggy blue denim jeans. For a moment, it felt like nothing had changed, as if the Hobi I knew and cherished was back.

Drawn almost magnetically, I approached the group where he was standing, his back to me, engaged in conversation. As he turned around, the familiar rush of emotions surged through me, but they were quickly tempered by the sight that unfolded. Next to him stood a small petite girl in a purple sundress, her big eyes and pretty smile could have captured anyone's attention, yet I didn’t care to linger on her features. My gaze fell to their hands, intertwined firmly, a silent proclamation of their connection.

Masking the ache with a practiced smile, I looked back at him. "Thank you for coming, Hoseok," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. His expression shifted slightly, a mixture of surprise and something indefinable as he released the girl's hand to offer me a brief, somewhat awkward hug.

"Congratulations “ he replied, stepping back to stand slightly behind the girl. "I wouldn’t have missed it for the world."

"That means a lot," I said, glancing briefly at the girl who was watching our exchange with a curious look. Turning back to Hobi, I continued, "I hope everything’s been great with you." "Yeah, things have been... really good," he said, a hint of hesitation in his voice as if he wanted to say more but thought better of it. His gaze flitted to the girl beside him, and he introduced her. "This is Becky," he added, his smile returning. "Becky, this is Y/N, my old friend from school."

"Nice to meet you," she said warmly, offering her hand, which I shook lightly. "Nice to meet you too," I replied, my heart sinking just a bit deeper. The words 'old friend' echoed in my mind, a reminder of the distance now between us.

The ceremony was about to begin, and as people started to move towards their seats, Hobi touched my arm lightly. "Let’s catch up later, okay?" he suggested, a hopeful note in his voice. "Sure, we’ll see," I said, nodding politely.

As they walked away, their hands found each other again, and I turned to join my family, feeling the finality of the moment. It was clear that the chapters of our past were just that—past. Hobi had moved on, and it was time I did the same

As the graduation ceremony unfolded and later wrapped up, I didn't get the chance to talk to Hobi again. The bustling energy of families and friends celebrating, the loud congratulations, and the clicking of countless photos filled the air, but a quiet disappointment settled over me. Hobi’s mom approached me with a smile, her familiar warmth a small comfort.

“y/n dear, I wanted to tell you earlier, but Becky had to leave she was on call, you see, and Hobi drove her, so they had to rush off,” she explained.

I nodded, managing a polite smile. "Of course, I understand. I hope they got there okay," I said, hiding the mix of relief and sorrow that Hobi hadn't chosen to leave without a word. "They did, thank you. He wanted to stay longer, you know. He's always talking about how proud he is of you," she added, her eyes softening.

As the crowd began to thin and I started to leave the venue, a pang of nostalgia gripped me. In a fleeting moment, amidst the dwindling groups of chatting attendees, I thought I saw Hobi looking back at me. I blinked, staring harder into the crowd, trying to pinpoint the familiar face that had haunted both my dreams and waking thoughts. But it was just my imagination playing cruel tricks.

He was gone.

[ortegatargaryen]

Ego

summary: enemies to lovers trope with Olivia Rodrigo! Set in Highschool!

Warnings: gay 😱

If you like this it’s from my Olivia Rodrigo short stories on Wattpad! I have many more! @Ortega_Rodrighoe

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Olivia's POV:

I walk into school with Iris and Jenna,

"I'm just saying, she seems different to the others..." Jenna says,

"Y/n L/n is just the same as the rest of her friends, alright? Yeah she's like hot as fuck and everyone wants her but let's be honest, she's probably a bitch" i say,

"Damn what did she ever do to you?" Iris asks as we walk,

"Nothing personally but like...just the people she hangs out with, and the way she acts she's so cocky" I explain, they both shrug, we sit down by the tree we always sit at.

We greet Madison, Conan and Tate who are already there, we talk a bit and eventually get onto the subject of prom,

"So I'm probably gonna ask Henry, what about you Liv?" Iris says, I shrug,

"I'll probably go alone" I say,

"Nooo you can't go alone to prom!" Tate says,

"Well who are you going with?" I ask her,

"Me and Jenna are going duh" she says,

"Woah what?" Jenna looks at Tate,

"Come on! Pleaseeee! Just as friends!" She begs,

"But like public places are just ew..." Jenna groans and lays down with her head on Tate's lap.

A/n: bit random but Tate and Jenna are besties in this cause why the flip not

We all talk a bit more, finally moving on from the prom subject,

"No I'm dreading the test on-" before I can finish my sentence I feel something hit me hard in the back of the head, I spin around, "what the hell?!" I yell.

Y/n runs over,

"Shit I'm so sorry!" She says, picking up the ball,

"Yeah you should be..." I say, Y/n looks at me, clearly shocked by my reaction,

"Excuse me?" She asks,

"I said-" I feel a hand cover my mouth and look to see Conan pulling me back slightly, stopping me from talking,

"What she meant is that it's all good and there's no problem!" He says, smiling,

"Uh right..." Y/n picks up the ball and walks off.

I push Conan's hand away,

"Are you seriously trying to get us at the top of the bitch groups target list?" Conan asks, the bitch group is what we call Y/n's friend group, they're all assholes, apparently except Y/n, in everyone else's eyes Y/n is the perfect angel who does no wrong, I swear I'm the only one who can see her for who she is, a cocky asshole.

"No I'm trying to shrink that girls fucking ego...not stroke it like you all do" I say, leaning back against Iris,

"Seriously what do you have against her?" Madison asks,

"She's so cocky! And she thinks she's just all that, when yeah she's pretty but personality is way more important" I explain.

"No she seems so sweet" Tate says, I groan and roll onto the grass,

"You're all blind" I say, they laugh and I feel a ball hit me again, "ow!", I look over and see Y/n with her friends laughing.

"Okay no I'm gonna punch this bitch" I get up and start going over to her with the ball in my hands,

"No no!" I hear Conan yell,

"Olivia!" Jenna yells, they all run after me, I get to Y/n and chuck the ball at her but she catches it.

"Can I help you darling?" Y/n asks, I roll my eyes,

"You did that on purpose!" I yell,

"Did what?" She asks, putting the ball down.

"You kicked it at me!" I say,

"It's seriously no problem!" Conan says, trying to defuse the argument,

"No it is a problem! I'm literally drowning in your ego flooding the whole fucking school, you need a serious reality check and fast" I start, "You may be a pretty face but that's seriously it, you have a horrible personality, you're cocky, arrogant and just too far up your own ass to actually realise that there's other people on this planet!" I say.

Y/n looks at me, genuinely shocked. Definitely the first time someone has said this to her, but I continue anyway,

"God I actually feel bad for you, how does it feel knowing everyone just wants you for your looks? And not for who you are as a person? You may think it's a huge flex but honestly it's just sad that nobody will ever love you for who you are", okay maybe I took that too far.

I see tears start to form in Y/n's eyes, shit. She quickly walks off. great, I just made the most popular girl at school cry. I'm dead.

