#take away my last year with my friends at school

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Moments before 8 am

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"I am not going to school."

"Excuse me, what?" That's enough for Guy to turn down the TV volume.

Billy is sitting in front of Guy, who doesn't look very happy, and the reason is not that big of a deal, or so Billy thinks.

"Kid, all children have to go to school, otherwise the whole point of skipping a day or two is lost."

Billy's expression triggers a staring contest that leads the older one to look for something in his closet.

The staring contest resumes when the Lantern crosses his arms while holding a somewhat folded backpack in one hand, obviously attesting to having accompanied Guy at some stage of his life.

It was already a Monday and it wouldn't be long before the school buses picked up the children from the street.

"Come on, Cap, it'll be just one day and you can wear the clothes I bought last time."

Guy had taken him out, amid shouts and explosions from the watchtower; after the mutiny to steal part of the buffet, hiding in his modest apartment in Baltimore was the best option.

He shared it with Billy, as it should be, and now Monday had come to bring up that issue.

Courtesy of his nosy neighbor. Who didn't take long to make Guy understand that she was five seconds away from a call to social services if he didn't send his kid to school, because she didn't want him to be a delinquent like Guy. Obviously, she didn't know that he had a college degree and was a former police officer.

And although Guy had every intention in the world of making those couple of points clear to the annoying woman, it would be an unequal fight and he didn't play dirty. How difficult it is to have codes these days.

"I'm not going."

True. Billy. Only recently did he learn of his super-steroidal superpowers. The kid was doing a good job, he was eleven years old and that left him at least six years of his life managing on his own.

"Help me, Cap, that woman is going to bring trouble to both of us."

He admired him, he had grown up quite well despite his unfortunate circumstances. He didn't want a father or anything that defined itself as such, but he was open to looking for companions and friends.

If he understood correctly, this kid had been out of school for four years and that put him at a huge disadvantage with the other kids his age.

The process would be tedious and long, but Guy had a couple of teacher friends who could help him without asking too many questions.

He hoped the kid wouldn't ask about the strange sandwich he was preparing for lunch.

The clock ticks on and no progress. Time for bribery.

"Did you know I was a cop, Billy?"

"Is that a threat, Guy?"

Bad move.

"It's more of a... I can ask a friend to take you in a police patrol."

Billy smiles.

"Not bad at all. Actually, that sounds awesome! My friend Freddy would be jealous if I sent him a photo."

It would be a one-time noisy event. Billy thinks that. He could do something like that and then disappear as if nothing had happened. But one thing was missing for it to be memorable.

"Only if you include a pair of police sunglasses."

"Deal."

"But only for today."

"I have no problem with that, I’ll use the morning to move, and you'll be free to walk among pubescent youths like the demigod you are."

Guy hoped the day would be good enough for Billy to go back to school the next day. But if not... he had more cop friends in other states to try again.

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TreeHouse Chapter 5

"We are not family."

Summary: Chris' first day in public school.

"First-day jitters are real, and they're not exactly butterflies, more like a swarm of angry bees."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

Chris' POV:

It was my first day of school. I had a fresh cut on my arm because Matthew came home upset after the game. Nick held me down, and Matt relieved his anger issues. It wasn't as bad as other times, only because our mom came in and reminded him I was going to be around other people today. She didn't care about me. I was wearing my long-sleeved shirt to cover the fresh wounds and jeans to hide the old burn marks. I had my book bag, and I felt more nervous than anything. Matt and Nick have already left. I had to take the bus, which wasn't bad. The bus was going to be time away from all of them. I was slowly walking to the bus stop with my hoodie over my face. Nick hit me in the mouth and split my lip last night when I squirmed from the pain. I tried my best to clean it up and make it not noticeable, but some things just were no matter what I did. I saw a group of kids ahead of me at the bus stop, so I waited, unsure of how to join the group without questions. None of them have ever seen me before. I spent years in my room chained to the wall with nothing but a shred of hope.

"Why won't you tell me what happened?" A guy asked his girl friend.

"Because I don't want to talk about it without Julia." The bus pulled up, saving her from the conversation for just a moment. I started walking to file in at the back of the line of students.

"Never seen you before." The driver said as I stepped up the stairs. I slowly lifted my head to look at him, not sure what kind of response he was looking for.

"I'm new." I whispered. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. I shuffled my feet down the skinny aisle slowly.

