#would I also like another Emote/Hairstyle/or whatever?

[ch6sos]

more nanami headcanons (but as your bf !!!)

a/n: hey everyone! thank you for all the support on my last headcanon post. i never really expected it to go far, but somehow it did. it was my first time ever posting a "fic" you know? i was cringing the entire time but it was worth it, for you guys :) since it did well, here is some more!

i used third person by the way so you're referred to as his partner. tried to make this as gender neutral as possible cuz i love you guys

cw: slight suggestiveness (ooooh... but it's not extreme you sillies)

Extreme gentleman. He respects their wishes all the time. If they want space, he will give it to them. He will give them whatever they ask for.

Pays on the first date. He forbids their significant other from doing anything. He will pay because he wants to. He truly wants to, not because he feels obligated to.

Would be kind of shy about doing anything at first, especially Teen!Nanami. Even after a long period of dating, he would always ask before showing affection because he does not know if they feel comfortable or okay with it.

"May I please hold your hand? Are you okay with that?

"...We've been dating for a month."

"I know, but, I must ask, you know? In case it makes you uncomfortable.”

When he (as well as they) grow comfortable, the affection begins to become more "intense." Not intense, but he does it more frequently. He holds their hand more, gives more kisses, more hugs...

He would give the best hugs. He is a cuddle machine. He appears to hate them, but does he truly? Exactly. No, he does not. He loves them so much. He wishes he could give up his job to spend the entire day cuddling with his partner.

"Stay close to me, please."

"I don't plan on moving."

"Good. I wish life were like this every day." He hums, squeezing them gently.

Kisses with him are never short; even if he is late. He never leaves his significant other hanging. He craves and desires to kiss them. He enjoys giving his partner a passionate kiss, drawing them near to his chest, and placing his hand behind their head, leaving a memory of the kiss that is warm, tender, and unforgettable.

Genuinely feels like he could share his emotions with his significant other. Yeah, he is still serious, because it's who he is. He was raised in a family surrounded by serious people. Though, throughout the relationship, he learns how to express his emotions better. He feels like he genuinely could reveal all the emotions he has stored in him already around his significant other. If he's feeling upset, he would genuinely express that to them. If something ticked him off, he would sit down and talk to his partner about it.

Despite all of that, he still is more of a listener than a rambler. He prefers putting others first before him, and that also goes for who gets to talk. He enjoys looking at their partner with a loving gaze, as they talk nonsense. Whether it is about the new show they picked up, their day, or the latest gossip, he loves listening.

He would write love letters. I do not care if you find that corny. He is corny. He will write love letters. Nanami is romantic. I don't care what anyone says he is a romance god who does not get to show it off as much. He loves writing lengthy letters, showing the love he has for his partner. Describes their personality and how much he cherishes them, how much he thinks they're beautiful, and how he thinks that they are the stars in the night sky that stand out.

Playing with his partner's hair is (one of) his favorite ways to show affection. If they have long hair, he loves to try styling it and ruffling it. If they have type 4 coily hair, he starts learning how to take care of it so he can try protective hairstyles on them.

Another thing is lazy Sundays. He loves Sundays. Even though he has to go to stupid work the next day. The sensation of them being in his arms when he wakes up, his arms encircling their bodies firmly, the sheets covering them. He enjoys gently leaning in to kiss their shoulders, the top of their head, and the back of their neck. When they began to stir, he pulled them closer— not wanting to get out of bed. All he wants is to spend Sunday morning in bed with his lovely partner.

Gets flushed at compliments, but it is not as obvious. When their significant other says he is handsome, he smiles softly and thanks them, but on the inside, he is freaking out.

Cooks breakfast in bed for them. Always. He loves getting up just to make his significant other the tastiest breakfast ever; it is his specialty. He prepares a warm beverage and some fruit-flavored crepes topped with Nutella and whipped cream.

Before meeting them, Nanami was kind of an insomniac. He would not sleep; hence why he has dark circles. But after meeting them, he started sleeping more. Despite everything, he continues to get up before his partner to prepare breakfast for them.

Not only that but when he was stressed, he would drink his sorrows away rather than confide in someone. Since the fan book claims that he enjoys drinking, I think that, unfortunately, one of his coping mechanisms is doing exactly that. However, since meeting them, he has kept everything under control. He learned to express himself more freely and genuinely strives to avoid suppressing his emotions.

Bro is a simp. His mouth drops when he sees his partner dressed. His jaw falls to the floor. He is stuttering a bit too. I know he is supposed to be calm and collected but he would NOT be calm and collected around his significant other, people. He would go feral and be a simp for them.

He says I love you first. It was quite unexpected and seemed to come out of nowhere. He just blurted it out without waiting for the perfect moment or anything else. It was probably a simple morning, cuddling with him on the bed as usual, looking at each other fondly, and he said, "You know how much I adore you, right?"

When he realizes what he is saying, his eyes widen slightly, but then crinkle up when they tell him they love him as well.

He will do whatever his partner says. They could be 5'2 or around his height; he is a certified simp who immediately attends to their partner's needs.

Even if that includes forcibly doing silly TikTok trends. He pretends to hate it but he doesn't. He is a munch or whatever Ice Spice said.

He enjoys nuzzling his partner. Guys, I do not care. This man is a bundle of love wrapped up in a stoic-looking man. He enjoys sneaking up behind them, entrapping them in his arms, and nuzzling their neck and the top of their head. Wherever he wants, whenever he wants. And he utters sweet nothings. And leaves tiny, delicate kisses. He also wraps his arms around their waist.

He sometimes becomes overwhelmed, so he requires his own space. However, he does not simply distance himself from his partner. He properly expresses that sometimes he needs his own space. He still adores them but also needs some space. He does not want to cause conflict or misunderstanding because he is not that type of person.

Will be there for them when they are sick, even if they believe they look disgusting. He does not care; he believes they are the most beautiful sight he has ever seen in his entire life (which was cut short) (sorry, I am still coping). He will be there to care for them whether they are throwing up, crying, or whatever.

He cooks for them, he gives them medicine, he cuddles them even though he knows he may get sick...

And he does. Every single time. And he acts like a baby too.

Adorable tall, strong man Nanami acts like a baby when he's sick. He needs to be looked after completely. He starts off coughing (like a grandfather or a father). So his cough is obnoxious and loud, and he frowns. He then looks up at his partner, his expression reminiscent of a puppy who has been denied treats. It is an adorable sight. It's a turnaround from his usual chill demeanor. He then spends the entire day in bed, despite his attempts to do his routine tasks like cleaning and cooking for them, which they forbid. And he pouts about it like a big baby.

"Please let me take care of you. You took care of me, so now it's my turn."

"No, you're sick, Kento."

"That doesn't matter." He frowns.

“You always take care of me anyway.”

“But it is my honor to take care of you, my love.”

and then they end up having seven mental breakdowns

If they bring home a stray one day, he is reluctant on taking it but you know damn well he'd be like one of those dads that is hesitant about taking it at first but then ends up cuddling it the next day and then begging for them to not take it to the shelter.

Genuine sweetheart. Holds the door for their significant other, makes arrangements for them when they can not find the time, prepares meals for them, and if they come from a different culture, he starts to learn about it, particularly if they are involved in it.

...This guy is in no way aggressive. I have seen people mischaracterize him as a dominant "daddy" or whatever because he is serious, and Mappa blessed us with the hair-pulling scene. That scene was primarily caused by rage at Haruta's thoughtless harm to those around him and the fact that the man was going against two young girls. He would never act in such a way toward their partner, particularly when they were in bed. He is more of a gentle lover and is afraid of going too far.

Needs are needs, so if they ask, he will comply with some hesitation. He never seemed to get into it, so he tells them that.

That does not mean he is not into some stuff. Bro be praising. He praises hella and talks them through it.

"My love, doing so well for me."

"So beautiful, so gorgeous, all sprawled out for me like this."

“You’re mine. Until the end of time, angel.”

“God. My love, my everything. You drive me wild, you know that?”

“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Want to see how breathtaking you are from here.” All in his deep, ragged and needy voice.

that made me cringe

help I'm crying at the cringe so sorry

His favorite dates with them involve going to a restaurant. Nanami knows some hidden gems, so he enjoys taking them to restaurants where they can eat delicious food. Being a food enthusiast, it goes without saying that he is aware of the good and bad places to go. Because of Nanami's exquisite taste, they have never had to worry about their food.

As I previously stated, he prefers traditional nicknames such as sweetheart, my love, darling, angel, and beloved. I do not see him calling his significant other "baby," "baby girl," or whatever; I believe he finds it cringe-worthy. This is self-indulgent oops.

Sings softly to them while they are sleeping. He sings a song while they are sleeping because he is too ashamed of his singing. His vocals are not bad; he is just shy. (Little did he know, they had several recordings of him singing in secret...)

He will sacrifice his blanket in bed just to wrap it around his partner if they're cold. Bro would give them 90004868787893 pillows, and 8 blankets if they said they were cold.

He exaggerates things. And when I say he exaggerates, I mean he goes to great lengths to win his partner over. If they enter a new niche, he buys *everything*. On date nights, he gives them large bouquets if they like that, and he treats them as if they were royalty.

"You didn't need to get me this entire figure collection from *series*... I feel so bad."

"Well, do not worry, I enjoy buying these things for you. I see how happy you are, and it immediately warms my heart.”

Arguments with him are not bad. He truly never gets upset to the point of yelling because that is not who he is—he is not a guy who yells and he does not want to cause trauma to people in general. Again, though, he seems composed, and it might be frightening. But he then does something right away that causes his partner to instantly give in. Bro could just breathe and they're like "OKAY" and yeah. I understand. I would fold so hard bro.

His love languages include quality time and acts of service. He loves spending every single second with his partner and is immediately angry at the world when he has to work overtime and can not have more time with them. He enjoys taking them on dates or simply staying at home on lazy days. He loves spending time with them. Furthermore, he expresses his love by doing things for his partner, such as assisting them with their work (if he could), giving them massages when they are stressed, cooking for them all the time, washing their dishes even when they beg him not to, eating the olives off of their plate if there are any... He is the king of acts of service.

He is not good at taking pictures. His large thumb keeps covering the lens, so they have to force him to take the pictures repeatedly. Despite this, he never becomes irritated because he gets butterflies just watching his partner pose in their gorgeous clothes.

Speaking of photos, he already had an Instagram account beforehand. (As much as he hates to admit it, Gojo is sometimes the one who takes the aesthetic photos on his page.) He was not active, but he has a few posts on it, but as soon as they got a partner, oh lord Jesus. Bro will post on his Instagram story every single second.

Even though this happens, he prefers to make his relationship private. Private but known, you know? He wants the world to know that he is lucky enough to date them, but still not reveal information or talk about his relationship to anyone. So he would take those private but not secret type relationship photos.

Captions are always complimenting them and are extremely poetic. He's just that guy.

"saw a breathtaking sight. the beach is also there."

“every aspect of you captivates me, body and soul.”

"we are all floating around with the stars and the universe, and it somehow led me to you."

cringes again

Off-topic but not, Nanami would NEVER, and I mean... NEVER, go for his student if he was a professor, even if their relationship is legal. I can't stand it when people do that. He understands that there's a power dynamic behind it and it's low-key creepy how much people enjoy it.

