#who does the bare minimum in gym class

[everydaydenki]

[mrrharper]

The Jocks Of Dark Forest College

They say stereotypes aren't real and one shouldn't judge anyone based on these preconceived notions. Well, they forgot to tell Dark Forest College. This place was like out of a 4/10 comedy. There were nerds with their glasses and button up shirts who spent their whole time either studying or worrying about exams. There were rich assholes to whom getting good grades came easily, leaving a lot of time to keep up their unearned social status. Obviously, a group of politically conscious activists could also be found, people who used the campus as one big soapbox and fought for whatever their cause was. 

And then there were the jocks. Unquestioned leaders, alphas even, of the whole student body. Members of the football, soccer, hockey, wrestling and baseball teams, into which the school pumped enormous amounts of public and private funds. It was easiest to find them studying sports management or health and nutrition. Obviously they were not present during most lectures, and their GPAs were just barely above the NCAA minimum for sports scholarships. They were strong and arrogant meatheads, gym bros dumb as rocks who spent their days either working out, running through drills or broing out with their bros. They were the powerhouse of Dark Forest's Greek Row, controlling most fraternities and fucking most sororities. 

With one major exception.

Darren Frost was meant to be a dumb jock. He was a junior playing on the Dark Forest Blackbirds football team, one of their most dangerous weapons on defense. A cornerback expected to be a top 5 pick in the draft class he would one day be a part of. His numerous interceptions, flashy tackles and defensive touchdowns made him a household name, a campus celebrity. And yet he was not a cocky meathead. He majored in economics with a minor in sociology. His grades never fell below a very respectable level. He was the recipient of both athletic and academic scholarships. And he never boasted about his sexual conquest. At one point there was even a rumor going around that he had a thing for a guy in high school. He was the exception to every rule of Dark Forest social life. And nature does not like exceptions. At least not the nature of Dark Forest College.

Every year in April the Blackbirds threw a giant campus-wide celebration for the athletes that were leaving their teams because they were graduating or they were drafted by the NFL or other major sports leagues. The so-called Draft Class Graduation was the biggest social event during the summer semester outside of maybe the actual graduation ceremony. The Dean was always orchestrating the whole thing himself, publicly thanking all soon-to-be former student athletes for deciding to play with the Dark Forest logo on their jerseys. Then, the crowds of rowdy jocks filled all bars and clubs around campus and partied the whole night, drinking booze and fucking chicks along the way.

Darren was always very uncommitted when it came to being a part of the partying culture at DFC. He went to the Draft Class Graduation during his first year on the team, which he did not particularly enjoy. That’s why the next year he just skipped the whole thing against the clear expectations of his teammates. He went out with his bros every now and then, but not as frequently as some of the other guys. He also infamously never drank as much as most athletes. Now he was on the finish line of his junior year and he planned on doing things exactly the same as the year prior - attend the formal part of the ceremony, talk a bit to the guys he knew and go home while the rest of the team went out to get black out drunk in some sleazy bar.

His teammates had other plans, however. After all speeches were done people started slowly leaving the campus grounds for the dozen or so bars that offered student discounts for the day. What Darren wanted to do at that point was to quietly and quickly leave the crowd of hyped up students and get to his dorm on the opposite side of DFC's campus. Instead, right after the Dean said his final words he was surrounded by almost the entire defensive line.

"yer comin' with us bruh" Drake, a defensive end, took a step forward "ya know yer comin' dude."

"Guys" Darren smiled as he looked at the group of football players standing in front of him. "Ya know these kinds of parties or whatever aren't my thing. Also, remember we have practice tomorrow at 2. Don't wanna be hungover doing drills" He chuckled a bit. The guys grinned but didn't move.

"bruh, who cares about practice, that's tomorrow brah" Another player, Travis, came out of the crowd. "today we party dude!"

"heard a bunch of chicks from Epsilon Omega are goin' to The Blaze man! think 'bout all that wet pussy bro!" Chris, a defensive lineman, chimed in. The Blaze was famously the favorite club of the entire football team. 

Darren listened to his teammates trying to convince him to join them. He marveled at how single-minded they all seemed. When they thought about going out, it was literally all they could think about. And when they were on the field, their minds were completely set on the game or drill they were doing. This was what seemed to set him apart from the rest of his team--

"so dude? yer comin', right bro?" Drake looked Darren right in the eyes, an arrogant smirk on his face. "am not takin' no for an answer dude, ya gotta live the jock life bruh"

Darren sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn't really have any plan for what to do that evening, there was nothing important happening the next day, except that 2PM practice. He could, potentially, go and order just one drink, then excuse himself early. 

"Okay, okay, I'll go. Damn, y'all are a giant pain in the ass" He finally caved, and was met with all the guys patting him on the back, as well as a few whistles and cheers. They all chuckled and made their way towards the club.

When they arrived at the establishment, the entire space was very much packed. When they entered through the door though, the crowd immediately made space for the jocks. They were royalty in this club and they were very much treated as such. The Blackbirds' defensive line confidently walked up to a big table towards the back and moments later it was free for them to sit at. Darren was not fully comfortable with being treated that way, he'd have no problem just standing, leaning by the wall and sipping on his drink, but the rest of the guys made sure he came exactly where they went.

After making sure everyone in their immediate surroundings knew that the football team claimed these tables as theirs, the jocks began leaving to order, talk or flirt. Darren was one of the first to stand up and walk up to the bar, not wanting Drake or Chris to moan that he was not “livin the jock life". He ordered a drink with barely any alcohol in it, conscious of the practice he would have to go through tomorrow. As he did he saw a few of the guys already trying to pick up girls who started moving towards the athletes' sable the moment they came into the club. Almost every player on the team seemed to sleep with a different chick every week, and while Darren did not have much of a problem with that, it just wasn't how he did things. While his bisexuality was more or less evenly split he was on a guy-only streak recently. He experienced a few hookups with girls from DFU though, and they didn’t really satisfy him. He was looking for something more that casual sex and--

"dude, yer drinkin this fag shit?" Travis looked at Darren as he sat down at their table. "broooooooo, ya gotta taste some real shit bro" And with one swift move he took Darren's drink away from him and replaced it with a bottle of beer, the same one Travis had in his hand. "once ya taste this stuff, yer never gonna buy that fairy shit again, bruh". 

Darren looked at the bottle that was now standing in front of him. He didn't recognize the brand or the type, but he was not an avid drinker so he just assumed it was some less popular beer other guys from the team really liked. He took a sip. It did not taste good, it was way too sour and much more carbonated for him to even remotely enjoy the taste. But again, not wanting Trevor to harass him about this, he slowly worked his way through the content of the bottle, one small sip at a time.

The beer took surprisingly little time getting to his head. Not 5 minutes after getting through the entire bottle Darren felt slightly dizzy. Surprised by this, he inspected the bottle but found nothing that would suggest the alcohol was particularly strong. He put the bottle on the table and looked around, watching his teammates dance in the middle of the bar, talking up random girls or being surrounded by them. They were celebrities here and it showed.

“hey, gorgeous” Darren was suddenly startled by a feminine voice coming from his right. He turned his head and saw a young woman, wearing a crop top and shorts - both very revealing, standing next to him and looking at his arms. He looked at her face and saw hunger in her eyes - she had a very clear goal in mind.

“Uhhh, hey” He responded, half-whispering, before putting on his standard, confident voice. “You need anything?” The woman giggled in reply. She then sat down beside him and put her hand on his biceps.

“Oh, there certainly is something” She gently squeezed his arm. “And I think you already know what it is.” Her hand started traveling up his arm, reaching his shoulder that she started slowly massaging, while also putting her other hand on his thigh.

Darren indeed knew what the woman wanted, but he himself didn’t really want for anything to happen between him and any woman tonight. He just wasn't in the mood for sex, and the continuous buzzing in his head caused by this weird beer Travis gave him certainly didn’t help.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s not gonna happen tonight.” Darren said, as he gently took off the woman’s arm that had been feeling up his arms. “I don’t think you’ll have much problem finding more eager guys here.” He chuckled lightly, hoping the woman would leave him and look for some of his teammates. She looked at him for a few long seconds without saying a thing, which made Darren slightly uncomfortable, but before he had a chance to react she stood up.

“Well in that case, have a good night my gorgeous jock.” She smiled at him once again, then left and disappeared in the crowd. Darren felt like there was something slightly sinister in her last sentence, but dismissed the feeling. Damn, he needed some water, that beer was not good for his head.

“bro, what the fuck dude?” Drake suddenly appeared by his side. He was shirtless and sweaty, with signs of lipstick on his upper body suggesting he had already found a girl to get some action with. “did ya see these tits bro? guys would kill for Beth to come to them out of her own, and ya just let her go man?”

“You may not believe it, but I’m not always in the mood for sex” Darren rolled his eyes.

“exactly bruh, i don’t believe ya dude, yer a jock bro” Drake came up to him and put his arm around Darren’s shoulder “so ya should be horny as fuck bruh, like 24/7 or somethin’ like that” He then scratched his crotch, his cock visibly hard under his shorts.

“Sure, man” Darren didn’t really know how to respond so he got himself out of Drake’s arm and walked up to the bar to get something to drink. But when he got here and was ready to order, he felt that he was holding something. He looked down to see a bottle of that weird beer Travis gave him in his hand. Only it wasn’t his empty bottle. This one was full, unopened even. How did it-- damn, that buzzing in his head just wouldn’t stop. What was he planning to do? Oh yeah, get something to drink. He looked at the bottle for a moment. Then, as if driven by muscle memory, he opened the bottle and took a large sip. This didn’t taste that bad. Well, duh, if it tasted bad he wouldn’t have bought it. Wow, he was such a dumbass sometimes. Darren grinned to himself and made his way back to the football team’s table.

He was immediately surrounded by a few of his bros. Propped up by tons of alcohol, they were loud and obnoxious, making crude jokes and expecting Darren to join in. For now he just sipped on his beer and listened to the conversations happening around him, while trying to ignore the buzzing in his head. Travis and, uhhh… Brett? Was it Brett? No, wait, it was Travis and… Brandon, yes, Brandon. Brandon and Travis were loudly discussing how one of them has been juggling two chicks at the same time, and both found this hilarious. Darren felt inclined to follow their conversation, but when he tried to focus on what they were saying too much he felt the pain in his head intensify.

“bro, i’m tellin’ ya, yer dick feels great when ya give it fresh pus every week”

“yeah dude, that sounds sick, but ya know how chicks are… i bet Jessica would bitch about, like, infidelity or exclusivity or some other bullshit, i mean how do you make sure these chicks don’t get mad as fuck?”

Darren found this conversation weirdly fascinating. Normally he would steer away from any discussion like that, as he didn’t really like to listen as his teammates describe their dating life and strategies for hookups in detail. 

“bro, there’s one correct answer here - ya don’t tell ‘em dawg!” Wait, who said that? He did? Wow, that was unexpected. Except, why would it be? He was just talking with his bros, it would be unexpected if he didn’t join the conversation, right? Right?

“exactly bruh” Travis burst out laughing as he patted Darren on the back. “that’s what i’m talkin’ about. why the fuck would they have to know, i’m the one who’s the source of anythin’ good in their lives huhuhuhuh”. Brandon and Darren joined in, chuckling like idiots.

The discussion continued and Darren found himself in this weird state where he was sure he was taking part in conversations with his bros, joking and talking about getting chicks for a quick fuck, but at the same time his brain seemed to not register most of what was happening around him. He knew what was happening right in that moment, but what happened just a moment ago? A blank void. The party at the bar kept on going and Darren was an active part of that, always by his bros’ side but everything seemed disconnected from reality, somehow.

He was sitting by their table, officiating an arm wrestling competition between the linebackers. A moment later he’s standing by the bar watching as a teammate of his gets a girl to go to the bathroom with him. Suddenly he’s leaning against the wall and looking at some hot guy’s ass.

Darren blinked and looked around. He didn’t remember going to the bathroom. He looked down. There was a chick down there, slowly unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. I took him a moment to register what was going around him and in that time the girl - wait, was that, ugh… Betty… or, Brittney… yeah, Betty, that chick form earlier - turned around and put her bare ass in front of his dick.

“You promised action. Now deliver, my football star” she purred. Darren looked at her hole and was overcome by some instinct he didn’t recognize.

“Fuck yeah” he growled and got ready for his next conquest. Wait, conquest? His brain didn’t have time to process this thought though because his mind turned off just as he pushed his cock deeper.

Darren slowly opened his eyes. Fuck, he felt as if his head was about to explode. What… what was… he was… ugh, damn that fucking headache. Oh, yeah! He got drunk at a bar with his team. Why did he agree to drink so much booze—

Wait. Where was he? Darren looked around. He wasn’t at the bar, and he wasn’t in his dorm room. Maybe some kind of office? No no no, it didn't look like that either. God, why were the lights so bright? Darren raised his hand to cover his eyes— what the fuck? Why was he wearing his uniform? He looked down and yeah, he was in full gear, as if just before a game. Something was very wrong.

A silhouette appeared in front of him. Darren narrowed his eyes and recognized Drake, one of his teammates, also in full gear, walking up to him holding a protein shake in his hand

”take that, brah” His bro said, extending his hand with the shaker to Darren, who eagerly accepted it, suddenly very hungry. He then quickly drank the whole mixture. It tasted of peanut butter and banana, his favorite flavor.

”Thanks dude” Darren smiled Drake and gave him back the shaker, who in return slapped him on the shoulder and took a few steps back, now standing on the side of the room, which… wait, it was a locker room! His eyes now used to the lighting, he recognized the rows of lockers on the sides and the familiar smell of sweat reached his nostrils.

”What… what’s happening, Drake?” He asked, but the other football player did not react, standing still in the corner, looking straight with his arms behind his back. Only then did Darren realize that he was tied to the chair, ropes going around his abdomen and legs.

“What the fuck?” He muttered to himself, the headache still going. He tried to get Drake’s attention a few more times, but without much success. 

The door to the locker room opened and an older man wearing a very expensive suit walked inside. The man was holding something in his hand, it looked like a football helmet. Darren looked up as he stood in front of him.

”I’m glad to see you’re awake.” Darren furrowed his brow. That voice sounded a lot like that of Dean Prescott. Wait, what was he doing here?

”Sir… what am I doing here?” He asked. “And what time is it… I have practice at 2 and—”

”Oh, yes, the practice.” the Dean laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you’ll be there. Oh, don’t you worry about that. But first, I have one more thing to take care of.” With that, he put the helmet he was holding on Darren’s head, then looked him right in the eyes.

”You’ve been a pain in my ass for three years now, but finally I’m going to sort out the mess you’ve created.” The man said as a weird buzz suddenly surrounded Darren’s mind. The sound was extremely annoying, not loud enough to keep him from hearing what the Dean was saying, but loud enough that he couldn’t ignore it. Thankfully the helmet’s visor stopped the light in the room from assaulting Darren’s tired eyes.

”The entire time I’ve been the dean at Dark Forest I made sure everything worked perfectly. And that involved making sure that every student had a very specific role to play while attending my school. It’s way easier to control what’s going on when everyone behaves in predictable ways.” A smirk appeared on the older man’s face as he slowly walked up to Drake, who was still standing like a statue. “Nerds, theater kids, rich assholes” He put his hand around Drake’s shoulders “and of course jocks.” Dean’s hand moved south until it encountered Drake’s biceps. The man gave it a firm squeeze, a cocky smirk clearly displayed on his face. Darren watched the scene in pure confusion, not understanding why Drake didn’t react to Prescott acting like a weirdo-- fuck, that buzzin’ made it hard to concentrate, bro.

“Ever since I’ve started my program to make sure every member of the student strictly conformed to the role that I assigned them I’ve encountered no hiccups.” The Dean turned back towards Darren. “Take our man Drake Harris for example, he’s been incredibly easy to steer onto his correct path. Do you know he used to be a member of a glee club in high school?” He let out a hollow laugh “What insanity! But all it took was one two-hour football practice and Harris was a proud meathead, incapable of thinking about theater ever again. He’s now the jock he’s supposed to be. Right, Mr. Harris?” The Dean looked at Drake, who in response moved, his body shifting into an arrogant stance and a grin appearing on his face, then said:

“Yeah, dude” Drake’s voice was weirdly neutral, lacking some of his usual bravado and sounding a bit robotic. “I am a dumb jock. I work out every day. My IQ is lower than 80 and I have no interest in studying. I fuck every gril I want, and I fuck as many girls as I want. I am the alpha in the room. I am the greatest player this school has ever seen.” After he was finished, he went back to his previous stance, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead.

Darren looked at this whole scene with wide eyes, the buzz fading into the background as the implications of what he’s heard registered in his head.

“What are you..” He started speaking, only to realize his speech was a bit slurred, making him sound kinda drunk. Or kinda dumb. “Uhhh… so you, like… turn students into walking stereotypes?” Damn, why was it suddenly so hard for him to form a sentence and say it?

“I guess you could say so.” Dean Prescott moved towards Darren, stopping in front of him and looking down. “And you are the first obstacle I’ve encountered. You, Mr. Frost, were supposed to be just like Harris and the rest, a dumb brute who gets his brain turned into paste. But you just had to be all smart and academically successful.” He spoke the last few words with a high-pitched, mocking tone. “Oh, and gay. Or bi or whatever. God, what a disaster, a football player who gets fucked in the ass, disgusting.” He then looked at the watch on his wrist, chuckled and looked at Darren sitting speechless in front of him. “But this problem too is going to be solved in just a moment. The protein shake should have been absorbed by your body by now and the helmet is about to finish the priming stage.” 

“What’s gonna… happen to me…” Darren drawled, the buzzing growing in intensity and the headache coming back with more force. The older man leaned in and looked him in the eye.

“I’m gonna make sure you’ll turn into the dumb jock you were supposed to be form the moment you first stepped foot on this campus.”

Suddenly, the visor exploded with light, blinking images quickly appeared on it and then disappeared before Darren’s brain could register what was on them. The buzzing got so loud he could barely hear the Dean talking, even though he was standing right in front of him.

“Just a few minutes of this and you’ll be just one of dozens of dumb jocks of Dark Forest.”

Darren opened his eyes, surprised by some loud noise right in front of him. He blinked a few times and grinned. Chris had just slapped Brandon in the ass with a towel. Everyone was laughing at them and Darren quickly joined in. He looked around. He was in the football team’s locker room but couldn’t really remember--

“ey brah!” Drake, who was sitting right next to him, punched him in the shoulder “ya alright dude? cause yer lookin’ like ya just woke up bro. or maybe ya got distracted thinkin' bout Betty's wet pussy”

“nah, am fine, just…” Darren didn’t know what he wanted to say, so he just sat with his mouth slightly ajar, a dumb expression on his face, images of some chick's ass flooding his brain. He started drooling and scratched his crotch, while Drake just laughed in response.

“dude, yer so fuckin dense brah” He put on his helmet, still chuckling. Darren followed suit, putting on his own and taking his mouth guard in his hand.

“am a football player bro, ain’t gonna find no Einsteins here dude” He responded, a grin appearing on his face. Then he flexed both his arms, his biceps bulging under his skin. “just a bunch of fuckin’ meatheads, amirite bro?”

“fuckin A brah” Drake said. Then they exchanged fistbumps and stood up.

“ya ready for some fuckin’ football, bros?” Darren shouted to the rest of his teammates and got a bunch of ‘fuck yeahs’ in response. “then let’s fuckin go brahs!” He said and ran towards the field.

[sgstories123]

Mystery Man At Mel’s Party In Marina

“Grab’s waiting.” Max called out to his sister impatiently.

“Yeah, okay. Don’t need to nag like mum. We are in time for the party.” Mel responded, pissed. She looked at her twin brother who was dressed in a burgundy casual jacket over a tight white t-shirt and black jeans. He had even put on CK One as the familiar scent reached her nose. Her brother had been working out in the gym. She had not realised before but the time and effort seemed to have paid off. Max was sporting larger biceps, a broader chest and chiseled abs. What a sexy body, she thought to herself, her irritation at her brother already subsiding by the sight of the muscular body.

Max and Mel had been invited to Leonard’s party last week and since then, he had been looking forward to it. Leonard was one of the richest guy in their class. He drives a silver Porsche 911 to school and wears branded stuff from head to toe. At the end of every semester, he would throw a party at some posh hotel. Everyone wants to be invited to his parties as it was rumoured to be wild and extravagant. But Leonard is very selective and only about 10 to 20 people are invited each year. The pretty girls in the class are often on top of his list. But Leonard changes his girlfriends so often that many are already struck off the list.

Mel was lucky this year to be in Leonard’s group for his Marketing class. As usual, she worked hard on the project and despite the rest of the group doing the bare minimum, they managed to get a Distinction for the module. Leonard was so pleased to get his first Distinction in his university life that he had reserved a place for Mel.

When Leonard heard that Mel had a twin brother in their class, he was surprised that two very different persons can be so closely related. “How can you be twins? You don’t look alike? Fuck! You are not even of the same gender.” Leonard had asked Max.“So, does that mean Mel has a dick?” Max was happy to go along with the joke and this endeared him to Leonard. Before the end of the semester, he found he to had an invitation to the party.

Max looked at Mel who was dressed in a long, shimmering blue dress, her front drawn low to expose the deep cleavage and ample breasts. A thin black belt accentuated her hourglass figure, spotlighting her assets. His cock stirred. Fuck! He told himself. That’s your sister. But a devilish voice responded immediately. That’s natural. You are only a man. Remember. The greatest queen of Egypt, Cleopatra, married her own brother.

Max shook off the thoughts. After spending one semester reading Egyptian history as an elective and that was what he remembered? What a waste of time. Back to the present, Max, he told himself resolutely.

An hour later, they stepped into the presidential suite at a hotel in the Marina Bay Area. Most of the guests were already there.

