#she’s like girly in a boyish way. sorry if that’s weird to say.

[bartholomew-junior]

i was listening to exclusively chappell roan while drawing this

[aristrocrat]

Chapter 2

S1 Episode 1

TW: cursing

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Okay here is the second installment to my friends-to-lover’s series. It’s pretty long and I’m not sorry about it. Let me know if you have any ideas as to where to take this series or how to improve it. Hope you enjoyyy xx

“Scott, hey, I’m getting another call,” You mumbled, pulling your phone away from your ear. Your eyes widened a little at the name Lydia Martin. “Oh, what the fuck?”

“What, is it Stiles?” Scott asked in a boyish tone. Stiles can’t keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friends. So of course, Scott instantly knew about the moment the two of you shared the other night. You rolled your eyes at the power he had over the two of you, and he used it constantly to make you blush or shut up.

“First off, stop doing that. It makes me feel weird because it was just a-”

“Heat of the moment thing. Righht, okay. Anyways- *click* … Hello? Y/N?” He held his phone in astonishment as he chuckled and continuing to thread the laces of the head on his lacrosse stick.

“Lydia, hey! What’s up?” You asked with a smile, already knowing what her call had to do with, making your way to the computer.

“Heyyy, girly. Whatcha doin?” She said sweetly. You knew the tone all too well.

“Do you need me to email you my notes?”

“How do you know I wasn’t just calling for a quick chat with my best gal pal?” She quickly retaliated, only to receive silence on your end. “Okay, fine. Yes, I think I left them in Jackson’s car but he isn’t answering my calls. I just wanted to review for the summer reading quiz tomorrow. Could you send me pics?”

“Yeah, one step ahead of you,” You laughed. “You should be getting them right about… now.”

“Thanks,” She softened her tone. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”

“Oh, it’s really no problem,” You sweetly dismissed her empty proposal. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you asked me for them.”

“I appreciate it,” She giggled. “But seriously, thank you!”

You opened your mouth to say something before familiar screams filled the silence.

“Yeah uh no biggie,” You quickly replied as you looked out your window to see Stiles hanging upside down and Scott holding a bat. “Oh god. I gotta go. Bye!”

You quickly threw on a pair of sneakers and hurried out of your front door. You rushed up to boys who were now both upside right, only to catch the last part of a conversation that you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to ask about.

“That’s the best part. They only found half,” Stiles bounced in place excitedly. “We’re going.”

“..Where? And found-”

The boys screamed louder than the first time, making you jump in response. Scott held his bat up defensively as Stiles jumped behind him and grabbed his shoulders.

“At ease, you fucking idiots!” You shouted. “It’s me! Put the bat down!”

“HOW DO YOU JUST APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE THAT?! My god,” Stiles yelped, holding his hand over his heart. “We need to put a bell on you.”

“I literally jogged over here,” You deadpanned. “Leaves were crunching and everything, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Just out of curiosity, have you ever like, oh I don’t know, overheard conversations I probably wouldn’t want you knowing about?”

“Oh yeah, like at least a dozen,” You smiled as he released an embarrassed groan. “But where are you going at this hour? Also who found half of what?”

“Nothing,” Scott answered. You gave him an unamused look while you walked up the stairs of his porch. “Y/N, trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Half of a dead body was discovered in the woods. We’re going to go look for the other half,” Stiles didn’t even let him finish the entire sentence before gladly offered up the information.

“Really? The two of you. Alone in the woods. Looking for a dead body?” You laughed at the boys who were screaming only a few seconds before. It was only when they blankly stared back that you realized it wasn’t a joke. “Oh wait- are you serious?! Dude, that’s so stupid!”

“I knew you’d say that,” Scott groaned. “God, you’re such a girl.”

“That’s not an offensive statement? I literally am a girl. But that’s rich, considering I just made you scream like a couple of sissies,” You chuckled. “I was on the phone with Lydia and ended it abruptly just because I saw you guys roleplaying piñata.”

“Woah, woah. Hold on! You were on the phone with the Lydia Martin?” His enthusiasm cut through you like a dull knife. You shifted uncomfortably, unaware of the way your shoulders fell.

This moment bitterly reminded you of the reason why you’d been brushing him off for the past few days. This boy has been hopelessly in love with Lydia since you were kids. It was all he talked about since you met him. You knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would ever go for anyone that wasn’t the captain of some sort of sport, but you still didn’t want to be the second choice when he was your first.

You, however, didn’t hear the way he spoke about you while you weren’t around. You were oblivious to the way he looked at you when you sang along to his music and how he softened his tone when he spoke to you. Sure, Lydia was hot and he still got excited to talk about her. But never in the way he talked about you.

“Dude, did you just not hear the part where we called you a sissy?” Scott jumped in, noticing your subtle disappointment and wanting to redirect the situation. “You don’t have to come, Y/N. I know it’s not your type of thing. But we’re going because this is once in a lifetime opportunity here in Beacon Hills.”

“Fine. But, uh, word of advice? Try not to scream like little girls if you hear a voice or see a bunny.”

“Funny,” Stiles smiled sarcastically as you walked away. “Very funny.”

Scott waited for you to go back inside before slapping his best friend’s chest with force.

“OW! What was that for?”

“For being an absolute idiot,” Scott rolled his eyes. “Let’s go find that body.”

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The next morning, you wanted to dress up a little for the first day of school. Your mom helped you with a subtle makeup look that brought out your best features and with curling your hair. You threw on the cute outfit you laid out the night before and had your mom drive you to school.

You hopped out of the car and walked up to your friends who were already standing outside of the building.

“Hey,” You smiled.

“Y/N, woah. You, um, you look different! Like a good different though! Just like- wow you look nice,” Stiles stuttered, making you giggle.

“Thanks! You too. How’d last night go?” You walked past them and led your friends into the building

“Shitty,” Scott mumbled.

“My dad caught me out there and dragged my ass home. Scott, on the other hand, stayed, found the body, and got bitten by a wolf!” Stiles said dramatically.

“A wolf, huh?” You teased, walking up to your locker. “Damn it, Scott. I personally think vampires are way sexier but hey! Werewolves aren’t that bad.. Aside from all of the fur-”

“Whatever, don’t believe me! I’m going to my locker,” Scott huffed, walking away from his friends’ fit of giggles. Stiles followed after him, leaving you to decorate and organize your little corner of the school. You quickly threw up polaroid pictures of your favorite people and grabbed the necessary supplies for your first hour of the day.

“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice called out to you as you shut your locker. You at her in confusion. Why was she talking to you in public? “That outfit is totally killer! Come sit next to me in English!”

She linked her arm around yours and walked you to class. Ah, of course she was shallow enough to induct you into her friend group because of a killer outfit. You took a moment to glance around at all of the eyes that landed on you, including those of your friends.

“I know, it’s stupid how their small minds work. Put on a little lipgloss and a mini skirt on, and they’re wrapped around your finger,” She talked quietly, smirking. “But if you keep dressing like this, I might just have to take you under my wing. Pretty in the streets, brilliant in discrete.”

“I appreciate the offer but I don’t know how to feel about everyone’s eyes on me,” You smiled, making her giggle as you took your seats. “I think I preferred not being noticed.”

“You’ll get used to it. Nothing quite beats the feeling of being popular, trust me,” She said.

Scott and Stiles followed you into the room, giving you their what the holy fuck is going on here looks. You widened your eyes and shrugged before turning back to Lydia as she talked about the glory that was popularity.

She dragged you along to practically every single class and met up with you in the hallways, not giving you the chance to even greet the boys. Just as you thought it was the perfect moment to slip away, you met the new girl and instantly hit it off. You decided to stick around for the rest of the day. If nothing else came from your day of popularity, maybe you could make a genuine friend from it.

“So how long have you been friends with Lydia?” Allison smiled, taking the seat next to yours in the cafeteria.

“Since she called my outfit totally killer this morning,” You mocked, looking up to smile at the kind girl. “I’ve known her since elementary school though.”

“She called my jacket totally killer too!” Allison giggled. “And here I was feeling special about her thoughtful compliment! Also, that explains why you’ve seemed just as confused as me standing near her all day.”

“Yeah, I normally hang out with the two dorks staring at us from the lunch line,” You both laughed as they quickly turned away when they saw the two of you look over. A fantastic playoff. “I just happened to put a little effort into my appearance for once and suddenly my life was turned upside down! Remind me to never look do this again.”

“Will do,” She smiled as she looked back at the boys. “So who’s the boy with the longer hair?”

“That’s my best friend, Scott,” You answered. “Well, he’s more of a brother. I’ve known him since like birth.”

“Oh so you guys aren’t.. you know,” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“God, no!” Your face scrunched up. “I’m weirdly into the geek standing next to him, but that’s a whole story in and of itself. Scott’s single and seems like he’s totally into you.”

“Really??” She grinned. You nodded and chuckled. Oh, he owed you big time for playing wingman. “Is he on the lacrosse team?”

“Yeah, actually. We’ll get to see him and Stiles play later if Lydia drags us to their practice,” You said. “But, um, just don’t let his skills, or lack there of, influence your view on him. He’s really sweet and cool.”

“Who is?” Lydia smiled as she sat in front of the two of you. “Oh those guys? Are they new too?”

You and Allison shared a look before laughing. Lydia simply shrugged it off and continued to talk your ears off about whatever came to mind. You and Allison stuck together for the rest of the day, exchanging life stories and silly jokes.

Eventually the final bell rang and Lydia dragged the two of you out to watch the boys’ practice. You sat between the girls and watched as Scott took his place at the goal. Your nerves instantly disappeared when you saw him catch virtually every ball that hurled at him.

Afterwards, Allison gave you a ride home. The two of you listened to your favorite songs and talked lightheartedly about the town and the people in it. She thanked you for being so genuinely kind and you did the same before walking into your house and sticking your nose into your books. You found it a little odd not hearing from your friends the entire night and even sent them text messages to the group chat to make sure everything was okay.

Y/N: Hey, I’m so sorry for ditching you guys today :/ Great practice though! Save me a spot during lunch tmr?

Scott: Yeah ofc! I have so much to tell you!

Stiles: I mean if Lydia doesn’t keep you all to herself then for sure lol. And same here

You smiled at your phone before putting it on the charger and going to sleep.

—————

You decided against dressing so preppy and opted for a casual, yet very cute outfit. You did your hair and makeup very similar to yesterday’s look and were off to school.

Lydia repeated her actions from the previous day, keeping you and Allison close until the last bell. You didn’t mind as much seeing as you finally felt a little more comfortable running around with their crowd. Scott snd Stiles only smiled at you, which indicated that they were okay with seeing you make new friends. The queen bee dragged you out to the bleachers to watch the lacrosse boys to their thing yet again.

You watched Scott demolish the field and make first line, making you and the girls scream in excitement. After practice was over, you waited outside of the school for your mom to come pick you up for about twenty. Most of the cars left the parking lot, making you believe that she forgot to pick you up. You sighed and went to call her when suddenly, you felt someone grab your arm.

“I can’t be the only one who thinks Scott’s newly found lacrosse skills are a little weird,” Stiles said in a concerned manner.

“I mean he has been working hard all summer,” You stated slowly.

“But have you ever seen him do anything like that?” He questioned, making you tilt you head in realization. “Exactly. Come with me, I’ll explain everything. I need help looking for some answers.”

“Okay, but what kind of answers?” You asked as Stiles pulled you by your arm towards his Jeep. He just kept marching towards his vehicle. “Uh, hello? Earth to Stiles.”

“You know how he said he got bit by a wolf the other night?” He asked, opening the passenger door for you. After you nodded and hopped in, he placed his arm on the top of your open door and leaned in. “Y/N, he had an open wound, clearly caused by the teeth of a big ass animal, that miraculously went away. His skills on the field? His weird behavior?”

“Oh my god, you’re not seriously thinking he’s a werewolf now,” You chuckled. “Stiles, that’s not possible there hasn’t been a reported case of a wolf in California in decades.”

“That’s what I thought!” He shouted excitedly before lowering his voice, not wanting anyone to hear about his crazy hypothesis. “But then I heard my dad say that the fiber analysis came back with animal hairs on the body.”

“No. Way,” Your jaw dropped. He pursed his lips and shrugged before closing your door and jogging to his side of the vehicle. “The animal was a wolf? But how?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I need your help,” He said turning on his car and switching it into first gear. “I mean it would explain the weird gymnastics routine from the field today, right? But you know what’s fucked up? If I’m right and he’s what I think he is, tomorrow’s a full moon. So we better work fast.”

He sped off to his house and you both ran to his room to find any information you could find on the internet. You searched away on your laptop, telling him about any article or old book pdf that related to lycaonthopy that seemed legit. He did the same.

Eventually, your yawns and tired body got the best of you and you fell asleep reading an old book Stiles got from the public library.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you really going to sleep when we haven’t even figured this out yet?” He asked when he noticed you face down, snuggled into his pillow.

“Fuck off, it’s like three in the morning,” You mumbled, flipping to face the other way. He laughed at your sleepy demeanor. “I even texted my mom that I was staying the night with Scott. Give me like an hour or two to recharge.”

“Here, let me just..” He said, getting up and looking through his closet before tossing you one of his t shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You grumbled angrily at the sudden clothes that landed on you. “At least change into these. Those jeans don’t seem very comfortable.”

“Right now, they’re the comfiest things ever,” You mumbled sleepily as you snuggled back into his pillow. He rolled his eyes and grabbed another pillow, hitting you lightly. “Stilesss, let me sleeeep.”

“Aw.. You think I’m actually going to listen to you. How cute,” He smiled only to hear your breathing start to regulate again. “Hey!”

He laughed and decided to lay on top of you, getting a big grunt in response. He finally saw you smile and it absolutely melted his heart. You were so sleepy that you could barely even keep your eyes open. Your hair was messy and your makeup a little smudged, but he swore he’d never seen you look so beautiful. He especially liked that you looked so comfortable cuddled up under him.

“What did I ever do to you?” You giggled. “I do not deserve to be kept awake by being crushed under your weight at this hour.”

“Oh please, you’ve never looked more comfortable,” He joked softly, making you laugh again. God, there’s that laugh again. It made his heart grow two sizes bigger under any given circumstance, but he swore he could die from the cuteness you radiated in that moment. He hadn’t seen you so sleepy since your middle school sleep overs at Scott’s house. He forgot how much he loved it.

“Okay, you’re kind of right,” You admitted before sitting up. “But alas, I will do as told.”

You got up and walked to his bathroom with Stiles’ clothes folded over your left arm. He smiled softly when he noticed that your scent lingered his pillow. He finally pulled himself out of bed, moved all of the clutter to the floor and pulled the covers down for you. He sat back down in his desk chair and continued to read an article, but he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.

That is, until you walked into his room wearing his clothes. What a sight to see. The clothes hung off of you in a way that made his chest explode in butterflies. He watched you climb back into his bed and snuggle back into his pillow.

“Now I’m cold, asshole,” You smiled, making him chuckle. You wanted to hint at the fact that you wanted him to join you. “Even the spot I was in is cold.”

“Want me to hop in bed to warm you up?” He half joked. But when you nodded, he forgot the entirety of the English language. He gave you a shocked look before smiling and shrugging, as if to say fuck it.

You waited for him to get under the covers before you got close. You wrapped your arm around him and closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep again. You were too tired to feel nervous about it.

Stiles stared at you in the dim light. This was definitely something he could get used to. In that moment, he didn’t even care about the fact that Scott’s situation. You completely silenced his mind; that was a new feeling. How, he’d never understand, but you did. He only wished he didn’t take so much Adderall so that he could simply snuggle back into you and fall asleep. It was only when you flipped on your other side that he finally got back up to study everything he had earlier set his mind to.

An abrupt, loud knock on the door made you jump awake. You saw Stiles leap out of his desk chair to reveal a smiling Scott.

“Get in. You gotta see this, dude,” Stiles said. Scott chuckled at your dazed and confused look. “Morning, sunshine! Someone tapped out but I’ve been up all night reading websites, books. All this information.”

“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked.

“A lot? Doesn’t matter. Okay, just listen-”

“Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” Scott chuckled, throwing his backpack on top of you and sitting on your feet. You laughed, trying to push him off.

“No, they’re still questioning people, even Derek Hale-”

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”

“Yeah! Yes. But that’s not it, okay?” Stiles shouted. “Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott scoffed and looked at you. You simply nodded.

“The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls? It’s a signal, okay? When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could’ve been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them-”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked.

“No, werewolves,” You finished. Scott looked over at you before speaking to Stiles again.

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour,” Scott said. That was new information to you, but you didn’t even have time before Stiles spoke again.

“We saw what you did on the field. Okay, what you did wasnt just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”

“Okay, so I made a good shot-”

“No you made an incredible shot! I mean the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can’t just suddenly do that overnight,” Stiles replied anxiously. “And there’s the vision and the sense. And don’t even think I didn’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore-”

“Okay!” Scott shouted. “I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?!”

“What are you trying to do?! I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t even believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it??” Scott spat.

“He’s trying to help,” You interjected, getting out of bed. “You’re cursed, dude. You’re going to physically change tonight. And your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

“Bloodlust?” He looked at you in a way that he’d never done before. You stepped back.

“Uh, I’m gonna grab a glass of water,” you mumbled, walking out of the room. You leaned against the wall in front of Stiles room, hearing the rest of the conversation unfold. You simply stood there until you heard Scott yell. You ran back in to see him holding Stiles against the wall. “HEY! Scott what the fuck?!”

He yelled before throwing the chair in your direction, making you yelp and jump out of the way. It was only then that he realized that his behavior was completely erratic.

“I’m sorry..” He said to you. You couldn’t even look up at him in sheer fear. “I gotta go get ready for that party… I’m sorry..”

You watched him walk out of the room before Stiles rushed up to you.