Along with stepcest. Why do so many of you like stepcest? Nanami is not touching any of his family members. I'm scared to say this and this is probably hella controversial for this app but he's not touching anyone even if they're not technically related.

Age gap too. He would not date someone extremely younger than him. He is not going to be 40 and dating a 19-year-old. I just can't see it.

Other than that, he does not have any preferences when it comes to appearance. He has turn-offs, but not in terms of appearance. He could care less about what someone looks like.

In terms of personality, he dislikes negative people. He despises that. He would feel guilty if he became involved with someone unconcerned about the world. He also dislikes immaturity and pettiness.

He prefers people who bring positivity into his life, you know? Someone much more outgoing than he is, but still a mature person with whom he could relate. The more extroverted they are the more they bring out of him. As long as they're not so overwhelming to him.

Even so, he simply enjoys people for their kindness and consideration. How willing they are, how passionate and motivated they are. He simply wants someone who is driven by their goals.

Texts them dad memes he found on Facebook.

“Look at it, it’s funny.”

“...lol”

“You laughed at least a little bit right?

“...No?”

“Okay. I apologize :(“

LAUGH AT HIS FACEBOOK MEMES PLEASE. THEY ARE NOT THAT BAD PLEASE.

When he met their family, he appeared calm and collected, but he was nervous. He was fidgety on the way to their house, something he had only ever done in high school. He experiences anxiety about whether he would be accepted by them or whether he would be good enough.

“Wow, I have never seen you this fidgety before.”

"I apologize. It’s just… What your family might think worries me. I am not sure if I will meet their expectations. I simply want to let them know how much I genuinely adore you for who you are and how much I want to be yours forever."

And they are like ??? because this man is perfect? He is the dream man anyone could ever ask for.

Do not take this man mini golfing bro he sucks ass… I know you guys think just because he is partly white he will immediately be good at golf but no. He sucks ass.

He would be protective, but not excessively so. He is devoted to his partner and will intervene quickly if someone upsets them, intimidating them with his composed demeanor.

"I advise you to distance yourself from them before I regretfully have to take action, okay? We wouldn’t want that, right?” Dumbledore says, calmly. While puffing out his chest. And mewing. And mogging. Whatever that means.

Okay fine, he will watch Jersey Shore, The Real Housewives, Love & Hip-Hop, etc with them. Pretends to hate it but he is invested.

Imagine just going to the bedroom and just seeing him in his reading glasses, sitting up against the headboard, immersed in the book in front of him. The only thing he has on is a simple white tee that does justice to his figure and pajama pants.

Yup feral.

Tries to get into the things their partner likes just so he can understand when they yap about certain things. He just wants them to talk about everything to him. He finds it adorable.

Allows their partner to give him a skincare treatment. He then begins to do it himself. Well, he would only use one product—a cleanser. That being said, he started using toner, serum, and other skincare products. And, yes, he allows them to put ridiculously cute facemasks on his face. And the cute little star pimple patches.

Do not take that man ice skating or rollerblading either. He would be so hesitant on going because he sucks at it. He just goes because his significant other told him to. He fell immediately.

“This sucks.”

“Stop sulking and hold my hand.”

“...You don’t even need to ask.” He says, all giddy.

Please show him the love and care he deserves.

When he works out he will flex on them on purpose. He thinks it is all funny to be all yummy. It is NOT funny.

Yup, he does push-ups while they’re underneath, each time he goes down he gives them a peck.

Yeah so imagine that with him in his compression shirt and shorts…

I could read your mind, people. You are not slick.

This man will not let his significant other have insecurities. He is the type to leave notes all over the bathroom, and every mirror, with encouraging words. Praising their looks and more. Plus he shows in…other ways (wink) how much he appreciates how beautiful he thinks they are.

If they are unhappy, he will truly be devastated. He is miserable when he sees them upset, so he does everything in his power to cheer them up. Whether that’s cooking something for them, taking care of them, trying to make them laugh, getting them something from the store, or sitting down and talking to them about their problems, he needs to make them feel happy.

When he drives, he would not put his hand on his partner’s thigh. He would much rather grab their hand, and put it on his lap, as he listens to them hum along to the radio. He purposely moves the mirror slightly toward them, just so he can see how pretty they are through the mirror. He also looks at them with a slight smile at every stop-light, occasionally leaving small pecks on their face.

Does not mind if they steal his clothes. Go on then silly. He could care less. He thinks it’s cute as hell.

Would teach them how to do things. For example, he will teach them to play an instrument if they do not already, especially if he knows how. He looks like a lovesick fool as he watches them replicate what he did. Unable to resist the urge, he kisses them without reason.

“What was that for?”

"I could not hold back. You are very tempting."

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. You are everything I think about and want."

Butterflies all around people.

His only red flag is that sometimes he may prioritize work over his relationship. He unfortunately gets into the stress of work and begins to grind more at work. Call him out and he gets back into his senses.

Buys more storage space for his Samsung S24 Ultra to retrieve more pictures of them. His camera roll is nearly full. Just because of his significant other, his camera roll increased from roughly 150 images to over 13,000 images.

When he comes home from work, he immediately collapses on the couch or their shared bed, on top of them. He then looks like a sleepy puppy.

“Someone’s tired.”

“I hate overtime.”

“I know you do. I cooked something for you.”

“I could have just cooked for the both of us…”

“But I knew you’d come all tired from work. So no.”

“That doesn't matter, you know? I love taking care of you. Just to see that pretty smile on your face.” He pouts, once again.

He ends up making it up to them. You can interpret that however you want.

As soon as this man sees them in formal attire (or in general) it is OVER. His jaw is on the bottom of the earth, his eyes are slightly widened, a blush on his face.

“I have no words. God, I don't know how someone could get even more impossibly perfect, yet here you are, darling. No matter how many times I see you, you still manage to take my breath away.”

yup heart attack

Prepare for so many compliments daily. He talks like a true romance book. None of that Colleen Hoover stuff.

Talks about his partner like a true gentleman. He's not like those types of guys who just talk about their significant other as if they're his property. No. He talks about them as if they are an art piece.

Overall, he just loves his partner so, so much. He expresses it in a variety of ways, from taking care of them—to telling them every single second of the day. In his own words,

"Your presence in my life is like a breath of fresh air, keeping my heart full and content. I love you more than anyone could ever fathom, and I promise you, you have my heart for eternity."

i love him </3 NANMINPLEAEE BE RELALRHABADHDJSKDHSNEB

[sweetbbyshion]

Eros' song

-> Shinichiro Sano x Reader (no pronouns or descriptions)

characters: Shinichiro Sano

genre: fluff

summary: you write a poem as a way to confess to your best friend

warnings: childhood friends to lovers, i wrote the poem so please don't be too mean or i'll cry, also DON'T STEAL THE POEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD it will be my last reason, the reader is into books, first quote is from Kafka's Letters to Milena and the second is Edgar Allan Poe's Annabel Lee

network: @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

Shinichiro has been your best friend since your first memory surfaced. From the moment you could process thoughts and emotions, the man has been close to you. Truly, it was a matter of time until one of you fell in love and you happened to be the (un)lucky one.

You were no older than thirteen when the infamous incident happened. Shinichiro (also thirteen and with a really, really ugly hairstyle) looked at you and gave you a big toothy smile, like he always does whenever a cool bike passes by you. Suddenly, flowers exploded behind him, angels sang, the sun shone brighter than it had all day and you found yourself almost squinting and on the verge of throwing up because of the butterflies in your stomach. Metaphorically, obviously.

It was a shame, really. You nearly yelled at the universe for not giving this evil curse to Shinichiro instead but, apparently, the entities above also doomed Shinichiro to a life of rejection. So, you suffered because your best friend didn’t look at you and the man suffered because no girl wanted him.

At thirteen you turned into poetry and all kinds of literature, finding pieces that you related to a bit too much and, eventually, writing things yourself. Shinichiro didn’t understand most of the stuff you read, always questioning what words meant and what was so special about those poems that had you tear up so often. You shared that part of your life with him as well, showing the poems, drabbles, verses you came up with that were messily written in your journal. Fortunately for you and your weak heart, Shinichiro didn’t really understand that most of the things you wrote were about him.

It stayed that way until you were twenty three. You were less naive, more in tune with the feelings that made you want to throw up years ago and definitely in love with your best friend (who kept getting rejected even after changing the horrible hairstyle; the Gods really hated you both). Shinichiro had his own bike shop, a gang that supported him through everything and you. He still happily reads whatever you wrote in your journal and he still doesn't understand half of the stuff you have there but the honest praise and support makes your heartbeat a little bit faster. Shinichiro is there when you publish your very own poetry book, his name deservedly on the first page. To Shinichiro, who was always there for me. As Franz Kafka said “In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.”

So, maybe, you were a bit too obvious with the whole ‘I love you’ deal but Shinichiro didn't seem to understand all the hints you dropped. Everyone around you seemed to find out about your little secret and some of his friends even went out of their way to let you know he felt the same but you weren't so sure.

“What you writing over there?” the smooth voice of Shinichiro pulls you back to reality, the noise in the shop coming back in an instant. It was almost dinner time and you came into the shop hoping to have a meal with your best friend before going home. Deciding to entertain yourself, you pulled out your notebook and a pen from your bag and wrote some ideas that popped in your head as you stared with heart eyes to the object of your affection.

“Nothing important.” A lie. The words that stared back at you formed, yet again, another finished love poem that you dreamed of showing to Shinichiro in hopes that he would read it and return your feelings. Shinichiro knew you were lying. Somehow he always knew. You refuse to return eye contact when he grabs your pen and doodles mindlessly next to the verses, a routine he acquired when you whined about the pages of your journal being too boring with just words in it. You look at his hands gently drawing small hearts (Shinichiro couldn't draw a heart even if it was to save his family but you grew to love the blob shapes) and a random dog with stars surrounding it.

“Can I read it?” You meet his eyes, tender and sweet, which were already looking at you. Your heart flips, turns and does cartwheels when Shinichiro gives you that toothy smile that makes him close his eyes and you can only let out a small “Sure.” before closing your mouth so you don't accidentally confess.

My soul holds a secret that my pen

Now wishes to share.

In ink-stained lines, my feelings find a home:

Untold to anyone but the Gods from above,

As I convoke Eros to help me compose a piece

That will reach your heart.

But do I dare?

Do I dare trouble the deities with a greedy tone

When I can’t gather the courage

To whisper confessions when we’re alone;

The only witness to my love

Being the moon shining high up

And the paper getting stained with passion.

So sure of my affection yet,

I hesitate.

Do you dare reciprocate these heavy feelings

That only keep me awake at night or

Am I merely a friend that consoles your ego

When things fall apart?

But it’s okay,

For I have accepted the possibility

The harsh, unwanted probability

That I’m doomed to an existence of unrequited love

And a lifeless life

Without the muse who inspires me

To write the most loveful poems and

The most sorrowful verses.