“Mel!” Nicole, Mel’s best friend shouted across the room. Nicole hurried over with champagne glasses in her hands. “Here! Take one! This is very nice!” Nicole seemed a little intoxicated as she swayed lightly on her feet. She must have arrived much earlier and helped herself to too many drinks. Nicole’s boyfriend, Abdul, walked behind her and held her by the waist, bending down to give her a quick peck on her cheeks. “You okay?” Abdul asked. “Yes, Sir!” Nicole responded. Abdul was an Army regular and took a scholarship to further his studies in the university. He was in his early forties and Mel was surprised when Nicole told her that they were together. “Why? You have a thing for father-figure?” Mel had asked Nicole. “Nope. I have a thing for military uniforms. He looked so cool in that uniform. And, of course being older, he knows a few more things when it comes to sex.” Nicole confessed. “You slut!” Mel laughed at Nicole. “You should try an older man some day, Mel. Preferably a Malay. They are circumcised and feel different from Chinese cocks.” Nicole was a self-professed sex expert.

“Hey Max! Come over here! I got something to show you.” Leonard, the host of the party had emerged from the bedroom. A group of guys had gathered around him and they seemed to be passing something small around, laughing nervously. Mel was curious and walked over to the group. When the group saw them approaching, they popped something into their mouth, washed it down with drinks and dispersed quickly. “What’s that?” Mel pulled Max over, whispering harshly. “Are you taking drugs?” Max pushed Mel’s hand away. “It is not what you think it is. Just something fun and harmless. Legit, okay?”

Mel was not convinced She walked over to Leonard who was now sitting in the sofa, looking out towards a floor-to-ceiling glassed window overlooking the Marian Bay Area, lighted by the street and building lights. It was a beautiful sight that only those with the money can buy. She sat down next to Leonard, her sisterly instinct kicking in. “Leonard, what did you give Max? Is it drugs?” Leonard turned and smiled at her. “You want some?” Mel was aware that several people around them including Leonard’s latest girlfriend Cheries was looking at her in amusement. “No. I mean I am not prudish or anything. I have taken them before. I just want to know.” Leonard laughed in his usual cocky manner. “Then it doesn’t matter.” He ignored her and took a sip from his drink.

Cherie seemed to be jealous that Mel had sat next to her boyfriend. She moved closer to Leonard, pressing her body against his, her arms wrapped protectively around him, signalling to Mel that she should move away as Leonard belongs to her.

“Look, Mel! Don’t worry, okay. It is a party! Just have fun.” Leonard leaned further back on the sofa. Cherie decided to take things up a notch further. She unzipped Leonard’s pants, took out his cock and started sucking on it. She was adamant to let Mel know that Leonard belongs to him.

Mel took the hint and turned to get up from the sofa. But Leonard pulled her down back on the sofa. He looked at her with half-closed eyes, obviously enjoying Cherie’s blowjob. He put a hand around her neck and pulled her closer to him, whispering “It was Viagra. I gave all the boys Viagra. You don’t need Viagra, do you?” He laughed, cockily, seeing everything as a big joke. He took out a small pill box from his jacket and popped out two red pills. “But you may want one of this. It is good.” He shoved one into Mel’s hands and lifting Cherie’s head from his cock, popped one into her mouth. Cherie seemed to know what the pill was. She washed the pill down with her drink before resuming with her blowjob.

Mel realised that her other classmates were looking at her. Feeling pressured, she popped the pill into her mouth as nonchalantly as she could and washed it down with champagne. She did not know what it was, but it cannot be too bad. No one has died or got into trouble at Leonard’s parties before. Anyway, Cheries has taken it too, she reasoned. But she was curious. What was it she has taken.

“How are you feeling?” Leonard asks her. “Fine. I don’t feel anything. Was it a placebo? You up to your silly tricks again?” Mel came to a sudden realisation that it may be another one of Leonard’s silly pranks. “It is an aphrodisiac for women. I thought you may be envious that Max has Viagra so I gave you something that it more appropriate for you.” Leonard laughed. “Not working, Leonard. I have no inclination to have sex.” Mel tried to sound cool.

But the pill seemed to be affecting Cherie. Her face was flushed and she had started taking off her clothes. When she took off her bra and panties, the guests hooted with joy. She proceeded to remove Leonard’s clothes before straddling him reverse cowboy style while Leonard was still seated on the sofa. She was bouncing herself on his stiff cock, as she moaned in pleasure. Some of the other guests took the opportunity to hug and kiss each other, catching up with the main act.

Mel had a first row seat to the show put up by Leonard and Cherie. Leonard was still holding on to her hand and it felt warm and comfortable. With his clothes off, Mel realised that Leonard had quite a muscular and sexy body. She touched his chest, enjoying the smooth touch of his skin, before resting on his hard nipple. Without realising it, she was already sucking on his nipple, her arms caressing his body.

Leonard grunted, shoving his hips upwards against Cherie, as he flooded her with his man juice. He held on to her, enjoying the last bit of pleasure as his cock pulsed with pleasure. When his cock had been drained, he pushed Cherie off to the floor and pulled Mel down to suck on his cock. As Mel started sucking on his cock, he deftly moved his arms under her long dress and removed her panties. His fingers found her love hole. Expertly, he pried them open with his fingers before inserting them in slowly. Mel gasped in pleasure as his fingers drew love juice from with her.

This time, Leonard wanted a cowgirl position. He helped Mel removed her dress before getting her to straddle facing him. Mel was surprised that Leonard could get hard again so quickly after having just fucked Cherie. His cock found her hole easily and slid into her. Leonard’s cock was providing so much pleasure that she blacked out for an instance. When she came to, Leonard was guzzling on her breasts like a baby while she was riding on his cock. Cherie was still lying on the floor after her session with Leonard. But one guy was eating her pussy and the other was trying to get her to give him a blowjob. Before she could see if the guy was successful in getting his cock into Cherie’s unconscious mouth, she was pushed by Leonard. She was now leaning upside down, her hands on the floor for support. Leonard had decided to stand up and do a pile driver. Her hands were too weak to support her but Leonard was holding on to her legs, pulling her upwards while he drove his cock deep down into her. She screamed as the cock went in so deep that her juices splashed out. It was the largest surge of orgasmic pleasure that she ever felt. She blacked out again.

When she woke up, she was on the floor, Cherie was not around any more. She vaguely remember Leonard laughing in her ear. “The pill is working very well, it seems. Have fun. The night is still young.” She tried to sit up but found herself too weak. As she crawled towards the sofa, someone held on to her ass. Before she could turn around to see who it was, she felt a hard cock being shoved into her love hole. She winced with pleasure. Her vagina had become so sensitive that there was too much pleasure for her to handle. She collapsed, her hands no longer able to support her. But this only lifted her ass, allowing the person behind her to shove his cock deeper into her. She moaned, letting herself succumb to the pleasure.

There was nothing else to do as she was too weak to move away. As she was being fucked from behind, she tried to look around her. It seems a full fuck fest was going on. Everywhere, her friends were making out. On the sofa. On the floor. On the bar. Against the wall. And she saw Cherie sandwiched fucked by two guys. She tried to see if the guy behind was fucking Cherie’s ass or was Cherie taking in two cocks in her cunt. But the guy fucking her had increased his pace. She closed her eyes as she released another round of her juice, wetting the carpet. The guy slapped her ass, as he also followed her, releasing his love juice next to hers on the carpet. Mel laid down exhausted. She turned around and saw that the person who had just fucked her was Teck Meng.

Fuck. She cursed herself. Teck Meng was nerdy, fat and pimply. But he was also brilliant in his studies. Leonard probably invited him to the party so that he can borrow his notes or get him to help him with his assignments. She needed to get away. It will be bad for her reputation if anyone saw her being fucked by Teck Meng. There will be no end to the snide remarks and callous jokes.

She managed to get to the sofa and lifted herself up. She walked unsteadily towards the bar and tried to sit down on one of the high stools. She lost her balance and almost fell but were grabbed by a pair of muscular hands. “You okay?” It was Abdul. “Yes, Sir!” Mel replied. Why was she mimicking Nicole, Mel thought to herself. It was weird. Like everyone else in the room, Abdul was naked. Nicole was right. Abdul’s circumcised cock looked different. “Fuck me, Sir!” Mel was surprised at what came out of her mouth. Was she crazy? Did she say that because she wanted Abdul’s cock? How can she betray Nicole like that?

But it was too late. Abdul had accepted the invitation and swept down, hugging her tightly and kissing her, his tongue invading every single crevice he could find. His hands attacked her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples, sending her into waves of pleasure. He moved down quickly, squatting in front of her, licking and sucking her vagina as she tried to balance herself on the high stool while lost in her pleasure. Nicole was right. Abdul knows one or two things about giving pleasure. She has never felt this way before. Before long, she came again, squirting her love juice all over Abdul’s head, as she held tightly on to his short hair, her legs clamping hard against him, as her pleasure rode out in waves.

“My turn.” Abdul whispered softly as he carried Mel up in his strong muscular arms. He took Mel’s seat and sat her down on his cock, reverse cowgirl style. As Abdul leaned forwards, he turned Mel’s head up and kissed her. His hand supported her body, squeezing her breasts as he did so. As he pushed his cock into her, he pushed her forwards, allowing his cock to enter deeper into Mel. Mel gasped, as his cock brushed hard against her upper vagina walls, pressing against her pleasure points repeatedly. She was facing the window with the view of Marina Bay. There were fewer vehicles on the road now. It must be getting late. It was then that she caught sight of Nicole. She was lying side by side with Leonard near the window, doing a 69. She turned around to look at Abdul, hoping that he did not see Nicole cheating on him.

“Don’t think too much.” Abdul seemed to sense what was on Mel’s mind. “Everyone is just having fun at the party.” He pushed her down and stood up. Mel had her hands on the floor and her thighs held high by Abdul. In a wheelbarrow position, Abdul pushed deep into Mel, thrusting deeper with each stroke, eliciting screams of pleasure, each louder than the last. Mel was writhing in pleasure as her juices squirted uncontrollably out of her, each wave larger than the last. She tried to stay conscious but again she blacked out as her body could not take it any more. By the time she regained consciousness, she was lying on the floor near the bar. Abdul was nowhere to be found.

She laid down for a while, looking at her friends who seemed to be still engaged in sex all around the room. She sat up and saw a pair of legs jutting up from behind the bar. She crew over, curious to know who was behind the bar. It was Qing Long, the exchange student from China. He played basketball for his university and was very tall at 1.9 metres. Mel had avoided talking to him because his height always made her feel intimated. But now that he is lying down, he actually looked quite cute with his boyish charm and pale skin. The thing that most interested Mel was his cock. It looked so thick and long, and it was not even hard yet. Maybe tall guys have longer and larger dicks?

Mel could not stop herself and started sucking on it. She was getting to be quite a slut. As she sucked on it, she could feel it growing harder and longer. She was going to give up when she felt a hand stroking her hair. She turned and saw that Qing Long had woken up and was now sitting up. He smiled at her and helped her on her feet. Pressing her against the wall, he pushed his hard cock into her, fucking her in a standing position. Mel gasped as the long thick cock penetrated her. This was too good. But he was too tall and had to bend his knees awkwardly. He lifted both of her legs, carrying her. Her whole body was now resting on his cock, forcing her to accept his whole length. Mel blacked out again as the cock reached deeper than any other cock before Qing Long’s. She felt her vagina gagging, just like she would gag when taking in too large a cock in her mouth. She held onto Qing Long tightly, begging him to finish quickly, as she could not take it any more. He responded by banging her hard against the wall, finishing violently, in several hard, deep strokes. He released her, setting her down onto the floor. Mel was exhausted as she watched Qing Long’s man juice flow out of her sore vagina.

“You done?” It was Bryan, another exchange student from Finland. He had been popular with the girls, with his blonde hair and blue eyes. Qing Long nodded and walked away. Without even asking Mel, he pulled her up and led her into the bedroom. The bedroom was dark and was lit up by the lights of the main room when the door was opened. Mel could see several bodies on the large bed and on the floor, engaged in sex. Familiar, soft, moaning noises were heard throughout the room. It was an orgy over here.

But Bryan did not intend to share her. He pushed her into the bathroom where it was empty and brightly lit. He turned her to face the mirror over the sink, parted her legs and started fucking her from behind. Mel could see herself in the mirror. There were patches of dried sperm all over her body, including on her hair and face. Bryan was squeezing her breasts but he did not look as if he was interested in her. From the mirror, Mel realised Bryan was a selfish lover, only interested in his own pleasure. He was just staring at his own cock plunging her hole, not even looking at her. Thrusting without much emotion, he came quickly, took his cock out, and left the bathroom without another word.

Mel was disappointed. She did not feel any pleasure from this fuck. This must be the worst one of the night. She looked at herself in the mirror again. It must be late. She should get some sleep.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw a space on the bed. She laid down to get some rest but she was not going to get any. An arm wrapped around her and hugged her from behind. The guy started kissing her nape, slowing caressing her and touching her all over her body. It was very slow and sensual foreplay. Slowly, she could feel her body responding, enjoying the excruciatingly slow and erotic movements that they made together. After what seemed like an eternity, the man moved his hands towards her vagina, slowly teasing her until she was drenched in her own juices. He fingered her expertly, and she orgasmed several times, her body writhing in pleasure, jerking herself against the man’s muscular body. She could smell a familiar scent that the man was wearing but could not quite make out what it was. Her hands reached behind her to touch the man’s cock. It was huge and hard. She guide it slowly into her, as the man entered her from behind. He turned her downwards towards the bed so that he was fucking her sideways. With her legs lifted up, it was scissors-style. Mel had a sudden thought. Tonight, she must have completed all the Kama Sutra positions. Was there anything that she had not done yet? The man went slow, pushing and pulling each stroke deliberately. Mel could feel the pleasure transversing throughout her love canal and coursing through her whole body. It lasted very long but finally, the man approached his own orgasm, increasing his pace only slightly, before hugging her tightly, pushing his cock one last time deep into her and delivering his love seed into her waiting womb. The man gave Mel a soft, warm kiss on her shoulder before turning away.

Mel felt a strong connection to this man. There was a warm, familiar feeling. And the scent. It made her feel that she should know this man. She wanted to know him better and maybe fuck him again. She sat up. The room was still dark and she could not see who was on the bed. There was also several people on the bed and a few more on the floor. The man could be any one of them. She was quite sure the man had not left the room as she did not see the light from the main room entering the bedroom. She saw a thin silver of light from the drawn curtains. It was already morning. She got up trying not to step on the people sleeping on the floors and drew open the curtains. The early morning light was just enough for her to make out the people in the room. She recognised most of the people in the room. There were about 5 men and 3 women in the room. One of the men was her brother. The familiar scent was CK One.

[tachimichishrine]

"high school"

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doa + hunting dogs {high school AU! hcs}

warnings: none!! just keep in mind this isn't an xreader!!

decay of angels

nikolai is, without question, the class clown, and head of the drama club

the teachers HATE him

he asks waaaaaay too many questions, and all the time, too

and they're so random???

they'll be in the middle of a test and he'll ask the teacher "how's your marriage doing right now? how's your partner, are they doing well?"

lowkey gets kicked out of the class daily

now spends most of his time playing cards with the secretary in the office

bram sometimes gets sent there as well, just because he's in the mood to take a nap

however, he doesn't really say that, he'll make up some kind of excuse like "oh it's my medical condition, I have limited energy" because he's paraplegic, even if it's bs

he's also that one edgy kid who sits in the back of the class discussing the end of the world

he??speak??so??oddly??

"death cometh for thou," like dude okay no need to talk like that???

the only person who actually understands what he says is fyodor, the reigning chess champ in the school

he's also very tired all the time, but he doesn't sleep, he'll just answer a few questions here and there if he's forced to, just to shut up the teacher

does the absolute bare minimum effort to pass class because he thinks it's all useless

"you have great potential, and I'm sure you understand all the material, fyodor, so with just a bit of effort-"

"thank you for the advice."

gets up and leaves 💀

fukuchi is the gym teacher that yells all the time and tells students to do pushups just because he feels like their face is mocking him

everyone either loves his class or dreads it

nikolai is fine, he's not all that athletic but he can run pretty decently and, worst case scenario, he just needs to bug the teacher and get sent to the office again to complete his game of poker with the secretary

fyodor hates gym class

with a burning passion

I CAN'T EVEN ENVISION HIS STICK-LEGS RUNNING PROPERLY SKJGKSJFG

hides under any large object and waits it out

bram is in a wheelchair so he just smugly looks at coach like "haha sucker!", only to be given dumbbells and told to do upper body workouts

now, fyodor and bram are hide-from-gym-class buddies

sigma is in preschool

yk since he's like 3 years old-

CHUBBY CHEEKS

he's so precious unlike all the other toddlers, but he does cry a lot

A LOT

LIKE WAY TOO MUCH

"sigma, you have to share your blocks with our friends, okay?"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

the caretakers still love him tho

BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA BABY SIGMA

hunting dogs

jouno and tecchou are the upperclassmen, which is surprising given how many braincells they share between them

jouno is hands down the pretty popular jock on campus and all the girls FALL TO THEIR KNEES

he does get in trouble every once in a while for bullying people or threatening them, but he has practically seduced the principal at this point, so it's no biggie

tecchou is that one kid who raises their hand in class and gets everything wrong

he's great in gym class, though, seeing as he likes to work out in his spare time

some girls try to approach him while he's doing his own thing and staring at the ground but he's like "wait."

"...wait? for what?"

"the ants"

"...the ants???"

"you were about to step on them."

girls have now stopped trying to approach him

tachihara is the Bad Boy™ with Family Issues™ and Inferiority Complex™

he gets in trouble A LOT

unlike Nikolai, it isn't for harmless questions or disturbing the class, it's for beating up someone else and egging someone's locker and placing a pin on the teacher's chair and-

needless to say, the teachers hate him with a burning passion

he's taking teruko as his apprentice in chaos, given she'd be around two year younger than him

she doesn't get in trouble bc (assuming this is a different school and everything) the gym coach fukuchi defends her in front of the school staff ALL THE TIME since she's his favorite student

she's surprisingly good at most subjects, except...

m a t h 

she screams and throws a full-on tantrum by tossing her math book outside the window then setting it on fire because this girl CANNOT survive variables and constants and graphs and parabolas

fly high, math notebook 😞✊🕊

[elfhunk]

hi! i just wanted to say that all of your stuff on exercise and having a good relationship with your body has been really nice to read on my dash.

i've been trying on and off for the last few years to get myself back into a consistent exercise routine that i enjoy (COVID happened, stuff in my life happened, etc.) and i think that both your perspectives + obvious love of the gym are really helpful as motivation.

if i can ask a question: do you have any advice on developing a consistent, realistic schedule and sticking to it? (of course, while still being okay if things come up and change what you can do.) for me, i think one of the reasons i fell out of my routine is that my work/social/life obligations have changed a lot in the past few years. so i've been struggling to figure out where to slot in time for exercise when it feels like there's always something else i could or "should" be doing.

also, thanks for all the fun warframe stuff! i haven't played in ages because of the aforementioned obligation time crunch, but it's also really cool to see what you're doing in the game. my playstyle and preferred warframes were pretty opposite to yours, so i really had no clue that you could do a lot of the things you've shown off.

thank you! i'm glad it's having the desired impression on the other side. i used to think posting about it or deigning to enjoy brief moments of self-indulgent flexing was gauche when i've only put in the bare minimum of effort since i started lifting in 2020... but... uh...

when we only see images of people who have been kissed by perfectly specialized genetics and have dedicated a huge amount of their time, money and resources to it and have these immaculate perfectly proportioned bodies?

that only makes the body dysmorphia madness worse for all of us? especially when so many of those images aren't given context... or disclosing who is and isn't using certain drugs. 🫠

anyway, my handy tool in all of this is a thing i picked up as a habit from sexologist and all around wonderful woman dr. lindsey doe a long, long time ago:

a want, will, won't list.

although in this instance of teaching it was being used to discuss sexual activity, it's how i end up thinking about basically any major decision or lifestyle change.

time just is not infinite! you cannot do it all! there is going to be compromise!

these kinds of tools are a great way to help your brain organize your conflicting thoughts and set boundaries for yourself.

so, i don't know your brain or what accommodations you need, but i hope this framework might help you start figuring it out?

how many hours, total, do you want to spend a week?

how much time on strength training?

how much time on cardio?

how many individual days a week?

what are you willing to change about your existing schedule?

what won't you change under any circumstances?

would you be willing to buy some home equipment?

pay for a different gym that's closer by?

would you want to take a class or pay for a trainer?

do you have friends who would want to pursue this with you?

there's a ton of resources published by actual personal trainers on how to structure a full body workout into a given week for people with every possible permutation of schedule availability if you look for them.

as mentioned before, i've actually been having a horrible time at the gym this year. my appetite is shot, my energy is gone, and i've just been unable to prioritize it. part of my own journey with this has been acknowledging where there's necessary compromise. i've had to spend more time working on my brain than my body this year, and that's okay.

i can show myself kindness while still trying to problem solve. i can make cooking meals easier, i can budget for more accessible options, i can go maybe 2-3 days a week instead of 3-4 like i used to.

to facilitate this, i've also been trying to focus even more on the immediate benefits of this work.

focusing on minor aesthetic differences you won't see payoff for months or years just isn't particularly motivating?

but when i've had a long day and i just desperately need an hour or two to focus on something physically demanding that requires my full attention? where i get to walk away feeling physically exhilarated and accomplished, even if i was no where near my PR?

that's self care, baby! we all understand how important that is!

your body is truly just too stupid to care about the long term goals. it will just feel really good, and much better than it did an hour before even if the actual performance of that session was mediocre.

apologies for another full essay a response!

again, i truly just don't know your life or your circumstances, so i can only provide broad strokes... but i hope this at least gives some scaffolding to begin tackling the issue with some kindness to yourself as you re-calibrate.