"Uh...no cause you kinda ate..." Conan says,

"But you're definitely dead now" Tate says, I sigh,

"Let's just go to class..." I say, we all walk away before Y/n's friends yell at us.

I sit down at my desk, I feel all eyes on me, glares from across the room burning into my skull, I take a deep breath and try to focus on my work.

I sit down in the cafeteria, much to my friends dismay, I told them I'll stay away from them till all the Y/n stuff dies down. So, day 1 of having no friends.

I start eating my food and I feel something hit me in the face, fucking mash potatoes, I look up and see Y/n, laughing with her friends while wiping mash potato off of her hand. I sigh and wipe it off my face, great it's in my hair.

"Seriously you're just proving me right L/n!" I call out to her, she flips me off and I flip her off right back. I continue eating.

Y/n's POV:

I look at Olivia as she continues eating, Mathew then waves his hand in front of my face,

"Hello? Earth to Y/n" he says, I snap out of my daze,

"What?" I ask,

"Who are you taking to prom?" He asks, I shrug and look back at Olivia.

"Why do you keep looking at her?" Daisy asks, I look at her,

"I don't know..." I admit,

"Come on answer the question, who are you taking? You could have literally anyone in the school" Mathew says.

"Not her..." I say, hinting to Olivia, they look at her then at me,

"No...come on Y/n of all people in the school you choose the girl who hates you, literally the only person here who doesn't like you" Leah says.

"Yeah...that's what makes her more interesting...she's like, more real, she doesn't just look at people for their looks yknow..." I say,

"Well there's no way you're asking her cause she's literally-" before Daisy finishes her sentence, I get up, grabbing my lunch tray and going to Olivia.

I sit down next to her and smile,

"Sup..." I say,

"god can you back up a bit before your ego intoxicates the air" she says, covering her mouth and nose with her shirt.

I smile a bit,

"Funny Rodrigo" I say,

"Uh...you know who I am?" She asks, I nod and chuckle,

"Yeah we have English together..." I say,

"Ohh so you're not as far up your ass as I thought" she says,

"You seriously think I'm that bad?" I ask, she shakes her head,

"Of course not...you're worse" she smiles.

"Hm...then how about I take you on a date and show you just how wrong about me you are" I ask, leaning forward;

"Hm...no thanks" she says, standing up and walking off.

"I-...what..." I sit there staring at the spot where Olivia was, did I just get rejected?

I drive into school the next day on my motorbike with flowers in my hand, which trust me we're not easy to keep undamaged, I take my helmet off and see Olivia sitting alone under a tree, not the tree she normally sits with all her friends, a different one a little bit far from them.

I spray my perfume on me, fix my hair and walk over to Olivia,

"Hey Rodrigo" I say, sitting next to her, she looks at me and groans,

"What do you want narcissist?" She says, I hand her the flowers, she looks at them, slightly surprised, "lilies?" She asks, I nod,

"Your favourites, right?" I ask,

"Yeah...how did you know?" She asks, I shrug, she looks over at Iris who's grinning while watching us,

"Iris told you?" She asks,

"Well...yeah but actually getting the flowers was my idea" I explain, she nods,

"Mhm...2/10, L/n" she says, taking the flowers and standing up,

"What?"

"My rating of you, once you get to 8/10 we can go on a date" she explains, I smile as I watch her walk away.

Mathew walks with me through the corridors,

"why the hell are you even doing this, who cares what some girl thinks..." he asks,

"She's not just some girl Matt...she's different..." I say.

We walk into English, I see Olivia sitting at the back next to someone. I walk over, patting the person on the shoulder,

"Move ginger" I say, Olivia looks at me with a glare, I sigh,

"Please may you move Thomas..." I correct myself, Olivia smiles a bit, making me smile too, Thomas gets up and moves seat, I sit down next to her.

"3/10..." she says as she starts doing her work. I smile and do my work too.

I go into the changing rooms for PE, I start changing, I feel something hit my back I turn around and see Leah holding her shirt using it as a whip,

"Oh it's on..." I say, grabbing my shirt, we start trying to hit each other, laughing.

The door opens and Olivia walks in, once she does I immediately stop and get dressed. I see Olivia smile out the corner of my eye.

"Woahh Bianca you've put on weight" Daisy says, laughing at Bianca who covers herself with her shirt, Olivia looks over at us, she gives me a look, I look at Daisy,

"Dude don't say that..." I say, Daisy chuckles and looks at me,

"What?" She asks,

"Don't say it...not cool" I grab my bottle and walk out.

Olivia's POV:

I smile a bit as Y/n walks away from Daisy, I look at Daisy as she grabs her bottle and runs after Y/n,

"Y/n! Wait! I'm sorry!" She says,

"Damn Liv you really have Y/n wrapped around your finger" Jenna says, I chuckle and we walk out together, Jenna is my only friend who does PE too.

We walk out together, great, football again. I put my blue bib on, I look over at Y/n as she chooses to switch to my team instead of being on Daisy's team, she puts on the blue bib.

She walks to us,

"Alright so you guys can kick a ball right?" She asks, "mhm cool but I'm probably better so-" she stops talking when she looks at me and sees the look I'm giving her, "kidding! Uh yeah cool I'm sure you're all...great just uh try your best" she corrects herself.

We get onto the pitch, I gently grab Y/n's hand before she walks away, I go on my tip toes and whisper in her ear,

"5/10" i say just before walking onto the pitch.

The match starts and Y/n already has the ball, I hate to admit it but she's actually really good at soccer. I watch as she scores the 5th goal of the match, my team cheers as the final whistle blows.

I smile and go to Y/n,

"I have to admit you're actually really good at soccer Y/n" I say, she smiles at me and shrugs,

"Group effort" she says, I gasp,

"Y/n L/n being humble? What has happened to the world" I joke we we walk to the changing rooms, she chuckles and lightly nudges me,

"Shut up...wait did you actually call me Y/n?" She asks, I look at her,

"Yeah?" I say,

"Hm...that's just like the first time you've called me by my name to my face" she says,

"Ohh..." I just shrug.

She smiles and goes back to her friends,

"Oh my god we should throw a party on Friday" Daisy says, Friday is 3 days away,

"Yeah sure...can we invite Olivia?" I hear Y/n ask, I smile to myself, Leah groans,

"Dude...she's not like popular though" Leah says,

"Who cares...if she's not invited then I'm not coming" Y/n says, I don't hear the rest of their conversation as they walk out.

3 days later

Olivia's POV:

Y/n and I haven't talked much in the past 3 days, but she's currently at 7/10 very close to 8. I sit down with Iris and Jenna under the tree in our normal spot,

"Has Y/n asked you to the party yet?" Jenna asks me, I shake my head,

"She's barely spoken to me..." I say.

"Well that's about to change..." Jenna says, I turn around and see Y/n walking over.

Y/n's POV:

I sit down next to Olivia and smile at her,

"Hey...wanna come to the party tonight?" I ask her, she looks at her friends then at me,

"Eh...I'm not to fond of parties" she says,

"Oh...well wanna come anyway, for me?" I ask, smiling at her, she chuckles a bit.