“Are you okay? Did he hit you?” Stiles asked, frantically looking at your body to see if you were alright.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” You said quickly, making him release you and pick up his desk chair. “I jumped out of the way in time. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m-” He paused, looking at the scratches on his desk chair. “Oh my god look at this..”

He whirled his chair around to reveal claw marks. You felt your eyes widen as your right hand flew up to your mouth.

“I have to stop him,” You mumbled before spinning on your heels. Stiles rushed up to you and grabbed your arm.

“Woah, woah, woah. Not a good idea. He literally almost killed us, Y/N,” Stiles said, turning you around so you could look him in the eye. You tried to get him to let go so that you could follow your best friend. “Hey, hey! Look, the best that we can do is get ready and go to that party to keep an eye on him and everyone there. I mean, you saw the way he looked at you! He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you and I can’t let that happen. I’m sorry but you have to promise me you won’t go looking for him.”

“Stiles, I-” You froze when he held out his pinky. That had always been something you’d only done with Scott. You felt a little guilty at the way your heart fluttered at the sight. You looked in his worry ridden eyes and sighed, taking his pinky into yours. “Okay, fine. I swear.”

“Okay, let me take you home,” He breathed, grabbing your clothes and holding his door open for you. “C’mon, we have to get there before he does. I’ll pick you up as soon as we’re done getting ready.”

You nodded and led the way to his Jeep. The ride home was quiet. You mumbled a quick goodbye and jogged into your house. You showered and threw on the nice outfit you’d picked out earlier that week for the party. You opted to blowout your hair and parked it with a nice smokey eye look. Stiles blew up your phone before you were done with your makeup.

Stiles: I’m done. You ready?

Stiles: Actually I don’t care, I’m coming over

Stiles: I’m here, can I come in?

Stiles: Okay I’m tired of waiting. I’m coming in.

“Hey, don’t get scared! It’s just me!” Stiles shouted, entering your front door. He remembered you telling him the night before that your parents were out of town for the weekend, so he didn’t mind barging in. He walked into your room, looking for you. “Y/N?”

“In here!” You called from your bathroom, finishing up your lipstick. He walked over and felt his jaw drop slightly. “What do you think?”

“Uh, um. Yeah! Yeah, you look really good!” He managed to blurt out as your twirled. “Like really good, holy shit. I feel under dressed. And I’m wearing a tie!”

“Oh shut up! You look great, Sti!” You laughed, making him chuckle nervously. “Let me just spray some perfume and we can get going.”

“Sounds good,” Stiles said, looking at the pictures that decorated your walls. He saw one of you and Scott playing in a tree and smiled. You loved to climb as a kid. Everything. You even figured out how to climb up the bricks on the side of your house and would hide away from the boys when they hurt your feelings. There was even a time when Scott said something really hurtful to you and you ran off and climbed up the wall to seclude yourself. Stiles took it upon himself to grab a ladder, climb up, and sit with you until he cheered you up. That was one of the first times he ever felt nervous around you.

“Okay, let’s go!” You smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him downstairs. Once you got to the Jeep, he reached your door handle before you got the chance to. You smiled and blushed. “Oh, um thanks. I can open my own doors, you know.”

“I like opening them for you,” He shrugged before closing your door and jogging to his side. This boy sure was sweet. He made it really hard not to catch feelings, but you were dead set on not acting on them. Second choice your ass. “I gotta admit, I’m really nervous about how Scott’s going to act tonight.”

“Yeah, me too..” You responded. “But it’s okay, we’ll keep an eye out on him. If he starts acting crazy, we can just yell COPS and get everyone to scatter.”

“That’s brilliant!” He laughed. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because I’m smarter,” You said simply, earning a scoff from the boy next to you. “You’re just mad because it’s true.”

“Even if it were, I would never admit it,” He laughed. “You know fragile ego, being a man and all.”

You threw your head back in laughter at his reference to a comment you said a few weeks ago. He grinned at the sound of you.

“You will never let that one go, will you?” You looked over at him. He glanced at you before looking back at the road.

“Never,” He confirmed, making you erupt in a fit of giggled again. He spotted Lydia’s street and sighed. Man, how he wished Beacon Hills was a little bigger. It was definitely up and coming but not enough to make the drives last as long as he wanted with you. “Check it out, we’re almost there. It’s almost revolting, the fact that we can get anywhere in this town in less than five or ten minutes.”

“Agreed. We should all apply to college in a big city,” You smiled as Stiles pulled into the big driveway. You reached for your door handle before receiving an ah ah ah from Stiles. He turned off his car and jogged over to your side to open your door. “I don’t know how to feel about this whole let me open every door for you thing.”

“I’ve always done it,” He smiled at the confused look you shot him. “No, seriously! One time, when we were in like the third grade, my mom saw me walk in a door and not hold it open for you. I guess it hit you and you rubbed your arm for the rest of the day. Dude, she yelled at me for like thirty whole minutes, telling me that she didn’t raise me that way. After that, I’ve always held the doors open for you if I could help it.”

“Aww, I never even realized,” You pouted at the sweet story he shared, making him chuckle. “Well, then I guess I’ll let you keep holding my doors open.”

“Thank you,” He smiled, opening the front door of the house to reveal a lively crowd of tipsy teenagers. “Let the party begin.”

You both found a group of his friends and stood around talking until you saw Scott walk in with Allison. After that, you zoned out of the conversation and focused solely on your best friend. He walked into the backyard only to stumble back inside. You grabbed Stiles’ arm, giving him a chest full of butterflies before he realized why you’d done it.

“Yo, Scott, you good?” He asked, reaching out for him. Scott simply walked past the two of you and out to his car. Allison ran past you, and watched as her date drove away. Derek Hale approached her and offered to take her home. “Y/N, hey, are you listening? We gotta follow him!”

“Yeah, okay let go,” You mumbled, feeling a little weird about the adult man taking your new friend home. You ran closely behind Stiles and hopped into his jeep before driving off towards your neighborhood. Once you got to Scott’s house, you both darted into his house and up the stairs. You knocked on the door.

“Go away,” Scott mumbled.

“Scott, it’s us!” Stiles said, opening his door. It was no use since something blocked it from opening it all the way. “Let me in, Scott. I can help.”

“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison-”

“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She’s- she’s totally fine, all right?” Stiles interrupted.

“No, I think I know who it is!”

“Just let me in. We can try-”

“It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me!” Scott shouted. Stiles looked over at you with wide eyes. “He’s the one who killed the girl in the woods.”

“Scott, Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party,” You finally spoke up. There was a split moment of silence before Scott slammed and locked the door.

“Scott!?” Stiles shouted before trying to open the door to no avail. He pounded on the door once more in desperation.

“Wait, move over. I can unlock it with a bobby pin,” You said, digging in your purse and pulling one out. You quickly sprang into action, unlocking the door in seconds. You opened the door and ran in to find an empty bedroom. Stiles ran to the bathroom to check of any sign of your friend.

“He’s not in there!” He panicked. You sighed and slid down the wall. “Wait don’t give up, we have to check on Allison!”

He took your hand and pulled you behind him to his car. You directed him to her address and quickly got out to run to her door. You rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door.

“Hello,” A woman smiled.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent! I’m a friend of Allison’s. I was wondering if she was home,” You smiled, speaking quick.

“Yeah, she’s home! Come in, come in!” She stepped aside. “Allison!”

You friend appeared from what you assumed was her room, giving you a confused look.

“Oh thank god,” You breathed, putting your hand over your heart. Her mother mirrored her daughter’s face. “I’m sorry for just showing up. I saw Scott leave and then Derek gave you a ride. He gives me a weird vibe so I just wanted to check if you were alright.”

Her mother smiled as you turned around to give Stiles a thumbs up.

“That’s so sweet of you,” Mrs. Argent said as Allison walked down the stairs. “Thank you, uh-”

“Y/N,” You chuckled nervously, holding out your hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, this is Y/N?” She asked her daughter. “I’ve heard a lot about you! It’s so nice to meet you too!”

“Thanks for checking up on me,” Allison pulled you into a hug. “I really appreciate it. I’m a little bummed over the whole Scott thing, but I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he was feeling well. He has asthma and might’ve forgotten his inhaler or something,” You said. “I really don’t know what happened. I’m so glad you’re okay, though. But, um, it’s pretty late, I just came by to make sure you were home. Derek is just weird. Nothing against him, but it never sat well with me how he just like lingers around town, you know? Anyways, call me if you want to talk about tonight. I should get home, I don’t wanna be out past my curfew.”

“Yeah, of course! Thanks again!” Allison giggled.

“Y/N, you should come by for dinner sometime!” Mrs. Argent said as you walked out of the door she held open for you. “We’d love to have you.”

“Absolutely! I’ll have to bring one of my mom’s famous pies,” You chuckled. “It was so nice meeting you! Sorry again for barging in at this hour.”

You walked out to Stiles’ Jeep that he leaned on.

“She’s okay,” You said making him smile softly as he opened your car door for you. “Thanks.”

“I just wish we could say the same about Scott..” He mumbled as he buckled in. You nodded in agreement. “But, uh, I should probably take you home, huh? It is a little late.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. His shoulders slumped a little at his disappointment. “I mean unless you wanna come over to keep an eye out for Scott? We can pop on a Star Wars movie and make popcorn while we wait.”

He looked at you with wide eyes. You never wanted to watch Star Wars. Ever. Maybe you did like him back.

“Or not,” You mumbled after receiving nothing but silence. “You’re right, it’s pretty late-”

“No, no, no, no! You already said you’d watch Star Wars. You can’t take it back now,” He interrupted, making you laugh. He pulled out of Allison's driveway and made his way to your house.

You spent the rest of the night throwing popcorn at one another, checking to see if Scott's room light was on, and arguing over Stiles' favorite movie until you fell asleep on his shoulder during the second movie.

CHAPTER 3 ->

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OKAY!! Part two is done. Sorry it's so long, I got a little carried away bahaha! Please give me feedback and maybe some ideas for our simps. Also let me know if you’d like to be tagged when I posted Part Three :)

@okay-j-hannah

[cuddlesslut]

Alrighty lets get started!! So i still really new to this so as to not overwhelm my self im going to try and stick to two charcters for now. I’m sorry if its not what your looking for. For the two im going to do my boys Suga and Daichi. Only because i just did Kuroo and  because im still trying to figure out how to write for Reon. I might however come back and write a part 2 with them. 

Prompt : Boys reacting to their tom boyish crushes all dolled up (Daichi & Suga)

just sayin i wrote this while drinking mojitos

P.S. this prompt reminds me of a series called Sinful Sweethearts by @thosenerdy3amthings​ so definitely go check that out!!

Warning: NSFW, FOUL LANGUAGE

Daichi Sawamura NSFW

you have know Daichi basically your whole life

growing up next to him your parents were very close which meant that you two were kept close together 

in fact until you made it to middle school and started playing volleyball for the girls team you had never had any other friends beside Diachi

so it was safe to say that growing up you were more on the boyish side

you were just more comfortable in sweats and baggy workout shorts than skirts. 

you even wore pants to school

even  highschool though you went to a different school Diachi stayed your closest friend you often finding yourself at the Karsuno practice after yours had ended.

 No matter how much your teammates fussed they couldnt convince you to ditch the large hoodies and sweats.

 You and Daichi always supported each other. you never missed his games and he never missed yours (as long as scheduling permited)

the third year boys often teased Diachi for his realtionship with you

“i dont know why yall dont just date already,” suga complained while daichi stated his usual reply “ shes my best friend you know its not like that” he huffs

Suga scowls “ first of all rude im supposed be your best friend, and second it cant be as just friends as you say when you get so protective when the seond years simp for her.”

“i just dont want her feeling weird around the team. you know Noya and Tanaka can be intense,” he explained

“still that doesnt acount for the way Y/N looks at you,” Asahi added to the convo

“what are you talking about Y/n doesnt look at me any special way, we’re just friends ,” daichi stated a little to forcefully almost as if he was convincing himself.

Suga and Asahi share a knowing look thinking about how their captain can be so dense. 

“any way are you ready for your  birthday party tomorrow night ,” Suga asked smiling brightly.

“i told you i dont need a party,” Daichi scolded for the fifth time today.

“ahh c’mon its not everyday you become an adult like the rest of us DI,”

finally admitiing defeat Diachi concluded the conversation.

...

it was finally the next day you were more nervous for this party than any volleyball game you had played.

and here you were standing in the tight black dress Suga with the help of your team, you should never wager against suga

Had convinced you to wear to diachis party tonight

still shell shocked you stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom Suga had chose.

It was weird to see yourself so girly

the black dress clung tight   to your body. leaving little the imagination.

Suga better be glad he won that bet

finally calming yourself you look around for your best friend

Finally catching sight of him Diachi stood with Suga and Asahi next to the bar of the club.

Suga was the first to recognize you a evil smirk hitting his face as he drew Diachis attention to you.

You couldnt help but notice how hot he looked in his button up and dark wash jeans, his shirt clinging so close to his chest.

he looked to damn good you thought as you bit your lip

little did you know the birthday boy was having an epiphany of this own

his eyes raked up and down you mind wandering 

had you always had such a great ass under those baggy sweats

“Happy Birthday Captain,” you teased.

Daichi took a sharp breath suddenly taken back by the way the title fell from your soft lips

all he could think about was how you would sound screaming that from under him.

lost in thought he missed the smirk his best friend had as Suga put his pan into motion

you stood there sway to the beat of the loud club music wanting to dance

“Y/n why dont you take the birthday boy for a dance,” 

you smiled before Diachi could protest saying how how he doesnt dance

you pulled him to the dance floor pushing your ass against him reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close to your body as you grinded to the beat

his hands found their place on your hips  

his cock twitched from the pressure of your ass in that short tight dress rubbing against his crotch

you were not helping his growing situation

bodies getting lost in the movement 

you looked up at the boy had been your best friend your whole life with one thought in you head

the same thought flashed into diachis brain

being bold he crashed his lips into yours 

Lost in the contact the kiss lasted forever getting more and more intense 

your not sure how you to got here

but here you were straddling Diachi in the back of his car

his lips sucking bruises into your neck, his large grabbing your ass as you bounced on his thick cock

“FUCK,” Daichi breathed heavily pulling you down into a sloppy kiss tongues exploring “ youre so tight come for me beautiful.”

“im so close Captain you moan feeling him stretch you.

thats it that one word flipped the switch for him he gripped tight on to your waist to hold you secure as he powerfully drilled his hips up into you.

hitting your spot deeper and with such accuracy you were both driven over the edge as you clinched tight around him pulling his release from him.

you both sat out of breath in the hot car, the widows fogged and the smell of sex stinging the air.

“happy birthday,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

he glanced at the watch on his wrist 

he smirked up to you “you know my birthday isnt over yet,” you smiled already liking where this was going. “lets head back to mine. I’m not done with you yet.” 

Koshi Sugawara Slight NSFW

He’s had a crush for you since the beginning of the school year

He thought you were the most adorable thing he’d seen 

with your sweaters that were  two sizes to big. (sweater paws)

You two became friends through a writing project. 

you too quickly hit it off you loving his wild humor 

its sometimes seemed like hed flirt with you but you figured it was just his personality and you were too shy to do anything

poor suga spent so much time flirting with you but you never paid it any attention so he figured you didnt view him that way and he was okay with that he just wanted to be your friend if nothing else.

and so thats how six months went by of being no more than friends

always returning Sugas simple firsts with a shy smile.

It wasnt until the celebratory party some random third year threw to congratulate the boys on making it to nationals

You sat at your best friend Kyioko’s house. 

This was the first party she was able to convince you to attend and she was making sure it counted.

there would be no big sweaters or jeans tonight 

tonight you were borrowing Kyiokos clothes. 

She dressed in a tight (favorite color) lace halter crop top with the lace exposing just the right amount of cleavage. and a pair of blaack shorts hugging your hips thighs on full display.

it wasnt what you were used to this being the most skin you had exposed to the public in years

thats coupled with the make up added to your face you almost didnt recognize yourself

it wasnt what you were used to and thats why when you reached the party and all eyes landed on you. you were slightly relieved that most of the people didnt recognize you.

it was almost exhilarating 

kind of like playing pretend.

like tonight you werent Y/N shy and closed off

you were a sexy and confident woman

that coupled with the shots you took with Kyioko. you found your new confidence 

thats why when you saw you long time crush and close friend Suga across the room you didnt hesitate to make your way over.

“No way is that Y/n” Daichi gasped causing Sugas attention to slip to where his best friend motioned. “wow i didnt expect to see her here,” Diachi let out with a low whistle.

Suga sucked in a sharp breath not prepared for the sight in front of him.

There you were making you way towards him throw the crowd. a smile on your face but it was hard for suga to focus on that smile when your whole body was on display for him. 

 His eyes trailed from down your figure taking all of the exposed skin that was normally hidden from him. 

the way the lace framed your stomach and cupped your breast. the cut into shirt showing him the most cleavage you had ever shown. moving his eyes down it was hard for him not to whimper at the site of your thighs

this man was entranced in your appearance. hed always thought you were the most beautiful even when you were covered head to toe, but seeing you like this it was hard not to drool.

And he wasnt the only one, Several guys had taken notice of you.

Some stopping you to ask if you were new,  cause there was no way’d theyd miss a hot babe like you at school. 

to which youd just roll your eyes keeping on your way to your target. 

feeling more and more emboldened by the attention you were receiving.

but these boys werent the ones you wanted

being the light weight you are you already had your eyes on your prize

go big or go home 

so you you strode right up to the vice captain

“ W- wow Y/n you look great,” Suga stuttered 

“thanks Suga,” you say placing your hand on his toned forearm

No turning back now the confidence was here to stay atleast for now

Suga took a deep breath as he took a turn being the shy one. not used to the aura you exuded. were you really the shy girl he knew. 

you moved closer enveloping him in a tight embrace

he could feel you tits press tight against him and he was trying not to focus on it not wanting to further anymore of the dirty thoughts crossing his mind

 staying close next to Suga you continued your flirtatious assault

dishing back all the flirts you had held back over the months

Finally the straw broke when one of your favorite club songs played through the crowed house and you pulled him close to dance with you.