You nervously glance at Shinichiro while he is reading, noticing how his eyes squint and his nose scrunches from time to time (he does it when he doesn't understand something that is written). You pay close attention to his face, the poet in you wishing to remember Shinichiro until your last day if the worst was to happen. A part of you hopes the man will finally understand all of the things you wished to say but weren’t strong enough to. You pray that your poem reaches his heart and soul, that he sees you not only as a longtime friend but a life partner. “Wow.” He sighs, lifting his eyes from the paper to settle on you again. “I’ll never get tired of saying you’re really good.” Shinichiro stands back at his full height, murmuring about back pain after leaning down for so long. You look up at the man who has your world spinning around him, waiting to see if he says something more. He doesn't.

“Is that all?” You ask, playing with the bracelet on your wrist (a gift from Shinichiro when you turned 18). He looks at you confused. His eyes scan the paper again, rereading the verses to figure out if he missed anything. He still looks lost so you grab the pen and, in a moment of courage, you write a few words at the bottom of the poem. For Shinichiro, who I “loved with a love that was more than love”. The handwriting is shaky, giving away the anxiety exuding out of you. Shinichiro reads the additional words, then stops, then looks at you. You get up, not being able to have his body towering you that way. He is standing next to you and, for the first time, you’re not sure about the emotions revealed by his eyes. You wonder if you made a mistake confessing out of nowhere, in his shop, while his siblings and friends are hanging out and the last customers exit. You should have eased your way into the subject but what’s done is done and all you have left is to wait.

“I know I’m not the smartest person…” Shinichiro’s eyes are on you, reading your every move. “But does this mean what I think it means?” You nod, not trusting your voice. His eyes widen and, in a sudden movement, Shinichiro is even closer to you. His hands are on each side of your face, forcing you to look at him. “You wrote a poem for me. A love poem.” You nod again, your movements a bit restricted by the big hands holding your face in place. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Shinichiro gives you five seconds to step back before his lips are crashing against yours. You don't think any poem, book, word could describe what you felt the moment your lips met. It’s fast and a bit clumsy but you couldn't be more happy this happened, unable to control the smile when Shinichiro stops the kiss to look at you. You want to giggle like a young teenager when Shinichiro gives you that smile you love more than anything. “Does this mean you feel the same?”

“Yeah. Have for a while. Couldn't stand the thought of getting rejected by you though.” His thumb caresses your cheek and you find yourself leaning to the touch.

“I would never reject you.” You murmur, embarrassed at such revelation. “You know there’s a quote from Emily Brontë-”

“Tell me about her in a bit.” Shinichiro interrupts you. “I want to kiss you again.”

The next time you write a poem isn't about Shinichiro, your best friend. Instead, you dumped all of the new (reciprocated) feelings about Shinichiro, your boyfriend, and the experiences you get from living with him by your side. Most of your poems were and will probably always be about Shinichiro Sano, no matter the status he holds in your life. You get to love your muse and your boyfriend gets a lifetime supply of romantic poetry dedicated to him (as well as quotes that fit each situation).

[bkgexe]

I would love to hear more about your bakugou wips 👀

omg thank u for the ask i would love to talk about them.... that's my baby and i love him. recently i have been like. writing a lot for other characters? but i always abandon those works and go back to him literally three out of four of those snippets are his. unfortunately fixated on him at eighteen years old and have not been able to un-fixate.

i answered an ask from willow about one snippet so i can talk about the other two? the first is. man. i don't know when this will ever get published i have been working on it for years now. but it's like. reader is a princess of a kingdom that's like. in decline and whatever prince marries her gets the land of her kingdom when her father dies and kirishima is the prince of the kingdom to the east and makes the best offer for her hand in marriage. and bakugou is the commander of all of his knights/kiri's adopted brother. and the second you leave your kingdom everything goes to shit, obviously, and you end up having to really trust these people even though they've taken your home from you. really it's my excuse to practice prose but also it's my excuse to write another novel-length enemies to lovers fic featuring bakugou because. that is my life's calling i think LDKFSJFLKDJSFL

Eijirou returns to you. “Is there anything you want to do before we leave?”

There are so many things you want to do. You want to say goodbye to your mother and her grave flowers. You want Yui to twist your hair up into one of those delicate hairstyles she’s mastered, fingers grazing your scalp like a moth yearning at a warm window. You want to be ten and invincible, digging up worms in the castle courtyard to watch them squirm. It amazed you that a life could be so little. That you and the creature in your hands, without a face, without limbs, without the understanding of anything but dirt and air and rot, were experiencing what it meant to exist.

How can you communicate this to the man whose presence alone kills any hope of fulfilling these wishes? An easy answer—you can’t, and you never will. You tell him no, you want for nothing, and he leads you to your horse as if he believes you. Perhaps he does.

You ride away from your home, the castle becoming smaller with each hoofprint in the dirt as if beginning its decomposition without you: the pulsing heart kept in its mouth, caged between fangs but still permitted to beat.

THE OTHER SNIPPET IS DSFLKJSLDKFJSDKLJ OKAY. okay. the show true blood came out in 2008 and changed my life. i ADORE that show with a passion and i just rewatched it recently. and essentially. you the reader are sookie stackhouse, a telepath that lives in rural louisiana, and your (soon to be ex-) boyfriend, the vampire shinsou hitoshi, has been kidnapped. so you have to enlist the help of a werewolf in jackson, mississippi to help you find him. and that werewolf is bakugou katsuki, still (slightly) hung up over his ex and entirely unhappy to be involved and helping you. it's essentially season three of the show just rewritten to fit my purposes. and also i read ALL of the books that the show was based on so there's like a little book lore in there. extremely self-indulgent i'm afraid.

Despite how much you used to hate knowing what people thought about you, sometimes—and you won’t lie, it’s because you’re nosy—you’ll do a preliminary poke at a person’s thoughts to see if there’s anything that their brain is yelling about you. This has helped you in a few situations where people have come to your place with intentions to hurt and/or kidnap you, so you figure it’s not the worst thing in the world to keep doing.

What you see inside Bakugou’s head is nothing like what you thought you’d see. His thoughts are a blur of color and emotion and intention. You get the concept of what he’s thinking more than anything defined. Shapes instead of words. It’s disorienting, as if being exposed to this chaos is causing your own thoughts to lose their definition.

“I thought Hawks was full of shit,” Bakugou says, “but you’re reading my mind right now, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m not,” you scramble, not even convincing yourself with that answer. “I just, uh—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

these will hopefully. be done at a point in time in the future. but they are spiraling into very long territory like 50k+ words ldsflkfdjlk because. as this post is a perfect example of. i am the most longwinded person on the planet. ANYWAY omg. thank you for sending in this ask i hope these snippets were fun to read and i really appreciate you reaching out <3 thank u so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sehtoast]

Change in Routine (Homelander x OC)

no warnings, domestic fluff, sleeping in, spidersona oc | Fic Directory

@cozycornerevents | prompt: morning routine

Homelander is a creature of habit.  Same suits, same hairstyle, same soaps and scents– everything is the way it needs to be, and that includes his morning routine.  Even his days off used to follow the same ol’ structure.  At least, they used to.

Then along came a spider.

A particularly drowsy one at that.

“Ten more minutes…” the bug mumbles, pulling the blanket back up over his head to shield himself from the streams of light trickling in from the blinds.  They’d slept in Benjamin’s apartment rather than the penthouse– a decision Homelander was starting to find was his preference anyhow despite the major disruption to his routine.

By now, he’d be standing in front of the mirror shaving down any stubble that would chisel away at his perfect appearance.  Sure it was his day off, but he had an image to keep up with.  Next, he’d be wiggling into a fresh suit– something that also would not be happening as there were no such articles in Ben’s closet, only t-shirts and whatever pants were certainly too short for Homelander to borrow anyway.  And the time– god, the fucking time. It was already noon.  

Before Benjamin, Homelander would’ve been out and about hours ago. Practically when the sun first peeked over the horizon, he would’ve been on the go.  Doing this is so… unusual. The luxury of loafing around wasn’t one he was ever permitted to indulge in, especially not in the lab.

He hates the way the tingles of anxiety touch his mind from such conditioning.  

“C’mon, sleepyhead.” He coos, smoothing a hand up and down Ben’s back.  “We can’t sleep the whole day, right?”

“Underestimate me…” Ben replies weakly, nuzzling in closer to Homelander’s chest.  “Don’t you ever wanna just… I dunno, rot in bed for a day?  It’s soooooo good, I promise.”

Rot in bed, Homelander scoffs.  Apt words.

“Just have a nice lazy day…” Ben continues.  “With meeeeee~” 

He can hardly deny the temptation.  The bed is so cozy– unlike his own. Soft sheets and blankets with that odd, rough fuzzy texture Ben likes so much, which has not at all become a favorite of his own. Certainly not… 

Then there’s the hum of Ben’s desktop computer serving as the perfect white noise to distract him from the roar of the city.  The curtains keep the sun from attacking them full force, and that silly snuggly fool clings to him so sweetly, so perfect and trusting… His mind goes hazy for a second– or perhaps it’s his vision going blurry from that sickening little burst of emotion that hits him like a tidal wave.  When has he ever had this? 

When has anyone ever wanted him to stay, let alone asked him to?  When has he been desired for more than the perks of his affections and good behavior?  What advantage could Benjamin possibly get out of this?

Was there anything to gain other than just… time together?

A soft smile spreads across his face.  No, he thinks to himself.  It’s just that.  And isn’t that what he’s always wanted?  How he’s always wanted another to want him?

Suddenly the disruption to his morning routine isn’t so bad at all.

[toadifylackoffantasy]

5, 6, 8, 19 for Flo :)

5) How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

I have a name"rule" that dictates that their name had to start with an F. I have always liked the name Florian, and it vibed like something hyperfemme Bianca would name her kid due to the blooming connotations which...Damn, that aligns well with a piece of future story I've written out....

6) What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

They're born in game, so it was pretty much out of my control. The randomgenetics were fine immediately. The only thing I changed is their skintone, it was Bianca's gold initially, but I changed it even before I took the "they're born!" pic, as after Jaeda and Bianca, I didn't want another goldenhaired AND skinned heir and they looked too much like Bibi.

I have changed their eyecolor slightly a coupletimes, due to changing eyedefaults.

Their non-genetic personal style is quite femme, with sort of preppy modern glam but also slight vintage & ethereal touches...Basically whatever I can find/make that is more femme male frame stuff (also considering it took a while for them to start experimenting with that in-universe), but I'll never veer into the more Ouji stuff for them since I just don't vibe with it for my Flo.

Them being queer is actually partly looks-caused. Partly, because the main initial inspo for them being non-binary was Swiss Singer Nemo, but after they were born & I went into CAS to check out their looks, I started trying on a bunch of hairstyles. And I immediately found that very extra flamboyant looking ITF facial hair and the hairstyles that were less "basic straight dude™" to just be really, really, really vibey.

(I didn't have any default eyes briefly)

8) What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

Flo's...More Social, outgoing, daring and overall athletic than I'll ever be on the surface. But...Honestly?