"Take a seat." The attention directed at me started pounding my heart. I looked up to see what seats were open. I locked eyes with a girl with brown doe eyes in the back of the bus. She was the girl who didn't want to talk to her friend at the stop. She stood up fast upon seeing me. I looked back into her eyes, trying to understand why she was standing. She was beautiful. "Please take a seat!" The driver yelled a little harsher. She sat down with her mouth slightly agape. I sat randomly beside some strange kid and kept my head down. As the bus pulled into the parking lot drop-off, I started to regret being excited about school. I flowed off with the kids and went to hide in a corner away from everyone until the first bell rang. I wasn't sure how anything truly worked for public schools. I was bound to mess up, and one mess-up was all it took.

I looked around and saw Matt and Nick talking and laughing. I felt a tingly sensation in my gut. Matt caught me looking his way and glared at me. I quickly looked in the opposite direction and saw the girl from the bus with her friend and another girl. The two were laughing, but she wasn't. She was staring off into space. She snapped out of it because the bell rang in everyone's ears. I had to stop off at the office to get my schedule. Luckily, no one in the office questioned why I didn't start school with Nick and Matt. They just handed me a few used books and a schedule. I stared at it, trying to figure out how to read it. I desperately wanted to ask them for help or directions, but the lump in my throat burned my words before they could surface. I started walking down the halls aimlessly.

"Need help?" I turned around to see the girl's friend. He was tall and sporty.

"Yeah." I hesitantly handed him my schedule, and he peered over it.

"Ah." He boomed. I jumped and gripped my books tighter. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. You have the first period here. And then after you'll go back this way and head to the first door on the left. There." He pointed around the hallway we were standing in.

"Thanks." I snatched my papers back and started in the direction of my first class. I slid in just in time for the bell to go off.

"Late. No hoods in class. Sit." I avoided eye contact with the teacher as I followed every direction. I could feel them looking at me harder. "Christopher, right?" They moved to be standing in front of my chosen desk. I slowly lifted my head. "Nice to have you in class." They said softer than their initial tone. I jumped back into my seat when she moved her hand in front of me. She eyed me. "What can anyone tell me about The French Revolution." She continued waltzing around students. I was just pleased I didn't have this class with Nick or Matt. I listened and tried to understand every date, name, and piece of information being said, but the truth was that none of this made sense.

I didn't learn much growing up. In the basement, I was allowed to watch a few movies and read books, even though I wasn't sure how to read some of them. I tried my best to learn what I could from Matt and Nick whenever they were around me. It was always hard because they were never hanging out with me or being nice to me. They played with me, but never in a childish manner. The bell rang, and I dropped my book. "Try to relax." The teacher picked up the book for me. "I know it's your first day, but it'll get better." She handed me the book with a smile. I examined her face for a moment, trying to see her intentions before accepting the book back in my hand. I started walking down the crowded hallway to my next class. It was gym, so I was hoping I'd be able to get away with not wearing a school uniform, at least for today.

"You can watch today if you'd like. The school is aware of your condition."

"My condition?" I started panicking. If they knew and called my parents, it wouldn't end well. My parents would think I told someone something and blame me.

"The germ thing. It said it sometimes makes you a little weaker, so I thought today you could just watch. Get to know the class a little." They were super accommodating. "You can put your bookbag in the locker room." They nodded me in the right direction. I followed their instructions and walked into the doorless room and saw everyone laughing, changing, and putting their things away. I walked around looking for a locker to claim. It wasn't until I saw him that I froze.

"Woah, you guys look like -"

"Brothers." Nick finished.

"No way, there are three of you?" Someone else said. I felt my body heating up.

"Yeah, but he is younger." Nick looked angry all the attention was on us. I was frozen. My eyes looked around the room for an escape, but all I kept finding was a new pair of eyes watching us.

"Sup, Little Nicky." Someone tossed something at me. I dropped down to my knees and started sniffling.

"What -"

"Everyone out!" Nick yelled. People started scattering. I stayed on my knees with my head out of sight. I knew this wasn't going to end well. The chattering noise stopped. "Stand the fuck up!" He yelled. I slowly rose, my knees shaking violently once I was all the way up.

"I'm... I... I'm sor-" I stuttered, my tears at the corner of my mouth.

"Shut up." He demanded, and I jumped. He grabbed my arms before I had a chance to come back down from my jump and slammed me into the lockers with a loud bang. I whimpered, scared of the beating that was coming. "You will not fuck anything up for me. Do you understand?" His question was rhetorical. "Now everyone knows we are brothers because you are in school, but we are not family. You don't talk to me. Got it?" He screamed so close to my face I could feel his lips brushing my nose. "I asked if you got it?" He smacked the side of my face with his palm. I could feel the sting lingering. My ear was ringing.