“c’mon Koshi dont be so timid,” you teased. 

Suga wasnt sure if it was hearing his given name grace your beautiful lips or the facts that you had pressed your ass against his crotch moving seductively to the music but he snapped. 

Suga placed his hands tight to your hips pulling you closer to him not caring if you felt the growing bulge in his pants.

leaning down “you know if you wanted my attention you didnt have to dress so damn sexy. now i have to deal with all these vultures looking at you,” he whispered his breath hot on your ear.

you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck leaning even closer, 

“then why dont we go somewhere private then we wont have to worry about who’s looking,” you smirked heart racing

“i couldnt have said it better,” Suga said leading you out of the busy room ready to have you to himself. 

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Sorry It took so long to write all my work got deleted and I had to start over! I hope you enjoy it 🍵 Anon!!! 💕💕 @🍵anon

Taglist: @emiyummy @insomniish

[twistedlymad]

What if you became a boy? (Ft. Ace, Deuce, Grim, Epel, Jack and Sebek) (Part 2/2)

Here is Part 2 of @deputy-videogamer​ ‘s request!

“So? What’re you gonna do now?” Grim asked.

“I’ll probably find the professor and ask him to make an antidote.” You said, looking in the mirror.

“What about the others? Are you going to let them know?”

“Hmm… Maybe it’s best if I settled this myself, I don’t want to get you guys in any more trouble. After all, it was my fault for drinking the potion in the first place.” You said. You then looked in your closet, you wanted to cover your face so the only thing you could wear was the ceremonial robe.

“It’s just for today, right? What could go wrong?” You said to yourself and went to change into the robe. You then picked up Grim and head to the professor’s lab immediately.

On the way, several students looked at you as if you were an alien. You took notice of this and used your hood to cover your face more, Grim was on your shoulder, guiding you to the lab as you couldn’t really see since you kept your head down.

“Yanno, take a left here and walk straight, we’re gonna be there soon.” The furball said to you and you nodded.

Soon after, you arrived at the lab. Professor Crewel was the only one in the lab.

‘Perfect!’ You thought to yourself and called the professor.

“Ano… Professor Crewel?” The teacher looked up from his desk to see your hooded figure approach him.

“Hmm? Which puppy might you be? I don’t recognize you…” The teacher started and you took off your hood.

“It’s me, (Y/N).” The professor’s eyes widen like saucers.

“(Y/N)? But, how did this happen?” You sigh and told him the entire story. The professor just listened attentively.

“-And that’s how I woke up as a boy.” You ended your story and looked at the teacher slightly facepalming himself.

“I don’t even know if I should laugh at you or get mad at you.” The teacher said to you, you just let out a nervous laugh. The teacher then stood up.

“Alright, I’ll prepare an antidote for you. Come back here in half an hour, it should be ready by then.” You nodded and thanked the professor. You then left the laboratory.

“So? What should we do for 30 minutes?” Grim asked you.

“Maybe walk around campus? I haven’t really seen every nook and cranny of this place. Let’s just hope I don’t bump into any of the guys.” You replied to him. But, as soon as you did, you heard a few familiar voices.

“Geez, have you guys seen (Y/N) today?”

“Nope, wonder where she might be…”

“I know right? It’s unusual for her to miss out on Magic History.”

You knew who those voices belonged to, why, they were the exact people that you wanted to avoid. You quickly pulled your hood down further and tried to pass by unnoticed.

Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek were walking to their next class, while all of a sudden, a student wearing the ceremonial robe walked past them.

“Hmm? That’s weird, no one is supposed to wear the robe today.” Deuce said, looking at the figure.

“Wait, there’s something familiar.” Jack pointed out.

“Yes, it’s almost as if Grim was riding on their shoulder.” When Sebek said this, the 5 first-years took a closer look. There was no way they could miss the pitchforked tail on your shoulder.

“Wait a minute, that is Grim!” Epel exclaimed.

“Why is he on a stranger’s shoulder? Usually, he would only do that to (Y/N), unless…” Deuce stated. Ace continued his sentence.

“That’s (Y/N)?”

“What is she doing? Wearing the ceremonial robes?” Sebek asked.

“No, why didn’t she stop and say hi?” Epel asked too. They were curious, so, Jack decided to call out your name.

“(Y/N)!!” You froze. You thought they knew it was you. Then, you did the only thing you could think to do. Flee.

“Wait!! Stop!!” The 5 first-years chased after you.

“Sorry Grim, looks like we have to take a small de-tour.” You said to the creature on your shoulder. You picked up your pace, trying to throw them off.

After awhile of running, you were surprised. Usually, by now, you would be out of breath. But, you didn’t feel tired nor did you feel breathless, in fact, your stamina increased greatly compared to your usual self. The boys were thinking the same thing as well.

“H-How is she so fast?!” Deuce asked his friends.

“It’s not right! She should be breathless by now!” Epel said.

“You know what, we’ll just use magic to stop them!” Ace exclaimed and readied his pen. A spell was then fired towards you. You jumped, avoiding the spell.

“Why are they firing spells now?” You asked Grim as you saw another spell zoom past you, missing you barely.

“Now do you know how I felt when they chased me?” Grim retorted back as you were dodging their attacks.

“Ahh... I think I do now.” You said to the creature as you reminisced on how he got chased multiple times by Ace and Deuce.

While running, you happened to pass by a clock. It had already been 30 minutes since you left the lab. Professor Crewel must’ve have the antidote ready now, so you started to make a beeline to the laboratory.

As you took another turn, the laboratory was right in front of you. You smiled and thought that your boyish-nightmare would end soon but Ace decided to fire yet another spell to you and you ducked in time to dodge it. However, the cauldron was not far from you and the spell was heading in its direction, fast.

“PROFESSOR! WATCH OU-“ You yelled out, but it was too late, the spell collided with the cauldron, causing a major pink smoke to appear and everyone was struck with a wave of magic. Before it hit you, you closed your eyes and shielded yourself with your arms.

Once it did, you slowly peaked open your eyes to see your reflection in a puddle. You took a closer look and saw that you were back to normal. You hair was back to its original length, your face returned to its beautiful and original state and your hands felt elegant again. You smiled in glee.

“I’m back to normal again!” You said out loud, loving your original voice. However, another voice spoke up.

“Ughh… What happened?”

Wait a moment, weren’t you the only girl here? Why is there another female voice? You turned to see where the voice came from and only saw Ace sitting up, rubbing his head.

Or should I say ‘her’?

You immediately noticed something was different. Ace’s face was more feminine, his hair was a lot longer compared to when you saw him a few minutes ago and he had a girly voice. You looked around to see your friends and Professor Crewel all passed out but they all had gone through a transformation? They all looked… Feminine?

You looked at the cauldron to see it being empty, only a small puddle remained in the cauldron. That’s when you put 2 and 2 together. The potion and the magic from Ace’s pen must’ve mixed together and resulted in a reaction. While it did change you back to a girl, it also changed everyone else to a girl too.

Ace opened his eyes to see Deuce transformed into a girl.

“Dude! Why do you have boobs?!” Ace asked but he then shut his mouth fast.

“Why do I sound like a girl?!” He asked no one in particular, followed by a few other questions.

“Why do I HAVE BOOBS?!”

“WHY IS THIS CONFUSING?!”

Truth be told, chaos ensued. Deuce started to bicker with Ace, one telling the other to shut up. Epel, Jack and Sebek were confused, Grim was still knocked out and Professor Crewel was just slowly coming to his senses. You couldn’t help but try to stifle your laughter.

After the professor knew what had happened, he announced that he’ll come up with an antidote, but since the school has a huge amount of students, the antidote for the right amount can only be completed after a week. Groans were heard from everywhere during the announcement. You, on the contrary, felt that the whole situation was quite silly. A whole school got slightly turned upside down just because some students can’t handle being a girl.

You smiled as you watched your friends try their best to be ladylike. Of course, makeovers and dress ups were involved! Could you imagine having Sebek and Jack in maid outfits? Well no need to imagine further because you did exactly that! You even sneakily took a few pictures here and there with your ghost camera.

A week passed by and everyone was given an antidote and Night Raven College was once again an all-boys school. You weren’t let off the hook this easily though, you had to help Professor Crewel tend to the botanical garden for a month! You just sighed and nodded, after all, this whole thing was sort of your fault. The boys even visited you from time to time, they even tried to help you in the garden and you appreciated them very much.

However, you must admit, it was a lovely and silly turn of events and you knew you won’t be forgetting the event anytime soon.

[tourettic-brookstone]

My Ninjago Lgbt Headcannons

They're practically all mini fanfics, but who cares? Lol

Lloyd: From a young age, Lloyd knew he wasn't a girl. Dresses never felt right, and pink didn't flatter him. Everytime he heard his name, he would slightly frown at it. He despised being grouped with the girls and made an effort to avoid them all in all. He would rather roll around in the mud then be forced into another game of House.

Lloyd's mother was not happy with this. She wanted a baby girl she could raise into a fine woman. When Lloyd told her how he felt one day, she screamed at him and told him he would always be a girl.

In her rage, she decided to drop him off at Darkly's in order to try and sway him from his "boyish tendencies."

The school almost didn't except him, but they let him join out of what little respect they had.

Misako's plan to turn Lloyd back into her little girl backfired heavily when the boys at Darkly's actually helped Lloyd transition and pass as a boy as much as possible. Though they claim they only wanted to help so they could have another evil mastermind around, they all genuinely felt for Lloyd as they all were abandoned by their parents.

When Lloyd joined the ninja, Wu was surprised to see his niece had turned into his nephew. Accepting Lloyd for who he was, he never made the ninja aware of the Green Ninja's transition.

His father was also kind and accepting of Lloyd's identity. When Garmadon saw his child for the first time in forever, he was shocked to see it was no longer his daughter, but his son.

Garmadon immediately understood, and made an effort to validate his son all times possible. Lloyd was forever grateful for this.

Later in years, though, Lloyd was comfortable enough with everyone to tell them the truth. They were all supportive, and although some didn't understand, cough cough Jay cough cough, they did their best to treat him the same as always and even help further his transition.

Kai: During his time on Chen's island, Kai had the biggest crush on Skylor. He knew from the very start it wouldn't fully work out, but he couldn't help the yearning he felt for her.

He was now facing that same issue in the coffee shop. He held his hot cup close to him and tried not to make it obvious he was staring. He took another sip and looked up with his head down, gazing at the most gorgeous man he ever laid eyes on. Even his own ego couldn't compare.

Kai quickly averted his gaze when the man glanced at him. Kai felt his face heat up. He swished his coffee before downing another gulp and set the cup down.

With wobbly legs, he stood and made his way over to where the man sat at his own table.

"Hey-hey there," Kai stuttered. The man looked up from his coffee to Kai, who wore an awkward grin.

"Hi. Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Yeah, yeah, actually. I've lost my number and was wondering if I could have yours." Kai internally grimaced and nearly groaned on the outside. Oh that was so corny, he thought. What if he doesn't even like men?

The man smiled and took an unused napkin and pen from his pocket and wrote something down. Kai almost quite literally squealed when he was handed the paper.

"You're Kai, right? The Master of Fire?" The man asked.

"The one and only," Kai said. He slicked back his hair and gave the man another awkward toothy grin.

"Well, I'm Jason. It was nice to meet you." Jason stood from his seat and gave Kai a smile as he paid for his coffee. He left the star struck ninja to himself and left the coffee shop. Before completely exiting, Jason turned back and gave Kai a wink and walked away.

With a face as red as his gi, Kai looked down at the napkin. On it was Jason's phone number and a bucket drawn winky face next to it.

"Yes!" Kai exclaimed. Everyone in the shop turned to look at him surprised. As if Kai couldn't get anymore embarrassed, he ducked his head down and nearly bolted out the door.

Cole: Ever since he was a child, his father made him dance and perform dangerous acts that many professionals couldn't succeed. Cole was often trained alone in his father's home, but occasionally they would take lessons at the village's small dance school.

There, children of all ages and genders strived to perfect their skills of dance and work harder to be the best. His father would often help instruct the students along side the more permanent teachers.

The students were grouped by gender and were taught by certain teachers at certain times. When his father was the current teacher, he made an effort to throw upon his son the more rigourous and challenging dances. This caused Cole to become more distant from the other students. They all felt he was trying to make them inferior to him and avoided him. He was always too tired in his free time to chat and hang out, anyways. And even if he was properly rested, his father would make him continue training.

One day his father grew ill and had to stay in bed for a few days. He, of course, wanted Cole to continue training and sent him off to the dance school.

The other teachers were a lot nicer and less harsh than his father. Therefore, after the day's lessons, Cole felt a lot more energetic then usual.

Taking a long swing of water from his bottle, Cole heard someone shuffle up to him.

Gasping for air after his drink, Cole looked up at a boy roughly his age. He was twiddling his thumbs and looking at his feet in embarrasment.

"H-hi. I'm Zach," the boy said. His eyes darted from his feet to Cole's water bottle, to Cole's face, and back to his feet.

"Uh, I'm Cole."

The boy hummed and shuffled on his feet a little. Cole felt the air turn stiff and awkward. He pursed his lips and waited for Zach to say something else.

"Would you like to sit down?" Cole asked. He was sitting on the floor next to the wall, and it was honestly not very comfortable, but he didn't know what to say.

The boy said nothing as he slowly made his way to the floor and sat uncomfortably close to Cole.

"So are you new here? I don't think I've ever seen you before," Cole said. Zach nodded his head.

"I moved here about two days ago. My mother wanted me to get out of the city and meet some new friends. Everyone here seems a little mean, though. But not you. You seem nice," he mumbled the last part.

"Oh, well, thank you? I guess," Cole chuckled. He felt a little weird as he stared at the boys face. "So what made you decide to start dancing lessons?"

"Well, my dad wanted me to find a hobby, and nothing I've thought about interested me. Except for dancing. He doesn't like that, though. He says it's too girly." Zach made a face at the mention of his father. It for some reason made Cole just as mad. "What about you?"

"Dude, nothing about dance is girly. It's so hard and tiring. You gotta choreograph every move to the music perfectly and not screw up. You also gotta be on time with everything and look good while doing it. You can't overstep anything. You can't get in anyone else's way. You can't do a lot of other things, and it's so hard sometimes. If you can pull off a dance routine perfectly, you're practically a god." Cole finished his rant with a huff of air and looked at Zach exasperated.

"Well, I guess you're a god then," Zach muttered.

"What'd you say?" Cole asked. Zach's face blushed a light pink and Cole felt his heart flutter. He thought he was a god?

"Zach, honey, it's time to go." A woman's voice called from the entrance door and Zach stood to leave.

"It was nice meeting you, Cole," he said. Zach smiled at him and waved before heading off towards his mother.

"Y-yeah. You-you, too," he stuttered. He watched as Zach left and picked up his water bottle again. He felt his heart beating fast, as if he was performing another horrid dance routine for his father.

Could he possibly have caught feelings for a boy he just met? Cole didn't know, and Cole didn't care.

Maybe dance class wouldn't be as bad anymore.

Skylor: You would think running a noodle shop that belonged to your evil father who secretly stole the powers of innocent people to turn him and his followers into powerful snakes and take over Ninjago would be easy, right? Well kind of.

Skylor had lived around noodles for the majority of her life and knew the ropes around running a shop. The only downside was the customers.

"I ordered a large ramen bowl with no noodles!" A woman around her fifties was practically harrasing Skylor at the register.

"Ma'am you're aware ramen is noodles, correct?" Skylor deadpanned at the old woman.

"Why can't you just give me what I want?"

"One large bowl of flavored water coming right up," Skylors sighed and rang the order up.

The woman scowled and stormed off mumbling about calling corporate. Jokes on her, Skylor was corporate.

"Rough day?" Skylor heard someone say. She turned and saw a woman her age slurping up some noodles.

"That's a little bit of an understatement there," Skylor chuckled.

"Oh, I get it. I used to work in customer service, too. It's like some people never went to school."

"Tell me about it," Skylor said, rolling her eyes. She rested her head on her hand and leaned over the counter towards the woman.

The woman took another bite of noodles before clearing her throat.

"I'm Anne," she said.

"Skylor."

"How long have you been working here?"

"I actually run this place. And that's been about a few years? I took over after my father passed away."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," Anne frowned.

"Well, you know. He wasn't the greatest of people," Skylor chuckled.

"Yeah, no way he could compare to you," Anne said.

"Excuse me?" Skylor smirked with a raised eyebrow.

"You heard me," Anne mirrored Skylor's smirk and took another bite.

They shared a couple laughs before the front doors were slammed open.

"Skylor! I'm gonna need a buttload of your freshest Puffy Potstickers!" Darreth huffed. His face was red and sweaty as if he just ran a marathon.

"Looks like duty calls," Anne joked. Skylor hummed and drew herself up from the counter to make Darreth's order.

Skylor heard scribbles coming from Anne's general direction. She turned back towards her and was met with a slip of paper being handed to her.

"In case you wanna complain about some customers," Anne smiled. Skylor returned the smile and took the slip of paper to put it in her pocket.

And there was an upside to the job.