We both can be unreasonable insecure and emotionally turbulent. We can both be impulsive, though their impulsiveness is more in "bringing themself into danger" rather than with dumb quickly entered words and ramblings. And we both have a sense of adventure - I can't do saltos for the life of me and won't try (ffs even somersaults I avoid and PE teachers made me play ballthrowinggames with the wall cus how much of a lost cause I was) , but I like running up hills and climbing over (safe, I have something horizontal less than a meter below me)rocks. Many aspects of them is what I would desire to be like, but can't really be, so it's in pixelform instead.

I believe that ultimately, almost every meant-to-be-likeable character (like, any that isn't a charicature of evilness genre Sergei) or oc or whatever has something about them that's slightly self projecting, however subtle and small.

"the origin"...Idk, they just sort of became like that.

19) What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Favourite: they let me be really creative & teach me a lot. I do lots of research for Flo to do them justice, and said research has made me come across interesting people. Because Flo isn't exactly a ready to go archetype I need to genuinely think how I write them, their motivations, decisions and so on - They're a creative challenge, and I love that.

Least favourite: They can be annoying and whiney lol, one could say I chose that myself, but everyone who writes will know that sometimes the fantasy-creative-writing side of your brain just takes you to places outside of your control. I decided to make Flo on the turbulent, impulsive and emotional side - occasionally even harsh or unreasonable, and now I have to deal with that.

Also,"needing" to make my own cc for them & future storylines all the time slows down playing & writing an insane amount.

[fukanouna]

Vandalize My Heart (KuinAnn)

Summary: Kuina is drawn to Ann, and she doesn't understand why. Set some time before Season 1 of Alice in Borderland.

Pairing: Kuina Hikari x Rizuna Ann

Rating: T

Word Count: 4303

A/N: For @dirtyvulture :) Will be posted on AO3 but under my other name, wooperskai. Fic title taken from the song of the same name by One OK Rock.

*contains hints to Alice in Borderland spoilers (IYKYK)

---

A person's eyes spoke more than words.

That was something Kuina learned growing up.

Those scorching afternoons in her father's dojo were moments she would rather forget, but Kuina couldn't deny that what she learned under her father has helped her survive these unforgiving games so far. It helped her determine whether or not she would ally herself with other players, be wary of them even during said alliance, or avoid a player altogether.

Kuina eventually teamed up with Chishiya, a silver-blonde haired guy she came across during a Diamonds game. The moment she looked into his eyes that were paired with a crooked, knowing smile, Kuina could tell he was different from the other players she encountered so far. Chishiya somehow maintained a calm demeanor despite all the gruesome deaths happening around them, calmly and quietly observing his surroundings in order to gather the necessary information to survive whatever games they came across. Kuina admitted to herself that she wouldn't have survived some of these games without him.

Kuina was the brawn and Chishiya was the brains.

It worked out well, really.

Although she still didn't like the way he'd look at her. It wasn't in a perverted, creepy way like how some other guys would look at her, but rather in a way it was as if he was looking into her soul, able to see her traumatic past, during a time in her life she was perceived as weak. Kuina didn't know if that was any better, but she was thankful he never pressed her for more backstory than necessary. She never asked him for his past either, trying to be courteous back.

Typically, Kuina never questioned Chishiya's outlandish ideas, but she wasn't fond of the idea to follow a group of guys who all had firearms on them.

"Did you notice how all of them had rental locker keys around their wrists?" Chishiya pointed out nonchalantly. "All the more obvious they're working together."

"And that makes you want to follow them?" Kuina shot back in disbelief. "You saw how they were during the game. We were lucky we were on the same team as them."

Chishiya slowly shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, his eyes glinting in the darkness.

"I want to know what this Beach is."

---

Well.

Chishiya got his wish.

Here they were, tied to chairs after getting caught scouting the Beach with a bunch of people in bathing suits surrounding them, watching them with hardened expressions. The only woman in the room, who had a hime-cut hairstyle and had her midriff exposed, was also the only one gazing at her and Chishiya with an amused smile, and honestly, it made Kuina more uncomfortable. The man in glasses that stood beside the woman was the opposite, not smiling whatsoever, but he looked the most calm out of everyone in the room, unnerving in a different way.

Of course, Chishiya was calm and collected as usual, showing no emotions while his eyes survey their captors. Kuina forced herself to swallow the rising bile in her throat down and do the same. There were no obvious weapons in the extravagant room, a good sign, so at least they weren't in any obvious danger (yet). She noticed that they all had those locker keys around their wrists, much like the band of armed men they tracked after, and confirmed they were all allied in some way.

A shirtless man with sunglasses that sported a gaudy robe and beach shorts burst into the room from a door opposite from where she and Chishiya sat. Kuina noticed how the air immediately shifted with his presence and guessed he was the head honcho of this place. Another followed right behind him, a woman also sporting sunglasses, with dark blue shorts that exposed her longer slender legs and had her arms crossed over her semi-see-through white blouse. Kuina couldn't properly read either of them due to their eyes being hidden behind their sunglasses, but Kuina felt that the cross-armed woman was watching her. The thought made her skin hot.

Her train of thought was cut off when the robed man stepped forward towards her and Chishiya with arms wide open and an almost maniacal smile.

"Welcome to the Beach. I am Hatter."

---

There were three rules when living at the Beach.

You must always have on a bathing suit.

You are free to live your life exactly as you wish.

Death to all traitors who refused to hand over their cards or abandon The Beach.

Very straightforward rules.

Kuina thought the first rule was incredibly ridiculous until Hatter pointed out the real reason: you can't hide weapons if you're wearing a swimsuit. While Hatter's outward appearance and behavior was annoyingly haughty and pompous, Kuina could tell he was not to be underestimated.

With Ann and Mira at her sides, Kuina was escorted into a large round closet that displayed an incredible selection of women's swimsuits. She recognized some of the brands, some of the bikini pieces worth more than three months-worth of rent in Ginza combined.

"Feel free to choose as many as you like. The Beach is now your new home, and you should feel comfortable where you live, free to wear what you like without facing any judgment," Mira explained in her grandiose way of speaking, arms spread out to Kuina. She originally thought Mira was being condescending, intentionally talking in such a way that felt like she was talking down on Kuina because she was a highly-positioned Executive member, but Kuina realized Mira was just weird.

"Sure. Whatever you say," Kuina drawled and rolled her eyes, not moving from her spot in the center of the room, though she was scanning the selection with her eyes. She mentally noted Ann had said nothing since they separated from the guys, and though she wore deeply shaded sunglasses, Kuina felt the short-haired woman was silently watching and analyzing her.

A firm series of knocks sounded from the mahogany wooden doors at the end of the closet.

"Mira." The voice belonged to the man with shaggy hair and glasses. Kuzuryu or something. "Hatter has summoned us to his room."

An exaggerated sigh left Mira's lips, which pursed into a pout as she looked up at Kuina. "How unfortunate. I was looking forward to seeing your choice of swim pieces. I suppose you will have to show me later." Mira smiled almost eerily at Kuina and walked passed her, only to stop by Ann. "Don't break our new guest while I'm gone, Rizuna-san~"

Kuina didn't know what Mira meant by that but she felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as the doors closed behind Mira, leaving her alone with Ann. Immediately, the atmosphere felt tense and suffocating. Ann's default pose must be having her arms crossed at all times because Kuina swore the woman never had her arms at her side. The sunglasses in the brightly lit closet wasn't helping either, but she couldn't take the awkward silence any longer.

"So…" Kuina began slowly with a forced grin as she stepped closer into Ann's personal space. "You guys have a crazy selection of bathing suits. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. This cult you're a part of must have taken them from the countless abandoned shops around Tokyo.”

Ann turned her head towards Kuina, although only slightly. "Shibuya alone was enough to accommodate the residents of The Beach on top of what was already here at the resort, but there are still lots of locations available." She adjusted her sunglasses, pushing it up against the bridge of her nose. "Hatter had ties to Kabukicho and knew all the bars that held abundant amounts of hard liquor."

"I didn't ask that last part, but okay…" Kuina mumbled to herself while sifting through the selection of bikinis. Now that she knew the sunglasses lady had a voice, she felt compelled to continue the conversation. "So where's your swimsuit? You look like your dressed more for wine tasting on a summer day than to lounge around at a resort," she commented while motioning to Ann's sleeveless off-white blouse where the ends were tied in a knot to tease her midriff and her dark navy high-waisted shorts.

For a moment, Ann did not move from her spot. Then, the woman strode over to Kuina until she stood right in front of her. They were similar in height, Ann being slightly taller than her due to the wedges she was wearing. Kuina's eyes landed on Ann's hands that moved to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. It shouldn't have made Kuina feel embarrassed but with their close proximity and the ghost of a smirk on Ann's lips, she couldn't help but feel her cheeks grow hotter. After the third button, Ann opened her blouse apart just enough for Kuina to see her bikini top: striped with light blue and white as the colors. Kuina hated that she couldn't stop staring and couldn't stop her heart from hammering against her ribcage, her throat dry.

"Hatter never said that the swimsuits needed to always be visible," Ann noted casually. "I'm still playing by the rules."

Kuina nodded dumbly as Ann buttoned back up her blouse. "As flattered as I am that you're admiring my chest, you're taking too long to select your swimsuits."

If Kuina's cheeks weren't hot before, they were definitely hot now. "Shut up…" she mumbled and turned her back to Ann, her attention returning to the swimsuits. "Is there really a need to rush me?"

"Yes. The sooner you make your choice the sooner you will be able to rest for tonight," Ann said, her arms returning to their crossed position.

Kuina turned back around to shoot the other woman a puzzled look. "Tonight? What's happening tonight?"

Another smirk.

Ann slowly took off her sunglasses.

For the first time, Kuina gazed into Rizuna Ann's eyes; they were steadfast and yet there was a trace of mischievousness in those dark eyes.

"Hatter has requested that you and Chishiya are to be evaluated in tonight's games," Ann explained. "He believes that you two have the potential to be executive members of The Beach."

Kuina couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What? But we just got here. It hasn't even been a day."

"Exactly. Hatter does not offer the executive position so easily, so consider yourself fortunate. Kuzuryu will decide Chishiya's worthiness. And I…"

Ann put back on her sunglasses with crooked smile.

"… will be the one who will be evaluating you, Kuina."

---

During the day, The Beach was paradise.

When the sun set, that's when the cruelty of this world reared it's ugly head once again and Kuina had no choice but to face it.

Aguni, leader the militant faction and Hatter's righthand man, was in charge of organizing the groups who would be sent out for the night to participate in games in search of all the suit cards. Kuina was wary of Aguni and the rest of the militants, and she had a gut feeling that Aguni and Hatter had a very complicated relationship. It was obvious most residents of The Beach sided with Hatter and his ideology and had blind faith in his plan to escape this world, but the more violent residents were militants and were on Aguni's side. It wasn't reassuring either when only members of the militant faction were allowed to use firearms.

Chishiya came up to her, as calm as ever, with his hands in the pockets of his zipped hoodie, now sporting swim trunks and flip flops. "I'm sure you've heard we'll be evaluated in tonight's games. I'm being paired with Kuzuryu-san. Truly someone who is the life at every party."

Kuina couldn't stop a chuckle from leaving her lips at Chishiya's dry humor. "I'm stuck with Ann."