"Yes, Nick." I whimpered.

"Don't fucking talk about me to anyone either." He said, walking out of the locker room. I knew then no matter what I did, my second-period class was always going to be the worst.

A/N Soooo? What's the vibe?

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No one likes gym class but Chris definitely HATES it now... 😰

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Some Goth Fam Modern AU headcanons I can't stop thinking about and will probably explode if I don't put pen to paper or in this case- Type to screen

Here we go. This is going to be a long one;

-Shanks isnt officially part of the goth family. Even though he's know these kids since mihawk had them, helped raise them is always there in the morning to take them to school and is practically their other father. Perona and Zoro still refer to him as "Mihawk's bum of a boyfriend" (byprodcut of hearing mihawk call shanks a bum one to many times).

-Zoro and Perona relentlessly troll mihawk for having only 2 friends and they are his boyfriend and business partner. even though perona herself only has like 1 friend and a gaggle of minions.

-Perona got a giant bear cut out all the stuffing and used to make a baby zoro wear the carcass of her destuffed bear. baby zoro was very chill about all this.

-People think mihawk is a housewife but he actually has a job with the government that nobody really knows what it is and nobody is really allowed to talk about. he just never goes in except for the once a month meeting where they threaten to fire him.

-They have a groupchat just the three of them called "The Family" and then another one with shanks sinces hes the one that actually drives them places called "the family and shanks"

-Mihawk is the type of person to get a family portrait every time the kids have grown to look significantly different from the last so every couple of years. They are all extremely giant and actually painted. these are the only family picture hanging on the walls. even tho mihawk secretly scrapbooks all the pictures shanks takes.

-Mihawk has had them since they were toddlers they still call him Mihawk tho. excpet zoro hits 13 and starts exclusively referring to him as Hawkeyes or "that guy".

-Mihawk is a crunchy mom tm and they grew up in an ingredient household. But because mihawk is a grazer at heart and zoro needs fuel like a truck and all their little friends all practically live at their house. Theres awlays charcuterie boards on hand. Zoro never had a pop tart until he went to Luffy's house one time. He asked Mihawk what fruit snacks are and he reacted like zoro just summoned the devil into their home. He's very Nara smith I cook all my kids meals from scratch coded. He's definitely running one of those mommy blogs and being really bitchy and personal attacky about the whole thing and hes not even trying to hide it. Literally two steps away from bring a mommy influencer. literally just needs the instagram page (which he has but doesn't know its run by perona).

-Despite this zoro and perona cant cook for shit. That one tiktok video of the woman showing her husband what she used to have for a midnight snake as a kid in an ingredient house and it was just a bowl of mixed vegetables is so them coded. Despite mihawk's nara smith tendencies once thye get to a certain age every meal but dinner is every man for himself. mihawk only cooks once and so raises a family of girl lunch havers and grazers. Zoro thinks a greenshake is a snack. his eating habits are a source of constant stress for sanji.

-Perona is definitely an influencer her content ranges from fashion stuff to content about her strange family (she tries to get them to make tiktoks and msot of the videos are just zoro's resignantion and mihawk's funnily shutting that shit down with a swiftness) and just stories of her weird family and her brothers even weirder friends. nobody can figure out what their family dynamics are.

-shanks definelty makes those "dealing my italian husband psychic damage videos" except they are like my Spanish-Romanian husband and mihawk get genuinely upset and every video ends witrh the threat of shanks being murdered.

-Nobody on these channels realizes that this mihawk is the same internationally recognized as the best swordfighter to ever live Dracule Mihawk.

-Zoro goes to the local community college with most of the gang while perona goes to a fashion college as a fashion/fashion history major. she lives on campus but is home every weekend tho so mihawk can do her laundry and restock her fridge.

-Only luffy and nami who are his childhood friends truly know just how fucking rich his family is even tho Zoro and the parent that zoro and luffy both weirdly share, despite not being otherwise related, look and act like bums. They meet the rest of the straw hats in college.

-At no given time do shanks or zoro even have 20 dollars on them something that endlessly frustrates everyone else around them. Usopp has bought one to many meals for zoro to be nothing other than incensed when he is invited to "summer" at their lake house thats more like a resort. Zoro can live in a converted mid century castle but Usopp has seen him pay for a sandwhich with a collection of change.