[bisluthq]

maybe this is a dumb question but nat, are you sure you're not trans? or have like a dysmorphia thing? because you project into men a lot, in like every aspect (i'm sorry if this is like rude or intrusive, feel free to not answer)

Defs not lmao like I’m VERY cis lol. I’ve thought about it SO MUCH. Like first things first: I write as a persona - it reflects on me obviously but like y’all don’t know me tbh and I do explain that frequently. Next like why I know I’m very cis: in terms of who I like being friends with primarily, how I think, how I behave, how I dress, how I style myself etc I’m VERY effeminate and very fucking cis. Like Kinsey 0 gender vibes which are rare in someone as gay as me. I can barely wear pants tbh like I like skirts and dresses and maybe leggings and shorts but like long pants are already too boyish for me and I feel uncomfy. I can do rompers but only if they’re like ~very cute. The only flannel I’ve ever worn are little tartan miniskirts when I was dressing up as Rachel Berry lol. I love presenting as a girl tbh.

The only problem is I’m also… gay…

And it’s fun for me to talk about like yk thirsting for women unapologetically without clouding it in like “well we don’t know if she’s gay well this is just friendship well this is just someone being polite well this will never happen well tbh this is ~wrong well tbh this isn’t sex well tbh let’s talk about boys.”

Like it’s nice to just be like “BOOBS” and shit.

And like OBVIOUSLY I would prefer to be… not deviant… and therefore born as cis but a man - because I can relate to being cis tbh far more than I can understand being like GNC even to the point of most gay women - with this same sexuality. I’d be so great at it lmao like I’d be just fruity enough to be quirky and fun and like I’d be deadass able to say I’m straight and everyone would be like “so true why do freaks doubt that tbh?? You’re just fun!!!” If I was into the EXACT OPPOSITE of stuff I’m into and born a man and like everything I’m not I’d be SO normal.

But I… ya enjoy being a girl as the song goes. Like in every fucking way except the liking boys part.

I love my body tbh (well the femininity) there are issues in terms of insecurity, I love dressing super effeminate - skirts and high heels and like cute undies, wearing makeup, having long hair, listening to girly music, reading girly books, “doing” girly shit like cooking and shopping and going to the spa and taking selfies, I prefer being friends with girls, I cannot deal with anything other than she/her pronouns etc. I LOVE presenting as a girl and honestly can’t imagine like doing otherwise.

I just also… really like to have sex with girls and that’s very fucking confusing to me and that’s why I like this platform because it’s a chance to express myself in a different way lmao and talk about stuff I don’t like HIDE irl because I’m out but wouldn’t like bring up over brunch with my gals. That’s the power of the internet tbh 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ it’s being able to write about boobies and pussy and shit and then put on a pretty dress and go to brunch.

I contain multitudes lol 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ and I do write very honestly but it is also a persona because I can’t like share every aspect of me with this many people every day. It’s just not healthy.

But ya there you go. Like Kinsey -1 gender vibes lmao like girliest girl alive and like Kinsey… idk fucking 5 sexuality but unlike the gender stuff that confuses me because comphet and sluttiness and also just how DEEPLY cis I am making it feel weird to be like… this gay.

[miraculouscontent]

Askplosion #12 3/4:

.:Asks Referring to Previous non-Miraculous Posts:.

Anonymous said:

Hi! I saw you mention that you have Asperger’s syndrome in an earlier post. I’m just wondering, how did you find out? I’ve always thought I was neurodivergent (adhd and maybe asperger’s), but I’m not quite sure how to go about finding out, and my parents never had me screened as a kid. Feel free to ignore if this is too personal!

(the post this anon is referring to)

It’s not too personal, don’t worry!

Though, I would really say that it’s something to look up more than for someone to tell you. I know that’s not a satisfying answer but I think it’s different depending on where you live and what specialists you have near you.

Anonymous said:

Remarried Empress Anon Again, a whole post? What an honor! I burnt my food and this made me so happy.

(the post this anon is referring to)

You deserve it! Thanks a bunch!

Anonymous said:

Remarried Empress Anon Again, thank you for answering my asks and for reading Remarried Empress! I honestly didn’t expect much to come of it but the fact you read the comic and saw what I was talking and came to your own conclusions was amazing! I’m sorry if I’m bothering you by bombarding you with asks, and will try to stop doing so. Heck, this doesn’t have to be answered! Just know you are a fun creator and thank you for making my day a little better with your amazing responses!

You weren’t bothering me at all! I’m glad I brightened your day!

asexual-individual said:

I don't know how big the trend of "Magical Girls are made to suffer" is, but after watching Madoka Magica I did notice a few Magical Girl shows where the creators obviously went "Hey, this anime where the Magical Girls suffer and it's all angsty made Shaft a lot of money, let's do our own", and "subversive=money". (Even though many have pointed out that MM isn't actually subversive, since older MG shows have dealt with dark themes plenty of times.)

Yeah, it’s probably one of those inevitable things. People immediately jump on wherever the money’s going.

Madoka Magica probably got so much attention specifically because of the episode three shock value.and all the twisted imagery, plus things like Kyubey with bullet holes all over him made it seem like, “WHOA, DARK.”

Anonymous said:

Remember when I told you about the teenage-bashing in the Star Vs. Fandom? Well, rewatching the show, I'm beginning to think that most of the time, when people in a certain fandom have these opinions, more often than not, the show backs it up for whatever reason. Like, there's one scene where Eclipsa is put on trial and is asked if she's ever eaten any babies(which is just a rumor), and she says no but that she has eaten a few teenagers but, psychologically, they always deserved it.

And in another episode, Star says that teenagers are great at causing problems, which I at first laughed off as a joke, but then in another, Tom and Star were talking about how they broke up, and Star said "Of course we broke up! That's what people do! That's what teenagers do! Teenagers are dumb!" And Tom was just like "Yeah, I know, I know"; there are a lot more examples but I don't care to revisit them. I'm just saying that the teen-hating in the fandom would have to have come from somewhere.

omg I don’t remember that stuff at all; I guess it just blew right past me when I was initially watching it.

I don’t understand the trend of being like, “teenagers are dumb and that’s what they do,” and then either over-punishing or not punishing at all. Are we supposed to believe that all teenagers are just going to “be teenagers” and so we shouldn’t do anything, or that they’re all idiots who don’t understand their own feelings but we should also punish them for it?

I don’t get it.

Anonymous said:

I'm the "tomboys in anime" anon, and yes, I totally agree! It especially irks me(as a girly girl who has a lot to say) when the shortcut to making a girl tomboyish is simply by making her loud/tough/like gaming or machinery, or when a female character is told she isn't enough of a girl because she's like that, but otherwise doesn't look or even act all that "boyish". Even TV Tropes does it, as if the second a girl shows any proactivity or is tough she's a "tomboy".

It really annoys me and almost makes me want to erase the term "tomboy" altogether since it leads to an idea of "I'm not like other girls, I'm better 'cause I do boy stuff"(which I know not every tomboy thinks, but some do). The only reason I don't is because I very proudly embrace the term "girly girl" and terms are meaningless without an opposite(not that you can't like both girly and tomboyish things). So I think the key to fixing this problem is that we shouldn't label people unless they want to be labeled that way.

And I know fictional characters can't speak for themselves, so just to figure out if a female character is a tomboy, I just say that if her only "tomboyish" traits are "proactive" qualities or liking something that's for guys, just don't call them a tomboy because it looks ridiculous and acts like women are inherently passive and weak, so for a girl not to be like that is acting like a man.

I would love to see a tomboy character who likes those things but is actually shy/a wallflower. That avoids the stereotype of "aggressive, hard-hitting tomboy, weak-willed, shallow girly girl" and challenges audiences expectations that "but but but she's a tomboy so she should be loud and strong because strength is for MEN". I also hate when tomboy characters are given no curves because the writers know they're doing something wrong, tomboys can have natural curves too. It's like they think tomboys just don't want to be girls. So, yeah. So over the "tomboy in-name-only" stereotype.

"it makes me feel weird saying that when I’m all for girl power shows with an all female cast, but in this show’s logic, it’s a different ball game". Oh, phew! That's good. Because, like I said before, I'm working on my own magical girl show in which most of the female characters are(black) girls and only girls can use magic in this world, and someone I know keeps telling me that it's not fair that the guys don't get to have magic, so it's good to know that there's someone out there who doesn't think it's "sexist" that magical girls tend to only let girls have powers(unless it's for fanservice or like in Madoka Magica because ick). Because guys get to be in the forefront all too often, so why is it so bad when girls get to be in the spotlight? I know I can't change everyone's opinions but it's good to know someone gets it.

(the post this anon is referring to)

Honestly, I feel like the fact that there’s a label at all is the issue, like you suggested? It might just be a “we have to get ride of the label ‘tomboy’ and ‘girly girl’ altogether” thing, because it’s not like we do the same thing with guys?

Oh wait, we do; guys who do “girly” things are called “sissies.”

I hate this planet. :P

Point being, having to say “tomboy” inherently implies something, which might be a problem all on its own, y’know?

(the below ask is incomplete but the asker clarified after I asked them, so clarification is below:)

Anonymous said:

I just thought back to our little "tomboys in anime" argument and about how you can't really think of any tomboys. So I looked up "tomboys in anime" on Google and clicked on the first link, and literally the first character on the list was a girl with...a flower in her hair and a bikini. The reason she was a "tomboy" according to the list? Was because she is "aggressive" and "competitive". In fact, most of the examples on the list were "she's tough/a good fighter/challenges male supremacy".

(part of this ask is missing and clarified below)

girly girls, while the girly girls always have to be the weak and shy ones(not that shy=weak but you get the idea). But while I may not know most of the characters on the list, and some of them DID look pretty tomboyish, I'm very bothered by the idea that it's their strength and ambition and excellent fighting skills that are branded as masculine. And you know what? I'd actually be offended if someone called me a tomboy, especially if it was based of these reasonings. Because it sounds like they think being a tomboy is the only way to be strong and vice versa. Like I should take it as a compliment that I need to be separated from my femininity in order to be respected. Like, if you're a tomboy, cool! But it shouldn't be used for just any girl who isn't a weak-willed crybaby doormat. I actually don't know why people seem to think being a tomboy or "masculine" for a girl is some sort of badge of honor to wear with pride for rejecting your femininity and being "cooler" than other girls.

the clarification:

Anonymous said:

The missing part was talking about the various tropes having to do with contrasting masculinity/femininity, either in two different characters, with one being masculine and one being feminine(ex. Tomboy and Girly Girl, Sensitive Guy and Manly Man, Masculine Girl, Feminine Boy, Masculine-Feminine Gay Couple), or one character who has traits of both(ex. Girly Girl With a Tomboy Streak, Tomboy With a Girly Streak, Real Men Wear Pink), and how TV Tropes always talks about them as if the "girly" character(or girly side of the character) is weaker or inferior(like how for Tomboy and Girly Girl they might say that the former is tough, competitive, and can fight, while the latter is vain, a priss, and a Damsel in Distress.

Or for Tomboy With a Girly Streak, they might say that the tomboy dresses in a masculine way with their "girly" streak being that they're a doormat or dream of being a housewife. Not that it's wrong to be a housewife.).

To be fair, they don't always do this: For the pages on Magical Girl they talk about how those shows can appeal to multiple demographics, and almost all the quotes on them, they talk about how they're empowered through their femininity and are just as much legitimate threats to their opponents as other heroes. Still, they fall in this trap even then, as on the LoliRock Awesome page, they say "You gotta admit, for a Magical Girl show, LoliRock does have its awesome moments", which ignores that Magical Girl is SUPPOSED to have awesome moments, it's literally an action subgenre! Just because it's frilly and pink and girly doesn't mean it doesn't--or shouldn't--still have badass fight scenes. Just look at PreCure. Shonen should take notes from those shows. But no, whoever wrote that clearly dismissed it as just frivolous and was SURPRISED that the fight scenes were good, just because it's girly!

It’s 2021 and people are still struggling with this concept that girliness isn’t bad and it’s not embarrassing to watch such a show.because GIRLS.

It’s so tiring. I watched Dragonball Z, Inuyasha, and played Pokemon; got a few looks about it at times but people ultimately were like, “okay I guess” (I did get bullied for the Pokemon one but that was more for the “it’s for babies” kind of deal, not a “you can’t like that because you’re a girl,” thing). I can’t really relate to the world of girls who get looked down upon for being “girly” but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand that it must be awful for them.

Don’t even get me started on “Tomboy Lesbian,” I will scream about it and it won’t be happy screaming.

[walpurga-nacht-academy]

Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 7

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Djinn’s Lamp]

Djinn: EEEEEEEEEH!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Blanche: Hi-Himalia-senpai’s snapped!

Marcia: WOOOOOOO! GO FOR IT SENPAI! TEACH HIM A LESSON!

Djinn: HEY! HEY! HEY! PU-PUT THAT THING DOWN! IT’S AN ANTIQUE!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Diana: … That table.

Rosa: I-IT’S MARBLE, ISN’T IT?! IT’S DEFINITELY MARBLE! AND IT’S MASSIVE TOO SO IT’S GOTTA BE HEAVY! AND SHE’S PICKING IT LIKE IT DOESN’T WEIGH A THING! IT’S SCARY! IT’S SERIOUSLY SCARY!

Blanche: Gi-Giants were said to be able to shatter mountains with just a kick… Still for a human, this is something else… But…

Rosa: Eh? Bu-But?!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Djinn: STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

[CRASH]

[SMASH]

Rosa: IT-IT PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM!

Diana: … As expected.

Rosa: ‘AS EXPECTED’?! WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

Blanche: Djinn are creatures made of smoke and held together by magic. The fact that objects can pass right through them should be obvious. 

Marcia: Cheating! That’s just straight up cheating! Booooooo!

June: … Tsk.

Djinn: AAAAAAAAH! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! YOU’VE SERIOUSLY DONE IT! MY PRECIOUS COLLECTION!

Cass: Pre-Precious…

Blanche: … collection?

Rosa: Huh? You mean those gaudy figures you have displayed on that shelf?

Djinn: THEY’RE NOT GAUDY! THEY’RE COLLECTOR’S ITEMS! EACH IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MISERABLE LIVES WOULD FETCH ON THE SLAVE MARKET!

Rosa: EEEEEH?!

Djinn: AAAAAAAH! THEY’RE ALL SMASHED! MY FRIENDS!

Marcia: … ‘My friends’... I’m kinda feeling sorry for this guy again…

Rosa: I know what you mean…

June: FUCK ‘HAT!

Rosa: YOU’RE STILL GOING?! EVEN AFTER WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! YOU’RE STILL GOING THROUGH WITH IT?!

June: SHUT IT!!

Blanche: Se-Senpai!! Even if you swing with all you’ve got, it still won’t make a difference! His body-

June: Yeah, yeah! I ‘eard all ‘hat smoke crap y’all were talkin’ ‘bout! If ‘hat the case, ‘hen [OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER-]

[CRACKLING]

Marcia: HEY, HEY, HEY! ARE YOU REALLY GONNA USE YOUR UNIQUE MAGIC IN SUCH A CRAMPED SPACE?! WE’RE IN CLOSE QUARTERS, YOU KNOW?!

Rosa: AAAAAAH! WE’RE GONNA GET BURNT TO A CRISP! 

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Vita: Fufu~

June: [-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG-]

Djinn: [TIME’S UP!]

[CLICK]

June: !!!

Rosa: EEEEH?! WH-WH-WH-WHA-

Marcia: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Agatha: Ehehehehehehehe… the… big… chowder… got… trapped…

Vita: My~ What a delightful sight~

[BANG, BANG]

Blanche: It’s an hourglass… Is that one of his abilities? But that means…

Djinn: Alright!!

All: !!!

Djinn: Now I’m seriously pissed!! Those things cost a fortune! Not to mention the marble table! And the fact that ever since you’ve come here you’ve done nothing but insult me! You are all incredibly rude guests!!

Marcia: It’s not like we wanna be guests in the first place!! If you can’t stand us that much, then just evict us!

Rosa: That’s right! That’s right!

Djinn: Didn’t you hear me, girlie?! I said my master is to stay here and become my wife! None of you are leaving until that happens! I’m not playing around anymore!

Rosa: Grrr! Marcia!! Stop dragging your feet and just do it already so we can go home!!

Marcia: Haaaaaa?! Are you stupid?! Are you seriously that stupid?! I’m not doing it! I said it already, didn’t I?! I’m not going through with this plan! Besides, I don’t even understand why I should stay when Himalia-senpai is already in that hourglass over there?!

Eh… actually…

Rosa: Wh-What’s with that weird expression? Like you’re just realizing something…

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this.

Diana: Mm.

Marcia: That’s right!! I don’t have to stay!! Djinn!

Djinn: … Seriously… these were limited editions too… Hm? What now girlie? Are you finally ready to just go along with it?

Marcia: There’s no need for that! Not when you have the perfect bride right there!

Djinn: Hm? What do you mean?

Marcia: Hahaha! Come on! Don’t play coy! Just look at Himalia-senpai! Doesn’t she have a nice face and long eyelashes? Even though she works all day, her hair still looks nicely taken care of! And she’s got that busty figure too! Won’t she make for a perfect wife instead of scrawny, boyish, old me? Hm?

Djinn: … Hm. 

Marcia: See, see~ It’s not rocket science! So let’s just forget about this whole marriage business! It never would have worked out between us. You know that! But with Himalia-senpai, I’m sure you’re gonna have tons of excitement! So, how about we give her to you, and you just let us-

Cass: N-NO! 

Marcia: E-Eh! Ca-Cassandra! Was that you shouting?

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis! We can’t d-do that! I refuse to leave Miss Himalia behind! It’s i-inhumane!  

Rosa: A-Amazing, I think it’s the first time I’ve seen Cassandra so adamant about something…

Diana: The bond between them is strong. 

Marcia: I-I get it! But isn’t it inhumane to make me marry that guy also?! 

Rosa: You sure use morality when it’s convenient for you…

Marcia: Haaaa?! Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you wanted to sell me out too!! Actually! We should throw you in the bargain too! 