"Ann?" Chishiya repeated, giving Kuina a curious look. "Interesting."

"What? Don't make comments if you're not going to explain," Kuina snapped defensively.

"Nothing," he chuckled. "It's just that you're not calling her Rizuna-san or Ann-san."

Kuina scoffed to mask her embarrassment. "I don't need to be polite in this world."

Chishiya flashed a lopsided grin. "That you don't. Have fun playing with Ann, and make sure you don't die so I can see you later."

Even though he already had his back turned to her, Kuina flipped him off anyway, scowling at his teasing, and reluctantly made her way to the other side of the resort's parking lot where her group waited for her.

Where Rizuna Ann was waiting for her.

Kuina cursed her heart under her breath for racing faster at the mere sight of Ann.

---

The game was a 3 of Diamonds, a suit that was not Kuina's specialty. That didn't mean Kuina didn't try.

The game required the players to escape a total of 3 rooms, each room having a small handful of puzzles to solve before being able to move onto the next room. However, each room needed to be completed within a time limit. If a person failed to leave the room before the time limit expired, they would be trapped inside while poisonous gas filled the room.

Not everyone in her group survived the game. Kuina survived, and while she hated to admit it, it was thanks to Rizuna Ann that the riddles were solved. The woman was intelligent, there was no question about that, and while Ann looked like those wealthy single women who owned property in Okinawa, she was far from delicate.

Cold, calculating, and deadly.

That's how Kuina would have described Ann during the game.

After the both of them dashed out of the building where the Game was held along with a few others from The Beach, Kuina leaned against the nearest wall and slid down onto the floor, catching her breath. Ann was also breathing heavily, but it was obvious she was trying to conceal her fatigue. It was the first time Ann looked so human.

"Anta wa…" Kuina breathed out harshly. "You knew all the answers from the beginning. If you knew the answers, why didn't you say so sooner? We could have saved everyone in our group. People died… because you." Without her sunglasses on, Kuina could see the lack of empathy in the other women's eyes.

"You should know by now the cruel reality of this world," Ann countered, eyes drilling into Kuina's. For a split second, Kuina thought she saw sorrow in those eyes, a but Ann soon turned her back to her. "I can try all I want, but I can't save everyone, nor am I going to prioritize trying to save someone I don't even know that would jeopardize my own life."

Kuina bit down on her lip, unable to say anything back because truthfully, she felt the same way. For a moment, she wondered if she was selfish to think that way, putting herself first than to save another person's life. The thought made Kuina feel disgusting.

"They still didn't deserve to die…" Kuina eventually whispered, feeling defeated.

Ann eyed her quietly and let out a slowly, audible sigh. "You're too kind, Kuina. That is why I cannot pass you."

Kuina looked up at the bob-haired woman. "What?"

"You're too kind," Ann repeated softly. "That is why I have decided that you are unfit to become a Beach Executive member."

---

About two weeks passed since Kuina failed her test, although it felt a lot longer than that.

If it wasn't for the fact she needed to keep track of the days left on her visa, Kuina would have lost track of how much time had passed since she first entered this twisted world a long time ago. There were times that she still volunteered to participant in the nightly games despite having an ample amount of days left in her visa if she saw Ann participating, in hopes of redeeming herself and that Ann would change her mind. But Ann never did and continued to fail Kuina.

(There was another reason why Kuina always wanted to join the games if Ann was there, but she never admitted it out loud.)

Unsurprisingly, Chishiya survived and passed his test, becoming an Executive member of The Beach. Kuina was worried that meant she would be left behind and all alone but to her surprise, Chishiya stuck by her and shared whatever information he learned during committee meetings. When she asked if he was allowed to divulge such confidential information, Chishiya simply shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm not breaking any of the three rules of The Beach, right?" was all he said.

One thing Chishiya learned during the meetings that the obvious tension between Aguni and his militant faction and Hatter and the other Executive members was growing. It was only a matter of time before an uprising happened. Chishiya convinced her that they will need allies when the time came, before The Beach would crumble from the inevitable conflict.

But it was harder to find worthy allies than either initially thought. Many of the residents were too blinded by this false utopia Hatter created or they were fiercely and dangerously loyal to Aguni.

"Everyone here is stupid… Too drunk or too addicted to smoking, drugs, or sex," Kuina muttered under breath one day while Chishiya was in a meeting and surveying people by the pool. In the corner of her eye, a familiar, poised figure caught her attention and found her eyes landing Ann walking towards the Tiki Bar. It was the first time she ever spotted the pale woman by the crowded, suffocating pool area.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Kuina stood up and headed towards Ann.

"You're not in the meeting," Kuina observed, sidling next to the other woman. She felt Ann raising a brow at her behind the sunglasses. "Also not indoors for once."

"You must be watching me closely if you know this," Ann remarked as the bartender slid her martini across the countertop to her.

Kuina felt those damn butterflies in her stomach fluttering but she swallowed them back down. "Chishiya told me he was attending an Executive meeting earlier," she answered back as evenly as she could.

"I didn't need to attend. I'm not needed in every meeting." Ann took a sip of her drink. "And the other part?"

Kuina stiffened. Her mind wracked for a sensible answer that would appease the woman's curiosity that was becoming dangerously close to the truth even Kuina was trying hard to run away from. She could still feel Ann's gaze firmly on her, as if she was searching for the answer to her own question herself by analyzing Kuina's body language.

It would have been easy to fabricate a lie and wing with it. Kuina had done it plenty of times. But then again, the people she lied to were not Rizuna Ann. None of those people could even compare to the intellect and analytical skills Ann possessed. There was no doubt that Ann would be able to easily see through her lies because of said skills and because, frankly, Kuina didn't have the best poker face either.

Kuina bit down on her bottom lip, turning her gaze away from Ann's with a resigned sigh.

"What if I was?" she finally answered. "Watching you closely."

Ann was silent.

Then, a smirk. Cat-like eyes no doubt glimmering with amusement behind Versace shades.

"If that were the case, then I would let you know that the feeling is mutual… Kuina."

Kuina couldn't stop the shiver that shot down her spine at hearing the husky manner Ann said her name. Her mouth went dry in an instant, unable to respond as Ann simply took her martini and started walking away towards the resort's foyer, effectively ending the conversation.

Kuina groaned while burying her face into her hands, well aware the bartender watched their exchange with great interest, but had enough tact not to comment or intervene. She ordered a lemon sour before leaving the bar, then heard Chishiya's voice coming from behind. "Ah. Chishiya," she said monotonously. "Meeting done already?"

"Yep. Nothing of interest. Hatter is suspicious of a group of players hiding their cards from him, but I'm hoping his growing paranoia will lead to him eventually slipping up where he's hiding the rest of the suit cards that have been collected," he said with an almost bored tone. Chishiya turned his head in the direction of the foyer. "By the way, I saw you talking to Ann-san."

Kuina internally groaned. "… How much did you see?"

"Enough," Chishiya chuckled. "It looked like you two were enjoying each other's company."

"We definitely were not," Kuina huffed, feeling her ears burn hot with embarrassment. "I wish you would stop watching me without me knowing."

"Can't help it. It's my specialty and you know firsthand it's a valuable skill that has saved our lives on multiple occasions." Chishiya paused then clicked his tongue. "Would you find it fascinating to know that Rizuna Ann is interested in you?"

Kuina was in the middle of sipping her drink when the sudden remark made her spit out her drink. "Huh?! What are you talking about? Interested how?"

"I'm not sure what you're thinking, but I meant interested in the sense that you have caught her attention," Chishiya grinned slyly, well aware he was teasing the tall woman. "I understand where Ann-san is coming from though. You're different, Kuina. You're not like other… women."

Kuina squeezed her glass, holding in her breath, wondering if he's implying what she thinks he's implying.

Chishiya didn't elaborate and continued.

"Perhaps Ann-san wants to know what makes you different. You also want to learn more about Ann-san; she intrigues you. That curiosity to discover is what draws you two to each other. I suppose my next question is what do you plan to do next?"

Kuina wasn't sure. She was still trying to wrap her own head around Ann, still trying to figure her out, and still trying to figure out why the hell she was so intent on learning more about Ann. The woman was mysterious, difficult to read, and difficult to understand. Even during the moments Kuina could actually gaze into Ann's eyes, Kuina couldn't even begin to guess what the other woman was thinking. One moment, Ann was cold and aloof, but other times, there was a hint of gentleness in the way she smiled at Kuina or in the tone of her voice. Kuina wasn't sure which one was the real Ann, and maybe that in itself was a red flag that was telling her to be wary of the bob-haired woman, but Kuina couldn't stay away from her.

Thinking back to Chishiya's question, there was only one thing she knew she wanted to know, because for once, the eyes were not enough for Kuina to understand Ann. The woman was a complex puzzle with an uncertain number of layers hiding her true self. Kuina wanted to believe Ann was a good person deep down, wanted to believe her cold demeanor was because of the world they're forced to exist in and that there was kindness somewhere beneath that.

But that was Kuina being hopeful and assuming Rizuna Ann trusted her enough to open up to her.

Chishiya was still looking at her, waiting for an answer.

Kuina inhaled sharply.

She made a decision.

---

It was past midnight when Kuina made her way to the third floor of The Beach.

It was the floor where Hatter and the Executive members had their own rooms, taking the suite rooms of the former high-end resort. It was also heavily guarded, members of the militant faction making their rounds and rotations on this floor, but fortunately Hatter gave her special permission to visit the floor at Chishiya's request and because of her large contribution of cards so soon after joining.

With a simple white tee and cotton shorts over her bikini, Kuina stood nervously in front of Ann's room. She tentatively knocked on the door. Her brain short-circuited when Ann opened the door to reveal herself in a silk sleeveless top and matching shorts. She still had makeup on and was wearing glasses.

A killer combo that was too much for Kuina's heart.

Ann's lips twitched but she remained expressionless. "Kuina. What brings you here so late?"

Kuina took a deep breath. "Can we talk?"

"… About?"

"Us."

Ann was quiet for a moment. "Us," she repeated slowly.

Kuina nodded, looking right into the other woman's eyes that still held an unreadable stillness to them. "You say you've been watching me closely, and I've admitted to doing the same. It's because I want to trust you. I want to believe you're not like Hatter, Aguni, or the others, but I can't trust you if one moment you're approachable and then you're distant the next. So why? Why have you been watching me? What is it that you want?"

Ann's gaze flickered to the carpeted floor, looking thoughtful, then returning back up to meet Kuina's eyes once more. Kuina held her breath when Ann stepped closer and reached out to run her hand through Kuina's dreads, fingertips gliding all the way down to the ends, then returning her hand to her sides. Kuina didn't know what that was all about but the gesture made her heart stutter. It felt oddly… intimate.

"Ann?" Kuina whispered as the other woman turned around to step back into her room. For a moment she thought that Ann was going to end the conversation there, just like she did at the bar.

Then Ann faced her again, motioning Kuina to follow her into her room.

"If you want the answer to your question, then come inside."

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A/N: Part 2 but only if Vulture wants it :)

Thanks for reading!