[songbirdseung]

forever not (1) / park sunghoon

synopsis: you were so sure that you'd never fall for him, he was sure that you should never say never. Enemies to lovers.

My brother always told me to never say never, to be open to the possibilities may that be positive and negative experiences. "you can say you'll never but don't lock yourself in this box, at least try everything once". But despite him saying that, maybe a million times throughout your life, especially when you chickened out from doing something. Retrieving back into your invisible box walled the comfort zone.

You are now twenty years old, in your 3rd year of university. During this time, you met this guy; his name is sunghoon. A liberal arts major, the same year as you and cute as hell but also annoying as well. Ever since he introduced himself during your only shared class, when his eyes landed on you, you knew things were not going to go well with him. With that small smirk he had on, you knew he was trouble. Cue taylor swift.

On the daily, you can expect him to wait outside the room of your first class, hoping to get a glimpse of you and to annoy the living hell out of you. "hey babe" you are sure that you heard that nickname more than someone in a relationship. Sunghoon sees you in his peripheral vision and puts on a smile, assuming his position, he walks up to you and blocking your way. "sunghoon please, i just want to get to class" with the prettiest eyes and face you could make, you bat your eyes at him. "awh babe, don't you miss me? We didn't meet much yesterday" you roll your eyes and try to get pass him by pushing him out the way, but the gym rat won't budge. "in this context babe, silence means yes" with a huff, you face him again "i'm the happiest and most content when i don't see your face." the comment seems to have no effect on him as the silly stupid (cute) smile is still showing. You take a look at your watch, a few minutes 'til your professor comes. Sunghoon takes notice to this "i'm not leaving anytime soon, my professor won't be present in our first class, so i'm going to sit in your class" oh great.

That's what he does, he opens the door for you and follows after you. Taking your seat next to your best friend jake, who just happens to be a good friend of sunghoon. Looking up at you, his gaze looks over the male over your shoulder, jake laughs and gets up from his seat and moves to the free one in front of you. "jake, wtf! Where you-" sunghoon sits down next to you and drapes a arm around your shoulder. "do you know anything about personal space and consent?" with a scowl, you remove his arm. Hoping the professor would come into class very soon. Resting your head on your palm, you lightly kick the male in front of you. He reacts in the way he always does, loudly and dramatically. "you surprised me!" jake looks back at you and you avoid the weird stares from your classmates. "why did you move seats!" the two males laugh and shrug their shoulders. "figured you needed quality time with your boyfriend" jake pats your head and faces the front. You slump back into your seat peering over to sunghoon. His head already laid on the desk, eyes closed, lips parted, and slow breathing. You admired him for a while, sure he was annoying but you could admit that he was good looking. "done staring ms. Y/n?" you face quickly whips to the fron of the class which stands your professor. She smiles at you and proceeds with greeting everybody.

For the next 20 minutes, class seemed alright and you were paying attention until you felt a shift next to you, sunghoon has woken up and sat up properly. His hair was a mess from the constant switching or moving his head. "good nap?" you speak quietly. His hands raise up to fix his hair and uniform. "get used to the view, you'll see this every morning" you internally cringe and just focus back to the lesson. You glance back down to your watch and sigh, only 30 more minutes.

That was just the bare minimum of your encounters with sunghoon, there were days where he was more annoying and insufferable. Some days he'd give you a break and won't overdo it. Some of your friends like to tease you with it and claim that he does it cause he likes you. But here's the thing, you don't really do relationships nor do you wish to fall in love. With the way you've been in the middle of arguements, had second hand negative experiences with love. Basically seeing your family and friends get into relationships and watching them all fail, it kind of ruined the magic people claim that love has. The feeling of wanting the one person, to be devoted and to share your life with that person; all that does not excite you, no more. "you haven't even tried it yourself, you may break the curse of breakups and heartbreak" they still try to encourage you to go on dates and meet people, but you were fine and content being single, you have been for 20 years, what more another 20? "you'll end up falling for sunghoon, trust me" your friend yeji raises her eyebrows in a teasing way. "i will never, trust me".

The rest of the day, you did not see sunghoon. The day continued on that way until you realized it was time to go home. Your prof. Dismisses the class and after you finish packing up, you head to the door and see him there leaning up against the wall, speaking to some girl. "aren't you gonna go get your mans" jake nudges you forward. Before you could retaliate, sunghoon has already said goodbye to the female and walked up to the two of you. "let's go home babe?" he looks at you and then greets jake as well. Which means jake's signal to leave you two alone. Great. You watch jake leave in the opposite direction, so you take on and start walking ahead of sunghoon. It doesn't take him long to catch up with you, since he was like almost 6 foot. "it's such a good thing that we live close by each other" he takes a hold of your hand, at this point you allow him to. Because the last time.. *flashback* on the way home, he takes a hold of your hand and you try your best to get out of his grip but he only tightens his grip "let go and i will kiss you instead" *end* you shudder at the thought, sunghoon then asks why. "i just remembered something you said, it kind of reminded me of a f-boy.." sunghoon didn't seem phased and continued to walk, holding your hand.

Eventually you reach your house, you start smiling as you saw your mom outside watering her plants. She takes notcies of the two figures walking up to her, she smiles at you and her eyes slowly move down to your intertwinned hands with sunghoon. "cute". You looked down at your hands and quickly remove your hands and run inside the house. Meanwhile sunghoon goes up to your mother a greets her before heading to his house that's two houses away. You closed your bedroom door with rosy cheeks but with a racing mind. "what's even going on?" you lightly smack your head and let your body fall into your bed. After a few minutes, your mom walks into your room. "you know that sunghoon guy is really nice, and cute" she always says that, as if she wants to remind you. And yeah, that's the point. She has told you multiple times about what a great son sunghoon is to his parents and how you should date him. You'd expect her to be like your dad. The strict one when it comes to boys. But the thing is, you dad is no longer in the picture, every since your parents got a divorce, he never showed up or spoke to you and your brother. But before the divorce, he would always be wary and angry whenever he saw you with a male and not studying. But you tried to understand at some degree since you were very young at the time and was at the age where you definitley should not have a boyfriend. For context, your parents divorced when you were 8. After the divorce, he vanished.

You had your share of childhood trauma and now you hate the way you percieve the world and emotional feelings. Constantly being in this personal turmoil, you were sick of it. You wanted a sign, an opportunity to change they way you thought. To go back to the way you were. But something stops you everytime, yourself. Why were you so afraid to feel, to be genuinely you. Why were you so sure that love and relationships are a waste of time?

Whatever it is, you continue to live for your mother.

Even if you dreaded the long school hours, the heavy assignments, the societal pressure and expectations. Your mom was your role model and pillar to keep you standing tall. You didn't want to tear her down because if you did, you'd be tearing yourself down too.

So, here you were the next day. It was a Friday, and it was currently 10:30, a whole hour before lunch break begins. Luckily, the day started out fine and nothing bad happened. Hoping it would stay that way.

[roylustang]

how did i not know you lived in japan lol?? that’s so dope and tbh i’ve always thought abt doing a study abroad there since i took japanese classes 😅 i got held up pre covid cause my school required homestays with a program that felt super conservative…. anyway i’d love to know what your experiences as an english speaking person in japan have been like! esp if you can speak to the experience of being queer while navigating those identities

Boy how DID u not kno that I’ve been here for over a year and I talk about it all the time lmao. I also tried to study abroad here for a semester but didn’t get to bc of covid rip but it’s fine I’m here now 👌🏻

Since I live in the middle of nowhere pretty much no one speaks English. anytime I find someone that does speak decent English I’m like WHO R U but I speak bad intermediate Japanese so it’s p easy to get by. They always ask me if I have a point card at the grocery store (the grocery store in general is v overwhelming at first but it doesn’t actually take that long to get the hang of it tbh), they ask if I want a bag at family mart, I tell the gas people いっぱい/満タン　お願いします (they have full service gas stations which is wild) and then school is it’s own breed of language which I’m v good at understanding bc I’m around it every day obviously. I’ve also learned u really only need to know a few keywords when having a conversation u can figure out so much through context alone. Sometimes I only have to say like one word (like I said mikan zeri) and people know what I’m asking for (I knew the VP was saving my mikan jelly from lunch in the fridge for me bc I was working from home that day but it was Special Order and I wanted it). Sometimes (because there’s only 3 white people in this town) I don’t have to say anything at all I just show up at the doctors office say konnichiwa and they give me a cup to pee in bc I couldn’t do it six weeks earlier at my health check (bc period reasons). It’s kinda wild how u can communicate with people with just the bare minimum. I am known throughout the town as maddie-san or maddie-sensei if ur under 13 lol so when I sign in at the gym I only ever write my first name. The foreigners (all 5 of us) only ever write our first names at the gym bc no one else has a katakana name lol. It’s a bit strange bc since I’m white and I stick out everyone knows what my job is and what I do here but the people I actually talk to and stuff r v nice (old people r very nice and they LOVE to give u food esp mikans). Idk I could talk forever about this probably. It’s a lot different than living in a city where there are a lot more foreigners. Whenever I go to Kyoto and I see multiple white people im like omg white people 🤯 tbfh. I could talk about this forever lol

Also I don’t ever bring up being gay here. It doesn’t usually come up anyway and I think I’m on the aro/ace side of the spectrum anyway. But I do find it interesting the elementary and middle schoolers do get LGBT talks and speakers and whatever which is more than I could probably say for america. In general tho I’d say there’s definitely ignorance but they got the right spirit. This towns mostly old people tho so idk how the old people feel about it. Don’t b trans here (in japan in general) tho if u want to legally change ur gender u have to be sterilized which is super fucked up.

[nerdypanda2424]

Rant Continued 2/3

Growing together is such a slap in the face. I don’t know about you, but I am pretty sure most of us OG simmers are family players. Generations style pack has been highly requested for years. And EVEN if you have growing together, parenthood, cottage living, highschool years, nifty nitting, and whatever other packs add family gameplay, it still feels empty compared to sims 3 generations. I don’t know if it’s because EA has cut up family gameplay so much and put it behind several paywalls, everything feels disconnected… each family style pack it’s always the bare minimum, so yeah when you add all of the family gameplay aspects together then yeah would feel like a proper generations pack but with the price tag of 230$+ not 60$ … and even with that 230$ price tag it still feels like there’s barely any gameplay, especially when they hardly work together and compliment eachother…I won’t be surprised if in a few months or years we will see a elderly expansion pack.. I won’t be surprised if they make a kids game pack or a baby/toddler game pack/kit. EA has gotten too big for it’s britches, they realized that if they starve players for gameplay, they will buy it all… people got so sick of EA’s sh*t that most people just stopped buying on release, started waiting for major sales during holiday seasons/new pack releases… so what did EA do? Paywall 3 items making it so you have to buy the pack not on sale inorder to get the extra 3 items. I personally wouldn’t be mad about this, if it was like 10 items, then fine, but like only 3? Not worth the 60$ price tag when the expansions are already empty to begin with. The 3 growing together items sucked and I was going to wait for sale until I realized nope I have to buy the pack inorder for infants to work as advertised… Bottom line growing together is NOT a generations pack, it’s an INFANT expansion pack with 3 gameplay items and HARDLY NEW and updated chemistry/family system… things modders already accomplished YEARS AGO. There are no nursing homes, the recreation centre could have been game changing but alas it’s just a park where sims show up to use certain items on different days, even spa day has more gameplay than that, sims show up, use the spa facilities, the gym, attend yoga classes, use bar etc, and all on same day 😂 The world is empty and even more stripped down. There’s nothing for teens, no reminiscing for adults and elders. There’s no new gameplay for kids other than a tree house and a glitchy bike. Barely any new moodlets, interactions for all life stages accept infants. Then worst of all, it’s a buggy mess altogether… does nobody at EA not play test and check for bugs before release? You’d think they would have more time to do quality control ever since they off loaded building lots for THEIR game onto game changers 😂 which if you think about it… what does EA actually do? They don’t build their own lots, they don’t make game changing gameplay improvements and expansions that haven’t already been done by a modder FIRST and BETTER. Which is another thing I noticed years ago which I’ll get into in a second. EA doesn’t make quality build/buy/CAS majority of the time, almost always every lifestage accept young adult female is left behind in CAS. Growing together’s CAS/Build&Buy mode was honestly the worst. CAS especially, the clothes were only good for a grandma. The build and buy was so empty and disconnected, the items that were cool, no matching set, no matching kitchen set for the fridge and stove. The items would have been awesome, if they were completed. In all reality no offence to the people who work at EA, imo they don’t have a single original idea in their heads.. even if the issues was because EA’s time constraints and greedy bullsh*t… I don’t think that’s entirely the case or even true. The only game changing elements that have been added to the sims has been the building mechanics… everything else they added was already a BASE GAME feature of previous games, or gameplay that modders already made years ahead of them and for the most part BETTER. 2/3

[drealovesxenomorphs]

OH BOY YES.. (long post, drink water and stay hydrated throughout)

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-Dib is part Asian.

-He found The Swollen Eyeball Network while traversing the dark web for alien-hunting/research forums. When online, he gives as much of his own research as he does take, so that's how the Network decided that he would be a useful member... 'cause he doesn't shut up about his dense findings.

-4Chan user. Anti-Reddit.

-Skool is far too easy for him. He just reads through the subject's textbooks and the knowledge sticks. Because of this, he got a special arrangement from the skool so he can get his homework early and do it while in class. When the teachers drone on about the subjects he is already familiar with, it's impossible for him to pay attention anyway.

-As a side note with this headcanon in particular, the reason we see Ms. Bitters drone on about nonsense is because we are seeing the world from Zim + Dib's perspective, who are exponentially smarter than most of the population. Dib just hears stupidity because his comprehension is far beyond what she is offering him.

-Extremely athletic, does the bare minimum in Gym class because he doesn't like doing it.

-Had a huge crush on another student when he was a young'un. He was rejected and didn't live it down until he changed skools later on. Too traumatizing for him to give in to his feelings later on (will have flings but not partners.)

-I've seen the headcanon that he is an excellent dancer and I fuck with it so much. He has such mixed feelings about dances/proms because he wants to go so bad and have fun, but he knows that people hate him and he'll just be an outcast.

-One year he decides to go to a dance because Prof. Membrane was going with him + Gaz, and he spent the night dancing with Gretchen.

-He is respectful about the possible existence of ANYTHING. If there is a theory about a crpytid or phenom, he won't automatically claim for it to be unreal. He does his research to confirm and disprove.

-Homestuck fan. Sorry. Has an online persona separate from the usual one, and this is because he needs a blog to deplete his brain of all the knowledge he has obtained through the sacred texts.

-Will stick up for Gaz at times. Bad brother most of the time, but if a situation gets bad enough, he will beat the shit out of somebody (at least before she beats him up for getting the person before her.)

-He has a ton of energy at the moment. He doesn't sleep much, and it will catch up to him later in his late teen years. At that point, he calms tf down and he focuses most of his energy being productive in his inventions + plans. That way, when he wants to accomplish his goals in life, it comes quicker.

-He can't function some days because he feels the weight of the entire world going against him. He knows how morose life can be and it makes him lose the will to do anything. He needs a few days rotting in bed before he can go back on the grind.

-OG Star Wars fan. Can't stand the new stuff (and Gaz will watch the new stuff to annoy him lol)

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I feel like I had so many more. I guess this is my sign to rewatch the series.

tell me your dib headcanons !!!! :]

[liannelara-dracula]

hi! could you do headcanons of how the sakamakis are at school? like how they are in the classroom, what cliques they might be in, after school activities etc. ? thank you!

Ryoutei High-The diaboys at school (s + m + t) hcs

Hi Love,

Sorry, this has taken so long, I'm really trying to put this together for you. I'm really glad you asked this because I've been wanting to talk about their school life for so long. Really hope you like it though. :)

-Liannelara

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Warning: Some spoilers

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General hcs (before we begin)

📚Okay, so it’s an academy and a night school, so just keep that in mind.

📚The name of the academy is called Ryoutei High School Academy

📚The town's name (not 100% sure) is Kaminashi.

📚High school in Japan is only three years.

📚School times are: 8:00pm/20:00 - 2:00am/2:00. Lunchtime is 12:00 am/24:00 (canon in a drama cd of theirs)

📚Like most schools, class is about 6-7hrs.

📚The school allows students of all grades to participate in things together.

📚It is a school with lower attendance than a regular school seeing it's an academy.

📚They have school festivals/field trips

📚Everyone who attends is from a rich family (I assume).

📚And you know everyone wears a uniform, but I do picture everyone does alter it to their style. We will get into that later tho.

📚The main school colors are Red, White, and black. Sometimes there are embellishments of gold tho. (not confirmed it just looks this way.)

📚I picture they have a basketball team and cheerleading team.

📚I know they have a music room, and I picture there to be a gym where gymnastics is practiced. 

📚I also see that ballet, art, and singing classes are offered.

📚The school has a lot of school festivals and assemblies for all grades.

📚They have school dances and parades too.

📚I could see that some students play baton when they have parades and stuff like that.

📚The school has two stories and a rooftop.

📚Apart from having a cooking class, they also have a library and a music room.

📚Oh, their dad is actually the nurse at the school. (canon)

📚There are clubs and everyone is in their own clique (well most are). But tbh most dl characters are not to keen on cliques.

📚I will say that school in the demon world is completely different tho. (let me know if you want a post about it, it sounds cool!)

Sakamaki

Shu:

📚Third-year, but he is repeating the year as we know.

📚Technically, he would be in college/uni.

📚According to the manga and what I’ve heard people have called him the music-king.

📚I get the vibe that people think he’s like some legend or something.

📚So he gives off the vibe as a cool closed-off rich boy who listens to music.

📚And a lot of girls like him—like, every b!tch has got a crush on this guy or did at one point.

📚I can’t even begin to say how many love letters he must get--and how many women throw themselves at him.

📚He is very popular.

📚Has no rivals but guys want to be better than him.

📚He doesn’t really alter his uniform just has a few buttons undone.

📚He always has his earbuds in and sleeps anywhere. 

📚Teachers get mad at him for sleeping in the halls and in classes when he decides to go.

📚He only shows up to music class routinely since it’s the only period he deems interesting.

📚He doesn’t pay attention to anyone though like in class he never utters a word and when he does it’s only because someone is asking him something or if the teacher wants a response.

📚And even then it's not much its usually just three words.

📚Girls gush whenever they get the chance to talk to him.

📚Sometimes he has talked to girls, if they are his partner or if they flaunt their skirt and depending on how short or tight it is around the h!p area he judges their undergarments and makes them feel shameful. But that’s about it.

📚He does the bare minimum to pass so he won’t go to the north pole again. 

📚Goes to the school ballet recitals to see the girls dance.

📚Rejects every chick who asks him out—and he has no shame in telling them he’s not interested.

📚Although he might bang one chick for a fling if he feels like it.

📚Gets a bunch of chocolate and love letters during valentines day/white day.

📚He lays down anywhere and likes to get a view up girls’ skirts.

📚He swears girls don't wear shorts under their skirts because they're trying to amuse/sed*ce him.

📚Sleeps in detention, but most of the time he doesn’t show up.

📚Speaking of sleeping, you can find him on benches, on the field, rooftop, in a vacant room, anywhere, even in the janitor’s closet.

📚He isn’t in any groups, labels, or afterschool activities. 

📚Since electives/clubs are required, he chooses music-related ones. 

📚I know his grades are relatively low but if he tried he’d have better grades than Reiji.

📚Sorry Rei.

📚His desk has collected dust due to never attending.

📚He once had a locker but bc he never attends school they thought it belonged to no one and when the janitor opened it up to clean after the school year was over, it flooded the room with love letters and expired valentines day candies/chocolates. 

📚It was a disaster and took hours to clean up.

📚The triplets were so jealous he got so much in one year.

📚Reiji was so mad because he had to write a check to pay off for the damages it caused for the school.

📚It damaged the property with the locker being busted and sticky because of the melted candy. And because of the avalanche of unrequited love letters (over 3000 love letters) and all the candies--it all collapsed on the poor janitor. Costing them even more money to pay off for the guy’s health insurance.

📚 Their father wasn’t pleased at all.

Reiji:

📚A third-year as we know.

📚Seems like a teacher's pet, all the teachers praise him tbh.

📚In class he’s usually quiet unless he notices that the teacher messed up or if he’s giving an answer.

📚He doesn’t show off his intelligence too much tho because it's a poor action for someone with manners.

📚Although he will demonstrate if given the opportunity.

📚His favorite subject is science, more specifically chemistry and he usually likes to do his experiments alone but will work with groups or a partner if he must.

📚He keeps a model image for his family tho because he doesn’t want anyone to catch on to anything.

📚Plus he’s a model student, but he is like annoyed by practically everyone.

📚He has probably been a TA for some classes and he gets to help out his younger brothers.

📚someone please ask about TA Rei hcs. Plz!!!  @mikalara-dracula we should make them!

📚Sits in the middle row, probably near the end of a row.

📚Has good grades pretty much everywhere except P.E.. He sucks.

📚If someone is better than him like Ruki, he feels automatically challenged.

📚His rival is Ruki in fact.

📚And so I could see that his locker is like on the opposite side of his so Reiji usually gives him bad looks and vice versa lol.

📚Oh Ruki even shows off the girl he has to Reiji just to annoy him. Like right where the lockers are he’s like making out with her and Rei is annoyed af.

📚His locker is very neat too, it smells like tea.

📚Has a lot of science books in there and possibly an extra pair of gloves, and a handkerchief.

📚Probably has all the shelves and everything all organized.

📚His desk would be just as neat.

📚He has received some love letters and he just finds it amusing.

📚Tries to find out if Ruki receives more love letters than him xDD.

📚Reiji takes them home and reads them and ended up grading them.