-people often wonder where exactly perona got her bratty attitude from because zoro and mihawk are pretty chill, composed guys. and then they see how mihawk acts around Shanks and the lenghts of childishness Shanks can push him too and then they

-Zoro and Mihawk are endlessly competing at petty meaningless activities espoecially if they involve cutting things with a blade. they have a running count into the 300s off how much mihawk has won vs zoro and he is endlessly smug about it. Zoro has only just begun to start clawing more victories for himself. He recently won their speed cucumber cutting challenge and mihawk was non to pleased about this.

-Adopted this one from a mutual; but Mihawk used to take Perona to all the twighlight, pop girlie, pastel goth stuff and pretends that its all a hastle even tho he's really into the stuff and has been since perona got into it.

-They are the kind of family that always had dinner together but would have every other meal wherever and whenever but since perona is away at college it became sunday lunch and dinner which just turned into sunday bruch for practically the entire neighborhood because zoro and perona keep inviting their weird friends over. and now its a whole thing and mihawk is none to pleased.

-Mihawk was about to be an empty nester and then s-hawk falls in his lap and heres another kid he has to look after and makes sure survives till adulthood 🙄. S-hawk ironically for all he looks exactly like him is the child that acts the least like him (This is largely zoro's influence) And he's definetly that stereotype of when you parents decide to have a kid in their 40s and they grow up in a completely different household than you did. like who even are these people?? S-hawk actually gets to have fruit snacks and zoro is still super salty about this. Because Mihawk was just off achieving his biggest dream with nothing better to do that to pout all his energy into being a parent to these two monsters. but now he has actually has a job that he actively needs to work at🙄

-Zoro looks baby sits s-hawk the most and like s-hawk is like 5 to zoro's 20 and zoro is definitely one of those people that doesnt "play" with kids instead he just folds s-hawk into whatever routine he has for the day without missing a step. He takes him with him to his classes at the community college. He pulls up a chair for s-hawk he has his own little notebook and everything everytime people try to coo at him Zoro tells them to leave him a lone the little dude's trying to learn here. He takes him to the gym like all those videos with dads and their babies repping sets. He gives s-hawk baby dumbells and teaches him proper form and everything. just goes about his life like there isnt a 5 year old trailing him like a duckling. Zoro puts on act for mihawk but he loves having a little buddy since chopper's kind of outgrown it.

-Zoro and Mihawk both talk to baby s-hawk like a regular person. Mihawk talks to him likes he's a distinguished gentleman with thoughts and opinions and who should know better than to fling food and toys and he often reads him the news. Zoro talks to him like he's just a dude definetly the type to have a beer with the baby while they sit on the couch watching sports. Perona and Shanks are the ones that actually treat him like a baby and baby talk him and shanks is definietly one of those parents that's always doing extreme sports stuff with a baby while Perona essentially treats him like a teddy bear / dress up doll. she and mihawk are the only ones allowed to make clothing decisons for him after the time he came home from a shopping trip with zoro and shanks looking like both a bum and a middle aged dad on vacation. Shanks was allowed to keep one tiny s-hawk sized haiwain shirt.

-Zoro essentially raises s-hawk like he's his child 😭. Like Junior and devante from Black-ish but he's less upront about this. He keeps adding things to the kid's schedule without telling Mihawk and essentially treats mihawk like the unwanted third in their relationship. He takes him everywhere with him. People would think that was his kid if he didn't look so intensely like mihawk. He signs baby hawk up for kendo classes from the age like 3 cause he'll be damned if he takes after mihawk's swordsmanship. He attends every practice he gets very intense during matches. its a whole thing. He also keeps signing baby hawk up for random extracurriclars that Mihawk can't keep up with and change depending on season. Baby hawk is in baby gymnastics with all the other seraphim. Zoro is very invested in this. Zoro the type to pull up to a heist with a baby.

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Unexpected - Chapter 2

George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Series Summary: You never expected to cross paths with George Weasley - your complete opposite. But as rivalry ignites between you two, so does something far more dangerous, an undeniable attraction that neither of you can ignore.

Chapter Summary: On the Hogwarts Express, you find yourself trapped in a compartment with Fred and a sulking George Weasley, reigniting the tension from your summer encounter.

CW: None :D

AN: Thank you to everyone who interacted with my last chapter! You motivate me to continue this fic <3. Still figuring out some formatting issues with tumblr... why is it so difficult TT

Previous Chapter

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The morning sun filtered weakly through the dusty windows of your family’s estate, casting long shadows across the dark polished floors. Your trunk had been packed and was waiting by the door, but there was no excitement in the air - no flurry of emotion or tearful goodbyes, just the same quiet routine that had marked every parting before.