"I don't know" she says, I gently shake her shoulders,

"Please!" I beg, "I'll do anything!" I say, she smiles at me,

"Anything?" She asks, I hum and nod, "Okay then you can pick me up...and you have to buy me a dress cause I don't have a party dress" She says, i nod and smile.

"Perfect! Thanks Liv!" I say, I get up and start to walk away,

"Hey Y/n!" Liv calls, I turn around and look at her, "8/10..." she says,

"Wait seriously?" I ask, she nods, "fuck yeah!" I cheer and run back to my friends.

"She gave me an 8/10! Now I can take her on a date" I exclaim, they all look at each other then at me,

"Wait you're like actually serious?" Mathew asks, I nod,

"Of course I am...why wouldn't I be?"

Leah speaks up, I see her get her phone out and hold it by her side but I don't think anything of it,

"Well isn't the plan that you're just gonna get her to like you so you can use her?" She ask,

"Well yeah...I mean that's why I talked to her in the first place" I start, "but now that I know her more...she's just so funny and sweet...and adorable, I mean I always thought she was beautiful outside but she's also beautiful on the inside too, and she just makes me a better person" I explain.

Leah puts her phone away, Mathew sighs,

"Honestly Y/n you can do better...just use the girl and move on" he says.

After school:

I drive to Olivia's house and pull up outside, I message her on insta, 'I'm here Liv', she hearts the message and I see the door open, she walks out in the dress that I bought her

She walks to the car, I lean over and open the door for her, she gets in and smiles at me,

"Are you sure the dress isn't too much?" She asks, I shake my head,

"Of course not you look really good, darling" I say, i smile as I notice her blushing. I start driving to Daisy's house. 

Once we get there we see bright coloured lights flashing from the windows and loud music booming from inside, I get out the car, go to her side and open the door for Liv; she smiles and gets out,

"Woah you look good Y/n" she says, examining my outfit.

I chuckle,

"Thanks...come on", I gently take her hand and we walk to the door, "I love it when you say my name..." I say, she smiles at me,

"Oh really? Y/n Y/n Y/n Y/n!" She exclaims, I chuckle,

"You're adorable"  I say, she blushes and hugs my arm, I smile and open the door.

We walk in together, Olivia's sees Iris, Jenna and Tate standing together, she gasps,

"You invited them?" She asks, i nod,

"I didn't want you to be lonely" I explain,

"9/10 Y/n that's really sweet..." she kisses me on the cheek and runs off to her friends, I freeze in my spot, feeling my cheeks heat up.

I feel someone grab my arm, I look at Daisy and smile,

"Hey Dais" I say,

"Hey! Sooo want a drink?" She asks,

"Yeah sure sure..." I say, she takes me over to the drinks table.

Olivia's POV:

"Damn Liv! You look good!" Conan exclaims, I turn around and see him walk in,

"Hey Conan!" I exclaim, "and thanks! You look good too!" I say, we all talk for an hour or so.

"So, Y/n spoke to us, and oh my god, she wouldn't shut up about you" Tate says, I look at her,

"Wait really?" I ask, Jenna nods,

"She kept saying how you're adorable and stuff"Jenna says.

"We're seriously exposing her right now" iris chuckles,

"Ugh...yknow she's actually been kinda great lately" I say, looking over at Y/n as she laughs with her friends, Daisy is holding her arm and being like really touchy, I furrow my eyebrows as I watch her.

"Weird, right? Daisy's been like that all night" Iris says,

"Yeah...whatever, they're just friends" I say, the others don't reply, I turn around and look at them, they're all looking at Conan's phone, a mix of shock and anger on their faces, "what?" I ask, Conan hands me the phone, I see a video sent from Leah and click on it.

"Well isn't the plan that you're just gonna get her to like you so you can use her?" Leah asks on the video, the screen is just her legs and a bit of Y/n.

"Well yeah...I mean that's why I talked to her in the first place" Y/n says, my heart drops, I push the phone away, not wanting to hear more, Conan puts it in his pocket.

I look at the others,

"I'm so sorry Liv..." iris says, "She's such a bitch..."

"I...I thought I was changing her, but really she's just still a fucking bitch who only cares about herself" I say, I look back at Y/n, Y/n looks at me too and smiles, she then looks away and continues talking to her friends, how can she just smile at me like that.

I grab a cup of beer from the side and start going over to Y/n,

"Hey!" I call out, she turns around to face me and I chuck the beer all over her,

"What the hell?!" She yells,

"So you're fucking using me?" I ask,

"What?" She asks, trying to wipe off the beer,

"0/10, L/n" I say before storming away.

Y/n's POV:

I look over at Conan as Olivia walks out to the back garden, followed by Iris,

"What the fuck was that about?" I ask,

"We've seen the video Y/n...you're just using her" he says,

"What?! I'm not fucking using her, I actually like her" I say, that's the first time I've said it out loud, sounds weird to admit.

"Wait what video?" I ask, Conan hands me his phone and I watch the video, "What. The. Fuck" i say,

"Don't say it's fake we know it's real Y/n" Jenna says, I look at her,

"No it's real...just watch the rest of it" I say, Conan takes his phone back and the others watch the rest with him.

"but now that I know her more...she's just so funny and sweet...and adorable, I mean I always thought she was beautiful outside but she's also beautiful on the inside too, and she just makes me a better person" I explain on the video, they look at me,

"Well...shit" Conan says.

"Wait...Leah...Leah you fucking bitch!" I yell, I see Leah outside and storm out to her, basically everyone that was inside follows me, I shove Leah,

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yell, at her, she looks at me confused.

People crowd around, including Olivia,

"What? What do you mean" she asks,

"You fucking sent that video to Conan who showed Olivia and now Olivia hates me!" I say,

"Ohhh right...well either way two shouldn't be together, you need to be with someone popular!" She yells back, "she changed you Y/n! You're now just this boring girl who doesn't even have fun anymore!" She says.

"Your version of fun is just being a fucking dick Leah!" I say,

"Oh shut up! You're only saying that because your little slut girlfriend Olivia is watching!" She yells, I look at her, diving straight at her, I push her on the ground and start punching her in the face while she starts trying to punch me.

"Y/n!" I hear someone yell, I block out the sound and repeatedly punch Leah still, someone pulls me off, I look and see Mathew, I shove him away. Leah pulls herself up, I grab her and shove her into the pool,

"Keep her fucking name out of your mouth" I say, looking at her as she pulls herself to the side.

I feel someone grab my arm, out of reflex I go to punch them but see it's Olivia, she flinches slightly but doesn't move, my face softens and I let my hand fall to my side,

"Liv...I'm really sorry...I swear I'm not using you" I say, she nods,

"I know, I know" she pulls me into a hug, I smile and hug her back.

"Now let's go sort out your face..." she says, grabbing my hand and leading me inside.

"What's wrong with my face?" I ask, chuckling a bit,

"You're bleeding" she says, we go into the bathroom and she pushes me to sit down on the toilet.