📚He keeps them in a box to keep a record and see if the letters he will receive again are from the same people or not.

📚He once got two letters that he graded as an A-minus so he wondered if it was from the same person. 

📚He plays detective during this time and once he figures it out he just keeps it to himself.

📚But will tea$e the girl indirectly whenever he is alone with her.

📚One time he got a diss letter but it was written by the triplets but they posed it as a girl writing the letter. 

📚He was so confused by it, especially by the slang in it. He thought it was Ruki, but deep down he knew he wasn’t the type to do that.

📚Since electives are required he is probably in cooking class seeing he can put his skills to work. But he feels challenged because Ruki’s in there.

📚They probably debated once about who made a better carbonara dish and the bickering never ended between them.

📚He doesn’t have any cliques he’d been in but he might befriend some nerds and I’m talkin’ hardcore nerds at school to keep an image.

📚Usually he stays after school and a bunch of girls ask for his help and they try to fl!rt with him. (It was mentioned somewhere in the game.)

📚I picture that a lot of girls like him too because he’s smart and he acts polite to them as well.

📚Reiji does date (there’s been implied evidence in the game translations that he has in the past) and when he does it's really to benefit him and his family image.

📚 It’s all fun and games nothing serious. After all, this boi knows that his dad has someone picked out for him already.

📚If he’s in a club, it would be a chess club, as one would assume. The nerdiness gets real in there.

📚 Or possibly a debating club. Or better yet, a nerd-debating club! And as a plus, Ruki’s in there. AND—they’re on opposite debating sides!!!

📚If the school has a student council he’d be a part of it for sure.

📚Usually you will find Reiji in class or if he’s not, he is usually in the laboratory or the library reading a book.

📚If his brothers get in fights he tries to pretend he doesn’t know them.

📚One time his brothers got him in detention and when Ruki found out about Reiji being in detention, he never let him live it down. He tea$es him about it until this day and will randomly bring that subject up if Reiji's trying to impress a girl xDD.

Laito:

📚Second-year

📚Has been expelled/suspended (this actually happened according to a drama cd I just can’t remember)

📚Fl!rt and total playboy.

📚Very popular with the ladies and competes with Ayato.

📚His grades are pretty decent (according to drama cds)

📚He doesn’t study that much tho. Like, he’s just that guy that doesn’t study and f*ckin’ passes.

📚In class he doesn’t talk too much but he is usually sitting in the back or near the back with a bunch of chicks.

📚Fl!rts with the teachers from time to time.

📚Fl!rts in class and if there is a new girl he plans to get to her first before anyone else. It’s a game tbh.

📚The teachers are slightly annoyed by him and disappointed.

📚As an elective class he’d either take French to fl!rt/sweet talk the girls, cooking class, or something like dance so he can brush up on the girls.

📚He also wouldn’t really be in a clique but he’d be around all the girls at school.

📚His rival is really Kou and so there is real competition.

📚Is always banging some chick like no questions asked whether it be in the locker room, classroom, bathroom, or some other vacant room.

📚He usually wears his fedora to school and only takes it off if the teachers demand him, but since it’s in Japan I’m not sure if wearing a hat in class is against the rules.

📚His locker is close to Ayato’s and he honestly hasn’t customized it too much.

📚But inside I wouldn’t be surprised if he has s*x toys and a bunch of condoms in there. 

📚His locker probably has some French cologne (Chanel #5), a few books, and some love letters.

📚His desk is clean but not too clean.

📚In the cafeteria he usually is with a chick or with his bro and they’re scheming something together against Reiji or to get a chick.

📚If he brings macarons with him, he likes to share them with the girls he hangs out with. Might even share it mouth-to-mouth with them.

📚P.E. is one of his favorite classes because he gets to see the girls in their short shorts.

📚He has banged every cheerleader at his school.

📚Wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to sleep with of the teachers/subs/staff members.

📚You can find him checking out women and usually in more secluded areas where he can be alone with one chick because he likes getting caught.

📚On days when he wants to be alone he will spend time figuring out crossword puzzles at an empty table.

📚He likes hanging out on rooftops too when he wants to be alone and think.

📚Laito also spends his time there if he is upset.

📚One time a girl confessed to him on the rooftop and he made all her dreams come true.

📚He never rejects the girls tbh and finds it a turn-on if they ask him out, unless they remind him of his mother and even then he just plays d!rty.

📚Oh, he also likes the rooftop because he can drink from someone without anyone knowing.

📚 Will get pissed off tho if someone interrupts him and he’s really down that day.

Kanato:

📚Second-year

📚Preppy

📚He takes teddy to school so he fought for him to have a student ID, and yes he made it possible.

📚I know most of the S brothers are popular at the school but I feel like Kanato and Subaru are the least thought of because they are different.

📚In Kanato’s case it is mostly because of his psychot!c tendencies that people do not interact with him. Although tbh at school it is a rumor.

📚Only some people know that he is crazy, cause if it was really evident, I don’t think he’d be allowed to go to school.

📚Plus the family image is important so he tries his best to like not freak out.

📚A lot of girls also like him bc he is sweet and romantic.

📚Here me out, I know this doesn’t sound like him but remember he has to put on a face and according to the manga if you take out the times where he is not acting up he does tend to be “nice,” and acts “romantically” with Yui. (it’s even in the game translations sometimes.)

📚Plus a lot of people who are psych0 usually have two sides and the side people see more of is usually the one that isn’t really them. It’s typically the one they develop to shield their true emotions. Of course, this varies on the person and the experiences but this is something to keep in mind when getting to know Kanato’s personality. (But again we also can’t apply human psychology to a vampire but sometimes feelings can apply to anything/anyone.)

📚Also, a lot of people who have a split personality may favor one person over the other so let's say there is someone he takes very special interest in and possibly loves, there is a chance that he may appear quite normal around them. If this is the case, I think you are able to see their true side which is where we witness Kanato’s romantic gestures seeing that he likes the girl he is with.

📚Regardless of this he does have a s*x drive and is pretty fl!rty so he can definitely get with the girls at school if he tried. But he doesn’t try because he just doesn’t like any of them—it’s pretty rare if he has a crush on anyone.

📚He loves it when it’s valentines day and girls confess to him. Of course, this doesn’t mean he is going to say yes to them.

📚As it is seen in anime he sits in the back of the class.

📚Doesn’t talk in class and hates it if teachers ask him questions.

📚“Can’t you see I wasn’t participating?!” He’d hiss at the teacher. “Why do you have to ask?!”

📚Sometimes he volunteers or whatever but don’t ever ask him, he has to opt-in.

📚Eats candy in class because his desk has a candy stash.

📚His desk is not that messy tho.

📚He has some books that have collected dust tho bc he never touches them.

📚Favorite class is either music or cooking class.

📚For after-school activities he’d either be in a sewing club or glee club.

📚He is also not in a clique tbh, he’s kinda on his own but a lot of girls like him.

📚It’s rare if he throws a tantrum bc he has to keep an image but sometimes he loses it.

📚Usually you can find Kanato in the cafeteria eating cake or some sweets, on the rooftop singing, on the steps of the stairs or on a bench playing with Teddy.

📚If he has an interest in a girl he will ditch his class most times and wait outside of her class just to talk to her.

📚I also picture that if she has class on the second floor he waits on the steps of the stairs to talk to her.

📚He is also such an attention seeker so when he is around a bunch of girls he will act sweet or even play victim so that they pamper him.

📚The girls literally make him food too.

📚He gets love letters too and he usually writes back, because believe it or not he typically knows who likes him and who doesn’t.

📚The only time he really gets in trouble is when someone takes Teddy away or ruins his cake. Then he lashes out.

📚He does bully some girls tho, especially the one he really likes.

📚Might have some interest in a new girl if she is cute.

📚Even tho a lot of girls like him he doesn’t sleep with all of them or anything like that. He just thinks they have to earn that.

📚Usually he picks a different girl out of the crowd to mess with. So if there was someone he liked it wouldn’t be in the circle he’s usually around.

📚It would be some other girl he finds pretty and his main goal is to k!ss her tbh, and I see that with one girl that he liked he got to do this. The girls are jealous but he tells them they have to let it go.

📚Oh yeah and he is a fl!rt if you haven’t noticed, he usually manipulates the girl if he wants a k!ss or something.

📚Apart from this he doesn’t have good grades cause he just doesn’t care to do his work.

📚Oh in his locker it’s purple inside and he keeps an extra outfit for Teddy in there, l!pstick from a girl, and something that belongs to his crush.

📚It has a purple lock, and it smells like a candy store. 

Ayato:

📚Second-year

📚A jock and a boi for life.

📚Mr. Popular

📚He’s on his school’s basketball team.

📚His rivals are Shu, Shin, Kino, and Laito (sometimes).

📚But he’s okay with Laito bc he hooks him up with chicks, so it’s pretty fair.

📚P.E. is his favorite class.

📚Cause he gets to see the girls in their sport clothes.

📚However, he does like cooking class because he gets to eat food and begs people and the teacher to make takoyaki.

📚And plus girls make him food.

📚After school he is playing basketball.

📚If he’s not on the basketball court he’s either talking to a girl/cheerleader, getting in trouble or in the cafeteria getting snacks.

📚He fl!rts a lot and is probably hanging with a group of jocks like him.

📚They all keep a record of which girls they screw and whose done the most, all in one book the boys keep among them.

📚He keeps the notebook in his locker and Laito is also a participant.

📚Ayato makes sure he has the highest score and is the “best.”

📚So yes, he fl!rts with girls all the time.

📚Oh and if there is a new girl, he’s going to try and impress her so hard.

📚A lot of girls like him too cause they’re like “he’s so hot!”

📚Has terrible grades like C average but he does have some Ds and Fs.

📚Tries to bribe teachers to have better grades with money or by doing favors for them bc he doesn’t want his dad to get mad about him not passing. He believes he’s gotta hustle because his personal life is more important to him.

📚Never tries tho.

📚But does cheat all the time.

📚Usually Kino gives him the answers but there’s a price to pay. 

📚It could be anything but the biggest thing he ever did in order to pass the benchmark tests, so Kino dared him to go streaking.

📚And as expected Kino made a vine out of it.

📚Is in summer school/remedial classes tho.

📚Is actually pretty stupid and clueless.

📚Has been in detention with his brothers one too many times.

📚Even with Reiji because he got him in trouble once. During that day of detention, Reiji kept advocating that he shouldn't be there and that it was a mistake to punish him.

📚And when Ruki found out about Reiji being in detention, he never let him live it down. He tea$es him about it until this day and will randomly bring that subject up if Reiji's trying to impress a girl xDD.

📚He tries to act like he doesn’t know who Rei is because he is embarrassed by him. And he does this to Subaru especially because he thinks he’s weird.

📚But Subaru will just sock him.

📚He’s also a per.v so he does peak in the girl’s locker room.

📚Has a few ex’s at the school too but they’re just girls he made out with for two hours. Literally.

📚Makes sure he’s always in the yearbook every year. Also tries to be on the front few pages of it and will literally advocate for this.

📚In class he sits in the back and hardly knows what’s going on.

📚Tips his chair all the time and one time it backfired on him.

📚And Kino was laughing his a$$ off.

📚He is extremely annoying and teachers are disappointed in him. And so is Rei.

📚Kinda like a class clown.

📚Passes notes and texts during class, and will make excuses to leave.

📚Will bully the freshmen and girls that he thinks are fun to mess with.

📚Eats candy in class or chips. 

📚He asks stupid questions to derail the class so that the teacher forgets what they were supposed to do in the first place.

📚He gets dress coded but the teachers eventually gave up.

📚He’s gotten citations before too, mostly for just swearing in class.

📚His locker is messy just like his desk, papers and books are everywhere.

📚He gets love letters but wayyyy less than Shu.

📚His lock is red and the combo is the year he was born in. (I picture all the boys have their lock combo set to the year they were born in.)

📚The locker has his basketball, his sports clothes, the notebook we talked about, and even snacks.

📚It smells like sweat tho, and its just a mess. He probably even has cheez wiz or something else that's gross and expired from five years ago. He says it’s still good.

📚In his desk he has gadgets that he uses that will distract everyone in class.

📚One time when he was in Reiji’s SI session for science and he pressed on his remote to have the disco ball come out play music. Something he set up with Kino and Shin after school was over.

📚He’d even take out the screws out of the teacher’s chairs, that way they will just fall when they sit.

📚Most of these pranks are done with his brothers, sometimes Shu joins.

📚He will ask Kino or Shin to help him out if its a really big prank tho.

📚And Reiji just scolds.

📚Sticks gum under the teacher’s desk or under the wheels of the chair.

📚Pulls pranks on the teachers and Reiji gets so mad.

📚Has even messed with the principal's microphone and Reiji really lost it with him.

📚He also messed with the clocks once just to get out early, it went on for a week before the teachers caught on.

📚Egged one of the teacher’s cars and even TPed their house.

📚Makes sure everyone is following him on his social media.

📚His backpack has anything but books, it’s stuffed with papers and tools to jack up the place.

📚He has drama class with Kino and so they made this (watch from 1:25 - 1:54)

📚There was another time when Laito and him were waiting for Rei to SI a class and this is what they were up to. (watch from 8:16 - 8:25)

Subaru:

📚First-year

📚Is actually a loner.

📚But does get in fights especially if there is a guy harassing his crush.

📚Or if someone insults him and tries to pick a fight with him.

📚Doesn’t have the best grades but tries.

📚He’s so emo, so a lot of people don’t talk to him.

📚So he doesn’t have a group or anything like that.

📚He doesn’t have a favorite class unless the girl he likes is in that class.

📚Then he can’t help but blush.

📚Something he might like is art or music tho because it can be calming.

📚For after school activities he might be in something with music or art to take his mind off things.

📚Or maybe wood carving because it takes his mind off things and I could see him being really talented that it impresses people.

📚I could see he knows how to sketch and so he sits on the bench and listens to emo music after school.

📚After school he is usually in study hall trying to fix his grades or he’s (discreetly) following his crush around.

📚He has been in detention with his brothers (except Reiji) and oh god if Laito is there it will end in another fight, and possible suspension.

📚He also probably sits in the back, or at the end of the middle row.

📚Doesn’t talk a lot in class, tries to listen tho.

📚Gets flustered if he’s asked to explain and he doesn’t know what to say because he’s been thinking/staring at his crush.

📚Most times tho he just answers the best he can.

📚Has slept in class before.

📚The teachers worry about him, and he probably likes his music teacher bc she’s nice too him.

📚His locker has scratches and sometimes notes, not very nice ones either. Probably has stickers that are emo phrases plastered on the outside of his locker as well.

📚Has band posters in his locker.

📚It just has books, an extra jacket (probably leather), his headphones, music albums (80s/90s goth era—things like K!SS, Motley Crew, ACDC, Manson, etc.). He has a man's journal with very personal findings too.

📚He writes in it everyday.

📚After school you can usually find him under a tree where he writes in his journal, usually about his thoughts, regrets, what happens, or about his crush. And there’s a lot of crumbled up pages because sometimes, he gets upset, rips them and then regrets he did it and puts them back in.

📚But it’s not cringy, it’s actually sad.

📚He’s quiet poetic actually, and if someone ever got a hold of it I think they’d feel pretty bad when reading his life.

📚Has some photographs in it, probably about the girl he onced like but had to make a decision on letting her go seeing his family would get involved.

📚You can also find him on the rooftop, in detention, study hall, or outside.

📚His desk is a bit of a mess but not too much, he keeps something that belongs to his crush in there too.

Kino:

📚Third-year

📚Doesn’t have a rival, but sometimes Shu gets on his nerves bc chicks loves him for no reason.

📚Has a few small tattoos, but not in areas where teachers can see since there's a rule about students not being allowed to be tatted.

📚Fl!rts with chicks all the time.

📚Makes a competition out of it with Ayato as I’ve said before.

📚Would so smack a random girl's a$$ while walking past her in the halls and then give her a sm!rk and wink in return cuz he's hot like that.

📚Will make out with a random chick in the halls and lives for getting caught by a teacher. He'll just sm!rk and play it off smugly.

📚Has a lot of flings, unlike Ayato who just brags about it but never actually does anything.

📚If he really likes a girl he won't stop bothering her, in fact he’ll go in her class and act like he’s in the right class.

📚Is on his phone 24/7 and the teachers get so mad.

📚Tries to keep his headphones in the entire time he’s in class.

📚He also pretends to be listening to music with his headphones, but realistically, he's just listening in on girls' conversations.

📚Records in class, especially if Ayato’s about to do something stupid.

📚Tries to make vines in class too.

📚Is actually smart but doesn’t try.

📚Tries to be paired up with girls so he can bribe them into doing all the work.

📚Sits with his feet on the desk in the back of the class.

📚Teachers don’t like him.

📚His favorite class is P.E. because he gets to see the girls practice cheer, and see them run on the track.

📚Everyone at school knows him and follows his social media.

📚He’s on the basketball team with Ayato.

📚Gets into detention with him all the time.

📚Gets a lot of love letters.

📚His locker is next to Ayato’s and he probably has the outside customized with band stickers.

📚It has an extra jacket, some random items, definitely another mobile device, rap and punk rock albums.

📚Other game-related objects, and multiple pairs of headphones.

📚Listens to a lot of rap music, and is really into female rappers.

📚And such lyrics give him ideas as to how he wants to eat a girl out.

📚Knows how to rap as well, and on school karaoke nights, he challenges Ayato to a rap battle and he always wins.

📚For after-school activities he is in a band and has an electric guitar. 

📚Orders guava juice at the cafeteria and doesn't give a damn if people think it's weird.

📚You can usually find him in the cafeteria, basketball court, anywhere with Ayato, on his phone, or with a girl in the locker room.

📚Tries to get peaks in the girl's locker room with Ayato.

📚Has snuck alcohol in his thermos. 

📚Condoms in his wallet or back pocket. Because he’ll find the time to bang a chick in between periods.

📚He is a jock so he’ll be around Ayato’s group and the band he’s with.

📚Like Ayato, he pranks teachers and staff as well; and even joins Ayato's antics sometimes and will try to make a vine out of it.

📚Ayato and Kino may start a food fight out of pure boredom in the cafeteria.

Mukami

Ruki:

📚Third-year

📚Is also very popular, more than Rei.

📚The girls think he’s hot.

📚He acts very sweet but he is also cold but the girls live for it.

📚Pro at math and history.

📚He’s been around for a long time so he knows so much history, a good amount he witnessed it too.

📚His favorite classes are math, history, and cooking class.

📚Is probably a T.A. and S.I. for math.

📚His rival is Rei.

📚So as you can imagine cooking class is just food wars/hell’s kitchen. It getz real.

📚Ruki likes to compete against Reiji all the time, he finds it fun.

📚Mostly cause he knows he’s better but will be worried if something seems a bit off and Reiji is scoring some points.

📚He will impress all the girls that spend time with Reiji just to make him mad.

📚Since he’s smoother with the ladies he rubs it in Reiji’s face that he can get any girl he wants.

📚As I said in Reiji’s part their lockers are across from each other on opposite sides so he will k!ss/make out with a girl against the lockers in front of Reiji.

📚You can find Ruki in the library most time but when he isn’t there you can find him reading outside, in the study hall helping others, solving a puzzle, being nice to girl, or making out with a girl in the library. 

📚I see that the school may have given him a job to help out the librarian and so a lot of girls come to ask him for help.

📚For like no reason even, they ask where a book is or like they don’t need anything they just want to talk to him.

📚He thinks it’s amusing but kind of annoying.

📚Would be so attracted to a girl if she wasn’t interested in talking to him and came to the library often but never asked for help.

📚He like wants to know that girl.

📚Enjoys the job bc it's quiet and he gets to sort books there, plus it makes Reiji feel challenged because teachers like him and he’s helping the school.

📚Ruki would also be part of the student council if the academy offered it.

📚He isn’t bad at P.E. he’s just not big on it.

📚For after-school activities he would either be in nerd debate club, chess club, or better yet, a book club.

📚And you can only imagine how many girls tried to enter these clubs.

📚In class Ruki sits in the middle of the middle rows. 

📚He is relatively quiet but will stare at a girl (in a hot way) and get her to look back which makes the teachers annoyed if they notice.

📚Knows the answer to like everything so the teachers hardly call on him but he will correct the teachers, especially with the history dates.

📚And if Rei answers a history question with the wrong date, Ruki’s all for it on correcting him- but this rarely happens.

📚Keeps a low profile but a lot of teachers like him seeing that he turns in the work and is a model student.

📚He’s always been asked to help out since he acts nice, which he isn’t mean but he can be cold.

📚This is the reason why some people feel intimidated to approach him.

📚His locker is average but neat.

📚He keeps a lot of books in there and he also keeps a diary, he has a few, I see it. But they are under a lock and everything.

📚This way, Kou never reaches them.

📚His locker has a musk scent like his cologne.

📚It is clean and keeps spare stationery items, a locket which might mean something to him, and the undergarments of the girl he’s currently seeing.

📚Gets a lot of f*cking love letters, more than Kou.

📚But if anything they are not love letters, they just thirst letters. lol

📚The school has dances and he participates only when he has a gf bc she wants to go and he’s actually pretty good.

📚He does rehearse with his date and bc he’s a vampire he’s been around for a while so he knows a lot of different dances.

📚So be prepared for surprises; although I will say he doesn’t like to show his moves, he’d have to really like the girl to do that.

📚He’s also incredibly sweet if he cares about someone so if he cares about a girl she is lucky.

📚The girls at school love this side of him and gush about it.

📚Personally, I don’t think Ruki has a group he hangs out with at school. 

📚Ruki is probably with Yuma and Azusa but usually he’s by himself in the library. Kou is busy with his fangirls.

📚Tho he does act respectfully when around others so people like him and sometimes talk to him.