Your family wasn’t the warm, demonstrative type. Stoic, reserved, and deeply rooted in tradition. They valued dignity and loyalty over grand displays of affection. Your parents, sitting stiffly at the breakfast table, looked at you with the same measured gaze they always had.

“You’ll take care of Atticus while I’m gone?” you asked, breaking the silence as you stared down at your family’s hound. He lay dejected, head on his paws as he sensed you were to leave.

Your father nodded, folding his copy of the Daily Prophet, neatly setting it down. “Of course, the dog's not going to die just because you’re away for a few months.” His voice calm, assuring.

Your mother, as usual, said very little, merely glancing over with a raised brow. Her cold, penetrating gaze was her way of reminding you that even through you were leaving, expectations remained. No words were needed, You would carry the family’s reputation with you to Hogwarts, as you had always done.

The silence stretched awkwardly, and you felt the weight of it pressing down on you. Finally, your father rose to his feet and straightened his robes. “Be mindful of your studies. A colleague from the Ministry will be instructing at Hogwarts this year, I’ve asked her to keep a watchful eye on you.”

“Yes, Father,” you replied. Your parents had always held the Ministry and its employees in high regard, disappointing one of its enforcers meant disappointing them.

With nothing else to be said, your mother gave you a curt nod of farewell, and with that, you were on your way to King’s Cross.

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The bustle of King’s Cross was a familiar chaos as you pushed your trolley towards Platform 9 3/4. The usual mix of excitement and nervous energy bussed in the air as students and their families hurried to make the train. First-years hugged their final goodbyes to tearful parents and students reunited with friends after a long summer apart. You moved through the crowd like a ghost - just another face in the sea of witches and wizards.

Once through the barrier, the sight of the Hogwarts Express filled you with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. This would be your last year at the school, this was your seventh and final year, and though Hogwarts had never felt truly like a home, as it did for some students, there was still a sense of sadness and finality in knowing this would be your last time boarding the train.

Dragging your truck behind you, you maneuvered through the narrow corridor of the train, searching for an empty compartment. It seemed that every compartment was full, filled with chattering students catching up on summer news. You finally found one that was almost empty - save for a single first-year sitting timidly in the corner. You offered them a brief nod before claiming the seat furthest from the door, settling in with a book to pass the time.

It wasn’t long before the door slid open again, and to your dismay, your eyes landed on two familiar figures standing in the doorway - Fred and George Weasley. A third figure, Lee Jordan peered behind the tall shoulders of the twins to inspect the compartment.

“Oi looks like this is the last half-empty compartment,” Fred said with a grin, his eyes landing on you with a mischievous wink.

You met his gaze with an unimpressed look, immediately recognizing the twins from the unfortunate encounter in your family’s shop over the summer. Of all the compartments on this train, of course, it had to be them. Just your luck.

George’s expression darkened slightly when he saw you, the memory of your sharp words and cold demeanor still lingering. His twin didn’t seem as fazed, stepping around him and inviting himself into the compartment.

“Well, well, well look who it is. Our lovely friend from Knockturn Alley,” Fred teased as he slid into the seat across from you. The timid first-year shifted awkwardly in their seat, trying to become one with the wall of the train. “And here I thought you never left that creepy old shop.”

George remained standing for a moment, his eyes flickering between you and his brother before he reluctantly sat down beside you, attempting to put as much space in between your bodies as possible on the narrow bench. His lively demeanor was noticeably muted, and you could sense the tension between the two of your the moment he entered the cabin.

Lee squished himself in between the two of you, providing a barrier of relief to whatever animosity seemed to so clearly radiate between you and the redhead.

You return your attention to your book. “If you have to be here, could you at least keep it down? Some of us are trying to get through the train ride in peace.”

Fred let out a mock gasp, feigning offense. “Trying to study already? It’s the first day back, lighten up. We’ve got a whole year of misery ahead of us - though maybe that’s what you’re into.”

You turned the page of your book without responding, determined not to be drawn into whatever game Fred was trying to play. You could feel George’s gaze lingering on you, his silence heavier than the teasing banter from Fred. He hadn’t said a word since entering the compartment.

“Do you ever talk? Or is being a moody Slytherin just part of the charm?” Fred continued, clearly amused by your indifference, and determined to get a rise out of you.

You sighed softly, closing your book with a snap and meeting Fred’s eyes with a level stare. “What do you want Weasley?”

“Ah, so you can speak!” Fred grinned widely.