[darling-leech]

I'm kinda glad they're putting gold in the daily rewards in ESO, because I need it. 😅😅

[gallusrostromegalus]

OP PLEASE EXPLAIN MOKUBA HAVING A GUN

Okay, so- YGO was my first fandom way back in... Middle school? and we could get into the psychology of traumatized baby me and the tropes of the series and the narrative anomalies of a fairly dark manga/anime getting the 4KIDS! treatment but:

Mokuba should have had a Gun.

Kid gets Kidnapped A LOT and until very recently, he and his brother were violent sociopaths and I feel like maaaaaaaaaaaybe Mokuba should have kept a bit of that. Not a Lot. He's doing much better now, but shit keeps happening to him and a touch of the night comes in real handy now and then, especially when your brother is comprised of equal parts hubris, hyperfixation and (repressed) homosexuality and *somebody* has to deal with this nonsense.

So I think Mokuba should have had a gun. Or Tire Iron Or Distressingly Large Knife. Something.

It wouldn't alter the plot much- in Deulist kingdom he's still like what, 11? and he doesn't know how to use that shit but I feel like he should have been allowed to go down fighting. By the time Battle City rolls around, he's had some more practice and someone beat it into him that "talk softly and carry a big stick" also means "Don't let your beloved but extremely neurotic brother know about The Gun". So it's just. There. For Emergencies.

Granted, the kid who's been to basically hell probably has a warped ideaof what qualifies as an "emergency" but hey. It adds something to his character, like coffee in chocolate cake or bolognese.

Here, have an Excerpt from the fic I started writing at 3 AM. The context is that they're at the island in Battle City part 2, and Prior to this, Mokuba had sucessfully downloaded Noah into a PS3, that he's currently carrying around like a Purse Chihuahua while he watches Destiny Happen or Whatever:

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"Mokuba." Said Noah. It was technically a question but their father had always viewed Interrogative Intonation as Weakness.

"Yeah?" Mokuba replied, a native speaker of Abused Bastardeese.

"Is the clock on this device correct? It says it's 12:45 in the afternoon."

"Sure is."

There was a pause as there was some more dramatic monologing about the unfathomable power of the cards on the dueling platform.

"It is. Remarkably dark out for Luncheon." Noah tried.

"Oh! Yeah, while you were compling we all got moved into Hell." Mokuba nodded.

There was another pause as the first speech was rejoined by a second about the Power of Friendship.

"...Hell, you say?" Noah asked, feeling himself go a bit peaky about the exhaust fans.

"Yeah, Don't worry about it. Either this dingus-" he pointed to the more offensive hairstyle. "-will lose the game and physics will go back to normal, or I'll beat him with that piece of concrete and rebar and Physics will go back to normal. It's really just stage dressing."

Some of the Holographic effects were very loud, causing another pause in the conversation.

"Does this happen... often?" Noah tried, beginning to wonder if he'd made the right choice in leaving his digital hell.

"Not usually until the finals of a tournament but sometimes in the pregame. I got stuck here for a whole weekend once." Said Mokuba with the casual informative air of an old man speculating on whether this year's fishing was going to be any good.

"Your remarkable state of calm during the Digital Debacle earlier is beginning to make a lot more sense." Noah muttered, indicator light blinking sheepishly.

"Yeah, Like, finding out you existed and had been trapped in a videogame was probably the worst emotional gutpunch of the weekend, but that was maybe the fourth or fifth weirdest thing to happen today."

"Are we including everyone's hair in that tally?"

"Oh yeah, natch." Nodded Mokuba, shifting his weight and looking around for somewhere safe to set Noah down. "Sometimes I wish Seto would go back to his old Lime Green hair so he'd fit in with his peers more. Pull up some concrete." he set Noah down on a flat bit next to a pair of chunks that made a remarkably good child-size recliner.

"What, he took over my corporate empire AND stole my hair color?" Noah asked, trying to sound mock-offended but his real offense crept through.

"When I say Seto had an Identity Crisis I mean he had a fucking Crisis." Mokuba nodded. They watched another dazzling display of special effects. "I should have brought some snacks."

[supercantaloupe]

ask For Fun: if you had to stage the barber of seville and the marriage of figaro, how would you do it?

oh this is so difficult. not helped by the fact that there's already very nearly ideal productions readily available on the met to start with (plus i just watched another barbiere today that i really liked too). but i could certainly come up with some things i would want to do...adding a cut cause this turned long lol

i think i would lean towards the great comet school of thought regarding design aesthetics -- clearly inspired by and retaining elements of historicity, but not beholden to it either, and incorporating anachronisms where appropriate (as in, not distracting from the story and/or cool as hell). i'd have to give the hypothetical a lot more thought if i were to settle on a more specific aesthetic, especially if i'm departing from (vague) historicity -- i am absolutely not opposed to 'modernized' restagings of old classic shows, but i think there has to be motivation behind it. these are two totally different operas from totally different composers and while i don't think it's practically feasible in any manner to perform them as a true double billing, i like the idea of designing them so that it's very obvious that these plots and characters are connected, if not through casting specifically then through costuming and hair/makeup.

things i would want to be played up: the looney toons ass comedy of both shows. i want audiences to come away from the performances assuming that every day in the almaviva household is full of ridiculous shenanigans

also: making it really clear that the count is kind of spoiled and emotionally immature, right from the start. now it's a difficult tightrope to walk direction/acting wise because i don't think barbiere works entirely if you aren't sympathetic to almaviva, and i think playing him overly rude or snobby or whatever will just ruin the opera. at the same time i want the transition from "dorky loveable hero" to "pathetic villain" to not seem like it comes out of nowhere. moments in barbiere i think where this can be highlighted are every instance where the count is paying off someone else to do some business for him (the musicians at the beginning, basilio at the end, figaro throughout), and the instances where he ignores or brushes off caution out of ego (often recklessly; eg him taking the drunk soldier routine too far even after figaro tries to temper him, and wasting time in rosina's chamber when they really ought to be escaping). the count should be likeable, but still flawed. i think it helps in nozze after the fact too. as funny as "almaviva divorce arc"/rosina dumping his ass is as a concept, i think the opera is emotionally more interesting if it's made clear that both the count and the countess used to be happy together, and if people remember that the count used to be sympathetic. maybe rosina willl still divorce him in the end idk but i think the emotional complexity of two people who used to be happy together reckoning with the fact that they perhaps are no longer and are both seeking unhealthy outlets to deal with it is more important than whatever the definitive final status of their relationship is. also throughout both operas, almaviva must be, and i cannot stress this enough, cringefail. plus he either must be short or have a stupid hairstyle.

anyway. cherubino has nonbinary swag (this is canon already but i'm making it moreso). i think it might be tough to give marcellina the sympathy she deserves based on the libretto, but i'd probably try to give her more stage business than she often gets elsewhere; well-done silent acting can do a lot to establish a character. susanna should be a little bit rude. i think it's funny. not so rude as to make her unlikeable and not so bold as to make her position as a servant woman constantly leered at by more powerful men unrealistic or whatever, and obviously still like. funny and endearing and everything, but she should be allowed to be a little indignant sometimes. met 2014 got this one right. i think figaro and rosina should be friends, closer in barbiere although perhaps grown apart a bit by nozze. i like when it's clear that figaro is, in fact, Doing This To Get Paid, especially in barbiere; he absolutely develops some fondness for the count, sure, and is already fond of rosina and wants her to be happy, but participating in this whole ridiculous scheme is motivated primarily by him making a living...again, i think it's another tightrope walk here, cause if figaro is too financially motivated he'll come off as unsympathetic. i don't want him to be unlikeable, but i want his independence and self-reliance to be clear, and how that ties into his (unknowingly confused) relationship with marcellina and distrust-turned-reconciliation with susanna at the end of nozze (raising yourself without a family can do a number on a guy's trust i think!). anyway his financial and emtional relationship to the count et al. may be better suited to the realm of fanfiction than the actual stage, but i'm just musing here anyway. no matter what, susanna and figaro have to be adorable together. they are the only truly good opera couple and i will not ruin that. as for rosina: there's an aria in act ii of barbiere (between agreeing to marry bartolo and the thunderstorm) that was added for her in a later paris production, which i don't think gets performed that often, but i would include it because i think it bridges the gap between being convinced of lindoro/almaviva's treachery to being fully cool with marrying him again that she crosses in like ten seconds otherwise. i guess maybe it holds up the action a little bit, but come on this is opera i don't care. also don't ask me if rosina should be a contralto a mezzo or a soprano i am not opening that can of worms tonight

[hangovercurse]

I���d Drop it All for You

Pictures of you and Pete are spread all over the internet, causing a whirlwind of hate to enter your social media.

Request: “Pete content please! anything !!! smut fluff whatever”

Pete x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, depictions of depression and anxiety

A/N: *Insert normal spiel about respecting A.G. and only using her for plot purposes. No harm intended.* Also I wrote most of this after a meeting with my therapist so... enjoy :) (He’s so cute in this gif I wanna kiss his face)

Word Count: 1820

You weren’t one of those people who loved being the center of attention. You knew that being in the spotlight also meant constantly living under a microscope, and you decided a long time ago that that was not for you.

But you were lucky enough to work as an assistant art director at just 24. You were hoping that The King of Staten Island, your newest project, would help get your name out into the professional world. But that wasn’t the only thing to come out of the film.

It happened unexpectedly, you showed up on set the first day, ready to do whatever the art director required of you. You couldn’t help but be slightly distracted by the lead actor and writer, Pete Davidson. He was so kind and funny, and he wasn’t uptight like everyone else.

After a few hours of filming, he came up to you, introducing himself. He said he “wanted to get to know everyone working on the project,” but you didn’t see him introducing himself to anyone else. You two started talking during breaks. Then he started sitting with you at lunch. Then he was asking for your number.

In a matter of weeks he was asking you out to dinner, taking you to a cozy restaurant that you absolutely adored. He walked you home, his hand grazing yours until you intertwined your fingers.

It was all very romantic, so when Pete asked if he could take you on another, you obviously said yes. Flash forward two weeks and he finally got the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, even though you were both exclusively seeing each other already.

After filming ended 2 months later, you were still working on the film in post, which meant you had an excuse to stay  in Staten Island with Pete. After about 2 weeks in post, you spent more nights in his bed than your hotel’s.

Nearly 6 months later and you were happier than ever. You were splitting your time between your small apartment in the Bronx and Pete’s basement apartment. Pete introduced you to most of his friends, and you introduced him to yours.

But other than your small circles of friends, you kept your relationship fairly quiet. Pete doesn’t have social media and yours is strictly professional, so there are no pictures of you two together. You weren’t hiding each other, you loved each other, you just had no reason to tell tabloids. And you were perfectly happy with that.

Which made it so much worse when various news sites had pictures of you two holding hands. Had they been anyone else you would’ve thought they were cute, walking along the South Beach oceanside at night.

Pete had been in the SNL studio all day when the pictures were released, while you were in his apartment, trying your best to focus on the photoset in front of you. The production team wanted the film to scream “teen romance,” which basically entails subtle pink undertones and a higher saturation. But you couldn’t quite get the coloring right, probably because you weren’t actually focusing on the colors.