Rosa: You monster!! If anyone should be thrown in is you and Dies-senpai!! You’re the cause of all of this!! 

Marcia: Ok! Ok! I’ll admit that I might be a little at fault here! 

Rosa: Just ‘a little’-

Marcia: But what about Blanche?!

Blanche: Excuse me?

Marcia: You’re the one who brought up the artifact in the first place, weren’t you?!

Rosa: That’s right!! If you haven’t brought up the issue of the lamp then stupid Marcia wouldn’t have shown it to us!!

Marcia: Yeah!! The stupid me wouldn’t have brought it out and then senpai wouldn’t have gotten her grubby hands on it!! So it all comes down to it being your fault!

Blanche: !!! That-!

Rosa: Repent! Repent, you monster! 

Marcia: Mistakes should be paid in full!! So that means you’re the one who has to stay behind!!

Blanche: A-Absolutely not! I refuse to be punished for following the rules of-

Marcia: Like I care about that!! You’re gonna take the fall whether you like it or not!!

Rosa: That’s right!! That’s right!!

Agatha: The… hopping… chowder… should… take… the… amoeba… with… her… eheheheheheheheheheh

Rosa: GRRRRR! You’re still going on about that?! Maybe we should throw you in as well!! 

Vita: Now, you are simply talking out of turn, little rose~

Agatha: Stupid… amoeba… wants… her… head… bitten… off… I… bet…

Marcia: As far as I’m concerned all of you should be thrown in!

Rosa: Right back at you!

Agatha: Annoying… lot…

Vita: So much excitement~

Blanche: Keep calm all of you!!

Rosa/Marcia: SHUT IT!!

Cass: Th-Th-Th-Th-This is-!!

Diana: They’ve turned on each other. 

Cass: Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What should we do? If we don’t act now, then-

Djinn: … You guys.

Cass: Eeeek!

Diana: …

Djinn: Is it possible? 

Cass: U-U-Um?

Djinn: Are you all fighting over who gets to stay in the lamp with me?! 

Diana: …

Djinn: Maaaaaan! I’m so honoured! After all the nasty things you’ve said and done, you do really want to stay here, don’t you? Hahahaha, you should be more honest with this type of thing, you know!

Cass: U-U-U-U-Um…

Rosa/Marcia: STOP LIVING IN YOUR DELUSIONS!! YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOT!!

Blanche: … This is a disaster…

Vita: Fufu~

Djinn: Hmmmm~ But picking just one is really hard… What should I do? What should I do? Mmmmm~ This is choice is really difficult~

Agatha: He’s… saying… that… but…

Vita: He is certainly enjoying himself~ My, though I must admit all this excitement does conjure up fond memories of my own marriage arrangements~ Fufu~

Rosa: Eh? Your own- Does that mean?!

Djinn: Marriage arrangements… Hm… an omiai, huh? Then… hm…

Marcia: He-Hey, he’s muttering to himself with that serious expression… Sh-Should we be worried?

Djinn: An omiai meeting… WHAT A WONDERFUL IDEA!!

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this…

Diana: Mm.

[RUMBLE]

Rosa: THE FLOOR IS MO-MOVING!

Marcia: EEEEEH!! IT’S SPLITTING APART!

[RUMBLE]

Cass: EEEEEEH!!

Diana: …

[RUMBLE]

Marcia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH- Eh? It stopped? Why did- GEH! WHAT’S WITH THIS SET UP?!

Blanche: … It’s a panel show studio.

Djinn: THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT’S RIGHT BUNNY GIRL! Since it’s the fated union between two extraordinary souls, I’m sparring no expenses~ We’re gonna have a quiz that will go down IN HISTORY! I’m bursting with excitement!

Rosa: Quiz?! What quiz?! Hey, hey, what’s going on here?!

Djinn: Hmmm, you’re kinda dumb, fluffy hair. Gonna have to deduct points for that.

Rosa: HA?! 

Djinn: But since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll explain it to you! See, what the busty vixen said got me thinking: if I have to be stuck with one of you for the rest of eternity I should pick the one that annoys me the least! It only makes sense to go about it this way, right?!

Blanche: I… I suppose so, but still…

Marcia: WHAT’S WITH THIS PANEL SHOW SET UP, HUH?!

Djinn: Oh, this? I just thought it would be way more interesting like this! Add a little spice, you know?

Rosa/Marcia: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Djinn: SO! LET- US- START- THE- QUIZ- OF- A- LIFE- TIIIIIIIIIIIIME~

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[czec-hoslo-vak-ians]

I'm so sorry that it's been a lifetime since I reacted and posted a episode blog but I'm back now so lets going on with the episode

Michael and Maria 💜

Scene goes👽

It's nice to see everyone having a good time for a hot second. Max looks hot running without a shirt on I just need to Pause and look at him shirtless for a minute🤤. Love the way that Michael looks at Maria it's just something about it give me all the feels. Tess can heal like that come I mean if no level to Max is healing but still she could heal I wonder why Isabelle and Michael can't. Bizarre that Max just left nocito in his room when his parents could walk in at any moment however I don't think he was thinking logically to hide the body somewhere he was more thinking he has to warn his friends. It totally makes sense now Max was running instead of driving because Isabel had the car. Another is the question why wasn't Max at the party? I love how Michael jumped up and said I'll take care of it course Tess has to shoot him down for no reason at all, but he takes control anyway. Split Second I do feel sorry for Tess she just lost her father figure. A lot of pressure to put on max at this moment.

It looks like Kyle is coming back from football camp. I completely forgot he wasn't in the first episode. I think his dad completely forgot about him. I love how Kyle debauched nacidos name. Don't blame Kyle for being irritated right now. I completely understand where Michael is coming from they are sitting ducks in school right now but however what other plan do they really have if they don't go to school that's suspicious to. Of course a suspicious figure is following Max who else would this be figure be following. But Max has Spidey senses you can tell that something is following him. Now this is dumb Max to go and see what it is, and of course uses his powers. I think he talked his way out of that one.

Max is in a class without one of them other mean people because it seems like they all have class together each one of them is with someone else. New UFO old guy that runs the center seems fishy to me. I do not like him whatsoever or trust him just the way that he kicks Max out.

Vomit right now Max just happens to walk by Tess. Me yelling at him KEEP ON WALKING DONT STOP. I get the feeling that Tess doesn't like being on Earth. Maria trying to be such a good friend saying one thing and then looking out the window and seeing something else the opposite of what you're saying that's like getting crap thrown in your face. Why is it that when Michael says we are not human Max doesn't want to hear it however Tess says the same you can see the wheels turning in his head that he has a point. You can see that Tess is really pushing for Max to remember this other life. Why wasn't Tess door locked Max just walked right in. Question is why did they break into Tess's house and not one of the others? The real question is what are the skins looking for?

Valenti books weird sitting at the table doing bills like that then again this is back in the late 90s. Max and Tess should have knocked because it seems like they are trying to break in, however Valenti shouldnt of pointed the gun like that while opening up the door. He should have called out first. Why is Kyle acting like he's still at camp, he's acting really strange lately what did Camp do to him? I approve Kyle looks good without a shirt on too, how long with his Calvin Klein😁. I do not like that Liz told congresswoman about agent Pierce wanting to break up with her that's lie doesn't sound believable. Whitaker is dumb to believe it.

There has to be a tie fitting between John FK what they're talking about and with Max. I don't think Max ever heard of the expression curiosity killed the cat. Not to be out all that Brody is just right behind him. Brody firing Max is a little suspicious I think then again Max was snooping around when he should have been.

I really like the way that Maria is grown-up look right now last season she was the nerdy boyish look this season she is confident and girly look. This is a way better look for her. I like that Maria is trying to be there for Liz. When you knock and someone doesn't respond, in or it open doesn't mean you open the door and walk in. Whitaker is totally playing with his right now it just have a feeling she 1 not really drunk she just needed Liz to spill out a name.

Tess shouldn't be in Kyle's room like that uninvited and in his clothes. Kyle and Tess could be a interesting combination. I completely understand where Kyle is coming from. Tess really lays it on thick, making him feel bad. But I understand where Tess is coming from too.

Where has Michael been I have not see him all episode. I'm so glad that we get to see him for a hot second. I am so proud of Michael that he standing up for himself I'm telling Max that he has to start listening to to him. It seems like Isabel can't make a decision. She never knows whose side to choose. That girl needs to get a backbone. Michael the dummy that he is never has a plan he just goes off of instincts. Of course it's going to knock Michael out whatever that beeping noises it's cuz he doesn't have a plan or come up with backup.

I'm so glad that Isabelle well finally told Maxx to shut she's starting to get a backbone. I agree with Isabelle Brody has to go. Surprisingly shocked that she said they kill him. What Isabel saying makes total logic cents something needs to be done Max needs to choose a side

I understand the JFK reference to Max present day. JFK was the leader he had two choices to make Max the leader he has choices to make. They are paralleling the two. I think that it's funny that the only person Max has to talk to you right now is Maria and Maria feels really uncomfortable. Maria was somewhat of a help.

I love the slow motion of them walking. I love Max is new power or he can just block people with a green glow. It's Upsetting that Max didn't tell his friends about his new ability. Max almost blew everything , Brody he's an oddball oh, I quite don't believe this whole abduction by alien but then again with this show you just never know. It's only Brody known that he is actually talking to one a them. The wonder that creepy Shadow thing comes and goes.

That was nice of Kyle to give his room to Tess even though she doesn't deserve it. I do not believe anything that Brody told Max. The new waitress hitting on Michael this cannot happen we have to make this stop. I like that Max is taking Maria's advice and doing something to show Liz that he's there for her. OMG the new waitresses the skin 😲. This is not good.

Well you guys the end of the episode I had fun I hope you had fun I'll see you on the other side.

Quote of the episode " Calvin Klein I approve"

Coming up next : surprise

Pic NOT mine

[laserdog10]

I saw that Goku recently sent in a prompt of Team RWBY's Weapons becoming their Stands, basically. Okay...How about Team JNPR? Bonus points if Magnhild is basically a Viking raider.

I kinda expected this and thought about it after Goku’s, lmao.

--

Jaune: And pinch of Hard Light Dust.

Pyrrha: Jaune, are you sure this is going to work?

Jaune: If it worked for RWBY then it’ll work for us! I hope...

Nora: Yes! Let’s get our own Stands!

Ren: Stands???

Nora: It’s a reference.

Ren: One that I probably don’t want to know.

Jaune: Okay, let’s open the windows in case the smoke is too heavy.

*Pyrrha, using her Semblance, unlatches the windows, letting in the bright afternoon sun*

Jaune: Now the Hard Light Dust should be reacting any second now...

*They all stood back, waiting for some flash of light, an explosion, something, with anticipated silence...*

Ren: Uhhh...I don’t think it’s wor-

*POOF!!!*

*A cloud of multicolored smoke manifested and filled the room, sending the teens into a similar coughing fit as their fellow classmates once did. Thankfully it didn’t last long this time around since Pyrrha preemptively opened their dorm window. Midst their coughing, a loud boisterous voice with a Nordic accent boomed withing the smoke.*

“HAHAHAAAA, I AM ALIVE!!! I CAN BREATH AIR, I CAN MOVE, THIS BEAUTIFUL!”

*Followed by a daintier and more calm voice.*

“Please Magnhild, not so loud, there are people around you.”

“I hope this smell doesn’t last long, it reeks in here!” *a second voice said, more skittish but just as feminine as the second one*

Pyrrha: Hello???

*Now two voices spoke, one boyish and one girly, in unison.*

“Ah, sorry Miss Nikos! It’s great to finally talk to you all face to face!”

*The smoke had finally aired our from the room, revealing five slightly mechanical humans in the room of Team JNPR, one blonde girl in a denim coat and dandelion yellow jeans, one small and petite girl with long blackish-green hair wearing a qipao, a giant of a man in silver armor with a pink beard, finally two identical twins, a boy and girl, the former in edged pointy armor, the latter in dull rounded armor.*

Jaune: It worked...IT WORKED, HAHAHA YES! RUBY YOU’RE A GENIUS! Crocea Mors is really a human being!

Crocea Mors: H-hey, master Jaune! *the blonde weapon-human spoke nervously*

Jaune, internally: *”Wow, she’s insecure like me.”*

Nora: Holy crap Magnhild, you’re huge!!!

Magnhild: It’s only fitting for a man of my caliber! I must say, it feels amazing to finally move like you little Nora!

Nora: *giggles and jumps on him like a monkey* Big weapon brother.

Pyrrha: Are you two okay, this isn’t weird for you...Milo and Akouo?

Milo & Akouo: Not in the slightest, Miss Nikos!

Pyrrha: No need for formalities, call me Pyrrha!

Milo & Akouo: Okay, Miss Pyrrha!

Pyrrha: N-*sigh*, you’re both adorable. *pats their heads*

Ren: Uhh, StormFlower?

StormFlower: A pleasure to talk to you, Lie-san. *the young lady bowed, hand in fist*

Ren: Heh, you too.

Jaune: Right, Team RWBY did this with their weapons too...Crocea Mors, show me your blade and shield.

Crocea Mors: Hmm? Oh, okay! *from her right arm came a blade, ejecting from the top of her writs, while her left wrist had a shield expand from it* Umm, tadah?

Jaune: Not bad!

Nora: Magnhild?

Magnhild: Way ahead of you! *two metal pounders folded over the hammer-man’s fists, a small hole opening at the top of them*

Nora: Heck yeah!!!

Pyrrha: Milo? Akouo?

M&K: Yes ma’am. *Milo ejected a yellow-orange gun barrel from his right arm, a spear tip from his left, Akouo threw out both her hands, two halves of a shield unfurling, becoming a full shield as she put her arms together*

Pyrrha: *smiles and claps for her weapons*

Ren: *ahem* StormFlower.

StormFlower: Yes sir. *raising her elbows, two dagger-like blades clicked free, two gun barrels ejecting from above her wrists*

Ren: Perfect. *smiles*

Crocea Mors: Soooo, I guess we’re your guys’ Stands now?

Nora: Yep, and we wouldn’t want it any way else!

[genderfluid-promotion]

Hi! I have just learned about the term genderfluid, and I dont really know if thats the explaination for some things I feel - I don‘t know if thats what I am, or if the things I experience really fit this term. I am a female, but as a kid I always had short hair and I only wanted to wear boy clothes. I once put a dress on at like 7 because I wanted to, but it felt like I was trying to pretend to be a girl - even though I was one? I also pretty much only had boy friends, and loved soccer and playing in the dirt. I also liked horses, but not nearly as much as the other girls - when school started most of them had backpacks with ponys on them, mine had fish. xD I started wondering if maybe I was a boy during the ages 6 - 10, because I was asked constantly if I was a boy or a girl. I always said I was a girl, but kids can be mean - the next question would be pull your pants down and prove it, you dont look like it.

I knew that at 12 years old I would have to go to a new school, and the school was pretty known for bullying. Out of fear to be a target I let my hair grow out from age 10 on, and when I started at the new school it was long. I still dressed kinda boyish, wore a lot of plaid shirts, but I also wore pink things sometimes. I actually forgot that I didn‘t grow my hair out willingly, I talked to my mom about it a few months ago, saying that I couldnt remember what changed that I wanted long hair - and she said I didnt actually want to, but that I was scared of the bullying. Ever since that young age of 6 I went through phases questioning if I was a boy, because being a girl just didnt always seem to be right! However I‘m not sure if it didnt feel right just because hobbies and clothes are so strongly gendered, and I just wanted to have short hair, boy clothed and my soccer ball - in peace, without the questions. So being a boy would have been easier in that aspect, because no one would have questioned anything about me in that case. But because I also wasn‘t so sure that I would want to go trough actual transitioning to a boy, I realized that I probably wasn‘t transgender. There were times where I compeletely forgot about this worry of mine, and then suddenly I would look into the mirror, or see or hear something, and a weird feeling would start to creep up again - am I maybe a boy? Now I‘m 20, and I have been pushing these thoughts away for a while. I came to the decision that I dont really care, Im not that bothered by my female body that I feel the need to change everytime I see myself, and I dont feel horrible if someone calls me a she/woman/girl - its just, some days I wish I didnt have breasts because they annoy me, and I would like to be flat so that some of the men shirts I own would look better. However I never feel the need to have a penis, because thats as much as a statement as breasts, I’m fine with my vagina because it isnz showing in any way through clothes. Other days I like showing cleavage, some days getting called a she just leaves a bit of a weird feeling in my stomach. Sometimes I like make up, (Eyeliner most of the time), other days putting lip stick on makes me feel like a clown. These things are present enough in my life that the thoughts about what I am creep up from time to time, but they are not so present that its always on my mind. Sometimes my mannerism arent really female - around my female friends I kinda have always felt like the elephant, not moving as gracefully, not talking as softly, not sitting that woman like - my mannerisms just seem to be more men like then my other female friends, but they are more female then most of my male friends.

Because transitioning fully to a man is not an option for me (waaay to unsure with what I am, and also most of the times I‘m fine with my body I think) I just sort of pushed it all away. I also have never tried to embrace my „male side“ more - I dont want to be judged or to be asked questions if I suddenly show up with a baseball cap and a typical men hoodie. I also dont want everyone to think I am a butch lesbian, because thats the first thing people would think. I feel like if I could wear and behave however I wanted, and no one would care or ask questions, there would be days where I would wear a baseball cap and a hoodie, chewing gum and drinking a beer and just sit on my car, chilling. And there would be days where I would wear a dress, have flowers in my hair and have a picknick or something. So far I have only really lived the female side of this - and with clothing I kinda compromise, if I wear a male sweater I wear tight jeans or make up, to even it out a bit. Enough for people to notice Im probably not a girly girl, but not enough to make them look twice or to question my style or gender or sexuality.