She grabs some tissues and starts cleaning my face,

"So...am I still at 0/10?" I ask, she smiles and shakes her head,

"You beat the shit out of someone for me...you're at 10" Olivia says, I smile proudly, "but do anything like that again and I'll slap the shit out of you" she says, half joking, I chuckle and nod,

"Yes ma'am"

She looks at me, gently cupping my face,

"You're very pretty...sorry for ruining your hair and make up" she says, chuckling nervously.

"It's okay...you're very pretty too Liv..." I say, she blushes and smiles, her eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. I put my hands on her waist and gently pull her closer, she stands in between my legs and leans in, I lean up a bit and kiss her, she kisses me back.

It's like the whole world has melted away and we're the only ones left and trust me, I'm not complaining.

The end!

A/n: sorry if this seems rushed, I didn't have much of an idea for it, but then again it is just a short story.

[giurochedadomani]

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favorite thing about them

'peaked in highschool' kind of vibe. Don't get me wrong I adore him, but it makes for a really interesting character, when someone who has grown up in a really cozy safety net suddenly doesn't have it, things start not going his way, etc (the struggles with getting into an uni, the crappy jobs, etc.).

least favorite thing about them

I don't think I have one. The posh look in s1, maybe? And that's just because I've always been way more into metalheads, so the polos do absolutely nothing to me. But to each their own xD

favorite line

Ahoy, Ladies! Didn't See You There. Would You Like To Set Sail On An Ocean Of Flavor With Me? I'll Be Your Captain. I'm Steve Harrington

brOTP

Robin, although I have read some fics that flesh a little more Tommy and Steve's relationship and in which Tommy helps Steve out 'for the sake of old times' which are....... interesting)

OTP

Metalsandwich (it's a breath of fresh air? It's honest to God the first time I encounter an ot3 which people don't reduce to a love triangle? Like, everyone has their own little headcanon about it, but all seems to be in the direction of thinking how would they work).

I also like Harringrove a lot

nOTP

Nancy.

random headcanon

He's extremely competitive, but only in the stupidest context (which is bad, because Eddie knows exactly which buttons to push to get him to follow into some crazy idea)

He's exactly that type of person who'd ask you a hundred times if you're mad at him and why you're mad at him (which is not bad per se because when Billy is morose it can be a bit tricky prying of him why is he mad. And I kind of feel like Eddie would be kind of the same, shutting off in the bedroom and turning metallica up to a 110%)

He undersells himself a lot and cares a really unhealthy amount about what others think about him

He hates texting and has a brick phone until his 50s, however having a chat with him can add years to your lifespam

unpopular opinion

song i associate with them. If Steve was Spaniard he'd definitely be an Hombres G fan and he'd get all dolled up for a date to the tune of 'Voy a Pasarmelo Bien' (I'm going to have a great time) (🎵 I know I have some enemies, but tonight they cannot count on me, I'm gonna turn into a werewolf, I've promised myself that I won't sleep alone, because todayyyyy... Today I'm gonna have a great time 🎵) . Although Hombres G quite literally have a song that goes 'Devuélveme a mi chica' (Give me my girl back) about the loser of the class whose girl prefers to go with a really posh hot guy in a yellow sweater that would be more of a jonathan type of song but it does make me think about Steve

Anyway Hombres G is one of the most iconic 80s Spaniard groups.

favorite picture of them

the moment he grimes up good I'm literally on my knees

[harleiquina]

"May siblings be together, for that is the first law. May their union be true in anytime, because if they fight each other they'll be devoured by those outside" (José Hernández, "Martín Fierro").

So, today I found out that there was going to be a picket to support the WGA strike in my country (Argentina) and relatively close home. I wish I knew it sooner, I would've liked to join... but

I'm not a guild member (reason why I never received any kind of news about it) because...

Technically I'm not a writer (a professional, I mean. The ones that get paid to write) which leads me to...

I have a job that I hate and I can't just skip a random day because...

Even If they pay me very little, I am the breadwinner at home and every little cent counts... since...

My country's economy is a bloody mess that could be solved in over 50 years, if we are lucky.

So, here I am, making a post in solidarity to the Strike while waiting for the calls to start to ring. This might be a lenghty (and personal) one.

My journey into writing:

It was hard to answer the old question "what do you want to be when you grow up?" as a child because I wanted to be everything (except Doctor and Vet. I still don't like the idea of inflicting any kind of pain to heal someone -yes, I do know that anesthesia is a thing but it does wear off, did you know that? And painkillers too!).

At school I absolutely hated writing as homework, however I always ended up telling stories (my grandfather's folk tales) in the schoolbus for a limited audience. It wasn't until 7th grade that I realized that I was able to have original ideas and put them on paper... then I started to love writing and I would put my best effort into it. Yes, those were silly little stories usually prompted by whatever paragraph or sentence our teacher gave us (twice my aunts laughed at something I was proud of and I won't lie, it did hurt back then. Probably I would laugh now too). Still, coming up with something new was exciting.

In my senior year of Highschool I had "Applied writing" a subject that, supposedly, was there to teach us how to make our resumes, formal letters and other stuff that is "useful" in the work place or life itself. But that's not what I've learned.

I had Marcela Bullentini as my teacher. Someone that was quite scary with her desire for us to speak properly (eliminating the 'sh' sound from our bonaerense accent that changes words like "lluvia" -rain- to make it sound "shuvia", or our usual "perdón" -forgive me- instead of "lo siento" -I'm sorry- EVERYTIME she would answer with a mighty "only God forgives" to remind us that we were using the wrong term). After a few months of trying not to get on her bad side, I started to like her because I could tell that she loved writing and reading. And that's why she never gave us those boring lessons the other classroom's teacher (and school Principal, mind you) gave her students. She taught us the basics tools to write news, anecdotes, opinions and scripts for audio-drama (podcasts weren't a thing in 2009) and even TV (we did had to shoot a short film by the end of the year. Yes mine does suck). She is the reason why I considerated making a living out of writing. When the school year was coming to an end and it was time to enroll in College or the University and my classmates would ask "what are you going to study?" I answered them "I would like to be a Movie Director or Script writer". Guess what was their response... "Why?" usually followed by "that's too easy"

Too easy.

Too easy? How come? Why the Arts are "easy"? Why do you think that your dream of becoming a Sport's Journalist is better than mine wanting to tell stories? You'll still have to write something, you idiot!

Still, I did not followed my passion because making a living off the Arts is quite hard in here. You have to know someone who can "get you in" or beeing a professional boot-licker or work in the worst things ever, beeing completely stepped over and then you might ✨️MIGHT✨️ have a chance to do something true to yourself. And I wanted to be the argentinean Tim Burton, I knew nobody would've backed me up. So my aunt gave me an idea "why don't you try with Advertising? Many movie directors and writers began with Ads". So... off I went to Advertising School.