“We’ve never seen you at Hogwarts before,” George said, his voice quieter than usual, but still carrying that hint of challenge that was so present in his brother. “It’s our seventh year, you’d think we’d have run into each other at some point.”

You shrugged, “I’ve been in both of your classes before, unlike you, not everyone makes a habit of being the loudest in the room.”

Fred’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “So you’re the brooding quiet type? We do love a mystery, huh Georgie?” He quipped, winking at his twin.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see George send his brother a look of warning. Fred only smirked back, clearly enjoying himself. You began to regret ever sitting in this compartment. Even a seat next to Malfoy and his poor-mouthed git friends would be more peaceful than this.

“I’ve heard enough about the two of you to last a lifetime,” you said, your tone cold. “You have big personalities, hard to miss even if I try.”

Fred chuckled. “We do tend to make an impression. And what’s your story, then? Hiding out in the shadows all these years?”

You could feel George’s gaze fixed on you, meeting his eyes an unreadable tension filled the room. Lee shrunk back in his seat, feeling just as awkward and confused.

Leaning back, “I just mind my own business, can’t say I’m very interested in disturbing the school with pranks.”

Fred, sensing the strange tension between you and his twin, perked up in his seat, drawing your stare back, away from his brother. “Well whatever your business is, it must be dreadfully boring if it doesn’t involve any fun. You know we could fix that for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “I think I’ll pass you up on the offer, thanks though.” Your voice deadpan as you returned your attention to your abandoned book.

The train rattled on, and though you tried to lose yourself in your book once more, you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that the Weasley twins' presence was going to make this final year at Hogwarts far more complicated than you’d expected.

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try again (osamu miya x f!reader)

Prologue; the end of beginning

warnings: read at ur own risk, slightly ooc but for good plot purpose

10 years and 6 months going strong with Osamu Miya. It started as a silly middle school relationship being first years growing up together, getting teased a picked on by friends, being at all his volleyball games until high school even talks about “middle school sweethearts”, “I want something like Yn and Osamu” floating around the people in school.

Life was beautiful, it was youthful, full of happiness and reasons to live for, people to die for, planning the future underneath the stars, the scent of oranges from the tree you two would lay under since your guys’ first year of high school that you had found on your walk home that now had your initials engraved in it signifying the ever lasting love you two believed you had.

“The soulmates” as you two would say, the smell of cigarettes that lingered and mixed with the oranges from the tree in high school due to the stress of finals, and the will to try something new and being cool, whatever that was for you. The giggles and soft kisses between conversations from two of you that stayed between each other and the urges to run away and start a small family, The lazily drunk make outs at parties. The rush and excitement from sneaking out just to see each other more, the family dinners you shared, the late night ramen texts, the secret sleepovers, the one time Atsumu actually caught you sleeping over. The jealousy from Atsumu because he didn’t find love quite like your guys’. Moving into college together with him helping you set up your dorm room, him sleeping and almost living in your dorm, The amazing food he made for you on your periods, or stuff he’d take you in between classes to try, The ideas he had for his own business, the thought of him proposing after college. It was all a fever dream…

“Are you seriously running away from all of this just because you think you can’t grow without me anymore?” you say screaming next to the orange tree where it was once filled with love, now with hurt, tears and pain.

“Yn, come on, we’re not fucking kids any more, I can’t keep wasting my time.” Osamu was exasperated, running his fingers through strands of hair in annoyance.

“So what, Was this was all some fucking pastime for you till you felt it was convenient to let go?” you yell, hitting his chest in a fit of rage.

“Back away from me Yn, I’m doing this for me,” He huffed, stepping back.

“Okay but what about us? You promised me,” you dropped to the grass in tears.

“That was years ago,” He crossed his arms and looked away while pausing. “I don’t have time for your pity party, Yn.”

“You’re a fucking joke Osamu,” you paused, eyes narrowing in anger, “I fucking hate you, for ruining all that we built.”

The palm of your hand met his face, his eyes widen in shock.

“I don’t understand why you can’t see that this is the only choice we fucking have! It doesn’t matter what you want, we’ll never grow if we stay together— I’LL never grow. I’ll be stuck chasing stupid dreams with you forever, I don’t want that, not any more, not ever.” Osamu spits out meaningless words, clutching onto his cheek as his heart raced in a flurry of rage.

“I hope this is worth it, I hope all this pain you're putting us through is fucking worth it. I’ll check out of this relationship as well. You’re not the only one that can turn heartless Osamu Miya,” you muttered while walking away from him, not bothering to spare him one final glance.