You sighed, looking at the time and realizing that Pete won’t be back until sometime after 2am, which was a whole 5 hours away. You let out a huff, pushing away from the desk and making your way to Pete’s closet and searching for one of his hoodies. They always smelled like him (and weed), so it was a comfort to you.

You crashed onto the bed, finding the phone that you had tossed there a few hours earlier. Turning it on you were surprised by the number of notifications you were getting. You knew the photos had surfaced but you weren’t expecting this.

Your Instagram was blowing up with new follows, likes, and comments. It was kind of exciting at first until you started reading some of the comments.

I mean, we knew he would downgrade from Ari, but this is like… really far down.

This girl really thinks she’s special just bc Pete’s dating her. Hun he could do so much better

Who is she?!? Literally no one.

Someone needs to show her how to dress

That hairstyle is not it honey

Pete Davidson is dating YOU??? He could do sooo much better

Ari was prettier sorry not sorry

The entire comment section on your last post, a picture of you on the set of your latest film, was pretty much the same. There were some nice comments, but a lot of mean ones.

And you couldn’t help it, you couldn’t stop looking at them. It felt so cliché, but it was like all of your deepest insecurities about being with Pete were thrown out on the table.

You knew that Pete had a fairly large following, and that a lot of people had really strong feelings about him. You had expected that if and when your relationship went public you would have a lot of people watching you, scrutinizing you. But you didn’t care because Pete was worth it.

Now you weren’t so sure. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle people talking bad about you, because you definitely could, even if it hurt. You just weren’t expecting the amount of people comparing you to Ariana or saying that Pete could do so much better.

And it only bothered you so much because you felt it too. Your inner demons loved to remind you that Pete had dated Ariana fucking Grande and now he’s dating you. Anyone could see an obvious downgrade.

You turned your phone off and threw it on the opposite side of the bed, trying to think positive thoughts. “I am in control of my own thoughts and emotions. I am catching my negative thoughts and fixing them.” You murmured your therapist’s mantra to yourself, but it was too late. The thoughts had already taken hold of your mind.

Your eyes started to water as you could feel the heavy feeling in your chest set in. You pulled the hood over your head, pulling the straps to hide as much of your face as possible, and pulling your knees to your chest. You laid like that for a while, tears falling as doubts ran through your head. Once you had effectively exhausted your thoughts, you went numb. Your tears had stopped, but you couldn’t move. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, but it sure wasn’t pleasurable.

There was a sort of buzzing throughout your body, almost like the feeling when your foot falls asleep, but everywhere. It seemed to block out your sound, as you didn’t hear the basement door open. You only knew that Pete was home when he sat beside you on the bed, pulling the hood off your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He smiled at you. You tried your best to fake one back, but you honestly couldn’t find the energy. Pete pulled you so you were sitting up, back pressed against his front. His arms wrapped around your middle as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “What’s goin on?” He murmured against your skin.

“Did you see them?” You asked, your voice quiet and hoarse.

Pete let out a sigh, “Yeah, I saw them.” He paused, his hold on you getting tighter, like he was making sure you couldn’t leave. “I’m sorry baby. I know you didn’t want it to be a whole big thing.”

You turned your head to face him, “It’s not that. I really don’t mind that people know. We weren’t trying to hide anything.”

He smiled, “Yeah, I know I just- it was nice having this to ourselves.”

He wanted to hide you. He’s embarrassed of you.

Your inner dialogue never seemed to shut up.

You turned away from Pete, trying to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Yeah.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong, you’re still upset.” He rocked you in his arms, kissing the top of your head. You shrugged in response, not trusting yourself to talk. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

You nodded, leaning further into Pete’s chest. “People found my Instagram.” You murmured, looking down and tracing the arrow tattoo on his hand.

“Whaddya mean? I thought it was public?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

You sighed, wishing you hadn’t said anything. “Yeah, it is. But after all the articles people started following me and shit.”

“I would ask how that’s a problem but I deleted my Instagram so I can’t really talk.” You could tell he was trying to make you feel better, but you couldn’t seem to get out of your haze.

You shook your head, deciding to drop the matter. “It’s not, I’m just being overdramatic.” You sighed, putting on a fake smile and facing him fully. “Wanna watch a movie?” You asked, trying to change the topic.

He gave you the I-know-you’re-bullshitting-me look, which made you look down. “Something’s bothering you, Y/N. And you’re trying to pretend it doesn’t because you think your feelings aren’t valid, but they are.” He tilted his head, trying to meet your eyes that were still trained on the bedsheets below you.

“Where’d you learn that one?” You chuckled half-heartedly.

“Rehab part 2” he smiled, hand coming to your jaw to tilt your head up. “C’mon, talk to me. I wanna help.”

You huffed, moving towards the opposite side of the bed where your phone laid. You opened it, finding your Instagram, and showing him the comments. His eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through the comments. When he decided he’d had enough he put your phone down, grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his lap so you were essentially straddling him.

He leaned his forehead against your own, your noses touching. “That’s all bullshit, you know that, right?”

You looked down, biting your lip. “Y/N you’re the most amazing, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, okay? I’m in love with you, not anyone else.” Pete’s eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going on in your head.

“I know.” You sighed, “It’s just hard to be with you and not compare myself to her. And then all these people started to do it too, and they kept saying that you could do so much better and you can. So, I dunno I guess I just kind of spiraled.”

Pete captured your lips in a long, passionate kiss. “Y/N. There is literally no better than you. I can’t do better because you are the best woman I have ever loved. “

You pulled Pete in for another kiss. “Thank you, Pete. I love you.”

“I love you too. If this happens again, I want you to call me. I don’t care what I’m doing, I’d drop it all for you.” You smiled, sitting in the arms of the guy you loved. The thoughts didn’t just magically go away, but for a brief moment in time, you were happy.

[chameleontea]

Lemonade MCs

@lemonade-if​ 

I’ve really loved seeing everyone’s MCs for Lemonade, and it gave me the courage to talk about my own MCs for Lemonade as well! The only thing is that I get a bit too excited about making MCs, and I like to have different MCs to romance all of the different ROs, so I kind of ended up making 8 different characters…

So, I apologize for showing up with a small army of MCs. I’ll split their introductions into two parts with 4 characters each so that this doesn’t get too long. I also sort of already thought of ROs, best friends, and clubs that I think could fit them well, but those could end up changing in the future.

Without further ado, here are the girls and one of my nonbinary MCs. Next time I’ll introduce the boys and my other nonbinary MC.

(Picrew used: link)

Chiyo Fujihara [F She/Her]

Ethnicity: Japanese

Club: Cheer

Personality: Chiyo is a very outgoing and talkative person. She’s always been very in-tune with her emotions and allows them to show themselves whenever they want. So, while this means that she’s usually bubbly and happy, you’ll definitely know when she’s feeling negative emotions. It’s not uncommon for her to burst into tears without any warning or get angry and chew out a bully in defense of another student. The hardest part of her parents’ divorce was the fact that she had so many conflicting emotions about it, so it was sort of the first major time in her life when she really didn’t know what to feel or how to act. It’s just confusing and frustrating, so she tries not to think about it anymore than she has to.

Best Friend: Ren. I just feel like they could really get along!

RO: Aleksei. Listen… I think there would be a lot of chaos with these two, but it would be fun. Plus, Chiyo is the type of person to call people out, and Aleksei probably needs to be humbled sometimes.

Bonus facts: She definitely the type to wear gyaru fashion. Is always trying out new hairstyles. She’s 5’6. She has a phone addiction for sure. She is a terrible student lol. She does not try at all in school.

Junko Hirano [F She/Her]

Ethnicity: Half Japanese/Half Taiwanese

Club: Art

Personality: Junko is… often seen as strange to say the least. She’s generally cheerful, but she always seems to be in a sleepy, dream-like state. Her head is always in the clouds, and she could fall asleep within seconds no matter where she is. Junko has an interesting way of seeing the world and tends to just say whatever comes to her mind, so other students often label her as weird. It probably doesn’t help that her drawings tend to be about creepy things, which also tends to have people distance themselves. Despite her carefree demeanor, her parents’ fighting, and divorce did have a big impact on her. She’s always blamed herself for it, maybe if she wasn’t so weird then they could have been a happy family.

Best friend: Hikaru. He’s so nice and cheerful and I think that Junko could use more of that in her life.

RO: Shion. I just have the image of listless little Junko just attaching herself to Shion on day one and never letting go lol.

Bonus facts: Tends to wear really cute, frilly outfits outside of school. Always wear eccentric hair clips, she collects them. Junko is 4’11 (She may be a gremlin, don’t feed her after midnight). Also, her skin tone is tanner than shown in the Picrew, sadly it didn’t have the option that I wanted for her. An average student, doesn’t necessarily try that hard to get good grades.

Alice Campbell [F She/Her]

Ethnicity: White (Australian)

Club: Track

Personality: Alice has always been a very shy and quiet person. She has a lot of anxiety, and it can cause things like making friends to be really difficult for her. Seeing as she moved schools so frequently as a kid, she never really managed to make many friends. It made for a lonely time growing up, but she’s grown used to that feeling by now. One of the only times that she doesn’t feel self-conscious is when she’s participating in track. It just allows her stop overthinking and feel confident in herself for at least a short amount of time. When it comes to her parents’ divorce, she honestly can’t help but feel a little bit relieved by it. The constant tension and fighting just made her anxiety even worse, and she would always wish that she didn’t have to go home after school. Now that they’ve separated at least she doesn’t have to feel like that anymore, although she does feel a bit guilty for feeling that way.

Best friend: Yosuke. I feel like this is a bit of an unexpected friendship, but from what we’ve seen so far it seems like Yosuke reacts kindly to shy MCs, so I think it would be a sweet friendship.

RO: Leila. I think that Alice would be totally drawn towards Leila. She just seems so confident and chill and I think that Alice would be falling for her before she even realized what was happening.

Bonus facts: Usually likes to wear hairbows or headbands. Loves to read in her spare time. She’s 5’3, so another shorty. She’s fine with being called Arisu. School doesn’t come as naturally for her as some people, but she works really hard to get good grades still.

Setsuna Ogawa [NB They/Them]

Ethnicity: Japanese

Club: Volleyball

Personality: Setsuna’s persona is a bit complex. They’ve always taken it upon themself to be the perfect child for their parents, I guess they thought in a way that if they were perfect then they might be able to keep their family together. They’ve always tried to get prefect grades and to be the best at everything they tried. They crafted a personality where they are really charismatic and flirty, and its always succeeded in helping to make them popular among their peers. It obviously didn’t work in getting their parents to stay together though, and now they don’t really know what to do anymore. They don’t know how much of their personality is real and how much was constructed. But they don’t know how to be any other way, so for now they’re ready to charm the hell out of a whole new student body. Hopefully they can learn more about themself along the way as well, because trying to constantly be perfect at everything is starting to really exhaust them.

Best friend: Aleksei. I mean come on; it only makes sense.

RO: Ren. They would be a true power couple. I think that a romance between them would just be a lot of fun as well. Also, the idea of Setsuna, Ren, and Aleksei all hanging out together… they could cause some serious havoc at Mori High.