For those of you that don't know, Advertising is divided in 3 major branches: Accounting (the bridge between the Clients and the Agency), Media (the ones in charge of the budget and with the contacts to publish/play the ads everywhere) and Creativity (the ones that make the ads). I belong to the 3rd group and guess what? We're still thought off as an afterthought... as if making or writing for an ads campaing is something that is "easy", something that anybody can do. That we, the creatives, are just lazy people that every now and then receive a task, like anybody else would toss a bone to a dog, to "do something". To be fair, since I've never worked at an Agency I do not know if this kind of behaviour is present in them too... but all my classmates had this attitude and if they were meant to be the future of this profession, then I'm better off doing anything else but working as a Copywriter.

So here I am today, working as an Over the Phone Interpreter with over 20 stories locked in my head (and scribbled across many notepads and documents in my PC), too tired to write after work and trying not to sit on the computer on my free time because I spend the whole day, 5 days a week sitting in front of it. Still, sometimes I do get things done. My brain doesn't stop just because I have no time or because I'm tired. I know I'll get things done... eventually.

But Laurita, what does this have to do with anything?

This is my blog, I write what I want.

Context was needed.

As I said the whole "writing stories isn't serious enough" "it's too easy" "you can do something better" has been plaguing my life since day one. I was even able to see a glimpse of my favourite teacher's hopes and dreams for me crash in his eyes when I told him that I was studying to become an Advertising Creative. (I'm pretty sure all my teachers thought I would become one of them, or a doctor, or a lawyer, maybe even a scientist).

People!... Telling stories is important!

I dare to say that ours is the oldest profession (not the other one 😏) because whenever a lesson had to be taught, or something needed explanation, there was someone ready to tell a story about it.

Telling stories was never just entertainment. People seems to forget that even the silliest fairytale was meant to leave something behind with their audience. For ages my family and I wondered about the Magic Fish, a russian folckloric tale (a very lazy young man goes fishing in the ice for once in his life and catches the magic fish that promises that if he lets him go, he'll grant any wish he has. The guy ends up living in a palace made of gold and marrying a princess) and then it hit me: it was not the story itself... but the posibility of making many kids go fishing in the ice hoping to catch the Magical Fish that will grant them any wish. Well done, slavic people, well done 👏🏻👏🏻

I do not understand the constant dissmissal of our craft. Well... yes I do. People think it is easy because we make it easy for them. What's the point of creating something inaccessible? Why would anybody need to have a Post Doctorate in whatever field to understand a comic, a joke or a novel? We turn dozens (if not hundreds) of different concepts that fly through our minds into something understandable to anybody.

I watch Cinema Therapy where both hosts analize the psychology behind stories and characters. It is all in plain sight, we all know that Indiana Jones is resiliant, that Aragorn is a non-toxic man... but do you know how my family reacts when I tell them about any of their videos? "Isn't that reading too much into things? It's just a story, it's fantasy!"

It is a story, it is fantasy... but in order for it to work it has to be grounded in reality. Otherwise no-one would feel a thing for any of them!

And who does the dirty work? We do. We have to come up with real non-existent people so their fantastical escape is a good one. One that will make them forget their worries, one that might break their heart in a thousand pieces but carefully put it back with the warmest and stickyest-sweet glue you can find.

Oh! You know who killed the victim before the detective? That's because we feed you the clues so you can participate too.

Whenever my teammates in college had a "creativity attack" and started shooting ideas for ads, I'd step in to tell them why it would be impossible for us to use them (or at least why they didn't worked at all). They would get angry, of course, so I'd suggest them to do it themselves and what was their answer? "You do it, you are the creative one" So you make up your mind, buddy, either you trust me or not. You cannot have it both ways.

People doesn't realise the power that we hold, they think that we just come up with anything off of thin air. They ignore our investigations, how we observe the world and learn from it. They ignore our minds but get surprised even with the most obvious plot-twist (as it happened to mom, I told her something that was going to happen on her soap opera -so the bar was very low- and when it did happened she was like "how did you know?" I was tempted of answering with a "I'm a writer, I see what they are doing" but I just said "because it was obvious" If I actually tried to explain to her how I came up with that she would've thought that I needed help 😵‍💫). We accumulate knowledge like a dragon hoards gold. Anything is useful, anyone is useful. Don't make us turn you into a villan for our book or movie.

But still... we always get short-handed, stepped on, underappreciated.

We are the weirdos, the ones that live with their heads in the clouds, the "lazy" ones that spend their whole day on the computer "doing nothing" and can't close deals or use brute strenght to do their job. The ones that make up imaginary things hence things that have no value.

We know that it's not true. We know that we deserve better.

We had enough of that.

That's why we strike.

[your-sweet-cookies]

What are your biggest rp pet peeves?

Message from Mun: I don't really have many pet peeves when it comes to RP, since I'm usually the type of person who does their best to focus on the positive aspects of the community. But I will admit that there are a few that can sometimes even get to me, and I'll write a few down:

People who don't read your rules - there is a good reason why Muns even take the time to write these special specifications lists labeled as "Rules". If it weren't something important, we wouldn't bother with writing them in the first place, so please, read them!

Lack of communication - There are soo many misunderstandings and conflicts that could've been avoided between people if only they would communicate more. It pains me seeing my friends being hurt by others because of something that could've been avoided if only people would talk more between one another before jumping to random conclusions. So please people: proper communication is key! Use this ability we've been invested with by nature!

Meme asks sent just for the sake of sending something in the hopes of getting something in return and then never coming to read the answers - One of the reasons why nowadays I kind of take a long time writing answers to meme asks is because I don't really have the same motivation I used to have in the past. This is due to a lack of confirmation if the other party is even going to read the reply. As one might see, I do try to keep an equal length between the answers I deliver, so that people don't feel discriminated, and the answers end up being usually long in length, so it's a bit disheartening spending half an hour or more on a single reply, only for it to be never read. I'm not expecting meme posts to turn into threads, but at least leave a like as a sign that you at least acknowledged the answer and that there's a chance you hopefully read it.

"Highschool clique" - This is a phrase referring to the phenomena of people interacting only with a small group of people and ignoring everyone else trying to interact with them. This can lead to people exclusion and creates a toxic environment for the community. Let's try to be more friendly and open to one another and not act like highschoolers, since we're adults after all!

People ignoring your asks/deleting them without further notice - There have been many instances in which I would put effort into writing a long ask (either in order to start a thread or continue one), only for it to never be answered without a proper reason. If you don't like the topic/direction I might've taken, please for the love of God, just send me a DM or answer that ask privately, letting me know why you'd not want to answer it and what should I send instead. Ghosting my messages, threads and asks only hurts me and makes me feel anxious and insecure about my writing and whether or not you like me as a RP partner and want to continue our threads/interactions.

And Lastly, my biggest pet peeve of them all: People ghosting your threads! This one's similar to the previous one in my list, but it's somewhat more hurtful because it kinda sends the clear message of "I grew tired of you, so I'll just abandon our stuff without a proper reason or explanation." It's just painful, especially if said person then never messages you again in DMs either and you're just left hanging in there indefinitely, wondering if there's even a point or not into initiating further interactions. This somehow comes back to the point about communication too, because things would be much different if the party involved would at least send a DM letting you know that "hey, I still wanna write with you, but that old thread doesn't tickle my fancy anymore, let's try something else!". Trust me, sending a DM explaining stuff DOES make a HUGE difference and it's far better than ghosting someone!