You left for college abroad after your second year of university in Japan. After you broke up with Osamu, you knew you needed to change your life and put as much distance between the two of you, for the sake of your mind and heart. You knew yourself, you knew that you’d fall back into whatever it was that you had with him, whether you were sober or not. For the first time, you needed to pick yourself, just how he did himself.

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[honeydixonn]

Scream My Name, Rafe Cameron

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rafe cameron was reckless and unstable. yet he could never seem to keep his eyes off of her. at every party and function she was there and his eyes followed. he would always watch the way she twirled and danced. the way the smoke pushed through her nostrils whenever she smoked. sometimes he craved to be the blunt she placed between her lips. but most of all he loved how she was his, even if she didn't know it yet. he watched her, made sure no one touched her, and protected her without hesitation but she never knew because he was too good at hiding it.

valentina araica craved his attention. she always hoped that one day she would catch him looking but she never did. she'd been crushing over him since freshman year. her friends called her crazy but she longed for the thrill and chase. she just wished it was him chasing her. she always thought that her plan of waiting for him to come to her, since she was too anxious, wouldn't work. but her doubts faltered when she caught him staring that night.

Spring felt empty. Working for his father all summer, drinking away his anger, and snorting lines of cocaine. All to suppress a feeling of loneliness without her presence.

He hadn't seen her since December when she came home for Christmas break, but it wasn't long enough. She was a craving, an addiction, and when she was gone it was like he'd go through withdrawal. Finding anything to cope without seeing her around town, hearing her laugh, and the long lasting scent of her perfume.

He craved her like an addict would heroin.

No one knew why Rafe Cameron was obsessive and possessive over her. Yet, he had been since middle school. Ever since she tripped over his backpack in the hallway she was always on his mind.

All he wanted was for her to talk to him, to acknowledge him but she never did. So instead he watched hoping one day he'd catch her looking instead.

It was the first party of the summer and nearly every teen in OBX would be there. She never came home for spring break so he didn't want to get his hopes up that she'd be back for summer.

He poured a small amount of white power on his finger before snorting it up through his nose. He needed a distraction in case he didn't see her tonight.

Rafe pushed his thoughts aside as he stepped off the motorcycle, looking up the at house flashing with lights and shaking with bass of the music. 

He rubbed his shaven head before entering the house. The strong aroma of weed and liquor entering his already burning nostrils. Pinching them briefly to subside the pain and stench of the air. His shoulders relaxed as he made his way to the bar, grabbing a shiny detailed glass pouring a long shot of whiskey.

A heavy hand clamped on his shoulder, aggravating him before he turned seeing Topper Thornton. "Your girl's here man." A smirk set on his drunken lips. "Who?" Rafe carelessly asked knowing they had been trying to set him up with countless women from Kildare Academy, but he wasn't having it.

He didn't want to focus on anyone else he just wanted her.

"Valentina, man. Sarah's with her by the stairs." Rafe lifted his drink up to his lips scanning the room and there she was, dancing in a little black dress hand in hand with his sister. A smile so big on her lips that he almost smiled.

"When did she come back?" He asked with a subtle grin, not taking his eyes from her seeing the way she moved freely. Topper snorted, crossing his arms watching the scene. "Apparently last night, Sean's already trying to get with her." His first closed so tight the whites of his knuckles shown.

He threw back the rest of his drink placing it harshly on the countertop. "Tell him to keep his nasty fucking hands to himself."  He stared angrily across the room at her, thinking of anyones hands but his touching her.

"Rafe, man, you might have to make your move this summer. Half the guys in here are wanting to get her in their beds before summers over." Topper rubbed his chin in worry, licking his teeth as he watched Rafe's eyes turn heavy with the thoughts running through his mind.

His teeth ground together as he bit the inside of his cheek and that's when she looked up. His heart stopped for a second seeing her eyes staring back into his, her breath visibly catching in her throat. He watched the way her brows furrowed and her cheeks blushed, but he couldn't tell if it was from him or the amount of alcohol she consumed.

He studied the way her pupils dilated under the light and how she took her lip between her teeth before she whispered in his sister's ear. "Shit, this is your summer, man!" Topped grabbed both his shoulders rocking them with excitement as she tore her eyes away from his. 

Valentina's hands drifted over her body as she and Sarah rocked their bodies with the music. She ran her nails through the blonde's hair lifting it from her neck. "Oh my gosh, thank you! My neck is so hot." Sarah breathed out in relief as she fanned her neck.