📚Yuma and Kou usually cause problems and so he apologizes for them.

📚Oh although Ruki isn’t rivals with Ayato (I know they say he is but i don’t see it, i mean ya’ll what even is Ayato compared to dis man?!) I do think he likes to make Ayato feel challenged.

📚But Ruki’s not worried because he knows he’s better than him.

📚He has the best grades out of his brothers without even trying tbh.

Yuma:

📚Third-year

📚Doesn’t have a rival but he dislikes Shu a lot.

📚He usually helps Azusa so he doesn’t get bullied plus he knows people will try to pick on him.

📚So he protects him a lot of the time. 

📚He’s gotten into fights and Ruki tells him not to do it again over and over but he never changes.

📚”Ruki, man, I lost my cool with those @ssholes.”

📚”Yuma, you have to control yourself, they’re only humans remember?”

📚Has decent grades, he doesn’t like not passing so he does put in the effort.

📚It’s mostly because he’s not lazy and hates slacking no matter what it is.

📚So he’s always productive, and as you can imagine he does well in P.E. mostly cause he has a lot of strength.

📚Coaches want him on the team bc he’s tall. 

📚I know he’s not arrogant but I think he does like to flex about his strength just a little deep down but not very much.

📚Because Yuma is strong I see that helps out with caring things if the teachers ask or if the school is setting up for festivals the Mukamis usually help out and he’s always carrying heavy boxes for them.

📚If he notices one of his teachers has too many things in their hands he offers them help.

📚Bc he’s tall he’s always asked to sit in the back so other students can see, which he does.

📚There was one time a girl asked if they could switch sits bc she was much shorter than him and so he felt bad for not noticing earlier.

📚Didn’t mind giving up his seat. Although if he liked the girl he’d just tell her to sit on his lap or that if she wanted to switch seats that automatically makes her his.

📚He doesn’t talk much in class it’s only if he’s supposed to or if he has a question about the work.

📚But usually he’s just listening and doing the work.

📚He always has his hair tied up and I swear girls would d!e to see it down.

📚Not in a clique, he’s either with Azusa or Ruki, helping someone, or is on his own in class. Sometimes he’s just chilling.

📚Although if the school had a garden, he’d be all for it.

📚Used to be on one of the school's sports teams but he doesn’t do it anymore.

📚After school, he is either in study hall, or in a club since it’s required. And if he had to be in a club, it be something like cooking or something to do with horticulture. Even something regarding handy work- he likes it.

📚His favorite class is probably cooking class because it’s about food and P.E. because he can be outside.

📚Although the Mukami’s are pretty popular especially because of Kou people are intimidated by Yuma because he’s very loud and he’s got a deep voice.

📚So most do not approach him because of this but there are still girls who do like him, though I think he is bothered way less than Ruki and Kou.

📚And he honestly prefers it that way bc he can’t stand a crowd of teenage girls gushing over him. 

📚Sure, this would boost his ego up but he finds fangirls annoying. He just can’t stand the screaming or outbursts of excitement.

📚You can find Yuma usually in study hall, helping out Azusa, in detention bc he got in a fight to protect Azusa or bc Kou annoyed him.

📚You might even find him outside just thinking or on the rooftop just sitting around.

📚His locker is a little messy, not too messy but a little sloppy.

📚It probably has a dent or two in it bc of previous fights or whatever.

📚He keeps books for school, a jacket/sweatshirt, stuff for Azusa considering that he might forget, spare keys to the mansion, a hair tie, has a gardening journal and he does add to it. Has small plants which he takes care of. 

📚The locker smells like herbs so it’s actually not bad.

📚He might even keep extra items that he has to return, like if the girl he likes loses something and he finds it he keeps it in his locker until he sees her again.

📚his desk if he were to have one, i know most hs don’t but it would be the same deal as his locker not sloppy but smells nice.

📚He ignores Kou and tries to avoid him since he does find him annoying.

📚One time he got a love letter and he didn’t know what to think of it. He felt bad seeing he didn’t feel the same and he was a little surprised.

📚He gets them sometimes but it is rare, usually he pretends like he didn’t receive them bc he doesn’t know what to do with them.

📚Keeps Kou in line if he tries to blow their cover because he was thirsty.

📚Has probably gotten slips for cursing.

📚If he liked a girl he’d be the biggest jerk to her by tea$ing her all the time. And he doesn’t crush on many people- it’s not common.

Kou:

📚Third-year

📚His rival is Laito.

📚And oh boy, they go from one girl to the next.

📚They're always trying to see who received the most love letters.

📚He is surrounded by his fangirls a lot of the time.

📚His locker is filled with loved letters and fan mail.

📚Paparazzi take pictures of him.

📚He likes it but he does kinda hate it and wishes the girls would leave him alone at times.

📚In class he is the pretty boy and usually he distracts the girls which gets him in trouble.

📚He sits on the end of the middle rows or in the middle he doesn’t care honestly.

📚He somewhat studies but not a lot.

📚Will have one of his fangirls do his work and Yuma gets mad at him and calls him lazy.

📚If he has an interest in a girl he doesn’t pursue it bc of the fans.

📚In one of the mangas I believe he let Yui get bullied so only tells you how much he will be involved or be of help.

📚After school activities he might join a dance, drama, or glee club.

📚His favorite class is music and P.E. because he can socialize.

📚Encourages Azusa to get out there.

📚He gets into arguments with Yuma a lot which is why he does get in trouble.

📚He’s also a two-faced b!tch so some people don’t like him.

📚The group that he is in consists of girls, it’s really just the fan club at his school tbh.

📚He also hangs out with his brothers sometimes.

📚His locker is pink on the inside, there’s candy, a cat poster, extra clothes, a headset, outfit accessories, and music albums he likes.

📚Listens to LDR on repeat and other indie artists.

📚His locker probably smells like starbursts or some cologne he advertised.

📚It’s not very messy he has some shelves for his books and the locker has stickers on the front of it.

📚There is a good stack of fanmail in there too.

📚His desk doesn’t have much either it's just the school books and some candy.

📚He doesn’t get in trouble often either.

Azusa:

📚Third-year

📚He doesn’t have a rival he’s too nice.

📚He may have been suspended for showing his knife collection though for show-n-tell.

📚A loner, he doesn’t seem bothered by it but his biggest fear is not being acknowledged.

📚He probably likes this one girl in his class but he knows better than to approach her.

📚So he just admires her from afar and that's about it.

📚He doesn’t get love letters, not really.

📚Sits in the front or middle rows of seats.

📚He doesn’t really care, his grades are poor so he is in a lot of remedial classes to better understand.

📚Yuma is usually with him to help him pass.

📚It doesn’t surprise me if he’s slept in class before either.

📚A lot of people find him strange considering he has a lot of bandages and talks slow.

📚Realistically, I’m not surprised if people avoid him bc they can’t understand him.

📚They might think he’s mental bc he talks slow.

📚People don’t know much about him tho.

📚His locker is pretty vacant and has red stains on the front. (it’s his b!ood from his wounds but no one thinks its that.)

📚He keeps gauze in there, bandages, books for school, a hoodie, and probably a small knife.

📚If he had a desk it’s the same thing, he’s simple.

📚Doesn’t have a favorite class.

📚You can find him with his brothers, alone sitting on a bench, in the bathroom fixing his bandages, in the nurse's office, or talking to himself.

📚He’s actually nice and fails to realize it so he gets let down a lot.

📚Every time he approaches people it doesn’t really work.

📚Not surprised if he got bullied at first but Yuma stepped in and changed things.

📚No one will ever mess with him after that.

📚I feel like he felt bad for one girl who didn’t have lunch once so he asked Yuma for an apple and gave it to her bc he felt sorry for her.

📚It didn’t last very long bc the girl thought he was strange after hearing things.

📚It hurt his feelings afterward.

Tsukinami

Carla:

📚Third-year

📚Okay according to the games it was said that Shin and Carla were posing as exchange students from England when they attended Ryoutei High School. So it leads me to think that they’ll fake their accents to make it believable—and I mean they’ve been around for thousands of years so it’s not hard to believe that they could fake it.

📚Although his bro is the type to fl!rt with girls so he can get what he wants, Carla makes sure he doesn’t get out of hand and keeps him in check.

📚I could see him constantly scolding his younger brother all the time.

📚Doesn’t have a rival cause he’s better than that.

📚In class, he probably sits in the middle row but honestly he doesn’t care where he sits, but I don’t think he’d sit in front bc he is tall.

📚He probably did once and the teacher asked him to move bc he was too tall and he doesn’t like to talk about it.

📚Doesn’t ask questions, he’s so quiet it’s scary—and it honestly makes him look more intimating than he already does. He doesn’t really have an approachable persona.

📚If girls ask for his number he is heavily confused, mostly because he’s not very familiar with the technology.

📚He does have to act polite though to keep a good image—plus, he’s well mannered in general.

📚A lot of girls are interested in him tho.

📚So he does get some love letters and boy is he confused.

📚Shin had to explain it to him and he was still weirded out.

📚He acts like they’re silly and pretends to throw them away but he actually keeps them hidden away so no one can tea$e him for it.

📚He’d be dy!ng to figure out who it is though.

📚He’s not really a part of any cliques- he kinda just does his own thing in the sense that he goes to school and then goes home while making sure Shin isn’t causing any trouble.

📚His fav class is probably art class as you may have guessed it. If the school has a painting gallery, he’s all for it.

📚However, he gets quite critical with the pieces on display since they’re probably done by students. He’ll say they have potential, but they’re nothing like the classic/ancient artists.

📚His locker is rather neat. He pretty much just keeps what he needs for school in there.

📚He doesn’t understand why some people decorate them, he just finds no use for it and finds it kinda juvenile.

📚He’s not really into any modern fandoms of any sort, so it only adds on to why he doesn’t understand why some students decorate them.

📚Shin pranks him—like, all the time.

📚Like, there was one time when he opened his locker and it squirted water at him.

📚There was another time when he had obnoxious and loud music play from it since he opened it.

📚After those incidents, he’s honestly scared to open it and worries something will happen.

📚If he had a desk it’s the same as his locker, nothing special.

📚His uniform is a mess in all honesty. I mean, seeing what Rejet did with his character, you really can’t tell what’s going on right upfront with his outfit.

📚It just looks like a chaotic mix of patterns and colors even though the prominent shade is black- it looks like an unfinished outfit, or that they just grabbed whatever from the lost and found and put it on him xDD.

📚Tbh, he looks more like he’s dressed up as a character for a school play, than an actual student.

📚Also, I don’t understand how he’s never tripped over that long-a$$ scarf he wears. Like, how??

📚Girls have asked him out and have even fl!rted with him and he couldn’t even take a hint.

📚Especially if it’s something like “Shoot your shot” kind of thing.

📚And Shin is just laughing cause he’ll have to explain it to him later.

📚Since he’s an exchange student from England and is probably faking a British accent (no one suspects it’s fake tho), some girls have said his accent is cute and he just doesn’t know how to take it because he’s so embarrassed by their commentary.

📚Because he’s old and old-fashioned he thought that a lot of the girls were prostitutes at first based on their attire, but that was until Shin told him otherwise.

📚He doesn’t like P.E. because they told him he couldn’t wear his scarf. It ruins his day every time.

📚Plus, he has to wear the school’s P.E. uniform that consists of a t-shirt and shorts and he just feels so exposed since he’s used to wearing layers of vests and jackets (scarf included haha).

📚“How shameless. I feel like a n@ked brute.” He’d think.

📚And he has to take his gloves off and it’s just torture to him because again, he’s not used to exposing himself that way.

📚He ties his hair up in a ponytail for P.E. and the girls rave about it while he’s just embarrassed.

📚He hates the physical exam checkups because he doesn’t want to be shirtless, meanwhile Shin is all for it since he gets the excuse to show off.

📚And every time he has to take his shirt off, girls are all over it which leaves him to blush and this honestly embarrasses him even more.

📚You can find Carla at the cafeteria getting coffee, reading, in the art gallery, at the school's theatre, or outside probably in a secluded area of the school just sitting down and relaxing and waiting for next period.

📚He doesn’t really participate in sports, but because his extracurriculars require one, he took on dodgeball only because Shin suggested it.

📚At first, he had no idea what it was or how it worked. It took a few rounds to fully understand, and this was because Shin didn’t explain the rules to him, and he just kept getting Carla out every round.

📚Once Carla figured out how the game worked, there was no stopping him, especially when Shin was on the opposing team.

📚To get him back for not explaining the game to him, he aimed the ball so hard at him that it pushed him back into the gym’s wall, which left everyone astonished.

📚After that, he became everyone’s top pick for their dodgeball team and is regarded as a top player in school for that sport.

📚In general, he doesn’t really go for everyone else and makes sure that his magic sends the ball Shin’s way to get him out. And he of course knows he can’t go that hard with human players, so he goes easier on them, but with Shin or any other supernatural creature that may play, he has no mercy on them.

Shin:

📚Second-year

📚(in case you didn’t read Carla’s know this) Okay according to the games it was said that he and Carla were posing as exchange students from England when they attended high school. So it leads me to think that they’ll fake their accents to make it believable and I mean they’ve been around for thousands of years so it’s not hard to believe that they could fake it.

📚They’re like experts at lying and covering their @sses.

📚So I could really picture Shin calling every girl “Love” or “Sweet Heart” wouldn’t that just be hot? In a British accent? I think it would be.

📚Plus, I mean he’s a ladies' man, so he likes charming girls to do what he wants.

📚It makes it easier for people to not catch on if he’s convinced enough people.

📚He’s also more of a fl!rt and a per.v (openly) than Carla is. (But Carla is also a per.v.)

📚Doesn’t have a rival because he doesn’t think there’s a point. He thinks he’s better than everyone anyways.

📚In class, he sits in the middle row close to the back.

📚He’d totally sit in front of the girl he likes just cause he’s taller and it would make it harder for her to see.

📚And he wouldn’t give up the seat if she asked him to move, he’d just tea$e her endlessly about it.

📚He’d literally always gives that girl a hard time.

📚Bribes girls into doing his homework for him and tries to sweet-talk teachers to get out of doing exams.

📚Carla has to constantly scold him about this, saying that it's not good for their family image, but he never listens.

📚His grades are so-so- it’s not too bad but he hardly turns stuff in on time.

📚In general tho, at school a lot of people know him, and girls like him. There is a fair amount of them fawning over him.

📚And he digs it bc he has so much confidence.

📚Typically he and his brother have familiars drive them to school but sometimes Shin likes to go in his wolf form.

📚And Carla tells him not to go in his wolf form since it means he’ll be n@ked afterwards but Shin just tells him he’ll bring his backpack to change.

📚So yes, he’s gone to school n@ked and casually changed in the boy’s locker room.

📚Some girls have seen him sneek into the boy’s locker room n@ked, but he doesn’t care. At times, he’s even shown off and acted pretty cocky about it since he was giving them a whole scene.

📚His favorite class is either P.E. bc he can watch the girls or something like literature, history or a poetry class.

📚As for after-school activities he is probably in the basketball club since it is canon that he knows how to play.

📚Though he does like to watch the dance recitals and watch the girls.

📚And as you can imagine if there is a girl that piques his interest and she’s part of something like that he definitely wants to go.

📚You can find Shin in a lot of places, talking to cheerleaders/other girls, getting into fights, sweet-talking some girl up against his locker, playing basketball, in the yard staring at nature, or even him peaking in the girls locker room with Kino and Ayato.

📚Although If he had to be in a clique it’d probably be with jocks. Tho he’s not a part of that silly record Ayato keeps about girls regarding who’s nailed who.

📚Has gotten love letters before and thought it was very amusing.

📚When it comes to his locker I’m sure he decorated it, and it’s for two reasons, one bc he needs to blend in and appear like any other teenager, and two because it looked like fun to him.

📚Even tho he’d never admit it.

📚Shin’s locker is pretty clean for the most part, might have some scratches, it smells like his cologne that’s like a musk.

📚He keeps spare clothes in there bc when he changes out of his wolf form he’s gonna need it.

📚Shin also has some books, a weapon of some sort, and probably some object that retains magic in case it’s needed.

📚His desk is the same deal if the school provides them with that. Whatever the case his main goal is to have it look ordinary so no one suspects anything.

📚His locker is right next to the girl he finds interesting.

📚She doesn’t give anyone the time or day so he’s interested in her as hell.

📚The first time he tried making conversation with her, she gave him a bit of the cold shoulder, but bc he can listen to a human’s heartbeat he could tell that she was nervous and a little scared when he approached her.

📚The best part is that she doesn’t know that he can do that.

📚He follows her around and enjoys listening to her heartbeat change to being calm when she is with others, but when she’s with him it goes back to beating fast.

📚It’s not because she has a crush on him, she’s just a little uncomfortable and surprised that he approaches her.

📚“Heh, so she’s nervous around Prince of the Founders.”

📚Let’s be honest his uniform is off but considering that they are said to be in specail classes maybe this is allowed???

📚idk, all I know is that if he really wants to blend in he needs to lose the eye patch which he might be able to with some magic to heal his eye temporarily for the day.

📚Probably what he’d try to do but would find it to much of a hassle and just stop caring for it.

📚Carla has to constantly remind him to not use magic whether it's for sports, convincing people, fighting someone or anything.

📚Sometimes he does and Carla gets upset bc he took a risk in exposing them.

📚Has gotten into fights which leads Carla to step in.

📚He does feed on some girls but don’t worry he covers it up by erasing their memory.

📚Shin doesn’t date anyone at the school though he just has some flings or whatever but never a relationship bc he doesn't want to lower himself to that degree to be with a human.

📚Bc he does like pranking he will participate with Ayato and Kino when it comes to pranking teachers.

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[softer-ua]

I just—

Like what does that even mean?

He’s 16???

What grandiose things was he supposed to being praised for?? What is shallow praise for a CHILD

Seriously I wanna know, what is too shallow to praise a child for?

My godkids 7 and I gave her a standing ovation for tying her shoes last weekend?? I got excited about her making a bagel by herself.

I’ll praise her for being a line leader between gym and music, brushing her teeth, saying excuse me, getting a C on a test, singing a song off key, doing the weirdest most uncoordinated off rhythm dance I have ever seen. IDGF

There isn’t a single mildly good behavior or moderately effort taking task too small to praise a child for, that’s what good people do.

It’s incredibly important for their development.

Hell my little brother is 19 and I gave him praise for doing the dishes after our thanksgiving dinner. Was it something he was expected to do because I cooked? Yes. Doesn’t mean it’s not nice for him to hear. No one’s ever too old to be celebrated, even for the bare minimum.

Fuck especially the bare minimum, forget me passing a class I deserve applause for doing my laundry and calling my doctor back lol

So what on earth was Katsuki being praised for that she didn’t think a child deserved it??

Because by the time a praise becomes shallow it naturally doesn’t feel like praise anymore it feels patronizing, you congratulate a 13 year old on covering their mouth when they cough they don’t feel superior they just think you’re being an ass

Like should people dismiss him for getting good grades? Ignore his musical talents?? Turn a blind eye to his cooking?? Absolutely not.

Other people were not the problem. A child’s behavior is on the parents to guid and mold.

Maybe if they hadn’t made Katsuki feel like he had to earn every compliment with every fiber of his being…

Maybe if they didn’t blame him for things that were completely out of his control…

Maybe if they told him it’s okay to make mistakes…

Maybe if they told him they were proud of him uncon

Maybe if they showed him just a little grace…

They could have done what parents are supposed to do, teach him to navigate this world in a way that causes as little hurt as possible. For him and for others.

There’s so much pain that could have been avoided if they had just done the actual absolute barest barest fucken minimum of teaching him to value kindness

He could still have been a loud, stubborn, short tempered, pompous, go getter. That’s just who he is, but he could be that and have recognized Dekus kindness for what it was.

They probably would have still had problems but they wouldn’t have been as exacerbated, a small rift vs a chasm of misunderstandings

But because they couldn’t do that Katsuki will spend the rest of his life having to undoing the harm and reconditioning his behaviors. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to be a lot of work, their negligence will be a burden on him forever and it’s unfair and it makes me so so mad.

He could have been so much happier in this life

[kodzuvii]

CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

next [25: premarital hand holding]

PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit. 

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes. 

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes. 

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going. 

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you. 

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool. 

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany. 

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic. 

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories. 

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

 Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google. 

He came to his epiphany.

 Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you. 

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went. 

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up. 

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready. 

What a coward. 

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well. 

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him. 

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either. 

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely. 

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward. 

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted. 

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away. 

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school. 

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered. 

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his. 

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable. 

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. 

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly. 

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there. 

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready. 

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain. 

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out. 

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on. 

But it still melted your heart. 

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-” 

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt. 

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood. 

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer. 

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins. 

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night. 

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along. 

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours. 

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze. 

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment. 

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up. 

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand. 

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically. 

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek. 

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger. 

“Idiot” 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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[miss-choco-chips]

F’coffee

-.-.-.-.-.-

Honestly. What did Bruce even think would happen? He should have known better.

Tim wasn’t Dick, indoctrinated from a young age to be a good, somewhat (when convenient) obedient son. Tim only went along with Bruce’s shit because, more often than not, it aligned with what he himself wanted. He also wasn’t Damian, so easily manipulable when one knew which buttons to push. And he certainly wasn’t Jason, who would sink his own ship to kill the captain.

So, when Tim and Bruce fought, and his adopted father decided to pull the ‘you live under my roof and work in my company, so I’m the boss all the way through’ card, well…

Yeah. Tim wasn’t going to take that lying down. He had a childhood of zero authority figures to obey and an overabundance of sass, plus a complete lack of fucks to give.