Ive been thinking about embracing the clothes side of men a bit more, because I lost some weight and I‘m a little less curvy then before, so men shirts start to look kinda better then before. However, I am terrified to embrace any of this whole gender fluid stuff - what if I just surpressed being trans or something? Or if I try it out and after that it becomed unbearable to not be able to fully live being genderfluid? Right now I can deal with it - I would wish to embrace it more, but I can mostly handle not being really able to do so. I am afraid that this will change if I get a taste of it. Also I am kinda questioning everything in regard to gender - because if no one had ever commented on me looking like a boy, if not everyone around me had despreatly tried to put me in some box, I dont think I would ever have started to worry about all of this, I would have just been me. So maybe I am just a female but I’m not fitting the stereotypes that are put upon genders? Sexuality wise Im attracted to men, however I believe we fall in love with souls not bodies. Still most of the time I cant see myself being intimate with a women, but then suddenly some days I can - maybe pan? I think this whole gender topic didnt really bother me that much for a while because I was only aware of trans, and that didnt really fit me - so I just left it. Then I heard of non binary, but like I said mostly im fine, also I wouldnt want to be called they/them I think so that didnt really fit either. But now with this genderfluid stuff I heard of something that might fit me, so Im having a slight identity crisis right now to be honest.

I would just absolutely love to hear your thoughts on all of this - would you say gender fluid could be the right description for me? Or something else? Am I just insane? xD Do you know someone who experiences gender fluid similarly to me? Because most despriptions are that the change of gender is extreme and suddenly, and with me its more a way of expressions, clothes and weird feeling.

Sorry for the insanely long text!

It’s ok. Your gender identity is fluid. Non binary meaning you don’t identify as a man or women. Both non binary and genderfluid can coexists and you can identify as both. As for pronouns it’s entirely up to you. Not everyone who is non binary uses they/them pronouns. It’s not a requirement.

It would also seem you hardly have gender dysphoria since most trans people have it. It’s ok to identify as trans without having dysphoria, it’s not a requirement either.

But I do think genderfluid fits very well with what you are feeling. I recommend having a support group in case people are transphobic to you. However, since politics is a bitch, people will side with the transphobes so your only choice is to find solidarity with others who know and understand LGBTQ issues.

Thanks for the ask tho!! ☺️☺️💘💕💞💖💗💓

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Run Devil Run [Chapter One] Digging Up Bones [Karma Akabane]

“Just look at you; undeniably flawless. Don’t you agree?”

Yukie stared at her reflection in a full body mirror, pivoting her slim hips from side to side – the wispy fabric of the skirt glided with her movement and brushed against her knees. Without question, she was gorgeous, but this kind of thing was not her style.

“I like it,” she replied politely. Honestly she did. The short flutters sleeves on the blouse made her appear rather girly, but the ensemble was cute and rather fashionable. She certainly didn’t have anything this nice in her closet at home. With one final pivot, Yukie glanced over and smiled at the pretty woman beside her. “Thank you for allowing me to model it for you, Miss Shiota. I think you’ll look very casual in this.”

Hiromi laughed softly. “It’s not for me, but I certainly am grateful for the compliment. Actually … I wanted you to have it. Nagisa can’t wear it, and since I so wanted a daughter, I kept it.”

“I couldn’t possibly,” Yukie argued. “It’s very pretty and must have cost a lot. Accepting it would make me feel bad.” She bit her tongue between her teeth once she saw the woman frown. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen Hiromi turn dark – it mostly occurred whenever Nagisa chose to defy her. Zany, black swirls consumed her eyes, and Yukie knew she had to defuse the situation before it became much worse for her.

Faking a smile, the buoyant teenager pivoted her hips once again. “Oh but I really do like it. If you’re sure I can have it, I’ll gladly accept.”

Again Hiromi laughed. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around Yukie’s shoulders. “Consider it yours. It’s the least I can do for someone like you; someone from A class who is nice enough to acknowledge Nagisa. I only hope your determination will rub off him.”

“We’re neighbors, so I really don’t mind at all. Besides, Nagisa is a good friend. He helps me with homework whenever I need it.”

“So modest,” Hiromi chirped. She gently hugged the honest girl, then released her, taking a few steps back to look her over once again. “I shouldn’t interrupt you two then. Go back to studying and help my Nagisa do better. I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

Yukie bobbed her head in agreement and followed Hiromi from her room, moving hastily down the hall towards Nagisa’s room. She was there earlier, before the eager woman pulled her away, but to be polite, she knocked on the door anyway. With his consent, she moved inside and shut the door behind her.

“That was a long bathroom break,” Nagisa joked. He eyed the new outfit and frowned. “Hey, I’m really sorry about my mom. She’s really persistent sometimes.”

“It’s no problem. If not me then you.”

Nagisa shuttered at this. “There’s no way I’d pull that outfit off. The neckline is too low and I don’t have the chest to fill it out. But I’m surprised … you look mature with it on.”

Yukie puffed out her cheeks and placed her hands on her hips. “I always look mature. You’re so mean, Nagisa.”

He paled, “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just … no one has ever seen you in a dress before. Honestly, it’s kind of weird.”

She agreed; it was weird. Most of the time Yukie wore shorts, even to school – they of course were dress code appropriate. She was a tomboy, so anything other than her usual made her feel uncomfortable. Dresses and skirts never bothered her, but raised by two fathers, she never experienced what it was like to be a girl; she learned to pitch a ball before she learned to put on eyeliner. Huffing a sigh, Yukie leaned against the door. “I’m not mad, you know? Even I don’t recognize myself like this.”

“It doesn’t suit you,” Nagisa stated. “I think you look nice, but you being you is much better.” She made him feel less nervous when she dressed boyish. Seeing her in a dress or a skirt only brought him unease; it made him realize that he was close friends with a cute girl. His face warmed up, but he ignored it and cleared his throat.

“Are you planning on staying late?”

Yukie again bobbed her head. “Math is my worst subject. I honestly don’t think I’ll understand the lesson in just a few hours. Why do you ask?”

“Just thought you’d feel more comfortable in shorts,” he answered.

“Is this an offer? Because I’d love to borrow some clothes.” Yukie clapped her hands in front of herself and begged him, puckering her lips.

The gracious teen agreed and let her have free reign of his closet. She often did this whenever she came over – borrowed his clothes – because she said that Nagisa had the snuggest outfits. He kept his back turned as she searched the hangers. Yukie didn’t have much shame when it came to changing in front of people, but Nagisa never dared to look. Still, it was hard to ignore the fact she was naked behind him, and he was in fact a male. To keep his mind busy, he thought back to why Yukie had come to visit him; he’d asked her for help on his homework. It seemed much easier to have someone tutor him in science, then try to understand it himself.

“Hey … Yukie.” He waited for the lively girl to respond to his call before continuing. “Thanks for this. You didn’t have to tutor me, you know?”

She puckered her brow as she slipped on a T-shirt with a shoreline and palm trees on it. Did she hear him right? “What was that?” Yukie gathered her previous outfit and stepped out, sitting in a clear spot on the floor beside the blue haired teen.

Nagisa gave her a nervous look. “I said you didn’t have to help me out, but thank you for accepting.”

“As if I wouldn’t,” she said. Her blue eyes narrowed. “We’re friends, Nagisa. You know that, right?”

“I do.”

Sometimes he wished he’d never met her though. She risked her reputation at school by socializing with him. Nagisa didn’t want her to be ostracized by her friends, but Yukie seemed not to mind. She once claimed that she enjoyed his company, so Nagisa chose not to push his worries on her, not today anyway. He forced a soft smile and picked up his worksheet, handing it off to her.

“I need help with this; science is my worst subject.”

Yukie took a glance at the paper. It focused mainly on questions relative to general science, but some A-level questions were written on it too. She found it strange that unlike her worksheets, his were hand written. It wasn’t something she was use to seeing a teacher do.

“This Korosensei must be one heck of a teacher. He added the major branches of science to your worksheet and even suggested what reading material you should review. It’s amazing that he took the time to do this for you.”

“He does this for everyone,” Nagisa replied. It was interesting to see just how excited Yukie had become with this. If only she knew the truth about his homeroom teacher. He was sure that she’d be stunned. “He’s a really good teacher.”

She pouted. “I wish my homeroom teacher was this nice. Guess I should let my grades drop, so that I can join you in E Class.”

“I wouldn’t suggest that, but you’d like him.” This brought another memory to mind; one that Nagisa wasn’t sure Yukie would want to hear, but needed to. He cleared his throat and just blurted it out. “Karma is back, you know? He got dropped to E Class with me.”

Yukie frowned, staring down at the worksheet between her fingers. She tried to seem impassive, but part of her was happy that his suspension was over. They parted on bad terms. It left her feeling guilty.

Faking a smile, Yukie pulled herself onto her feet and stretched. “You know what this study group needs? Snacks and cold drinks. Do you have any in the kitchen?”

“Sorry, no. Mom doesn’t usually buy junk food,” Nagisa answered. He knew what she was doing, but also knew that she probably didn’t want to talk about Karma. “But there’s a store right down the road. We can go there and buy some.”

“I’ll go,” Yukie offered. “I could use the exorcise.” Honestly, she was afraid that Nagisa would bring up Karma again, and she really wasn’t in the mood to dig up bones.

Hesitantly, the blue haired teen agreed and helped split the cost with her – his mom let him keep the extra yen from his last run to the market. He watched her stuff the money into her shorts and leave. Nagisa truly felt bad for making her uneasy.

—

Successfully making it out of the apartment undetected, Yukie rushed down the first set of steps, counting fifteen as she did. The second flight led to the ground floor and onto the sidewalk. It had a smooth, metal railing that Nagisa and she often slid down whenever they were running late for school. She took it without a second thought, loving the adrenaline rush it gave her.

The landing she stuck with ease, falling into a quick walk as she moved out onto the street. Her mind was racing with so many thoughts – mainly about what kind of snacks she was going buy – that she almost failed to catch the sudden flash of a camera as it went off near her face.

Yukie shut her eyes out of habit, then squeezed them tight. When the bright spots were clear from her vision, she glanced over to the person who took her picture and gasped in surprise.

“Karma, what are you doing here?”

The bright haired teen smiled. “What’s with that look? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” His menacing gold eyes widened in liveliness. “I see; you are. I’m flattered.”

Before she was able to reply, he interrupted her again. “Hold on a second” – he paused to snap another picture of her – “That’s a good one.”

Yukie felt her heart thump in her chest as Karma stepped around her, taking more pictures. Her cheeks warmed up, hearing him whistle. She was honestly unsure of what to say, much less of what to do. He was embarrassing her.

He moved back in front of her and stared at the screen, puckering his brow. “You know … that shirt looks strangely familiar. I feel like I’ve see it before.” Widening his eyes again, he smiled – Yukie was rather cute when she blushed.

“I borrowed it from Nagisa,” the timid girl spoke. For some reason she felt like she shouldn’t have told him this; his smile only seemed to broaden. “Why are you h-here? You don’t even live down this street.”

“Can’t I take a stroll whenever I want to? I happened to just be passing by when I noticed you coming down the stairs, so I waited. What makes you think I want something?”

Yukie frowned; she really didn’t want to go down this road with him. It wasn’t going to end in her favor. “Just leave me alone, Karma. I told you before that I was sorry.” She bit her tongue between her teeth as he moved closer and wrapped an arm over her shoulders.

“Oh, I’m not mad about that anymore … but you should be more careful the next time you go out. If someone from your precious A Class were to catch you socializing with an E Class student, they might cast you out.”

Liar.

He meant to pay her back for what she did.

Karma turned his phone and lined them up for a picture, tugging her closer so that he could lean his cheek against her head.

“Now say, Karma is a bitch.”

[medi-melancholy]

i’ve been really coming to terms the past few months about my relationship with gender identity and i want to put some of my thoughts on paper. this is is very steam of consciousness so it’ll probably be repetitive or incoherent, but i want to talk about it openly. I PROMISE I’M OK LMAO i just wanna chat to myself

anyone who knows me knows i love dolls. hell, i’m dollkin, of course. and a big part of why i identify with dolls so much is because of physical reasons. a doll can be physically neutral without any sexual characteristics, yet perceived as leaning more towards a certain gender based on how they’re dressed. a ‘girl’ doll may wear dresses and bows and such, but has no true physical gender. if that ‘girl’ doll wanted to, they could be dressed more like a ‘boy’, or stay completely neutral perception-wise. hell, they could wear dresses and bows and skirts and be identified as a boy or as having no gender, in spite of traditionally ‘feminine’ clothing.

i LOVE that. that’s like... an ideal situation to me.

i think another reason i identify so much with the lack of physical gender/sexual traits the vast majority of dolls possess is because i’m asexual and quite sex-repulsed. the thought of ever being around a naked person makes me sick, because i just reeeally don’t want to see any of those parts. i don’t even like seeing my own parts most of the time. i just want to be... nothing.

a lot of my hatred for parts of my body likely relates to my struggles with disordered eating and chronic illness, but that’s an issue for another time.

i would love to have the ability to be neutrally gendered by default. i technically can be if i want to! but because i have ‘female’ physical characteristics, people will pretty much always automatically assume that i am female. i understand it’s an issue to say something like... “having a chest and hips = female!” because that’s absolutely not true, i understand that. but to someone who desires to fit society’s view of what is female, having those characteristics is valuable. yknow?? so it’s not like... an entirely bad concept, if it helps someone be more comfortable and happy with who they are.

by that same token, i bind (safely!) every now and then because i want to be lacking in those physical characteristics, and therefore hopefully perceived as more neutral. hell, i’ve crossdressed before and presented as male for historical reenactment purposes, and i LOVE IT. i love having the freedom to control my gender. it feels so good.

it was easier when i was younger, when i wasn’t curvy. when i kept my hair very short due to abuse, and could easily pass as ‘male’.

these days i spend a lot of time dressed as a stormtrooper or a tie fighter pilot, neutral costumes with helmets with conceal my gender. i cherish the moments i have in those sorts of costumes, largely in part because in those moments it’s not my gender that matters but instead the children i bring joy to, but i digress. there’s certainly a theme with my feelings, though.

i end up feeling most comfortable cosplaying characters of unconventional gender presentation, i’ve noticed.

i had my phase around middle school where i hated the color pink, i hated traditionally feminine things, i never wore skirts or dresses, i wanted the color blue, i wanted pants. i felt weird and out of place trying to fit into ‘girly’ roles. it’s weird to think i was ever in that place, considering my interests now, but it sure did happen. i think a lot of this time might relate to me coming to terms with my sexuality--being asexual, and the struggles of having sexual characteristics--and also realizing i really REALLY like girls. my subconscious thought process might’ve been something like, “boys like girls, and i like girls, so maybe i should be more like a boy?”

i grew up, thank god, in a household that didn’t force me into playing house, playing with dolls, all that stuff. i was welcome to play with whatever toys i wanted, watch whatever shows appealed to me, listen to whatever music i liked. so, i had both barbies and transformers, i had bratz and star wars, i had a mix of ‘girly’ and ‘boyish’ music and movies i enjoyed. i was certainly bullied for this, harshly so, but i’m eternally thankful that my parents have been accepting of me ever since day 1.

for many years i’ve had trouble identifying with being afab, with being a girl, because of my body. i have a hormone imbalance of some sort that does fucked up things to my mind and body, and i suspect i have some sort of issue with, well, the girly internal hardware too, but i’ve been horrified to go to a specialist about that sort of thing because i HATE talking about... those parts, it’s making me feel sick right now. i don’t want anyone looking around down there, EVER.

anyways, my hair grows in absurdly fast and absurdly thick, everywhere, even before i felt pressured to start shaving as a kid. my legs, arms, pits,eyebrows, just everywhere. even my face, i do have to shave my face. it’s... invalidating, i guess, of my supposed ‘womanhood’, so i find myself having trouble calling myself a real girl. i know hair is a natural thing, and i NEVER ever judge other people for it, but i do judge myself.

i’ve often described my feelings as... i want to be a girl, i know on some level that i am a girl. but i’m physically NOT a girl, and i only want to strive for feminine physical traits in some ways, not in others.

it’s a very weird, depersonalizing feeling, considering i’m afab.

there’s also the fact i’m like 6 feet tall, that’s certainly not a ‘girl’ trait. “no one will dance with a tall girl”, the saying goes. i’m leggy and gangly and weird. and somehow curvy at the same time. i look like a joke lol

i wanna mention that i had a phase in high school where if any of my friends asked me what my gender was, i’d just pull up a clip of a la cucaracha horn. that’s still such a huge mood.

ever since i was a kid, i’ve found myself drawn to characters who are androgynous or don’t conform to typical gender presentation, and i’ve never really known why. i figured, maybe that’s my idea of beauty or something? i hate to word it like this but i like... really found myself attached to male characters that presented femininely, or dressed as such, or wear lots of makeup, and i still feel that way? that just feels so safe, so comfortable, so real to me. that’s reflected in my IDs/kintypes too, i really really relate to gender neutral characters, or characters who are ‘supposed to’ be masculine but are feminine instead, or any combination, just... nontypical displays of gender.

it feels so suitable to what i want in life, i think. the same feeling i want to achieve.

funny that pretty much every single character i identify with is a doll/puppet or related to them in some way, too, huh? it all sorta connects, i guess. i value the nonhuman trait of having no definitive physical gender, i guess?

i’ve had people suggest to me before that i’m a demigirl, maybe, but that never felt right. i’ve had people say “hey, sounds like you’re nonbinary” but i just... don’t feel right with that term? just for me personally.

it’s almost like i don’t want to label my gender. it feels so vague, so indistinguishable.

girl a little bit to the left. girl flavored la croix. the tape outline of a corpse at a crime scene, and the corpse happened to be a girl. hint of hint of girl. i don’t feel that all the time, though. sometimes i just feel.. an absence of gender. no gender but with vaguely feminine traits.

at the same time, i worry myself about identifying as a lesbian. i’m only interested in dating people who identify as female, that’s who i end up attracted to. i want a girlfriend, i want a wife.

but if i’m not entirely a girl myself, can i still call myself a lesbian?

well, i’ve never judged or policed other people, so why the fuck am i judging myself? we really are our own worst critics.

anyways, within my close circle of friend-family, i’ve been going by they/them for a while and also neutral terms, for the most part. it feels good, it feels comfortable. it’s not something i’m gonna want 24/7, but sometimes that’s how i’m feeling so that’s the terminology i should use. makes sense, feels good.

i can still be a sister, a daughter, a girlfriend. but i can be a sibling, a datefriend, too. i can use she/her and they/them at the same time, or whenever i’m feeling one over the other

the closest word i’ve found for how i feel is gender nonconforming, but i still don’t want to put a label on myself in this case.

i just wanted to get this off my chest. or... get my chest off. it’s complicated.

you can call me sarah, you can call me medi, you can call me a person who is a girl, a person who’s sort of a girl but sorta not. i dunno. i’m just me.

i thought i had all my identify stuff figured out but these past few months have been Whew

shoutout to my friends for always being so supportive and loving, yall are the best. 

and uhhhhhh thanks for reading, sorry for getting so real all of a sudden.

this may have been brought on because i have a new doll kintype whose gender is a fuck and i was like shit, that’s me, huh!