[starlightkun]

omg omg omg okay so im like in the middle of my final exams before im done with highschool but i need to tell you all about the fics that you have been releasing because wOW.

okay BUZZER BEATER

GOD THOSE TWO ARE SO FLUFFY. i dont have chronic illness but the way you described it just reminds me of starting adhd meds where i had to take so many pills at random intervals during the day and felt awful 24/7 and how im afraid that going into uni, people are going to ask for my meds for recreational purposes (which makes me so mad btw cause like i need meds to live dont ask for medication that is in limited supply so you can get lit but anyways). But yeah i didn't know that much about migraines other than the fact that its terrible but yeah the way you wrote mc was so beautiful and relatable and im just so sorry that you have to be burdened by these migraines and spend so much time and energy managing it. The way you wrote sungchan though was beautiful. his character is absolutely the most pure and loving guy (whilst also being a loserboy) and the fact that he did not question or judge or put pressure on mc ever was so healing. just watching him be so open with his affection and just blatantly pine for mc without any reservations about it makes me really want a sungchan of my own now. I just want a cute, sweet, uncomplicated, loserboy so i can just live my life in both sickness and health and not be judged by what hurdles my body choses to throw at me today (my psychiatrist was saying my stomach is just really sensitive so thats why ive been going through hell which is sucky but at least i have answers and know what to avoid lmao). But yeah thank you for writing something so beautiful about an experience that i felt so alone in having, because now i feel less guilty about struggling with my own health and most importantly less alone.

now onto Dr Magic!

dear lord jesus if i felt seen by buzzer beater, ive never felt more out of my depths by Dr Magic. Its such a hilarious fic and renjun and mc are both so insane and crazy but in a way thats realistic (i go to one of the top high schools in australia and there are people here who are so dedicated to school the same way renjun and mc). The way renjun just wants mc to spit in his mouth, I swear ive met boys like that too. also the steamy makeout sesh?! soft renjunnie with caring and dominant reader who asks for consent?! mc is so sexy for that, i love her. Also! your description of renjun wearing a yellow hoodie, jeans and a red cap was so scrumptious that i embodied mc in that moment and wanted to eat him whole also. the scene where renjun owns up to the mean things he said to mc whilst mc talks about spitting in his mouth in front of TEN?! shes so confident and strong despite being hurt and i love that for her. i really love how in your fics, you mix humor with maturity to create such well rounded works that really celebrate being wild and having fun whilst also being a grown and mature person. just like you, i could never be renjun and mc but im happy for them and what they have.

side note: thank you for being pro palestine, i know being pro palestine is a simple thing and a low bar to set for myself in finding good people in the world, but with all the people in power and celebrities (cough eric nam cough) publicly supporting the genocide that is happening, im very glad to find others who see the horrors for what it is.

-✨anon

yeah i will always be anti-genocide and anti-apartheid ethnostates, and it truly does boggle my mind to see people support that??? somehow???? but seeing all the pro palestine demonstrations and protests and posts all over does give me hope to hold onto

rest of my response to ur lovely feedback under the cut to not make this post any longer lol <33

BUZZER BEATER!!!!

i also want my own loserboy sungchan so bad 🤧🤧 he was just so perfect in that one ugh. im glad that u were still able to see urself in some of the mc (tho im NOT glad that ur having side effect trouble w ur meds, sending out my love as a fellow tummy trouble side effect haver 🫶). and yeah i rlly wanted my bb sungchan to be not necessarily a himbo per se (bc imo u have to be like BUFF and stupid and sweet, i.e, kronk from emperor's new groove, and alas, sungchan is not built like wonho im not that delusional) but he is at least a big (read: tall), sweet, not quite dumb but not as academically rigorous in the same way as mc, jock who is used to kind of following the same script when in that college "talking phase" with a girl (a little bit of flirting, parties, inviting her to a game maybe, buying her a drink, etc.) bc it's safe and he rlly likes reader so he doesn't want to mess it up but then he realizes that he has to throw it all out bc reader can't actually do like most of that and is like ok. new plan. and ends up just fully embracing his pining, soft loserboy self and how down bad he is for reader. ugh i love him 💗💗💗

dr_magic2303!!!!

i would greatly admire, respect, and fear in equal measure anybody who feels seen by dr_magic2303 lmao. like good for u but COULDN'T BE ME!!! like some of the bits of mc's hyperfixation on her personal projects and that raw hunger for knowledge (as opposed to being the best) was modeled after my own hyperfixations and kind of manic flow states that i get with my adhd (i've yet to put up a conspiracy board in my apartment but i do routinely feel like the pepe silvia meme from it's always sunny) but i have not been a neurotic overachieving academic since jr yr of high school thank god! 4 years of cognitive behavioral therapy and a lot of anti-depressants cured me of that. this is coming from a former gifted kid lmao.

when i knew that i wanted this fic to take the this route (renjun getting consensually dosed up w siren venom) i knew i wanted there to be some form of a convo like that. like consent is sexy!!! and making sure ppl r being taken care of when they're consensually giving up and transferring power for a limited time (with or without the use of magical aphrodisiacs) is sexy!!! aftercare is sexy!!! (even tho renjun threw reader out before they could rlly finish that part but u know) and i rlly hope that came across in that scene

reader talking about spitting in renjun's mouth in front of ten isn't THAT weird for sirens (reader and ten were JUST talking about ten's nipple rings and their lack of sex lives like five seconds earlier in that same convo so like yknow) but ten could obviously tell that there was something a lot deeper going on than just some casual saliva swapping between pals so that's why he left lmao

as always thank you sm for your ask and your feedback on my fics 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 good luck with the end of school you got this b 💗💗💗💗

[cassiopeia-mori]

please like. touch grass.

alright, start up the clown music!

why are you being so aggressive man? want people to take your side? dont be such a damn asshole to a kid lol

"First of all, a key thing is missing from these dms, and that’s her “kiss mate” literally told Kaz/Puffyy he can vent to her, and yet this is presented as him just going after her….when that’s not fucking true"

what're the quotes for? kissmate is a gender-neutral term for girlfriend or boyfriend lol you weirdo

secondly, just bc you allow someone to vent to u, does not mean u have to become their goddamn therapist. its clear here kaz was literally venting to this child VERY often, enough to harm their own mental health severely. an adult has access to PLENTY of care that shouldnt only come from a kid. he IS going after THEM, THEM, TAMMY USES THEY/THEM, by only venting TO THEM.

"Kaz (who I’m just going to keep referring him as) has brought up his mental illnesses before….but A) that hardly has happened and B) was only done when it was relevant to the conversation or situation ….he never suddenly went “Oh actually I’m autistic so you better be nice with me”"

his mental illnesses are very public and not an excuse. i am autistic and depressed, that does not mean i get to abuse people!! you are DANGEROUS if you think this is an excuse.