It was bound to go down like this.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

And, well. Tim had money. Like, an absurd amount of money. Even before being adopted by playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, Tim had his own no small fortune stashed away, a couple of properties gathering dust, two trust funds and more antique cars that he knew what to do with. So he could just… burn through that money, or sell the cars, or make a living of renting the buildings he owned, and he would barely even scratch the surface of his deep wealth.

But it wasn’t about being able to live comfortably with minimum effort. Tim was trying to prove a point here. What point, fuck if he knew. But a point.

So here he was, on the other end of the wooden counter, a cute red cap falling over his eye as he looked dead into his friend’s eyes.

“Tim. Tim, you’re rich. Why are you working in a coffee shop?”

Seeing as Kon and Cassie were currently too busy being shocked, Tim shrugged and went back to cleaning the cup in his hands.

It was a plastic cup. It didn’t need cleaning, he could just toss it away. But it was his favorite plastic cup, and he was gonna save it as a family heirloom forever.

(The fact that the pretty customer from the morning shift had drawn cute little doodles all over it had nothing to do with it’s worth.)

“Teenage rebellion”, he finally said, carefully putting his treasure away.

“You are twenty.”

“Time is a social construct and I’m but a slinky falling down an endless flight of stairs.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense. How is it so symmetrical? It defies nature.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

“What can I get for you?”

“I'll have a mocha caramel latte-chino, made with skim milk, no whipped cream.”

“Bart, no.”

“Please put that in a grande cup”

“I’m begging you, don’t do it.”

“But use the same amount of coffee that you'd put into a tall.”

“I’m warning you, you don’t want to do this.”

“That way there's about an inch of extra room on top.”

“I wish you had an extra inch so I could look straight into your eyes when I murder you.”

“To stir in my own nutmeg without spilling any coffee at all.”

“You’re dead to me. Also, I AM going to make you that drink and you WILL finish it or so help me God.”

“What do you want, Kon?”

“To not be here when Tim’s looking like he’s planning both our unsolved murders.”

-.-.-.-.-.-

When Kon entered the shop, the messenger bag slung over his shoulder bumping against his hip as he rushed in to get his caffeine intake before his evening classes, he wasn’t surprised at the scene.

Cassie being there was a given, since there was always at least one of them there at all times, supporting Tim in this ‘independence’ thing he was dead set on trying. Kon himself had his Tim Shift later that day, after his creative writing course. Bart had probably just left, considering the amount of empty cake platters littering the counter.

Tim being face down in said counter, uncaring about the mess, was also old news. The dude barely ever seemed to leave (Kon was almost completely sure he actually owned the place, since he’d never seen any sort of manager and Tim’s hours seemed to work around his weird sleep patterns all too perfectly), and distraught was his general state of being, so. Normal day as far as he could see.

Still, he had to ask. “What is it today?”

Cassie, eyes never leaving her magazine, chin resting in one hand as the other one scratched at Tim’s scalp, snorted.

“A cute boy started working in the tattoo place next door. He came in for a morning fix, when Tim was barely awake, and he said something stupid, so he’s been having an existencial crisis ever since.”

“I said ‘you too’, Kon. He said ‘thanks for the coffee, I’ll enjoy it!’ and I said ‘you too’. What is wrong with me?”

Kon snorts a little. Tim doesn’t seem to be very interested in doing his actual work, so he just jumps over the counter and starts working the machines himself.

“You know that’s a question you can only ask your therapist, Tim, but if you need to know, I’d say you’re highly sleep deprived and a dysfunctional bi?”

At that, Tim does turn to look at him. There’s some cake frosting clinging to his eyelashes, and his hair is a mess. It looks cute, to be completely honest, and Kon has to leave his unfinished latte on the side so he can hug the little shit.

“Aw, don’t pout, Timbo. I’m sure he thought you were cute. Just try to sleep a bit more tonight, so when he comes back tomorrow you’ll be a little more alert and won’t embarrass yourself.”

“What do you mean, when he comes back?”

“I mean, if he works next door, he’ll probably get his morning coffees here all the time, right?”

That seemed to drive Tim back into the distraught spiral. He smashed his head back into the counter, making dying whale noises until Cassie’s hand returned to his scalp.

Kon privately thinks Tim’s life is starting to sound like fanfiction. He wonders which type of background character he would be, in it.

-.-.-.-.-.-

The shop is called F’coffee. That’s why Cassie is convinced Tim is the actual owner; no one else would really think that’s a proper name for a serious establishment. Kon isn’t convinced all the way yet, but with Bart on her side and Tim staying silent on the subject, it is just a matter of time until she convinces him it’s totally okay for him to do his gym routine there. She thinks, with Tim being his own boss, no one would tell him to stop it, and it would help his friend’s business to bloom with new customers.

The place's general aesthetic is exactly what you would expect, with old wooden tables, comfy chairs, potted plants hanging from the walls and tall windows just a little bit stained. The smell is constantly of the strongest brew Tim has, Death Coffee (which he’s actually not legally allowed to sell, so he keeps it for himself), and just setting a foot in makes her feel instantly awake. It's also always warm, and the sweets on display look mouth watering no matter your personal preferences.

In short, it looks like something out of a movie. It’s a tad too perfect for her friend, but she thinks it also fits his obsessive need for perfection.

Except for the board. Oh, the board. Cassie loves it more than life itself.

Tim has divided the drinks in categories. And made up names for all of them.

“Yes, hello! I’d like to order a grande, iced, sugar-free vanilla Latte, with soy milk, but I can’t seem to find it in your menu…”

Tim’s dead eyes turn to Cassie for a second, before facing his customer again.

“You’re probably looking into the Normal People section”, he points out, before raising his hand to signal a bit to the left. “There you have the Pain In The Ass selection. There’s nothing just like you asked, but you have the It’s Britney Bitch beverage, which is almost exactly the same except I’ll add a middle finger drawing in the cup and charge you extra for emotional damages. Also, we’re out of soy milk.”

Or…

“Hey, good morning! I’d like to order…”

Tim raised a hand, stopping the chirpy, good looking young man dead in his tracks.

“Don’t tell me, I know what you need. I’ll just go ahead and prepare it.”

“But you don’t even know what I/”

“You’ll have a Cougar Bait. It has cacao cream, a strawberry pucker and some grenadine seeds. I think it's fitting, for you.”

And also…

“Hey, hum… Sorry, I just have to ask… what’s on the ‘Barista’s heart’ drink?”

“Cacao powder, almond milk and espresso. Also some organic coconut ash, that gives it the blacker-than-night color, that’s just a shade lighter than my soul.”

“...noted.”

Cassie snorts into her cup of Jack it up (coffee that tastes just like a Jack Daniel’s; having Tim working here has opened up her eyes to the possibilities), watching as Tim makes his own usual.

“What’s in that one?” She asks, out of curiosity, when she’s sure there’s no other customer close by.

“Six espresso shots.”

She waits for a second. Tim finishes the drink, carefully handling the dark liquid inside his favorite plastic cup.

“...okay, and?”

“And that 's it.”

“Tim, that-- that would kill you?”

“Duh. Why did you think it was called The Last Sip?”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

[sevendeadlymorons]

Could I request the brothers reacting to MC who procrastinates a lot?

Absolutely, I’ll get right on that :)

MC Who Procrastinates

—————————————————

Lucifer

Watches you from the doorway of your room as you drum your fingers on the table with your earphones in

Shakes his head because he knew damn well he asked you to finish up on your missed class work only 5 minutes ago

Walks up behind you, takes out your earphones and gives you a stern look

Mom style hands on his hips

Decides to sit on your bed behind you to make sure you’re doing your work this time

Gets out some work of his own to do while he watches over you

You get on with your work... for about 2 minutes

Twiddles your pen between your fingers

Stares at your work for about 10 minutes, head empty

Lucifer just ends up sitting next to you helping you go through it and keep focus

Very very close to just doing it for you

Mammon

He procrastinates a lot himself

He was told by Lucifer to sit with you and do your work together

Terrible decision really

Didn’t think much of it when you started rocking on your chair, completely ignoring your work

Had to save you when you rocked on your chair too far and you almost fell back

Kept moving your focus further and further away from your work by showing you funny shit he finds on his phone

You two are the worst people to leave alone in a room to get on with their work

Keeps asking you to do something else, of course you agree. Anything to get out of doing work

In the end, you two get in trouble with Lucifer

He had to watch over you two to make sure you do your work

Leviathan

He’d asked you if you could help him clear away some boxes from his recent Akuzon spree

You’d agreed and followed him to his room, beginning to pack away the boxes that lay scattered on the floor

The last time Levi saw you, you were happily folding up boxes into a pile, but when he turned around, he saw you’d gotten distracted by some bubble wrapping...

He honestly didn’t blame you or stop you for that matter, he’d do the same

Went back to his boxes, listening to you popping all the bubbles on the sheet

Eventually turned around and told you to speed it up because he wanted to play the new game he bought

You got back to packing away the boxes for around 30 seconds before you got out your phone and started responding to texts

He looked at you in disbelief, walking over to your side of the pile to pack away your boxes for you

You swatted him away, telling him you got it

Rolls his eyes, believing you, but not for long as he heard you rustling through boxes

Completely just shoos you to the side telling you he’ll do it himself

Satan

Comes in to ask you to fill in for him as he can’t do cooking duty today since he’s busy with some book project he’s been working on

You agree and say you’ll get right to it

He smiles and leaves the room, letting you finish off what you were doing

Goes into the kitchen 10 minutes later to see you not there

Walks to your room to actually find you on the bed with your head dangling over the side, phone in hand

Asks you why you aren’t preparing dinner, giving you a confused look

You tell him you’ll get to it, standing up and putting your phone down on the bed, giving him a smile

Gives you the benefit of the doubt and walks out

Immediately sits back down, back to the game you were playing on your phone

Don’t get MC wrong, they did actually think about doing it, just... not yet

In the end, after a long 45 minutes had passed, Belphie and Beel had to do it since nothing was prepared for everybody

Asmodeus

Rushes into your room to ask you for help in cleaning his room, as he had company round last night and they left a mess

You immediately knew nothing would get cleaned

Accepted anyway and walked with him to his room

Just the state of the room made you want to do something else

You can hardly clean your own room, how are you supposed to clean his?

Starts to pick up empty cans amd put them in the bin, and pick up and fold about 2 pieces of clothing before immediately sitting on his bed and getting out your phone

Asmo tries to encourage you to help but who in hell willingly wants to clean a room

He eventually takes your phone out of your hand and shifts his weight onto one of his legs

Points to the bed indicating you to help sort it out

You do the bare minimum of making his bed and then straight back on his bed

He honestly can’t believe you and decides to just clean it himself, but at least you’re with him while he does it

Beelzebub

Dragged you to the gym with him so you could help him with his form and he could teach you some cardio

Started off fine, telling him how he looked and he even offered you a few dumbbells to use if you wanted

About 5 minutes in, and several different exercises later, you were on your phone, playing a game you recently got

Beel kept asking you if you were watching and you told him you were, but you honestly were too engrossed in the game to focus

Came over every now and again to offer you a different piece of equipment which you took but honestly didn’t use

Exercise can wait. You’ll do it later

He dragged you to your feet so you could help him a couple times and it worked.. for about 20 seconds

Could see you getting distracted by everything around you and whatever was on your phone so brought over some food to motivate you to exercise

Now you were too busy eating to exercise. Such a shame

He decides to end it there and continue another day

Belphegor

Barges into your room with a stack of work he missed from class because of all the times he just didn’t wake up to go to RAD

Asks you to keep him company while he works and maybe even help him study some of the material a bit

You agree and pick up a piece of paper with some questions on, asking him some of them back and forth for maybe 10 minutes

He asks for the next one but all he gets is a little “hm?” from you as you play with a pen

He honestly wants to do the same and procrastinate himself out of this situation but he knew he couldn’t if he didn’t want Lucifer up his ass

Takes away the pen and asks for the next question

You try to focus but you really couldn’t be bothered to revise when you could be doing literally anything else

You offer to take a little nap break with him

How could he turn that offer down

Very little revising was done that day

[artificialqueens]

Level Up, Chapter Twelve (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

AN: I can't even lie, the support on the last chapter and about this fic coming back made me so so incredibly happy. If you're still here and reading and leaving reviews, THANK you, I love hearing your thoughts and reactions and it honestly is why this chapter came pretty speedily. Enjoy and tell me your thoughts! Thank you writ for betaing <3

“How on earth are there seven thousand people watching this Instagram live? They got nothing better to do than talk to our sweaty asses?”

Monique’s eyebrows push together in disbelief as she looks at Vanessa’s phone screen, her eyes scanning the comments and it makes Vanessa snort, turning the camera towards her.

“It was your idea. I was perfectly content catching my breath and drinking some water now that class is done, or maybe, y’know, taking a shower,” Vanessa quips, her eyes flitting across the screen as she watches the comments fly by at light speed. “But you wanted to say hi to your ‘fans.’”

“They love me,” Monique tosses her braids over her shoulder, batting her eyes at the screen. “Right, guys?”

��Oh my god, you’re ridiculous,” Monet drops down beside Monique on the ground, popping her head in front of the screen. “I’m the one that everyone loves. I mean, how can you not?”

“Very easily.” Monique’s deadpan expression makes Vanessa burst into laughter, shaking her head.

“Y’all are nuts, I swear.”

It’s still strange to Vanessa, the way that this is her new normal. The fact that she can open Instagram and start a live and have an audience, the fact that she can post a picture and have famous people showering her with comments. It’s as if her world has tilted, little slivers of light that are shining upon new opportunities she would have otherwise never been able to see.

Like the fact that Detox has inked her a deal with fucking Fenty Beauty, of all companies, as a brand ambassador and now she has a shoot next week and Rihanna, Rihanna, knows who she is.

Rihanna.

It still doesn’t feel real. Hell, maybe Vanessa actually had hit her head real hard during her last match and the whole period since has simply been vivid dreams while she’s in a coma at this very second. Maybe that’s a more likely scenario.

“Hold up, pass me the phone, I got something to say,” Asia holds out her hands, wiggling her fingers, and Monique sticks out her tongue, handing the phone to her.

“You better be quick. I was having fun with the filters.”

Monet scoffs, nudging Monique’s shoulder as she looks over at Vanessa. “Forget about the filters for a sec. Where are we thinking for dinner? That’s the more important thing to focus on.”

Monique pauses. “Well, see, while I’m a fan of that burrito place we went to last week, it did give me major gas, and I don’t wanna smell up any subway cars on the ride home-”

“Nasty- ”

“There’s a such thing as too much information when the people on Instagram live can overhear you, doofus-”

“As I was saying,” Monique continues, her voice a little louder, “I’m down for some Korean food, maybe. Thoughts?”

Vanessa giggles as Monet shakes her head at Monique, who looks entirely nonplussed. “I’m good with Korean.”

As much as things have changed, from the brand deals and the sponsorships and the people on the street who do a double take when they recognize her, Vanessa’s glad that one thing hasn’t. Her friendships.

She’s not sure how she’d take it if Monet and Monique and Asia started to treat her differently, if maybe they’d think she was a sellout or hate her for having a meme that she has no control over. Her friends don’t pretend as if the whole thing hasn’t happened, either, which she’s sure would feel worse. Instead, they roll with everything, getting excited when Vanessa brings them free sponsored items that show up in her mailbox or scrolling through her Instagram comments and screenshotting the hilarious ones. It’s as if they’re all going through it together instead of just her, and honestly, it feels kind of nice.

The Korean restaurant three blocks away from the gym is one that they’ve frequented quite a bit over their weekly dinners, the booths cozy and a perfect bubble for the gossip they can’t necessarily have while in front of a punching bag. And sure, their last few dinners have revolved around Vanessa’s random celebrity encounters on social media, but today the spotlight is on Asia. Or rather, the grumpy manner in which she’s eating her gimbap.

“I said, there’s nothing wrong. I’d tell you if there was,” Asia mutters, shoving a bite into her mouth.

Vanessa exchanges a look with Monet and Monique. Asia’s the queen of denial, the one who draws attention to problems precisely by trying and failing to hide them. When Asia says that nothing’s wrong, she’s fibbing. Majorly.

“You wouldn’t tell us, you’d stew about it like you are now. So, there’s something wrong. Checkmate,” Monique raises an eyebrow, and Vanessa can’t help but turn towards Asia and nod because hey, Monique’s right.

Asia, though, sulks. “No, there isn’t.”

“Asia. Just tell us!” Monet waves her chopsticks in Asia’s face, who wrinkles her nose. “Did we do anything?”

“No, no, not you guys,” Asia sighs, sinking down lower in her seat. “Not you. You know I’d be quick to beef with y’all if you did something wrong.”

Monique nods. “She’s got a point.”

“Then what? Is it Kameron?” Vanessa asks, and Asia’s expression change is immediate, the way her eyes dart a telltale sign that Vanessa’s hit the nail on the head.

“What’d she do? Do we need to fight her? Though, to be fair, not sure if any of us could fight her. Bitch is ripped,” Monique takes a sip of her drink before she can dig herself in a bigger hole, and it makes Vanessa snort.

“That’s the thing, she didn’t do anything,” Asia scowls, as she grabs another bite. “Nothing at all.”

“Nothing? What do you mean, nothing?” Monet’s eyebrows furrow and Vanessa’s sure that she’s making the exact same expression, too.

“Yeah, what’s nothing?”

“Exactly nothing!” Asia huffs. “It’s been months of us just smacking and that’s all we do, aside from talking about the weather or maybe about Bachelor in Paradise ‘cause she watches that too, but...nothing. We haven’t even been on a date or anything. Nothing!”

“Oooh… ” The way Monique’s realization trails off is comical, and Vanessa has to press her lips together to keep from breaking into a laugh because she does feel for Asia, she really does.

Vanessa’s seen her and Kameron come out from the change rooms or from behind one of the punching bags more than once, the two of them looking ruffled from their little makeout sessions. And sure, Vanessa’s thought that the two of them had more going on. At least, more than what she’s seen with her own two eyes.

But evidently not.

“So you’re waiting for her to make the first move?” Monet gives Asia a look. “C’mon, girl. If you want to date her, then ask her out yourself. Stop waiting around if you want more.”

Monique leans forward. “Yeah, what’s that saying? Follow your destiny?”

“Never heard of any saying like that.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Vanessa clears her throat, trying to shoot Asia a reassuring look. “I think the point that these two are trying to make is that Kameron’s definitely into you, too. She wouldn’t be sticking around if she wasn’t. So what’s the worst that can happen if you ask her out? Maybe she’s shy, or something. Wants you to make the first move.”

Asia scoffs. “Shy? That bitch never stops talking once she starts. I swear, that quietness is totally a facade.”

“There you go,” Vanessa nods, smiling. “See? You know her enough that she’s comfortable around you to loosen up.”

“Doesn’t mean I can ask her out,” Asia mutters, letting out a sigh. “What if she says no? What if all she wants is just this casual not-even-a relationship? What if this is the most I’m gonna get without her running for the hills?”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Monet counters. “Hey, anyone who can swap spit with you for months on end has gotta be into it, right?”

“Nasty. Truly nasty,” Asia grumbles, but her posture is less slouched, less defeated. A little more hopeful.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to feel like she’s using her position of power over you, being a coach, and that’s why she’s letting you take the reins,” Monique ponders, as she lifts up a bite of noodles. “So that she doesn’t feel like she’s pressuring you into saying yes.”

“She really wouldn’t have to pressure Asia at all, she’s jumping at a chance to...” Monet trails off when Asia shoots her a narrow-eyed glare. “Sorry.”

Vanessa reaches out to pat Asia’s shoulder because she feels for her, she really does. “You have two choices, really. You either gotta be happy with this current situation you two have going on with all the smacking and breath mints, or you gotta be willing to take a risk for a higher reward. For a chance of more with her. Though it is a huge risk to take-”

Monet winces. “Vanj, ending on that is not encouraging-”

“-look what you can get out of it,” Vanessa finishes, leaning forward in her seat. “Are you really going to be happy with the absolute bare minimum that you’re getting with Kameron? Is it the way you want things to stay? ‘Cause it seems like Kameron is fine with it.”

“Alright there, Doctor Phil,” Asia grumbles, resting her cheek against her hand, “maybe I’ll talk to her. Maybe, though. I don’t do talking.”

“Tell that to my eardrums who had to listen to you complain about your leggings for twenty minutes straight in the change room yesterday,” Monique mutters, before letting out a squeal when Asia kicks her under the table. ” Ow !”

Asia does look lighter, though, as they head out of the restaurant and towards the subway, a spring in her step that definitely had not been there during dinner. Vanessa just hopes that it’s enough, that Kameron’s feeling the same and maybe Asia’s springboard won’t break from under her anytime soon.

It’s one thing to put yourself on the line, but to risk it all? Vanessa’s a romantic and all that, but she’s not sure that she’d be able to go through with something like that herself if it all went sour.

Brooke’s not really sure of what to make of the way that Kameron’s pacing in front of her closet, to the point where she’s about to wear a hole into the floor. That being said, it is fairly entertaining to watch.

“Y’know you haven’t even looked in your closet yet, right? Aren’t you supposed to be picking an outfit to wear for your d-”

“Don’t even finish that word,” Kameron bites out, holding up a finger and Brooke snorts before taking a sip of her water. “What am I even doing?”

“You’re going out with-”

“Ugh,” Kameron sighs, flopping down on her bed beside Brooke. “This isn’t going to end well, is it?”

Brooke turns on her side, facing Kameron. “Not if you keep dithering like this. You’re putting my anxious self to shame.”

Brooke gets it, though. The way that Kameron’s leg is bouncing and the way she’s unable to keep still are both sure signs that her mind is running at a hundred miles an hour. Considering what Kameron’s about to do this evening, Brooke can’t blame her.

“What if I can’t come up with anything to talk about? What if we just sit there awkwardly and twiddle our thumbs for an hour?” Kameron covers her face with her hands, letting out a groan.