[jacqthehermit]

Why Do I Ship BoruSara

WARNING: Pro-BoruSara, if you are an anti/hater and you still read this then don’t blame me if you get triggered. I already warned you, not my fault. Learn to stay in your lane, mofos.

Agree or disagree, this is my opinion IDGAF

First of all I want to say sorry anon. I know you’ve been like “WTH Jacq! I’ve seen you online and posting some shit why the fuck are you not answering my question!?!” I know okay? I’m sorry.

The reason why I keep on delaying my answer to this is because I cannot decide whether I’m gonna answer this short or if I’m gonna make a detailed blog about it. Finally, after contemplating for days, I decided to just make it short. I think if I make a detailed blog, it will be long as fuck and never ending since I love the ship so much lmao. No one reads my long ass boring af blogs and try hard short stories anyway (which I make to accompany my drawings sometimes) FeelsBadMan

So what made me ship BoruSara in the first place? I think my answer can be found in most of my previous blogs about them and I will say it again here. The reason I started shipping BoruSara is because I wanted a different approach in romance in the story.

The main ships in first gen was basically: Girl finds the boy cool, falls for him and girl saved by the boy, eventually develops deeper feelings for him. I know they were puppy love at first which grew into real love at the end. I mean I ain’t complaining about that especially my first OTP was one of them, SS. It’s just that I want to move on with this kind of romantic development. We’re in the next generation now! Time for something new!!!

That’s why when I first saw Boruto and Sarada in Chapter 700, I fell in love and shipped them right away. The chemistry was so overflowing I just can’t. I know antis and haters are just blind to see that or just in denial lmao. 

“Why Boruto?! You shipped SS in the first gen. Sasuke was the stoic, mysterious, silent, bad boy type. Boruto is the opposite!!! You should’ve ship Sarada with someone else!!! Our princess doesn’t deserve this annoying loud piece of shit” 

Yes I like those type of anime guys but sometimes I also like those loud, aggressive and playful ones. Like when I read shoujo mangas before, sometimes I’m all in for the jerk male lead but there will also be times when I fall for the second male lead who is a nice guy. Same goes for here. Again, we’re in the next gen, time for change mofos!

What I also like about him is that he aint some dumb shit. Boruto is smart, he studies well (thanks to his mother) and he is a prodigy. Yeah he was rebellious at first but after the Momoshiki fight, he stopped being a whiny bitch about his dad which I really appreciate a lot. I mean he was just a kid and his dad rarely goes home what do you fucking expect? He’ll understand right away? Even in real life we all know how kids act rebelliously and go emotional whenever they don’t receive enough attention from their parents so I don’t get why people can’t understand that? I mean are we all living in the same planet or what seriously.

The hate about Boruto being super strong and a prodigy is weird as well. First he is the fucking protagonist whether you or I like it or not. Of course he will be the OP one just like in other shounen anime/manga. Second, Boruto is the fucking son of Naruto and Hinata, nephew of Neji, grand son of Minato and Kushina. WHAT DO YOU FUCKING EXPECT FROM THEIR GENES?! WHY ON EARTH WILL THEY PRODUCE A WEAKLING!?! OF COURSE HE’S GONNA BE FUCKING OP. It’s not like it’s Boruto’s fault that he came from a super strong family. He is born this way smh.

“Why Sarada?! She’s mean to Boruto!!! She doesn’t care about him! She hurts him! She only cares about being hokage! Boruto deserves better than this arrogant bitch!!!”

I don’t really get this “Sarada is mean to Boruto”. As far as I know, she’s always concern about him. Even from the beginning when Boruto was fighting with Iwabe, it was clear that she was worried, Chou Chou even noticed it. Whenever Boruto gets hurt, Sarada is always the one tending his wounds (ex: during their Mist village field trip and during their first mission as team 7 where she pulled the bandages tighter because she knew Boruto was lying that he was not hurt.) 

Sarada always checks on Boruto, not only because she doesn’t want their team to encounter some trouble but because she doesn’t want Boruto to do something reckless (remember when she nominated him as class field trip leader so she can keep an eye on him). If she’s fucking mean to him and doesn’t give a shit about him, I don’t think she will give a damn to do these things. If this is what being mean is to you then I don’t know what kind of comprehension you guys have lmao.

Alright about Sarada’s words and action towards Boruto. Sarada scolds Boruto obviously because we all know that Boruto is hard headed (still we also know that even if she scolds him or whoever it is, he will still go on his way just like his dad lol) And it’s not like she’s insulting him or saying hurtful words. Most of the time they’re just arguing and I don’t think there is something wrong with that. It’s normal to argue specially when your ideas clash with each other.

How about when she hits Boruto? I don’t know but in real life when we play fight or tease with our friends, we tend to punch or slap each other. BUT of course not as hard as shown in anime because bruh of course in anime it will be super exaggerated for the comedy. Same when for example our friend is about to do something stupid or has done something wrong, sometimes we be like “Bruh why you did that!” then we hit them on the head (again not as hard as shown in the anime cuz we irl) Therefore I just think it’s nothing serious.

Don’t start me with “No Sarada is violent with Boruto!!” Again, this is anime, and that “hitting” is just part of the comedy. If you still gonna go with this stupid reason then what about Temari? She hits both of Shikamaru and Shikadai even with her fucking weapon. Does she SERIOUSLY wanted to hurt or kill them? Of course not, why would she do that to his husband and child. This is all just fucking exaggeration to show how pissed the character is. All animes/mangas do this ffs. 

“Pfft! But if BoruSara go canon it’ll be so cliche!”

You wanna know what’s more cliche? The fucking male protagonist of the shounen manga/anime falls for that female character who is

Usually weak at the beginning, then will just grow stronger at the end.

The ideal type for most men: The girly girl, shy type with big tits. If you act rough, or you’re boyish with a flat chest, you’re out.

In love with him or already has feelings for him right from the start because he is the coolest guy she ever met or she regards him as her hero.

Sounds familiar? Sounds like Na-ru-to *cough* Fai-ry-Ta-il *cough* Ble-ach *cough* <insert other shounen anime/manga with same shit> 

Hold up your horses! Before you flame and send me hate, I just want to be fucking clear. I am not saying that this kind of romance structure in shounen anime/manga is wrong. I understand that shounen animes/mangas target the male audience that’s why anime/manga creators tend to choose this path most of the time. If you guys like it too that way (in every shounen) it’s fine, we’re cool. It’s just that for me, it gets boring once in a while. Also I am not hating on this type of characters. That’s how the author/creator wanted them to be, I can’t do anything about it.

Why can’t the male protagonist of the shounen manga/anime fall for the female character who is:

Already strong right from the beginning. I don’t get why their female love interests have to be this meek character at the beginning who usually will encounter some kind of trouble where the male lead will save her then only from that time she will realize or be inspired that she needs to be strong to not burden the male lead.

Bold, brave and has a strong personality. I am not saying she has to be necessarily boyish. What I am trying to say is that why is the love interest would always be that shy and timid type? Can’t it be the confident type this time? The one who can fight for herself and what she believes in. The one who is tough, can be rough sometimes but still ladylike all throughout.

Worthy to be called as his rival, on par on his skills and strength. Damsel in distress is so old fashioned! Princess being saved by a prince is nice but come on guys, ain’t it cooler to have a princess who can also fight beside you right from the start?!?!

These are the reasons why I ship BoruSara and why I want them to happen, they just complement each other so perfectly. In addition, I am also a huge sucker for rivals turned into lovers type of love story. I strongly believe that it is waaaaaaaaay better than the plain old love at first sight and boy saves girl shit.

 “B-but BoruSara won’t go canon because of this and that...”

I already made a blog about that. You guys can read it here if you haven’t yet.

There you go anon! I hope I was able to answer you. And yes this is the shortest that I can make it. I can still make it longer to be honest lol.

Later guys! I still got a drawing to finish.

Jacq out!  (*ゝω・)ﾉ

[bugheadjones-the-third]

Bughead Secret Santa 2017 . Title: It’s The Most Wonderful Time . Summary: Set in the timeline where Jughead moved in with the Coopers. It’s Christmas at the Coopers’ and Betty will make sure her boyfriend feel at home while opening the presents. . A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! This is my gift for @redhead-riverdale​ ! Yes, you are my amiga secreta XD Even if you told me that you d'int really read a lot of fanfic, I seriously wouldn't know what else to do.... I'm terrible with edits and fan arts, so writing you some words felt like a safer choice! That or, well, I could've sent you some cookies through mail. Depending on how far apart we live from each other, they could still be warm haha

Also, thank you, @iamdarkandtwisty for the whole thing! I hope the story makes justice to your adorable prompt! It won't be as incredible as Domesticity (that's TOO adorable) but I think it can make people smile! Have fun!

. . . . His blue eyes took a lot longer to open on that cold, cozy morning than on any other morning he had spent at the Coopers’ household. His ears had captured the sound of steps and girly voices coming from the hall, and slowly, his body started to respond to the first rays of sun creeping through the window. The room where he was currently sleeping in was pink and strangely cheerful, much like the one next door, and every time his eyes trailed around, the raven haired boy managed to find a new, girly adornment his minimalist conscious had shamefully missed before.

As he could also see, snow was falling outside, covering the entire town in a cold, winter blanket, and that entire scenery made his decision to fully wake up even harder. He was warm under those covers, and it had been long since he had laid on such a soft mattress. The pillow smelled like lavender, the sunlight wasn’t hitting his eyes, no ginger boy was doing push-ups in the corner and everything inside of him was begging for him to drift back to sleep.

Jughead Jones certainly didn’t want to get out of bed that morning. Even if it was Christmas morning, it was still— well, morning.

At that very moment, many children around the world were probably running around their hallways, banging on every door and jumping on their parents’ bed so they could all go see what the old man dressed in red had left them under the tree. He remembers all the times he did that around his house, and also when his little sister took over such an important task to bring everyone together in the trailer’s living room. She was always so happy and loud that he would always wake up several minutes before she actually opened the door and showed up in his room with that toothless smile of hers.

Christmas mornings were, indeed, quite nice back then. Unlike what many people thought, Jughead never identified himself as The Grinch, no. He’s always enjoyed the holidays with his family back then, and perhaps, were they all together again, waking up would be a lot easier with the living, christmas alarm he calls sister.

Perhaps, if there was still someone who would remember to wake him up, he could allow himself to express his christmas spirit.

But during his current situation, it was not like such thing would happen any time soon. Or at least that was what he thought right before turning around in bed so he wouldn’t have to face the door anymore. If only had he held his gaze on that spot for a little longer, though, Jughead would’ve seen as that small figure silently made her way into his room.

Who even needed a chimney, right?

As he was uselessly trying to return to his dreams, the raven haired boy didn’t notice as her feet crossed the entire carpet until she was standing just a few inches away from him, her head dipped down so her lips were almost brushing his ears. Jughead certainly couldn’t tell how long she stood there, but he was only able to identify her presence when he felt the air shift near him once she finally took a deep breath. He, then, quickly turned around, but it was way too late for the raven haired boy to stop whatever adorably evil plan Betty Cooper had prepared for him.

“Merry Christmas, Jug!”

His eyes widened at the unexpected scream that escaped her lips, and before he could even allow his brain to think straight, a surprised — and definitely not scared— scream escaped his own lips. His body shook under the covers, as his girlfriend’s childish act almost made him fall out of bed, and it didn’t take long for her laughter to fill the room.

That pesky girl, he thought, as he stilled his breathing.

He was certainly not going to let her get away with that. He would get his revenge and she would pay for making a fool out of him.

Or at least that was what he had in mind until his eyes finally turned to see the source of such automatic reaction.

“ Didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat, Jug.”

Oh, that girl…

As he felt the edge of the mattress shifting under her weight, Jughead almost had to remind himself to breath due to the astonishing beauty in front of him. Her harlow-gold hair was falling over her shoulders, her cheeks were blushing in a darker shade of pink due to her laughter, and her green eyes— even if half covered by her eyelids— were showing nothing but the purest innocence of a christmas morning. Betty looked stunning as she carelessly allowed herself to let out genuine laughter, and he could bet she had no idea how much she was affecting him at that moment.

She was making him feel happy and excited, and it wasn’t even 9am. His girlfriend certainly had a contagious joy in that pretty smile of hers, and he was certainly not going to be the one to resist it. Not when he could still have his revenge over her.

“Oh, you!” Jughead started, a smirk playing around his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He saw as her expression changed and he heard her gasp just before pulling her small body underneath his. “ You’re not escaping your mortal fate, Elizabeth Cooper!”

She chuckled, again. “ what do you mean, Jug— No!!” Betty couldn’t even finish her sentence before a new wave of uncontrollable laughter took over her. She could feel her body contracting itself as his hands wandered around her skin, tickling her in all the possible places he managed to reach. Her face was getting redder, her hands shifted from her belly to his hands in a weak attempt to pull him away, and she just couldn’t breath. Perhaps she shouldn’t have woken him up before 10am. “ S-Stop it, Jug! haha S-Stop!”

“ Nope! You know the rules!”

“ I-I’m sorry! I-I—“

“ What? I didn’t hear you, Betty? Did you just say you’re sorry?”

“ Y-Yes! I’m sorry, Jughead! I-I can’t breath!!”

“Uhm… Should I let you go so easily?” He said, smirking down at her.

“ Y-Yes! P-please, Jug! I’m gonna die!”

“ Oh, come on… You can improve your game, Cooper.”

“Y-You…You can have my pancakes!”

“ Now we’re talking.”

After what felt like an eternity, he finally stopped his hands and the girl managed to breath. Her eyes were closed, her chest was going up and down frantically, almost brushing his, and it was only when he felt her hot breath tickling his lips that Jughead realized the position in which they were left.

Betty was exhausted underneath him, her hair splayed around the pillow and her pj's shirt lifted high enough so her navel was exposed. She smelled like lilies, her cheeks were still red, her lips parted— and fuck,  as soon as her eyes lazily opened to look at him, Jughead felt his throat going dry and his heart skipping a beat.

His girlfriend was beautiful, and as she laid there, completely unaware of what she was doing to his boyish senses, Jughead couldn’t help but curse himself for those kind of thoughts on a christmas morning. Santa would never forgive him, and Alice Cooper would murder him, for sure.

He could not have those thoughts, no.

“ Jug?”

But, god, she wasn’t making things any easier for him.

“ Betty, I-I… “ He blushed a little, earning a giggle from the girl. All his thoughts were written all over his face, and at that moment, she realized it could be her chance to get her own revenge for making her give up on her pancakes.

Without wasting another second, the blonde lifted her head and captured his lips in a chaste kiss that lasted long enough to take his breath away. His lips, as always, were soft and she couldn’t help but enjoy how it felt to have his body slowly pressing down against hers. His hand slowly made its way to her waist, and as soon as she pulled away, Betty could see how she had left him confused. Another chuckle took over her lips, and she felt an unusual pleasure at the defeated smirk that took over his expression.

“ You know… Your mother is just outside this door. If she sees us like this, she’s going to murder me.”

“ I know… But we can pretend there’s a mistletoe above our heads.”

“ Of course.” He sighed, as his eyes shifted from hers to her lips. “ Because inside your sister’s room is the perfect place for a mistletoe.”

“ We’re certainly a weird family, don’t you think?”

“ I’m sure you are.” He pressed another firm kiss on her lips, and at that moment, he knew better than to believe his girlfriend was as scared of her mother as he was. He tried to hold back, and— god, he just couldn’t believe he had found himself wishing Alice’s supernatural senses would interrupt them again. Their bodies were pressed against one another, her hands were traveling around his free, dark locks, and he could feel her tongue pecking at his lips.

His girl would be the death of him, for sure. She was so confident and so eager to keep doing what she was doing, and he couldn’t help but wish she continued with her actions, even if just for a little longer.

He couldn’t help but wish for her, even if just for a little longer.

But neither of them should ever doubt Alice’s perfect timing.

“ Betty, hurry up! Just throw some water on him and get this with over already!”

The scream coming from downstairs made both of them stop their actions. She was left biting her lower lip, and he allowed a sarcastic smirk to take over his expression. Of course she wouldn’t miss that opportunity.

“ Maybe we should go downstairs before my mom actually comes up with a bucket of water.”

“ Yeah… “ He started, moving away from her body and sitting up. He watched from the corner of his eye as she did the same, trying to adjust her vest so her mother’s perfectionist eyes couldn't detect anything. Betty pulled her hair up in her characteristic ponytail, and smiled at him before standing up.