"Now for the accusations…out of context, yes this looks like he’s just randomly accusing them for random shit….but that’s the thing, that’s without context, which is not given here in the slightest….why? Because it dare paints Oka here in a bad light."

full context screenshots are in the reblogs, showing this was unprompted, and also, this is tammy. not oka. if ur gonna be an ass at least be an ass to the right guy. LMAO

"she refuses to let go of situations till it ends up going in her way…kinda like what she’s doing right now with this post….and she will keep on going, and going, and going, AND GOING, becoming actual harassment to the users that wronged her…and yes, I said users, as it’s not Kaz who gets this harassment….a good few other users on CS have had their own personal stories that dealt with Oka, so if you think she’s just an innocent little girl….you’re beyond wrong"

sorry that a 13 year old refuses to let go of an abuser traumatizing their partner and getting away with it??? like, she keeps bringing it up because of dickwads like you CONSTANTLY, and i mean CONSTANTLY, bringing this shit up, constantly harassing her, constantly bullying her and tammy, CHILDREN who were HURT AND ABUSED BY AN ADULT FUCKING MAN. please use your brain. she's acting in self defense. dont want her to be angry at you? shut the fuck up!!!!!! woah!!!!!!!!!! oka has done some things wrong, but let us not forget that she was 12-13 when this took place, and tammy was ELEVEN. when they met kaz. we blaming prepubescent kids for being abused? damn!!!

"And you know what’s the best part of that post Kaz made being taken out of context? THE GOD FOR SAKEN CONTEXT IS WITHIN THE POST! But nooooooo, let’s ignore the fact she constantly harassed him and refuses to leave situations alone"

lets also ignore the fact that kaz repeatedly told TAMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!! that he was gonna khs. a 17 year old threatening suicide to a 12 year old for daring to help him, hoo boy, wow, they're such a terrible person!! i hate this child so much!!!!

"Oh….and that sexualizing minors thing? The so called “minors”……ARE FUCKING ADULTS

KAZ IS A DIE HARD FAN OF THE GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE FROM SO HE’D KNOW WHO IS AND ISN’T AN ADULT, AND THE TWO IN THE COMIC….ARE….ADULTS!"

they're highschoolers in canon and even if he ages them up they still use their base under 18 sprites

"KAZ EVEN FUCKING TRIED TO EXPLAIN THIS TO OKA, BUT THIS IS CLEAR EVIDENCE THAT SHE DIDN’T LISTEN (or she did, but chose to ignore that EXTREMELY KEY DETAIL)"

aging up is also not an excuse for sexualization! you can age up for like, aus that need them to be adults, but aging them up to make them have implied sex, while not illegal, is weird as hell! and she is very valid in thinking this!

"And also, ironic she’s saying the site owner isn’t taking accountability for their actions…..when she herself never did, the most she gave were pitty sorries, even though she did so much damage to so many people…especially the one she’s trying to frame here"

oh so kaz's sorries are all SO GENUINE, but hers arent? okay thought police. kaz traumatized kids, oka got mad at a couple of people for excusing it. woah, are you so TRAUMATIZED because some girl you hardly know is DEFENDING HERSELF??? grow up.

"If you guys honest to God believe all of this shit she’s making up…then idk what to say"

again, this is tammy! literally learn to read <3

these are proven screenshots dawg learn to read x2

"@puff-yy I wish that she will learn to actually cut it out and stop dragging this shit out even longer"

kaz, maybe you should stop threatening suicide constantly on main and calling oka and tammy bitches, narcs, several other things, and maybe i'll say youre not dragging it out, butcha are!!! and so are you, random velvet guy!

"and Oka, you better learn to stop trying to make things go your way, because that’s all you ever do anymore…things are never going to go your way all the time, and you need to live with that, and live with the fact that you can be in the wrong and live with never bringing shit up from the past for no good reason, keep your thoughts to yourself…and you wouldn’t have been in this very situation…"

waa waa!!! this child who was abused and the abuser got away PUNISHMENT FREE until THREE HOURS AGO is upset they were TRAUMATIZED AND ABUSED by AN ADULT MAN!!!!

things didnt go her way. a horrible person went unpunished until TODAY, people like you are constantly and disgustingly bullying, harassing, and overall being TERRIBLE people to her

and KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF???? do you WANT kaz to abuse more children? do you LOVE when children are abused? god, you're depraved????

also quit being the fucking joker dude you sound like kaz on an alt.

tl;dr learn to read, take a step back, touch grass, and stop bullying two children who were abused

Hello Everyone.

You might know a user going by the username @puff-yy and might know them personally.

Today I am going to call out both him and @syrupyy

As you know, Kaz is someone with mental illnesses, depression, autism. Maybe more but I personally do not know, he has used these mental illnesses as a scapegoat before.

He mentally abused my kissmate, guilttripped them, and then tossed them to the side once they saw through his bullshit.

For context: On Cs: (Comic studio) I sexted a man named Jay. At that time I was twelve and he was 14, he mentioned that he felt like he could talk to me about anything and that I was hot, so I talked to him about explicit topics, eventually leading him to ask me to sext him (He had a girlfriend at that time btw)

He was defending this man and yada-yada-yada things led to another. Now this man (Kaz) is SEVENTEEN.

He was accusing me and my kissmate (Both thirteen) of being the cause of one of his suicide attempts, villainiziers, and more.

I can TELL you. None of us tried to make him hang himself, we would never do this.

He has done this with me also, and also has twisted others users words.

Voynich (Not disclosing their user) has spoken out (Like a true hero amen amen.) and told him that the reason of his suicide attempts would probably be

Topic 2: Sexualizing minors.

I don't know alot of danganronpa 2 lore, but I am aware that Nagito and Kazuichi are minors. He made this comic,

He then used the excuse of the avatars being a minor but the real life people are not, which is gross???

Now moving on.

You all know what comic studio is, yes?

The comic making website, well it's not all good as you think.

The moderation team is mostly made up of minors, long story short. Moderation is eh, my friends got banned for making a mod mad (They threw themselves into the crossfire)

And also, Syrupyy is terribly biased.

When given suggestions (By my kissmate) he basically throws them to the side and disregards them, he keeps going on and on about how cs is bad for my mental health but does not take action for anything.

He unbanned Jay because he apologized, I guess.

He is a terrible siteowner/mod by experience.

@Puff-yy if you see this. I did warn you, your downfall was going to come, and you wouldn't get away with what you did.