"No, you're just hot, Sarah Cameron." Valentina smirked playfully swaying her hair to the rhythm of their bodies. "We're hot, Vale." Sarah's lip turned up in return as the girl's finger placed on her lip in a hushing manner.

Valentina moved her head back with open mouthed smile, her pink tinted lip gloss glistening in the light. Sarah took her hands, raising them in the air as they danced together.

She fanned her neck as she swung the dark hair out of her face before her breath got caught up in her throat. His blue eyes staring at her with an unsettling expression. His lips pursued in anger with Sarah's ex speaking in his ear. "Sarah." The blonde hummed awaiting a response as they steadily swayed.

"Does your brother not like me?" Returning her teeth to her lips, nervously. "No, what? Why?" They stopped moving as Sarah turned seeing her brother's eyes staring into Valentina. "Oh, he's totally eye-fucking you right now, ew." She took her jaw between her fingers turning the tanned girl's head to face her.

"Ignore it for now. He probably still likes you." She went back to dancing not noticing the smallest turn on Valentina's lips.

Still.

Her head rushed with blood, excitement running its course through her body. Thoughts rushing through her head, maybe this was her summer.

[lunerat]

I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS HIIII

Last song: Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan- I am a very predictable bisexual

Favorite color: orange! at first I started saying this because no one else ever picks it, but it just grew on me. It is literally such a shame I look bad in it.

Last book: Carmilla, my first vampire novel since The Vampire Lestat

Last movie: I think it was technically Cars... I was taking care of a 2 year old

Last show: Gravity Falls

also Blue Eye Samurai IS so good. I actually had poor expectations at first but it really surprised me!! (context, my dad is a mixed person with blue eyes. I won't say its not good rep, but we are not starving for blue eyed half asians in media. And honestly I was worried the story would be centered around the white father. But holy shit it was so much more than that. Exceeded my expectations like you wouldn't believe)

Sweet/spicy/savory: I love bitter + sweet combos, and also really like spicy

Last thing I searched: Was trying to remember the name of Anne Rice's book so literally "book with the douchy french vampire"

Current Obsession: Gravity Falls augh ugh uuuughhhhh this started up again bc I wanted something to watch on the train

Looking Forward To: I'm moving in February to a town away from my family for the first time (I've moved out before, just not so far away). I'm going back to school which will be really exciting. In the meantime I need to make time for all my irl friends here.

Sorry, my silly ass got distracted

@cheshiregrinfu @chaoticgremlinbrainspace @chimgichanga

tag game!

(making my own post cause the og was getting long)

thanks @ph0to-of-a-gh0st !

Last song: Don’t Want It by Lil Nas X

Favorite color: not too long ago i would have said blue‚ but i’ve really been appreciating green lately. like a nice sage green

Last book: i’m gonna be honest here. i haven’t read for fun in a hot minute. Elsevier’s Veterinary Assisting Textbook.

Last movie: i think Klaus? funny as hell‚ great animation 10/10

Last show: Bob’s Burgers

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet forever and ever

Last thing I searched: … “wizard cat meme”

Current Obsession: you know i’m on that once a year minecraft phase baby

Looking forward to: going home after work and getting the package i’ve been waiting for :) its a cool little shelf for my room

tagging (no pressure) @akwardunicorn17 @motherscarf @bluebayard @soofoo-s @wearesungreenmylove @holyheart @nauseakills @nausikaaa @istradion @timehangsbyathread

if anyone else wants to do it just pretend i tagged ya 🦝🦝🦝

[bloody-arty-myths]

Not some people trying to convince ME that I’m ungrateful 💀🤡

[anaalnathrakhs]

love this part of my life where the things that are difficult but challenging and good for me are things i can stop and skip and halfass, but the things that are difficult and painful and pointless are the things i have to live with no matter what

[rubber-glovs]

Oooohhh the urge to yap about my ocs and the world they live in......

[ectonurites]

my sophomore year of high school truly was nuts bc my mom would be like. crying about how we were on the verge of homelessness while she was trying to afford getting through the divorce and proving to the court that we did need to maintain the emergency restraining order we had with my dad and then i'd just have to like. go to school to take the PSAT

[doerot]

So.

[liebelesbe]

idk if visiting my old school was good or bad for my mental health :/

[haasegawa]

.

[yuribalisms]

I need to uproot my entire life and start from scratch or I’m gonna go insane

[seilon]

still don’t really know if I’ll return to Art School after this gap semester but. guess im back in norcal for now. ah how ive missed Living Near Things