“Is what why you only make out with her in a closet like two teenagers?”

“Shut up.”

“You gotta learn how to have big girl conversations sometime or the other, Kam.” Brooke pats Kameron’s shoulder. “You can talk to me just fine. You can talk to Asia too.”

“But you’re just you. Asia is… Asia,” Kameron mumbles, her voice uncharacteristically soft, and Brooke can’t help but let out a snort.

“Thanks for that non-compliment. Very sweet.”

“You know what I mean,” Kameron sighs. “What if she won’t like me when she gets to know me?”

“You’re a catch. Definitely not my kind of catch, but someone’s kind of catch. Maybe Asia’s,” Brooke dodges before Kameron can whap her with a pillow, grinning when she misses. “Besides, Asia already knows you. You two bicker throughout classes and definitely had things to talk about when driving back from the last tournament. Or was that arguing for the entire drive about the appropriate speed limit on the highway? I can’t remember.”

“You’re terrible at pep talks,” Kameron grumbles, rolling onto her back.

“But you’re feeling better, aren’t you?”

“No.”

“Regardless,” Brooke announces, rolling off the bed and grabbing Kameron’s hands to pull her up, too, “we need to pick out an outfit for you. Can’t have you dazzling your star student and date for tonight in your current wine stained joggers. Unless Asia’s into that.”

Brooke gets Kameron into jeans and a tank that shows off her arms and tattoos and Kameron begins to perk up a little at least, looking at herself in the mirror, as Brooke presses an eyeliner pen into her hand.

“Go on. Do your makeup.”

“Do you think she’ll-”

“Yes she’ll find it hot, no you can’t make out with her instead of going on the date. It’ll mess up your lipstick.” Brooke leans back on her hands as she watches Kameron from the bed.

It makes Brooke think, though, as Kameron tousles her hair and slips on a leather jacket and stands a little taller. The fact that Kameron is going on a date with Asia. It’s no secret that the coaches at Brooke’s gym sometimes hook up with the students, despite the fact that it makes Brooke’s nose wrinkle sometimes. It’s relatively harmless, never turning into anything too dramatic. Kameron’s had her own share of them, but this feels...different.

Maybe because Kameron actually cares about impressing Asia, past just the shallow looks and first impressions. She likes Asia and wants Asia to like her too, for more than someone who holds a punching bag for her. Kameron’s toeing the line with Asia from something casual towards something that could be more, and to Brooke, the drop feels real high.

It’s not like they have that much to risk, not really. Sure, a shitty date could make classes awkward for the two of them, though no harm done in the long term. But then why is Brooke’s heart turning over in her chest at the mere idea of it?

She doesn’t know. But she’s going to make her friend look good for her date, that’s for damn sure.

“What shoes?” Kameron holds up a pair of boots in each hand, and Brooke squints as she looks between the two of them.

“The docs.”

“Not too stereotypical?”

Brooke grins. “Way stereotypical. But Asia’s going to eat it up.”

She feels like a mom helping her daughter get ready for her first date. Considering how few dates Kameron has actually been on, how little she takes the leap to get to know people past a shallow level, it somehow feels appropriate.

The sun is beginning to set as Brooke leaves Kameron’s apartment, painting pinks and purples that cast an iridescent glow along the buildings and reflect off of her watch. It’s her second favourite time of the day after sunrise - instead of charging her batteries the way that the oranges and yellows of the morning do, the sunset calms her system, slowing down the thoughts in her brain that go just a little too fast for her liking.

Her phone buzzes when she’s waiting at an intersection, and Vanessa’s name on her screen makes her face break into a smile without her even noticing at first. Maybe it’s just the way that Vanessa’s always so funny, never failing to make Brooke laugh with whatever she comes up with over text.

Vanessa: alert alert Asia is going out with Kam tonight!!!!! Monique and I wanna follow them and see where they go but Monet won’t let us lol

Brooke: LOL. That’s probably for the best. Let the two of them figure it out on their own, y’know?

Vanessa: boooo but that’s boring

Vanessa: Asia said they were going to play something called lob???

Vanessa: tf is that do u know

Vanessa: cuz I thought lob was a haircut

Brooke: Picture mini golf but with small balls that you throw. And without the golf clubs.

Vanessa: haha small balls

Brooke: Really?

Vanessa: IT’S FUNNY

Brooke: It’s a fun game. Went there once some years back and honestly, it feels harder than mini golf. Not that I was good at mini golf.

Vanessa: ok but I’m good at mini golf, does this mean i’d school ur ass if we played

Brooke: Well we’d have to find out and see, wouldn’t we?

Brooke watches the clock at the top of her screen pass by one minute, then another, and Vanessa hasn’t replied, wait, did Brooke say anything wrong? She reads their conversation through again and when her eyes hit the last text…

Wait.

No, it doesn’t sound like she’s asking Vanessa out. Because she’s not trying to. Vanessa’s not, they’re not…

Unless Vanessa’s taking it that way and wants to run for the hills and never speak to Brooke again-

Vanessa: ok lets square up then punk

Phew.

Brooke: Did you just call me a punk?

Vanessa: and what about it??

Brooke: That’s extra burpees for you next practice.

Vanessa: playing dirty!!

Brooke lets out a laugh but it’s more of a shaky exhale than anything else, running a hand through her hair as she walks past the front desk of her apartment building and pushes the button for the elevator. Getting into the elevator alone is a blessing, a chance for her to lean her head back against the mirrors and close her eyes for a second, trying to ignore the way her heart is beating in her chest.

It’s not that she hasn’t thought about it. Brooke has eyes, Vanessa’s beautiful but also now such a good friend but she’s also her student and they’re not like that, they’re not and Brooke doesn’t do relationships-

Ding.

The doors open and it’s almost a relief, in a way, because for a second Brooke gets to pretend that she can leave her worries in the elevator and not bring them into her apartment. But they sweep up on her shore as she unlocks the door, the way they always do when she wants to avoid thinking about something.

Maybe Brooke’s just in her head. Maybe Vanessa hadn’t noticed how her text could have sounded suggestive at all, hell, maybe Vanessa had just been in the bathroom or something and that’s why she hadn’t answered Brooke’s text right away. There’s a million different ways to interpret what had happened, and Brooke’s just working herself up at this point. She knows that.

Problem is, her brain doesn’t always listen.

Yvie’s frowning at a pineapple at the kitchen island when Brooke hangs up her coat and walks into their apartment.

“Not going so well?” Brooke raises an eyebrow at the bent knife in Yvie’s hand and the still-intact pineapple.

Yvie scratches her head. “I really should have just bought the pre-chopped pineapple. But all that wasted packaging, y’know? Figured this was better for the environment.”

“Not for the knife, though.”

“Sadly,” Yvie sighs, letting the knife roll onto the cutting board with a clatter. “I think there’s another one in the utensil drawer somewhere. I’m gonna try again.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow. “Why don’t you look up a tutorial first or something? Maybe there’s an easy way to do it.”

“And ruin the surprise and excitement? Nah,” Yvie shrugs, before grinning. “I’m gonna defeat this pineapple on my own.”

“Have fun with that. And let me know when you’re done so I can have some, too,” Brooke snorts, sitting down on one of the stools at the counter.

Yvie lets out a woo when she pulls another knife out of the drawer, waving it around. “Found it! Nice.”

Brooke leans back on her stool even though Yvie is a good six feet away, because she also remembers the time Yvie accidentally threw a pair of scissors across the room while animatedly telling a story complete with hand gestures. “Careful, Yves.”

“You’re fine. The pineapple is the only one getting murdered tonight.”

“Comforting.”

“Anyways,” Yvie starts, twirling the knife in her hands before lodging it in the side of the pineapple, letting out a curse under her breath. “Is Kameron ready for her date? Did you lend your fashion expertise and all that?”

Brooke shrugs. “Kameron has that part under control. She needed more cheerleading than anything else to actually get herself on the date without clamming up. You know how she gets sometimes.”

Yvie snickers as she yanks the knife back out of the pineapple. “You mean her complete lack of game whatsoever?”

“Yvie!” Brooke admonishes, rolling her eyes when Yvie grins. “I think she’ll be fine with this girl, though. From their constant bickering, they have enough chemistry to warm even Kam up a little bit.”

“Aww. I remember that stage,” Yvie’s face is almost nostalgic, her bottom lip pushing out. “Scarlet and I would always clash in class. Of course, I still found her hot when she was being stupid, but that’s beside the point.”

“And now the only thing you two argue about is about who’s going to hang up first.”

As nauseating as the two of them are, Brooke has to admit that Yvie and Scarlet are kind of cute. The way that they’re making it work despite the fact that they live far away from one another is sweet, as ‘temporary’ as Yvie says their distance is.

“God, I love that bitch,” Yvie’s eyes are almost dreamy, a jarring sight when combined with the knife she’s dangling from her grip. “Speaking of love, what’s the situation with your new lady like? Miss internet sensation herself?”

“What?” Brooke yelps, and the heat that floods to her cheeks is annoying, because from the smug grin on Yvie’s face, she definitely notices. “She’s not my lady. Jeez. I train her.”

“Yeah, yeah. Because that’s what the cuddling on the couch during Chicken Little night looked like. Completely.” Yvie’s look is knowing, too knowing, and it makes Brooke want to fold in on herself, sink under the counter.

“It’s not like that,” Brooke mutters, reaching a hand out for one of the pineapple cubes that Yvie’s successfully chopped and throwing it into her mouth, because it gives her more time to think of something to say.

It’s not. They’re not together, they’re not flirting for Pete’s sake, they’re...they’re Brooke and Vanessa. A washed up coach and an athlete with enough potential and talent and drive to have already made a splash on the boxing world without any professional fights under her belt. Vanessa’s special, more than she knows, and Brooke wants to be the one to nurture that and have a front row seat to her greatness. She’s more than a random person to flirt with and then ghost, she’s more than a sham of a relationship. She’s permanent. At least, Brooke wants her to be.

Desperately.

And not losing Vanessa in the future means that Brooke has to avoid doing anything to ruin whatever it is that they have between them.

“Okay. Tell that to the way you guys were snuggled together like two little puppies or something. It was kind of adorable.” Yvie pops a cube of pineapple into her own mouth, throwing another towards Brooke.

“We weren’t snuggled together,” Brooke mumbles as she chews the pineapple, shrugging when Yvie scoffs and rolls her eyes. “What?”

“So what was it, then? Huddling for warmth? In an apartment with a broken AC that’s always warm, anyway?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Yves,” Brooke lifts up her hands in surrender. “She’s my student. We’re not doing anything.”

“Y’know what I think? I think you don’t know what to tell yourself. And that’s why you’re avoiding thinking about it,” Yvie says, holding up another cube. “Want some more?”

“Don’t you have to go Facetime Scarlet or something instead of pressing me about Vanessa? God,” Brooke grumbles. “Yes to the pineapple, by the way.”

Yvie snickers as she grabs a bowl, filling it with a handful of cubes. “You’re grumpy when you’re forced to confront your feelings.”

“There are no feelings.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Denial may be a river in Egypt, but it’s also very entertaining on you.”

“Oh, shut up,” Brooke groans, resting her cheek on her palm with her elbow against the counter. “Now go have phone sex with your girlfriend while I get my earplugs out.”

“And I’ll enjoy it, thank you very much,” Yvie singsongs as she waltzes into her bedroom, kicking the door closed and leaving Brooke alone in the kitchen.

She’s sure about what she’s said to Yvie. There are no feelings. Well, friendship feelings, and feelings of caring for Vanessa as a person because she’s pretty damn great and a wonderful person, but...not those kinds of feelings.

Brooke doesn’t do those kinds of feelings. Not when they end the way so many other things do, not when relationships don’t ever last the way that they promise to. Brooke doesn’t need her time with Vanessa to end anytime soon.

Besides, platonic cuddling is a thing. Brooke has snuggled up against Kameron’s bicep more than once during their athlete days on the drives to tournaments. Not that it was ever that comfortable back then, but hey, maybe Asia will like it now.

Maybe she and Vanessa can go play lob at the bar one day at the bar that Kameron’s taken Asia to - not as a romantic thing, because they’re not like that, they’re not, but because Vanessa’s competitive streak is adorable. Something that Brooke loves to see but also something that pushes Vanessa to be a great athlete and is almost mesmerizing to watch.

So, yeah. Lob as friends.

Brooke’s going to emphasize the ‘friends’ part when she asks Vanessa. More to calm herself down about it, than anything else.

[batarella]

I Don’t Hate You - Part 7 (Jason Todd x Reader)

comment down below if you recognize who Penny is inspired by! also, I’ll let you guys surprise yourselves with this ending

WORDS: 6844 WARNINGS: parents fighting in the background, a lil bit of angst and A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF

Masterlist

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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You never actually noticed how much his jaw clenched when he ate. When he chewed, his mouth stiffens, especially when he ate something on the meatier side. It made his jaw look even sharper than it already does. He’s not the one to talk, either. Even with his friends around him in the table, Jason just kept his attention to his food and picked on it with his fork in the middle of chewing. His head was down, and he’ll either watch how everyone was going around him, respond when people talk to him, and sometimes, pull out a book and just read.

He looked so damn cute when he’d balance a book on one hand and eat with the other.

Barely anything happened the past two weeks, and you only had one week left of your detention sentence. You once dreamed of this day, when it all ends and all the shelving and recording and fucking hand writing comes to a finish, and you can go back to being the same, carefree old you when you did the absolute bare minimum of your studies instead of writing a damn lit paper all night just to impress someone whose opinion never even mattered until just a few weeks ago. The you before Jason.

It didn’t feel like the you that you wanted to go back to anymore.

If anything, shelving books didn’t seem like much of a chore much, especially when you were riding the cart and Jason was pushing behind you. When you’re busy with your own books and he’d come along and say you were doing it all wrong, when a shelf was too high and he’d help you reach it. When books fell to your face and his laughter would fill the empty aisles.

And the hand writing? Barely even a bother when he was sitting right across from you, smiling every so often when he’d catch your eye and hand you a cup of coffee he got for you.

Fuck, even mopping gym floors and being stuck in a library starving overnight became one of those memories you most often loved to relive before you’d drift off to sleep.

Yeah. You used to dream of this to end.

Now it was ending way too fast.

The week after this, you’d no longer have an excuse to see him everyday, or go up to him so suddenly and not look like a desperate fool. Perhaps the first few weeks, he’d say hi to you at the halls or smile at you from across the room. But it would probably end at that. Eventually he’ll find some other fun thing to do or new people to hang out with and you’ll end up being nothing but a detention story he’d sometimes tell his friends.

The distance will come eventually, and you’re stuck being the same old you. The you before Jason.

That’s the only thing you’ve thought about since you woke up in the morning. You haven’t made anyone cry today, or did anything that was borderline illegal.

It was lunchtime, and you haven’t said a word to anyone. You haven’t taken a bite out of your lunch, only fiddling with it with your fork for the past several minutes.

“Y/N. You’re staring at him, again.”

You bit your lips and darted your eyes over to your food. “No, I’m not.”

Penny was across from you, eating a sandwich. Her bright little sundress contrasted immensely from the waterfall of black you had on your whole body. She was looking directly at you, and could see exactly what you were looking at. She continued eating as she talked. “Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m NOT.”

Stabbing your food with your fork, you ate it whole and gritted your teeth as you forced yourself to swallow it despite the lack of appetite.

“You know, it’s okay to admit you-“

“That I what?!”

Penny flattened her lips. “That you like him.”

“I don’t,” you said. “What makes you think I do?”

“Well, I see you two together a lot. You’ve never actually been that way with a guy before.”

“I’m forced to be with him, Penny.”

“I don’t think you were forced to hang out with him at the football bleachers-“

“YOU SAW THAT?”

Penny shivered. “No!” Her high-pitched voice prolonged. “…but everybody else did.”

You slammed your fork into your mashed potato and brought your elbows to the table so you could bury your face into your hands. “I swear. One of these days I’m gonna massacre the entire fucking football team.”

“Everyone thinks you're dating-“

“WE ARE NOT DATING.”

“Okay! You're not!”

Your cheeks were burning up, and it you had on a hoodie, you’d pull it over your head. You continued to pick on your food like it was supposed to be all mushy and shoved it into your mouth in a big scoop.

Cocking your jaw to the side, you coughed, then your voice was unusually low. “Did we look like a couple or-“

“HA!” Penny pointed her fork at you. “You do like him!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Penny’s smile was bigger than it usually was and it was obvious she enjoyed watching you squirm like this, or maybe she was just happy there was someone in your life you didn’t want to stab with a knife. “I think he’s cute, too.”

“Stop looking at him!” Your grip on the fork was about to break it between your fingers. “PENNY.”

“I think you’d look great together, and he’s happier when he’s with you, too.”

Your eyes on your now messed up tray of food, you made a circle with the tip of your fork and eyed it carefully like it was about to move.

“Really?”

Penny’s giggles from being so giddy and happy for you didn’t even stop at your deathly glare on her. She brought her hands to her chest and smiled at you, looking like she was about to break into a song like a fucking cartoon princess. “Ooooooh, you got it bad, Y/N.”

“Penny, I will pop your head like a zit if you don’t stop right now.”

“Why don’t you make the first move? I’m sure he’s just scared to do it himself, Y/N.”

“I am not about to ask a guy out.”

“Well, since you’re so bossy, I thought you’d end up being the one to go for a guy-“

“DON’T SAY I’M BOSSY!” you screamed.

“Okay! Okay!” She looked down at her carrots and peas. “But you are though.”

You glared at her.

“A little bit.” Penny took a bite out of her vegetables. “As I said, he might just be scared to ask you out.”

You momentarily glanced at Jason. He was done with his food and was now fully invested in his book.

“Not with him.”

Penny stopped smiling just when she saw the sad, longing look on your face. No, this wasn’t just a crush on someone that’s all happiness and smiles and something so easily will go away. It wasn’t that at all.

“I’ve never actually thought of making a move on anything. I just thought this will all blow over next week when I don’t have to do all that library work anymore.”

“It doesn’t have to!” She leaned over to you. “I can teach you if you like!”

“Penny, I know how to talk to guys if I wanted to-“

“Why don’t you do something nice for him? Start with something small. What’s his favorite snack?”

You continued licking your lips and glowering at either Penny at the food, but you then thought.

“He eats fast food a lot.”

“Okay. Why don’t you get him a can of his favorite soda before you head to the library this afternoon?”

You weren’t glaring anymore, but you still kept your head down and kept yourself from glancing at Jason yet again before it’s even more embarrassing than it already is.

That wasn’t too bad an idea. Especially since he brings you coffee almost everyday. It wouldn’t creep him out too much if you did the same.

“Fine.”

“Yaaaaaay! Y/N’s in lo-“

“NO!”

Penny stopped with her poking and went back to finishing her food. “Bossy…”

You rolled your eyes.

An hour of class felt way too long with you fidgeting and squirming in your seat so uncomfortably. The vending machine was right outside, and you prayed they had Dr Pepper or at least a can of coke. Would he like that? He’d probably like that. You shouldn’t be so nervous, yet you kept glancing at the clock, both at the wall and the one on your phone, waiting for the bell to ring so you could get this fucking thing over with.

So you went over the possibilities.

Jason would look at you all surprised, but in a good way, then he’ll give you your daily cup of coffee and you’ll sit together at the table doing whatever it was Ms. P wanted you to do that day and thank you for the can. He’d smile brighter at you and before you’d leave, he’ll pull you into a hug and then you’d go home all happy and text him all night. And the next day you’d do it again until you’ll both realize you’ve been bringing each other drinks when you could just buy each one for your own. Then you’ll realize what was going on and… you didn’t know what happens after that.

OR

Jason would slowly back away, telling you he never actually liked that kind of soda and you’ll end up throwing it into the trash. He’d excuse himself and arrange books that never needed to be rearranged and avoid you for the rest of the day, possibly for the rest of the week, then you’d wallow in your own loneliness and do the work all by yourself, walk all the way home again and delete his number before you’d be tempted to text him first, only for him to not text you at all and you’ll go to sleep knowing you ruined the only thing that was good in your life.

Yeah. You were fucking terrified.

The bell rang and it almost made you jump out of your seat. Grabbing your bag too fast, you sped past the people around you all the way over to the vending machine. A guy, not seeing you were on the way, cut in front of you just as you were about to pull out your wallet, so you violently pushed him away. You were so fucking nervous.

He didn’t argue and instead, waited for his turn behind you. You were shaking while you grabbed the dollar bill, biting your lips until they were most probably chapped and bleeding. You didn’t taste blood yet, which was good. You fiddled with the machine until a can of coke dropped and you took it out.

Okay. Calm down. Almost there.

The walk to the library was most nerve wrecking. The cold of the can seemed to mellow it down when it came in contact with your sweating palms, but your chest was heaving and you swore you’ve never been so anxious in your life. Jason could just take it and thank you and it would all be over for all you care. You just didn’t want him to be driven away.

You were overthinking everything. You just knew it. Before you walked into the library, you closed your eyes and told yourself it would all go smoothly and wouldn’t even be a big deal at all. Just a friend giving another friend a can of soda. It doesn’t even have to mean anything.

Just two friends.

Gulping down your throat, you went into the library.

Jason was the first one you saw, and the light was shining against him from outside the window. He was putting a few books onto the first shelf away from the desk. You would’ve walked towards him if you didn’t see what was behind.

The same two girls from weeks ago. The ones who often came to the library to talk to him about anything and laugh at his God-awful jokes. The ones you’ve screamed at repeatedly, yet were never actually scared enough of you to not come back. The ones with their shirts pulled down way too low and their pretty eyes batting more often than they should.

Jay was smiling back at them and looked like he was actually having a good time. He didn’t look like he needed a can of soda. And he didn’t have a cup of coffee with him, either.

You closed your eyes, then took your last breath before you closed back the door and walked out to the school’s exit.