“ Come on… Let’s go open the presents.”

“ You go on ahead. I won’t stand in the middle of a Cooper moment.”

“ What are you talking about, Jug?” She frowned, a glimpse of sadness taking over her eyes as she watched him scratching the back of his neck.

“ Ah, you know… Your parents invited me to stay here and I feel really good and all, but… This is a family moment. Your family moment.”

“ Jug, don’t say—“

“ Besides, it’s not like there’s anything for me downstairs.”

Even if there was a small smile on his lips, Betty could see how he actually felt inside. Once again, he was feeling left out and that was certainly something she didn’t want present in his life ever again. Even if she understood how troubled things were around his life at that moment, it didn’t mean she would let him spend the holidays feeling as if there was no space for him under her family’s christmas tree. He’s the love of her life and a part of her family, and wether he liked it or not, Jughead would be going downstairs with her.

Without hesitating, the blonde walked up to him, and without bothering to listen to his protests, pulled him up from the bed and towards the door that would take them to the living room. He tried to tell her it was okay and that he didn’t mind, but she certainly did and she was not going to let him skip a christmas morning like that. Especially not after what she had done the previous night after he went to bed.

“ Betty, calm down! I really don’t wanna—“

“ Enough, Jughead Jones! You’re going downstairs with me, and you’re going not only because you’re a part of my family but also because you never know what Santa might have left for you under the tree!”

“ …What?” He stopped her, finally using his strength to hold her in place.

“ What did you not understand, Forsythe?”

The confused and embarrassed look on her face was enough to tell him exactly what he needed to know. The girl who had been kissing him just a couple of moments before was now standing right in front of him, and using Santa’s name to tell him there was something for him under the Cooper’s christmas tree. She was also rubbing the words my and family on his face, and even if most of the times he chooses to ignore when people try to use the volume of their voices on him, Jughead was certainly not going to ignore her.

Not when she meant everything she was saying at that very moment.

Not when that was probably the best present he could’ve ever asked for that year.

Jughead Jones must have been a really good boy.

His eyes, then, softened and she felt his hand squeezing hers in an affectionate way. Her heart skipped a beat when he reached out for her cheek with his other hand, and she allowed her own lips to curl up when his thumb brushed against her cheek. “ Thank you, Betty.”

A soft smile took over her lips, then, and she simply nodded in return. “ Come on… They’re waiting for us.”

She only allowed him to put his beanie on before both of them went downstairs to meet the rest of the family. Hal was on the couch, reading the paper; Polly was sitting next to the tree with a hand over her big belly; and Alice had her arms crossed over her chest, giving them the famous ‘you’re late’ look. When his eyes finally started to wander around the living room, it didn’t take long before he caught the side of an extra sock hanging on the fireplace, and he could feel his chest getting warmer at the sight of his name followed by a small, sewed crown. He gave his girlfriend a soft look, and as she held his arm, they both went towards the couch so the whole thing could actually start.

“ Now that the whole family is here…” Alice started, her lips almost curling up. “ Let’s do this, shall we?”

For she was standing closer to the tree, Polly was the first to grab one of the boxes. It was a small one, wrapped in green and with a red lace on top. The card held Alice’s name, and by the look on Hal’s face, the girls could tell he had actually listened to his daughters and bought his wife something different from the anual bickering gifts they exchange. The matriarch of the house, at first, tried to hold back the smile that threatened to take over her lips when she opened the box, but couldn’t and ended up giving in the urge to plant a small kiss on her husband's cheek. Apparently, she had loved the necklace Betty and Polly had picked the other day at the store, and if Alice Cooper was happy, then Christmas that year was safe.

The following boxes went to Polly and the future babies, as the entire family decided to give her a bunch of stuff for the upcoming Coopers-Blossoms. Even if Jughead had told Betty to give them blood transfer cupons for when they were born, the future godmother decided to stick with dippers and baby clothes. There were also couple of presents for Hal, who had been more than happy to get some new pens and some electronic devices he would probably never learn how to use. He would also be happier if he got things such as a new, better chair so he could watch Tv, but he was not going to complain.

Betty ended up getting more clothes than she would probably be able to wear, but the best present she got was, by far, the one her boyfriend gave her. It was an edition of Beloved signed by no one other than Toni Morrison, aka her favorite author ever— that is, until he released his novel. That book had certainly beaten all the other presents she had gotten, and he was certainly happy to see how much she had enjoyed it, since it was the least he could do to his beloved, who had made him so happy during that year.

Seeing her smiling so brightly and even getting a chaste kiss— with no hands involved, since Alice was watching their every move— was probably the best christmas gift he had ever received, and at that moment, he could pretty much head to the kitchen to get his pancakes.

But there were still some boxes waiting to be opened under the tree.

Unlike he had expected, Jughead got more presents than just the one he expected to get from Betty. All the family members ended up getting him some sort of present that went from classic movie collections to a new winter coat. Those were wonderful things, but in the end, his favorite Cooper gave him the one thing he didn’t know he needed for Christmas.

It was a MF Type Machine they had seen the other day, and it was in perfect conditions. That box had been the largest under the tree, and he would be lying if he told anyone that fact didn’t influence his childish happiness. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, and the fact that Betty had been the one to give it to him just made the whole thing a lot better.

“ Oh… Thank you, Betty.” He started, finally voicing out his thoughts after the rest of the family followed Alice to the kitchen. “ I-It’s wonderful.”

“ You’re welcome, Juggie. I saw how you looked at it the other day, so… I figured you would like that.”

“ I loved it, honestly…”  He said, smiling down as his fingers carefully brushed against the letters. “ This whole thing, actually. Thank you for pulling me out from the bed so early.”

“ You don’t have to thank me for that.” She smiled, finding a place by his side at the couch. “ It was already past 9am, and there was no way my mom would let you sleep any longer than that. Just imagine when the twins are born, though.”

“ Yeah…” He grinned, feeling somehow happy with the idea of still being around in the future. “ But seriously, what you and your family have been doing for me… I really appreciate that and it’s really more than I could’ve asked for this Christmas.”

“ Don’t be silly, Jug… You’re my family, and we’re not stopping until your dad is here opening presents with us.” She said, leaning her head on his shoulder and caressing his arm. He didn’t know if she could hear his heart hammering his ribcage, but he wouldn’t be surprised if so.

His girlfriend— his beautiful, smart and strong girlfriend was leaning against him, filling not only his nostrils with her inebriant, sweet scent, but also offering him so much more than any 16 year old girl could possibly offer. She was promising him a loving, supportive family, with christmas presents and pancakes for breakfast. She was offering him a future, where his father would be released and they could all celebrate together and be whole again.

That little girl was offering him all the love and care in the world, and normally, he should’ve known better than to believe the naive mind of a teenager. He should’ve known better that she held no power over most of the things she was promising him, and that life would probably make sure most of the things from her list wouldn’t be achieved.

He should’ve known better than to allow his heart to believe her.

But this girl— his girl… She was not like all the other teenagers they knew. She was not the typical stereotype he once believed her to be, and above all, Betty Cooper is a girl who fights for what she believes in. She’s not a quitter and if there is anyone out there in this world that can fulfill all those promises of a better future for him, this person is no other than her. She will fight for him and she won’t rest until the whole world is affected by her kindness.

Betty will bring his life happiness. More so than she already has. She will bring him new smiles for the rest of his life, and he would have to be a fool not to offer her the same things. Jughead will make her happy, too. He will make her smile and he will make sure to protect her while she tries to protect the world.

She is his most precious christmas present. And he will cherish her for all the Christmas that are still to come.

“ I don’t deserve you, Elizabeth Cooper.” He looked at her, and immediately, she lifted her head so she could look back at him. Their eyes were filled with softness and longing, and a love brighter than all the Christmas lamps of Riverdale combined.

“ You deserve so much more, Jug.” She smiled tenderly. “ You’re on the nice kids list.”

A sly smirk grew in his lips. “ I guess solving a murder has its perks.”

“ It sure does.”

And with those last, whispered words, they both leaned forward, their lips pressing softly against one another. After some hours of holding back, he finally allowed his right hand to cup her face so they could deepen the kiss a little. They were moving together in a loving rhythm, and it wasn’t until the scent of Alice’s cinnamon pancakes filled the air that they pulled apart. There was a smile on their faces as their foreheads were pressed together, and he watched as she trapped her lower lip in between her teeth.

“ Come on… Let’s go get your Christmas pancakes.” She said, standing up and offering him her hand.

“ Kiss and pancakes? it’s a merry christmas, indeed.”

[justa-mysticmess]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V and saeran with an MC that is tomboy but suddenly turns girly because MC is afraid that the RFA will leave them because of their tomboy ish personality

hi dear!! your request was so angsty cute i haD to do it immediately! i’m so bad i was doing another one before yours buT! no worries coz i was just getting started on it. sorry this got so lonG! & i hope this is what you were looking for :) thank you for stopping by~ why did they get so angstY?? 

707/Saeyoung

is honestly surprised when mc first starts acting all girly

because the mc he knew, from all of their social media history, they had been a tomboy!

the sudden change was surprising. not bad, because mc looks! adorable! in dresses???

he never knew this was a thing he would want to see??

but he sensed something was wrong when mc started growing their hair out 0because! why! mc?! you always said long hair bothers you so much??

boy honestly can’t understand why mc is putting themself through the hell of growing their hair out?

the outfits and sudden interest in cute shoes and accessories he understands

because…! it’s totally okay to explore one’s interests?

but the hair thing is bothering him

doesn’t take him long to figure out what could be the problem

is so! sad! to know mc felt they needed to change themself so much

immediately runs to where mc is in the other room, and definitely tries to play it lightly going all like mc whyy? why didn’t you tell me you started wearing dresses because you’re scared??

mc tries to deny for a good 10 minutes

but he is 707! and mc ends up admitting, embarrassed, that they were really scared he would get annoyed/tired pretty quick and leave them because of their decidedly boyish personality

feels really guilty that mc felt they couldn’t be straightforward with him yet

doesn’t show his self loathing!

instead focuses on making mc feel more relaxed by joking around and teasing them by pinching their nose 

oi mc! i wouldn’t leave someone i love just because they don’t fit a certain role society created. remember i fell in love with who you are, not what you are

proceeds to give cuddles to a furiously blushing mc because holy hell saeyoung it gets people hot and bothered when you get all deep like that!

Zen/Hyun

oh boyy!! he couldn’t! stop staring!

so this is why you never wore dresses before mc. you knew my wolf would awaken!

honestly his flirting hasn’t gotten any better

he is also pretty quick to notice the mask mc has started to hide behind the more girly things mc does

it’s probably because he is a professional actor that he notices so quick!

honestly mc shouldn’t be surprised when he confronts them just the third day

starts by telling mc how they don’t ever have to change anything about them

for anyone. especially not him!

is a total sweet heart about the whole thing and they both spend the day having a heart to heart

takes mc out for a ride on his bike to the mountains

spending the night stargazing is honestly! so! relaxing!

sleeping under and open sky is another one of both their favorite shared hobbies

it reminds mc how silly it was of them to have kept their fears bottled up form this sweet man

Yoosung

honestly takes a while to notice.

because LOLOL is fun and exams are tough

but on the last day of exams when he gets home to mc in a skirt

he flips

because??? mc?? since when???

mc is annoyed to say the least. they have been torturing themselves all this time for! nothing!

really regret having not just stuck to their hoodies and jeans all those days

it’s actually really easy to explain to yoosung why they are in a skirt, because he listens with wide eyes and has their hands held tight all the while

yoosung is so earnest when he clings to mc and is going on about how much he loves mc and how they are the coolest s/o he could have ever hoped for and how he would never trade them for all the rare LOLOL items in the world

and it’s so touching and mc feels so relieved and so silly at the same time

after mc is feeling much better and dressed back in their favorite attire, yoosung shyly asks if mc could tell him beforehand if they ever decide to dress all girly again please

because! they had looked really cute in that

and as much as yoosung loVED the regular, cool mc, 

he wouldn’t mind a cute mc once in a while

mc just tells him they would only dress up again if yoosung did too

yoosung laughs, and mc did mean it as a joke… they wouldn’t force yoosung to dress up unless he was okay with it

but they thought the idea wasn’t so bad

they could take wearing a dress if it was on their own terms

maybe once in a while they’d feed their curiosity for an interesting dress

Jaehee

this girl can not for the life of her understand why mc is suddenly trying to speak more politely than they usually do

she’s not complaining, not really, but she was so used to her blunt mc who had a charm all of their own!

one good thing is mc starts actually shopping from the girls areas and they! look! stunning in that new tanktop!

but jaehee worries

because while mc is starting to look after their physical appearance more, they have become quieter and don’t look as bright as they used to before

their regulars at the coffee shop are starting to notice too and jaehee is lost because how many times has she answered already that mc is going through a tough spot and will be fine?

honestly she is having a hard time believing her own words too now

bae is infinitely glad that their regulars are considerate enough to not directly ask mc those questions about their wellbeing because they probably don’t know but if they did ask mc such things, mc would just shut down completely 

is so shocked when mc refuses a burger?? 

things are much worse than she had been thinking, she realizes

because mc saying no to greasy meal is! apocalyptic! 

worries 10x more!!

research mode on!! but the things she finds do not! make! sense!!??

why would mc fear abandonment? they had never seemed unsure of themselves before

and jaehee was sure she had never complained about their dressing or their behaviour???

sure she nagged them about their unhealthy eating habits from time to time, but mc knew she only worried… didn’t they??

confronts mc bluntly because she is angry! and shaken up! and she honestly knows she’ll just beat uselessly around the bush if she tries to go the ‘picking her words considerately’ route

mc i thought you knew me well enough to know that i would tell you if your dressing, or anything about you at all, bothered me

glares when mc sighs tiredly because no mc! you don’t get to ease out of this lecture jeahee is going to rain down on you

jaehee is strict and to the point but! she adds in lots of praises, especially when mc least expects it

lots of happy cuddles in matching hoodies ensues

Jumin

mr.chairman is pretty quick to notice too and is very pleasantly surprised!

excitedly purchases mountains of cute dresses and accessories at the start because hell yes! he’ll finally get to spoil mc like the prince/ss he wants to treat them as

clouded by his own excitement at first, it understandably takes him some time to notice the decidedly lesser communicative mc 

what actually got his attention was when mc wouldn’t keep up discussions with him

jumin had always enjoyed his talks with mc, always taking an interesting turn, mc always having an opinion they wanted to voice and things they wanted to explain

it’s like he wakes up from a spell and notices the cracks in reality for the first time in along time

because! how had he not noticed how sad mc had become??

how long had he let it go on?!

this was totally unacceptable!

is halfway through the phone call booking an appointment with a psychiatrist when mc walks in and silently, very politely asks him to not

before he knows it he has cancelled the call because how! could he not listen to his prince/ss??

looks despondently at his phone for a moment before taking in a tired looking mc

my love, what has happened? why have you become so depressed?

it takes a bit gentle coaxing, but mc finally admits,warily, as to why they were trying to do more feminine things and how it made them feel

more than anything he is angry with himself  because it was probably him always wanting to treat mc like a prince/ss that it happened. because of him forcing his affections that way

is so sorry!! hugs mc tight and apologizes profusely, saying that he would rather see them happy than become a shell of what they were

when mc mentions it was mostly their own fear of losing jumin than the fact that they felt pressured because of him wanting to see them in fancy dresses

still blames himself 90% at least

tells mc how he loves them so much and how he could never even think of spending a day without them

makes a habit of telling them how much they mean to him every day so this never happens again

also spoils mc with all the fighting games and guy clothes they want. even more than he used to before

V/Jihyun

this angel notices the slight changes immediately

the slight changes that mc starts making in their dressing, in the way they speak, in the way they hold themselves

is confused as heck because ??? what is happening to mc???

doesn’t say anything at first because it’s mc’s choice what they wear and how they act

also because he senses they are troubled and doesn’t want to add to it???

only thing is!! they are not acting and dressing how they want to! and that is the cause of mc’s ongoing angst!

feels so bad when he figures it out!

decides to intervene immediately because this concerns his love’s wellbeing!

is getting twitchy while he waits for mc to come back from their trip to the grocery store

mc, you know i love you right?

it’s a weird greeting to get home to, but jihyun is very expressive of his feelings so mc is not too alarmed

but something seems off so mc goes to sit beside their angel. he seems to have something to say afterall

v gently takes mc’s hands in his own and waits till he’s sure they are looking at him

no matter what you do or how you dress. no matter how you speak. i will always love you.

mc is close to tears but v doesn’t know yet because his eyes are still healing after the operation

he adds as an after thought, you know you can always talk to me about anything bothering you right?

is ! so ! happy! when mc bawls into his shoulder as they hug him tightly. he’s sad that mc felt so much pain but is more happy because they are being so open with him

wraps his arms tightly around mc till they feel at least a bit how much he loves them

Saeran

definitely approves at first because he obviously loves stylish clothes and accessories

he never disliked what mc wore before either

but he likes to see this new side of mc

asks mc what made them suddenly change their dress style

because it means a lot to him

and he knows mc must have a reason for such a drastic change so suddenly

when mc closes up on the issue he notices and immediately realizes something is wrong

gets pissed but tries not to react angrily because he! is just! worried!

manages to make mc spill because what?? did someone threaten you?! you know i’ll make their life miserable just tell me who, mc!

is very confused when mc blurts out their insecurity because???

is mc even listening to themself??? after all they ahd done for him, did they honestly think he would just up and leave because they were a freakin tomboy?!

is offended!

but also sad

has a talk with mc, it’s awkward and emotional and quite impulsive buT!

his intentions come through and it’s working to calm mc down 

wraps mc’s hoodie around their shoulders, telling them not to be so silly next time