[taro-im]

hi could you do a when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you with suna angst to fluff

when the haikyuu boys confess to you as a prank/joke then tell you…

You ask and shall receive✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Suna x reader

angst to fluff

link to Atsumus version

both of you are third years in this

600+ words

You and Suna in the beginning went for each other’s throats, both of you did not got along, but somehow in the end during first year of Highschool you both got along so well that you didn’t even know why you both hated each other

He is very sarcastic towards you, and your always sarcastic towards him both of you know that each of you are just joking, but sometimes his jokes hurt and sometimes your jokes hurt him too, it’s now your last year of Highschool you matured since first year and one big shocking thing is that you have a crush on Suna Rintaro, you don’t know why maybe it’s because he’s the only person you can act like an idiot towards and be mean around him without him getting offended, or maybe it was because inside he was actually nice and that he’s really cute, well it’s all of the above

“Sunaaa when ya gonna get a girlfriend?” Atsumu said teasing him “I think nows not the right time” Suna said tying his shoes “or is it because ya don’t have the guts to ask out ya precious y/n” Atsumu said with a smirk “I told you I don’t like her dumbass and she doesn’t like me like that” Suna scoffed “oh yeah? Ask her out and see her reaction and since yer don’t want to take it far just tell her a random excuse ” he said snickering “what do I get in the end?” Suna said intrigued “ya can have my lunches for a week” he said sighing “deal”

It’s now the end of practice you decided to go see Suna to borrow his notes when you were walking towards the gym Suna and Atsumu were talking “shhh y/n is here!” Atsumu said laughing “ugh” Suna said nervous

“hey y/n chan” Atsumu said putting his arm around your shoulder, “hi Tsumu” you said with a smile “y/n guess what Suna wants ta say somethin to ya!” He said yelling across the room for everyone to hear especially your crush Suna Rintaro “what is it rin?” You said nervous “y/n can we talk in private?” He said “y-yeah sure” you said hiding your red tinted face

Both of you walked out of the room in awkward silence “so what is it rin?” “I really like you y/n” he said face red “what are you saying?” You said nervous “I like you more than a friend, I like you as someone I see romantically” he said every word getting quieter “s-so your being serious?” You said heart doing backflips and face red “I would never lie about this y/n” he said feeling guilty because he was doing this for a bet “I like you too Rintaro” you said touching his hand “I’m glad to hear that” he said with a sigh of relief pulling you into a hug “so what do we do now?” Both of you said together then laughed but his laugh was full of guilt , you never thought he would of felt the same way towards you but guess what dreams do come true

Both of you went back into the gym and you could see Atsumu laughing “so how’s the two love birds doin?” Atsumu said laughing and the whole volleyball team was looking at the both of you intrigued on what was happening “nothing happened?” Suna said backing away from you “so ya two official now ?” Atsumu said patting Suna’s back like an old man “ye-“ you said getting cut off by Suna “no we aren’t” he said bluntly “what do you mean rin?” You said knowing somethings wrong “y/n we aren’t together” he said taking another step away from you “what do you mean?… then what was that earlier?” You said now hurt “y/n that was a prank… I shouldn’t of let it go that far” he said not looking at you in the eyes

“so it was a prank?” You said in a verge of tears… calm down y/n he always does pranks and jokes towards you… don’t be overwhelmed by this, this is just how the both of you are “y-yeah I’m sor-“ he said getting caught off guard by you laughing “haha oh my god I thought I couldn’t hold it in anymore I knew something was up” you said faking your most best laugh and smile “wait your serious?” Suna said eyes wide opened on what is happening “ha yeah don’t worry Suna it’s ok I’ve known you for of four years of course I know when somethings up, well now I gotta go” you said running out of the gym, when you were running out Atsumu noticed the tears rolling down your face… he knew you were lying, everyone in the room was in shocked at what happened, you felt mortified on what happened, you should of known it was a joke after all it is Suna Rintaro you know almost everything about him

Luckily it was Friday when he did that too you, you didn’t go on your phone you were too scared to see is he texted you so you didn’t, you remembered all the mean and negative jokes he said about you, you don’t think those were jokes anymore you think those are insults now you took them way too close to heart, you thought you were special suddenly you remembered on all the inside jokes the both of you had… you wanted to get over him on that Friday night but you couldn’t sleep all you could do was silently cry and think about all the things the both of you did together

It’s now a Monday it’s time to face the music, you took the whole weekend to reflect and to try to act normal around him “just let these feelings fade away” you kept on repeating the same thing again and again till that’s the only thing you could think of, while that was happening Suna for no reason felt a pain in his chest he was thinking about you, he can’t believe that your not mad at him and that you could act so casual about it, he’s angry at himself that he treats you like that and your still friend with him, he tried contacting you but you didn’t answer, of course he knew.. he was in the wrong and expected you to do that

now math class he finally got to see you, you sat by the window and he sat in the middle of the classroom, you and him would always pass notes too each other during that class and get in trouble, today he noticed your beautiful hair getting blown by the little waves of wind, your persed lips from focusing, the way you were looking at the board, your fingers that fidgeted with the eraser you were holding, at that moment his heart was throbbing with pain, guilt, and yearning for you

He passed a note too you, he looked at you to see if you were going to respond but you didn’t… you just looked at the note for a few seconds and threw it into your backpack, he could tell you were angry you would never ignore his notes “psst pls pass another too y/n” he said whispering to the girl next to him, this happned but you still didn’t respond

“Y/n why weren’t you responding too my notes” he said blocking the door exit so you couldn’t leave “Suna san I was focusing on the notes don’t you remember? We have a test next week you should pay attention too” you said going under his arm and leaving … since when did you call him Suna? Since middle school when you both didn’t really knew each other, that was the moment he knew what he did was wrong, he tried confronting it too you but you would always say you were okay, him and you became distance towards each other, he would always try to find you in school but you were always busy doing something

It’s been three months of him and you being distant, he was too nervous to reach out to you, and you were busy doing your own healing maybe you were being over dramatic but your feelings for him need to fade, during those months he missed you he hides his feelings for you in the past but now his feelings for you were stronger but it’s just that he had no hope of you two going back to normal he regrets doing that too you, you didn’t show up to their volleyball games, you barely texted him or hanged out with him, you were just distant, till today you were bored so you went too one of there matches by surprise, immediately he saw you in the crowd his heart skipped a beat, the past few games he was not doing so well because it was lack of sleep from thinking about you, you and him both made direct eye contact through the crowd

His team and him won the match, you decided to go out but guess what Suna ran to you dripping sweat to stop you “wait-“ he said out of breath “hi Suna san calm down what’s wrong? You should go take a breather” you said concerned “no this is more important” he said grabbing your hand walking outside “Suna calm down” you said stopping “y/n please hear me out” he said touching your shoulder “what is it Suna?” You said confused “i miss you y/n.. I shouldn’t of did that too you in front of anyone, I was just to caught up in the moment” he said looking you in the eyes “your seriously still talking about this Suna? I don’t know why the hell your bringing this up” you said trying to walk away holding your anger “no that’s not what I mean, I’m sorry I’m just not good at words!” He said “then what is it you want to say” you said with an angered face “y/n l/n, I love you, I’ve loved you since second year but I didn’t want to ruin our bond that we have, I’m so sorry y/n I understand if you hate me” he said getting quieter and quieter “your not joking right, like on that day right Suna? Your not joking right?” You said face red accidentally repeating the same words “y/n I swear I’m not lying” he said looking at you “I love you too.. but if this is another joke then-” you said but getting cut off by him kissing you on the lips “I love you y/n please don’t leave me again” he said sighing from relief then giving you another kiss on the lips “I love you too Rintaro”