A fool. A fucking fool. That’s what you are.

A girl came up to you handing you a flyer. “COME VOLUNTEER FOR THE WINTER WONDERLAND BALL COMMITTEE-“

You grabbed the piece of paper, violently crumpled it in your hands, then stuffed it into the girl’s shirt before storming out the door. “JUST MEET US AT THE STUDENT COUNCIL’S OFFICE IF YOU'RE INTERESTED!” she continued to cry out at you, but you were gone out of the building.

Stupid. So fucking stupid. To even think you had something going on.

Jason liked being with those girls. You just knew he did. They wouldn’t have gone away if you hadn’t stepped in most of the time and driven them out. You always thought it was one sided. But perhaps, they kept coming back for a reason.

You kept walking. Out into the driveway. Nobody spared you a glance when you stomped out and fought to keep a blank expression on your face. Your chest was no longer heaving, no longer did your head feel like a hurricane was raging inside of it. You felt empty, alone, and most of all, disappointed.

You crossed the street without looking the other way, and a car almost drifted to the side, screeching as it almost hit you and stopped. A man poked his head out the window and yelled, “MOVE, BITCH!”

“MOVE YOUR CAR!!!!” your screamed with your shrill, shrieking voice that echoed out into the road, then you, without a moment of hesitation,

threw the can of coke throbbing in your hands right into the windshield and cracked the glass like you just shot a small bullet. The soda exploded upon impact and foamed up the entire front of the car.

The glass breaking was then followed by an ear-shattering car alarm. The car driver didn’t even go after you. He looked at you, visibly scared, then went out to check on his car. You later heard sobs. “THIS WAS A RENTAL.”

You kept moving. Out into the streets. Never mind how the voices that started to get so much louder against your ears that you felt like you were about to go deaf. You didn’t mind the sounds of cars you didn’t know, or anything else going around you in the busy Gotham streets.

You kept forward when someone almost ran you over with their bike, or when another car almost didn’t see you, or when a guy was in your way and didn’t have the time to walk to the side. You kept going, your head to the ground yet high enough for you to barely see where you were going.

Your feet picked up the pace, the more you felt the pain surge in, the image of him being so much happier without you, for you to think so high up in the clouds when you’ve never left the ground your whole life. For you to think it was okay to be vulnerable, to laugh with someone who you thought only laughed with you, too. For you to think this was how it was going to be for a long time. To think what you felt was actually true.

For you to think library work was more than just work, that a cup of coffee was more than just coffee, that books were more than books, that a mop was more than a fucking mop. For you to think he took you places, took you home, shielded you from being unhappier than you already were just because he wanted to.

For you to think you were an entirely different person after you’ve met Jason.

You were never, ever, going to let this happen again.

You reached home at record time. Fifteen minutes on foot. It was faster than you would have arrived on a bike. Coming home early had its consequences, you knew that. But anything was better than to make a complete fool out of yourself.

“Y/N?” your mother’s voice cried out from the kitchen. “Why are you home so early?”

You didn’t answer and shut the door behind you. Your father was on the couch. Your tall, stern, always furious father. He had his suit on since he just came from work. “Caused trouble again?”

You only gave him a side eye when you walked straight into your room with a large enough slam to shake the entire apartment building.

And when you’ve reached your room, your bed, your eventual loneliness, you gave yourself one last, painful pinch on the shoulder to stop yourself from crying. You’ve never cried over a guy before. You weren’t about to start now.

That’s all he is. A guy. Nothing more.

You slumped your bag to the floor and kicked your boots off, sitting on the edge of your bed and pulling out your phone.

Ten unread messages. From Jason.

Your thumb had unlocked your phone against your will and opened the texts even when you had no intention on reading them. Now it said you did, but you weren’t going to reply.

Jason: ‘Y/N? Where are you? I need you here to update the records. Also thought you should know the coffee machine’s broken again.’

Jason: ‘Y/N, Ms. P just gave me a whole shitload of books to shelf. Pls tell me you're coming. Can't do this by myself.’

Jason: ‘Is everything okay?’

Jason: ‘okay. I lied. There’s not much work to do. I’m just chilling on one of the couches at the library. One of them’s finally free to sit on and not flocked by ten people. You should come over’

Jason: ‘you coming?’

Jason: ‘☹’

Jason: ‘I saw you at lunch. You can't tell me you bailed your classes today.’

Jason: ‘I just walked around campus. You’re not here ☹.’

Jason: ‘Pls tell me you didn’t just storm out like you were about to run someone over with a bus, bc that’s what the security guards told me.’

Jason: ‘Is anything going on? Pls talk to me..’

Then he saw you read his texts, so he texted your name in all caps over and over and over again in three separate messages.

Jason: ‘I know you're reading this.’

Jason: ‘I definitely did something wrong.’

Jason: ‘Will you at least tell me? Pls?’

Jason: ‘You know I’m not gonna stop.’

You turned your phone off, placed it on silent before you’d hear any more of its constant beeping and stuffed your face into your pillow.

He’s just a guy. That’s all he will be. Enough with your daydreams and this never would’ve happened in the first place.

Then your phone started vibrating. The asshole was calling you now. You took your phone just to turn it off, again after a few seconds, then just before you were about to burst, you unlocked it. A high number of messages in just short of two hours.

Jason: ‘☹ I guess you’re not at school.’

Jason: ‘I hope you're okay. Ms. P’s kicking me out of the library. I’ll wait at the steps if you're still out here

Jason: ‘I have to head home now. Bruce is calling me. Pls call me if you need me to pick you up. Or just talk.’

Jason: ‘I’m not gonna stop calling.’

Jason: ‘pls answer.’

Your chest only continued to hurt and heave the more you read his messages. You were suddenly tired. So tired. Like the past nine weeks finally took its toll on you.

You laid down your bed and took a nap.

Several hours passed, then you woke up from when the first piece of glass was thrown across the other room and you could hear it break. You knew you caught that impulse to throw something breakable at the wall from one of your parents. Most probably your dad.

You felt like your bed was about to sink you into its mattress, like you were about to be gobbled up all the way to the core of the earth, where the heat wouldn’t bother you and the light wouldn’t reach you. You’d feel burning hot and at the same time freeze from the lack of sun. Your eyes felt heavy, and your limbs felt like they’ve fallen off your body and onto the floor.

10 pm at night. You didn’t even get to eat dinner.

You forced yourself to have another nap. Your overreaction from earlier today was going to bite you in the ass eventually, but you didn’t want to deal with it now. You just wanted to get the night over with and wake up and pretend nothing happened.

But other than the constant screaming, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating from the other end of the bed. It hadn’t stopped even as you’d slept.

Peering over the screen, you swallowed.

36 unread messages. 15 missed calls.

The absolute madlad.

You shivered at the sound of your father screaming, and you knew no matter how much you’d block it out, there was no way you’d fall asleep now.

Jason’s name appeared on your phone, calling for the sixteenth time.

You were upset, hungry, furious, disappointed, and you desperately needed someone. Needed him. No matter how much it hurt, you let yourself admit that at this time, you just needed him.

So you accepted the call and brought the phone up to your ear.

“Jay.” You said. It wasn’t a question or a greeting. Much more like you acknowledged being in a phone call with him instead of him possibly thinking you pressed the green button on accident.

At first, you heard a gasp, like he didn’t believe you eventually answered, but then he followed with his voice. A voice you just wanted to hear above anything else.

“Please tell me everything’s alright. I’ve been worried sick-“

“I’m okay. Stop it. I went home.”

A deep sigh, collecting his thoughts and his breath. You just brought your knees up to your chest and forced yourself to see through the dim light.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You breathed. “No…”

Not because what he did didn’t bother you. But because you had no right to be bothered by it at all.

“I swear to God, if you’re playing-“

“I’m not playing, Jason.”

You heard him swallow. “Sorry. I panicked. I thought something happen-“

“Just forget it, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow…”

Another plate breaking. You flinched and curled up tighter into your bed.

“Is everything okay there?”

You didn’t want to answer. You didn’t want to open up about anything more that’ll cause more eventual pain and expectations that’ll never be met. But it was stupid for you to think Jason didn’t already know enough about you to begin with.

He didn’t wait for you to answer.

“Y/N. Can you go out the fire exit from your room?”

You looked out the window three stories above ground. “Yeah.”

“Give me twenty minutes. I’ll be right there okay? I’m picking you up.”

You didn’t say no. You didn’t want to say no. Jason hung up before you could say anything more to protest.

-----

He had no idea what to expect.

But one thing was for sure, you needed to get out of there. Jason, in the middle of patrol, stopped everything he was doing and told Bruce he needed to cram for an assignment he totally forgot about, and that he had to go meet up with a friend to do it. Only an idiot would buy his excuse, and Bruce Wayne was definitely not an idiot. But he refrained from prying and just told him to get home before sunrise.

What he didn’t know was that Jason took one of Bruce’s cars out instead of his own bike. Riding around the city on a motorcycle wouldn’t cut it. You needed to get out of there, and you needed to be distracted.

So he drove all the way over to your apartment. You were there, sitting on the steps outside your door. Maybe you didn’t need to get out through the fire exit. Maybe your parents didn’t care enough to stop you.

Jason parked the car and walked out towards you. You wore a leather jacket over the sweater you wore earlier today, keeping your hands into your pockets and your head so craned down he would’ve easily missed you.

But you looked up and saw him. It was the first step to making everything seem just a bit brighter. He stopped and you stood up, looking straight at him like he was that very light.

“Come on,” he opened the door to the passenger seat and you stepped inside.

When he got inside the car, you had your eyes on the windshield, out onto the empty streets and the light refracting off the glass from the lamp posts.

You looked vulnerable.

And if there was anything you swore you’d never do, it was to never be vulnerable to anyone and everyone.

“Where are we going?” you said. And your voice had never been lower.

“Out of here. You hungry?”

You nodded.

“Let’s get a drive thru. I know a 24 hour one but it’s thirty minutes away.”

“Fine.”

He started to move the car, and with the dead, awkward silence, he couldn’t bring himself to turn on the radio.

“Whatever happened, you know I’m here for you…”

“I said I’m fine.”

You were about to leave downtown and it had never been so quiet outside. You bit on your upper lip.

“Hey.” You turned your head to him and he cracked a smile. “Don’t bail on me again. I’ve never been so bored in my life. Library’s not as fun without you in it.”

Jason could feel your eyes on him as he turned over to the corner. There was absolutely no traffic. He still had no idea what happened, but as long as you were here, as long as you were okay, prying wouldn’t do him any good.

And when he noticed you curve the corner of your mouth up, he couldn’t help but grab your hand and squeeze it. “Thanks,” you said.

Your hand was so warm.

He let go just as he had to turn to a corner. He didn’t want to, though. He wanted to hold your hand all throughout the night.

“How did Ms. P take it?”

“Oh, she wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. Kids were making out at the Boner Aisle again. I think I scared them enough.”

You finally managed a laugh. “That would’ve been fun to see.”

“Yeah,” he said, turning his head to you. “Sorry for calling so much. I really fucking panicked.”

“No I-“ your teeth hid your lips. “Just forget about it.”

Thirty minutes wasn’t much of a drive. You found a burger place that was still open and Jason ordered two burgers, two milkshakes, and a bucket of fries. You were starving by now. Grabbing the bags from out the window, he set them aside.

“Where are we headed to now?”

“There’s a playground nearby. Should be fun to check out.”

“Dork.”

He laughed.

The place wasn’t too far away, and even when it was dark, there were still enough lamp posts to light up the roads. The playground was small, only having a castle-like tower that led down to a slide, a pair of swings, a seesaw, a sandbox, and a picnic table. He parked the car and you both walked out, you holding the bag of fast food, slightly shivering from the cold.

Jason walked up the slide and slid down like he wasn’t as tall as the slide itself. You stood in front of him, watching him like he was an idiot, but a pinch to your shoulder and you were cracking up the biggest smile for the night.

“Here,” you pulled out his burger and shake. Moving over to the table, you both sat beside each other and watched as a car passed by the empty streets every five minutes.

You took a bite out of the burger. “Thanks for this.”

“No problem.” He sipped on his shake.

A greasy burger suddenly became one of the best meals of his life. You picked out the fries, then drank your shake.

“You look starving.”

“Shut up,” you said, taking another bite out of your burger and almost finishing half the whole thing. “I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.”

“I should’ve ordered another one.”

You both ate in the most comfortable silence. Your shoulder was touching his, and even with more space by his side, he didn’t move. It might have just been the cold. You were warm against him.

After your meals, you threw the wrappers away, walking over to sit on the two swings. “Wanna play?” he said.

“What?”

“Truth or dare.”

“You are a manchild, Todd.”

“Come on,” he grinned at you, and he caught you glancing at his mouth. “Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “Truth.”

“What’s the most illegal thing you’ve ever done?”

You tilted your head to the side, cocking your jaw. “You do not want to ask that.”

“I am,” he swayed on the swing. “Tell me.”

You licked your lips. “Alright. Once I got so mad at that my mom left me at the mall, that I went over to a hardware store, stole a hammer, then broke a store window.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“I was eight.” You shrugged. “Your turn.”

“Truth.”

“What are you afraid of?”

Jason looked up at the sky, studying the lack of stars and into the empty darkness. “Good question.”

He was afraid of a lot of things, but it doesn’t mean he’d never faced them. In fact, he faced his fears every day. Every single day. Going out on patrol, be someone he wasn’t born to be. His life was terrifying. Even for him.

“Death,” he gulped. “Even with the world being shit, I don’t wanna leave it behind. I’m afraid of what happens to me when I’m gone.”

He looked at you and your face was soft, slightly frozen from the bittering cold. You licked your lips again. “I think I’m afraid of the same thing.”

He sighed. “Your turn.”

“Dare.”

“Eat a whole packet of ketchup.”

You looked like you were about to murder him. “Todd-“

“You said dare!”

He had a packet in his hands, and he held it out for you to take. Looking at him, shaking your head, you snatched it from his fingers and tore it off with your teeth. “Fine. Watch me.”

In one big gulp, you squeezed out the entire packet of ketchup right into your mouth and swallowed it before it settles too much into your tongue. Jason busted out in laughter when he saw your face flinch.

“N-not-“ you gagged. “Funny.”

“You are a menace,” he kept laughing until he felt out of the swing and his ass was on the ground. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you have your sick revenge. Dare.”

“You wanna do this, Todd?”

“I fucking dare you.”

You were grinning so widely, he didn’t want to look away.

“Text your dad that you peed your pants.”

He backed away from you on the ground. “Slow down, Satan.”

Jumping from your seat at the swing and taking his phone from his jacket, you smirked. “Do it. Or I will.”

“Give me that.”

Reluctantly, he took the phone from your hands and took a deep, long breath. “Come on, Todd.”

“Shut up.” He looked at you the entire time his thumbs pressed on the keyboard, biting his own teeth to keep from laughing so hard. You were falling to the ground by now, clutching your stomach by the time he hit send.

“I hate you.”

You kept laughing, staring at the sky. The grass was cold, and the dew had seeped into your clothes and his. He didn’t mind. He brought his knees to his chest and rocked back and forth. “Your turn.”

“Truth,” you said, looking up at him with you laying on the ground. Your hair was all spread out on the grass and your face glimmering against the dim light.

“What do you hate?”

“Uh,” you thought for a minute. “Old pencils. Headaches. The color yellow. Rainbows. Flowers. Sand when it sticks to your skin. The word moist. Ducks. Man, I hate ducks. Fake leather. Sweating. Toothaches. Trips to the doctor. Babies-“

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jason interrupted, laughing. All he wanted to do was ruffle your hair and make your scrunched-up face soften. You were adorable. “My turn. Truth.”

“Tell me about someone you're jealous of.”

“Shit, woman.” He shifted his knees. You still kept your head up to the sky. You looked more peaceful now.

“Okay, I’m not exactly jealous of him. But my adopted brother, Dick, he’s someone I’d like to be but never could be.”

You turned to him with you eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Well. He seems more… at peace, I guess. I’m the brother who gets into trouble a lot. There’s a lot of things he’s achieved that I don’t think I ever could.”

Your eyes kept to him. Jason didn’t want you to say anything back.

“I don’t see that…”

“Well,” he inched nearer to you, and you smiled. He picked a piece of grass from your ear and you playfully scoffed, scrunching your nose. “Bruce thinks so.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t.”

He shook his head. “Thanks.”

You smiled again. Your skin looked so soft, your hair a mess on the ground. He just wanted to lean in and-

“Truth,” you said.

“Ever been in love?”

You squinted at him. He looked serious. Dead serious. But you swallowed when you looked like you finally had an answer and you shifted on the ground, obviously uncomfortable.

“Okay. Don’t answer that.”

You laughed. “Give me another dare.”

I dare you to kiss me.

“You are so gonna regret this,” he said, pulling out a blade of grass from the ground. “Eat this.”

“Todd, if I get diarrhea from all the shit you’ve made me eat today-”

“It’s basically a vegetable.”

“No.”

“Come on.”

You forcefully snatched the piece of grass from him and eyed him like it was the last day of his life. “Mention this to anyone and you're dead.”

“Swear.”

Breathing out, you put the tiny blade into your tongue, before spitting it out when it sank into your gums. Jason fell to the ground and laughed so hard, his stomach hurt from the clenching. “YOU ACTUALLY FUCKIN DID IT- FUCK.”

You were really fucking heavy when you suddenly slammed onto his body with your back and pressed against him so he was flat on the ground. “SHUT UP.”

He couldn’t laugh as much with you laying on top of him, your head on the ground and your torse perpendicular to his own. His abs were pressing against your back. Smiling, he stayed still, hoping you wouldn’t move.

“Last round.”

“Truth.”

You kept your eyes on the sky. “What’s the last porn video you’ve seen?”

“You. Mother. Fucker.”

You held back your laughter. “You gotta tell me, Todd. Is it kinkier than it should be?”

“No.”

You turned your head to him. “Answer it, asshole.”

“A bit of handcuffs might have been involved-“

“JEEZ, YOU’RE ACTUALLY-“

“And maybe a whip-“

“TODD, STOP.”

You were pushing your body hard against him so much that it tickled. He flinched, pushing you further up so your faces were closer together. “AND SOME ROPE.”

“You are DISGUSTING.”

“YOU ASKED THAT QUESTION, YOU PERVERT.”

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D ANSWER IT.”

With his dirt-covered palm, he placed it right onto your face and you pushed him away. Sitting up, your hand was crossed over his stomach, and his eyes watched every inch of you. Your hair that fell to his chest. Your eyes. Your lips.

“I have one more dare for you.”

He sat up, and with your arm still over him, you didn’t even move when he neared his face to yours. “What?” you whispered.

“Sing for me.”

Slowly, with your eyes closing and your hand slowly withdrawing from the ground, placing it on your lap, you took a long, deep breath.

Then you looked at him, smiling so slightly, it drove him nuts.

“What am I supposed to sing?”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. You were actually gonna do it.

Fucking hell, he didn’t prepare for this.

Well, actually, he did.

“I have an instrumental here downloaded just for this very moment.”

“You. Dork.”

Still sitting so close to him, leaning against his leg when he crouched over to pick up his phone. Bruce didn’t answer his text, thank fuck. But he went over to his saved music and played it.

“Go,” he said. His voice was way to high and excited. “Please.”

You bit on both your lips, sighing as you gave in. The piano started to play, and you closed your eyes, feeling the music.

 “There is no upper hand

I'm giving you mine

It doesn't have to end up wasting your time

There's things that I could say

But hear it my way

I want to let you know that it's all okay”

 Then you stopped, opened your eyes, then turned your head to him, standing so close he could feel your breath.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucking finally.

Just as Jason remembered it. Just as he’d so often dream about. Just as how he spent so many nights, constantly trying to recall how you sounded like and how you’d breath the ends of the notes and how-

How perfect you are.

It was better than when he caught you singing in the library, or when he’d hear you humming while you worked, or when you were singing your heart out in the music room. It was so much better, because this one was for him.

Only for him.

Jason looked like he was about to fucking cry. His chest was pushed out, and he was constantly biting his lips. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything except to breathe as slowly as he could, catch up with the rest of his senses and look at you without it being so much of a blur.

Everything around him just stopped. The cold. The air. The distant sounds.

You placed your hand on your sides, slightly touching his fingers, then you turned your body to him. You were so close to his face, so close he could only look at your lips. The song had changed. One from Kodaline. It just brought the moment all together like the heavens did it on purpose.

You glanced at his lips, too. You’ve never looked so beautiful. The air was nipping cold and the wind was ever so slightly pushing your hair to dance.

Your face. Your perfect voice. Your perfect everything.

Jason leaned in, held your cheek, set aside every arguing thought to the back of his fucking mind,

And kissed you.

 All I want is nothing more

To hear you knocking at my door

'Cause if I could see your face once more

I could die as a happy man I'm sure

 Jason kissed you. He kissed you. And you kissed him back like your lips have never been against something so perfectly made for them. Like there was never anything so warm to keep him from the cold or anything to keep him safe. He felt you shift, your legs now folded towards him, so he trailed his hand down your shoulders, your arms, your leg.

 But If you loved me

Why did you leave me

Take my body

Take my body

All I want is

All I need is

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

 Your hands were around him. And fuck, he couldn’t fight it. Not anymore. He sat up and moved you underneath him, never breaking away from the warmth of your lips.

 Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

Ooh oh

 Your back was against the ground. Your arms around his neck, his weight on you, your tongue seeping out your lips, only for him to bite onto them so subtly that you winced before kissing him again.

The cold of the grass underneath. The wind. The lights of cars passing by. The music.

The sky above.

The world around.

Jason.

You.

 All I want is

All I need is

To find somebody

I'll find somebody

  ------

I DON’T HATE YOU - MASTERLIST

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totally not fucking crying

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