Bonus facts: Wears very sleek and stylish clothing outside of school. They are 6’0. They totally have a secret tattoo. Similar to Alice, getting good grades doesn’t come naturally to Setsuna, but they do work hard to get them.

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Thanks for reading! I didn’t go back to edit any of this so sorry if there are mistakes. I’m nervous to put this out there but hopefully people enjoy reading about the unnecessary amount of thought that I put into these characters. I’m just super excited for this IF as you can tell! c: 

[levisgirll]

oki it me again uWu back with another request because I really enjoyed the first one!!!💗💗 couldn't find the exact words to phrase this but what about aomine (from Kuroko no basuke) as your boyfriend in university. I look forward to what you will write!!

𝐀𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 ����𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

text: hello again!! thank you so much for reading my posts and the fact that you like them makes me happy c: 💗💗 I'm glad you enjoyed the other request so, I hope you enjoy this! (also, aomine is my second fav in knb ^^ he's just so attractive oml-)

synopsis: aomine daki, the great basketballer player at your university is your boyfriend! how is it like to have aomine as your boyfriend though? and how does he act with you? (get ready for this-)

Once Aomine is your boyfriend, get ready cause this guy will show off and flex a lot when it comes to you. Whenever you stay and watch his practices, he flexes a lot with his back muscle and he would turn around if YOU saw that. You are just sitting there, all blushed while covering your face, "Oh god, this idiot..."

Sometimes, the basketball club would invite student for 'Learning the basics of Basketball' and the first person he wants to invite is, of course, his girlfriend. While he is waiting for her, he would just sit in the bench and lots of people go to him for help, but he would ignore everyone and say he is tired and to leave him alone. But once he sees you, y/n, entering he is all energetic and comes running to you. "Aomine, let me change wait" , "But darling, I was waiting for like 10 minutes...you have to make up for that."

Once everyone leaves and its just you two, he gets all hyped up cause he loves it when you are alone with him. He gets extra clingy towards you and keeps on hugging you and you can feel his tensed muscular body. "Sweetheart, you looked amazing today."

Okay but this guy, would fuck up and beat any guy that even showed any sort of disrespect. He is not standing there with a glare or bumping into them if someone laughs, or says something mean to you. He will go up to that person and hold them up while saying "Okay, you started this. Come here."  You have to stop him before he gets physical towards them, "Aomine! Stop!! They just said to me to move". "Yea, 'Move you', what the fuck is that? Asshole, learn some manners! Do you know who you even spoke to!"

This guy is smart, so he knows all your university spots, so don't be surprised if you see him out of nowhere. "Hey its that guy! He is always following you!" Kagami would yell out, "Fuck, you have some stalker Y/N" Kagami would say while glaring at him, he was your university best friend. "That's my b-boyfriend."

Your man will also buy you a lot of snacks, and if you say you skipped breakfast. He is dragging you to the university café and will force you to eat after he buys you food.

Oh my god, your boyfriend loves to tease you A LOT. Like there wont be a day he wont tease you. If you somehow changed up your hairstyle, he will make a huge scene. "No WAY! Sweetheart, you look so good! Wow, that's my GIRL! You all heard that??!"

Aomine makes you laugh like crazy, and there also wont be a day he wont make you laugh. He just loves it whenever he hears your beautiful laugh and small giggles, he founds it so cute and you really warm his heart whenever he hears that.

He will never forgive himself if he ever made you upset or cry. Aomine will probably think about it the whole day and he will keep spamming you "I'm sorry" multiple times. If you don't reply back, he would come to your lecture hall and he is gonna make a scene. "Y/N I SAID IM SORRY!"

You definitely boost his ego, like crazy. Whenever he feels low before a match he would call you and he just wants to hear his girlfriends voice motivating him. "Aomine, don't worry you got this! Besides, didn't you tell me the only one who can beat you...is you?" "Fuck, you are right. Darling, I'm gonna win this and I'll come and hug u after this match. Wait for 20 minutes" And he actually does it.

This guy sticks with his words, so if you tell him meet up at 2 pm. He is there at 2pm waiting for you. If he says he will do literally anything for you, he fucking will.

Once he got, really upset and emotional and he said to you during a call at midnight. "Y/N, Dont leave me like how everyone does.". You then recalled about him telling you about this past and how his old teammates left him, so you would say "I wont, I'm your girlfriend aren't I?" And he is up on his bed all hyped hearing that, "Can I see you now!" "Aomine it's 2am and I have a quiz tomorrow bye, shutting my phone love you!" But this guy wont leave you and spam you in EVERY social media. "Nice try, but I know you have discord on your laptop. Wait, I see you online I'm calling you now."

One time, he came to your huge lecture hall and he sat right next to you, and he would just turn and look at you, focusing on what you are doing, and play around with your stuff and hair. "Aomine, I am trying to focus!" You say all blushed and can't even write anything on your notebook. "Of course, cause you are focusing on me right? Sweetheart, I know, I know I am great." Now you wanna smack him.

Whenever he sees you, he gives you that hot smirk of his and it gives you butterflies. "Ha! Wow literally everything I do, you love it don't you?" . Y/N then turns to him and gives a small chuckle, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Aomine." He then goes near you and lays his arm on your shoulder, bring you closer and he would whisper to your ear "Why not? your my girl so, I want to impress you."

You both love it whenever you guys hold hands around university, this guy is really tall so you always feel so relaxed and also great when your boyfriend squeezes your hand, and walks you to your lecture. "Okay now try to focus on your lecture and not your mind all about me alright?"

He actually loves it when you cheer for him and that really boost not only his ego but rather his self-confidence. "Y/N! I'm gonna win this match for you!" He would yell out during the match and everyone is looking at you.

He would go for academic help for you sometimes and you guys meet up in the library to study. You are the reason he passed some subjects, don't get me wrong, he is intelligent but super lazy.

His wallpaper is a selfie of you both and he looks at that before every match. He sometimes pecks his phone when he finds a picture of you.

Speaking about his phone, this guy has a folder with just you, all your pictures, screenshots of chats, even screen records of your voice notes and videos. He just loves you dearly, and he gets so fucking mad if someone touches or even goes near that gallery. He protects that with all his life, your pictures are important and he is not the type of guy to show his friends your pictures, in fact he hates that! "My folder, my girl, and no one gets to see that. Go away."

Whenever he is bored or isn't doing nothing, he would open his phone, and check every social media app to see your online status. "Oh OH, I see you online darling! Answer me, wanna go out and get ice cream? Please say yes."

He is actually such a great motivator and brings your mood up whenever you feel like giving up during university. He won't allow that, like never. "What so you will just give up? Stop? After all this time, you let this one test fuck you up? Don't you dare let that bring you down, you idiot." He actually even inspires you.

Before you go for the whole day cause you had to work on your report he would say "Smile for me one last time?"

When he sees you from afar, he would yell out and say "That's my girl! Don't move, I'm coming for you!" And this guy jumps at you with his embraces and sometimes picks you up. "L-Love put me down!!"

He actually loves teasing you like that in public, he wants everyone to know that are are HIS girl and his only.

He messages you during his practices and even would skip practice to see you.

Y/N: Oh you don't have practice today?

Aomine: Nope! And besides, I am the captain so doesn't matter. (He is not the captain- its akashi but lies)

He says that and then goes on how he knows everything about basketball and the team and he keeps doing that till you can compliment him ‘Please Y/N say anything’ he would think and you know that but tease him back not saying anything.

*meanwhile in his basketball groupchat* 

Kise: aomine, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!

Akashi: Probably ran off to see his girl.

Atsushi: Whatever, my chance to leave and eat outside.

Kuroko: Can I join you?

Atsushi: No.

You would treat his injuries and he would just sit there, looking at you with a smirk.

Aomine: "Oh yea, here even hurts darling!"

Y/N: "Love....you are lying aren't you?"

Aomine: "What! No!...Maybe?" 

You let out a sigh "Ah, you are an idiot...stop hurting yourself all the time." He would suddenly lift your chin up and say "You know...that I love you yea? You also better tell me everything and if you need help, just say it" He can be really soft and sweet sometimes, but he gets all cringy and shy about it and he gets up rubbing the back of his head. "I-I mean that's what a boyfriend does right?! Come on, get up I'm taking you out."

Okay, I hope you enjoy this and anyone who did! Aomine is such a dork but a sweetheart and I can see most of this happening :,) 

If anyone enjoyed reading this, please then leave a like or a reblog! It means a lot and have a great day <3

[hyuckssunchip]

Hiii I read your works and I really like them!❤

I have a request,

a dom!Haechan × sub!Reader where she is one of the SM ceos and hyuck is the idol and they have a semi public relationship and tease each other at work! also can it be motley smut and a little bit of fluff (Romantic Hyuck is adorable)

Punish Me

Pairings: Haechan x Reader

Words: 1.5K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), SMUT, some fluff ig

Synopsis:

request

so i got two very similar requests.... idk if it’s the same person but i combined them ig...

“Do it again.” You said sternly, enjoying the look of frustration on your boyfriend’s face.

So many times, he got the satisfaction of doing that to you, you were going to take whatever chance you could get to do it back.

“What do you mean do it again? I’ve never sung that line better.”

You slapped on a faux stern face. “You can do better. Again.”

He sent you a glare, but nevertheless readied himself.

Again, it was almost perfect. There was something about his voice that always seemed to send you somewhere else.

You weren’t just being a brat when you said again. You were doing your job. Sure, he was doing really well, and you could leave it how it was and it would still sound amazing, but you knew that he could get to another level if he really tried.

“Again.”

He groaned, moving to throw his headphones off.

“Just one more time Hyuck. You’re almost there, you just need a little more emotion and it’ll be more than perfect.”

He sighed, muttering to himself under his breath slightly, but he wouldn’t go against your advice, afterall you weren’t the in house head producer for no reason.

As the last breath left his body, he looked over towards you, eyes begging for your praise.

You sent him a satisfied smile. “Perfect.”

He grinned, setting the headphones on the stand and exiting the booth.

He leaned up behind your chair as you trimmed the clip, listening to it one more time as he did as well.

You frowned, tilting your head to the side. You clicked on an older clip, playing that through once before listening to the previous again.

“Hm.”

“Hm? What’s that mean?” He asked, his chest flush against you now.

You shook your head, listening between the two versions a few more times before you ultimately picked the first one.

“Isn’t that...?”

“Yeah, the first one was better. I forgot we recorded that one.”

He frowned, “So, what? Those last six takes didn’t even matter.”

“You don’t know that. You could’ve sang a really good one, but we wouldn’t have known if you didn’t.” Trying to shrug it off as nonchalantly as possible.

His eyes darkened slightly. “You were doing that on purpose weren’t you? Just to piss me off?”

You bit your lip to hold back the nervous laugh that was dying to escape. If there’s one thing you had learned, don’t mess with Haechan unless you want to deal with the consequences.

Haechan always took it one step farther, and then one more.

He moved towards you slowly, the way that a tiger stalks its prey and you couldn’t help but let a little whimper escape you.

You should’ve been terrified of what he was going to do to you, what he could do. Would you wake up in the middle of then night soaking wet with a empty bucket and his smiling face standing over you? Would you show up to work sporting a very new, very bright neon hairstyle? Would you find all your clothes turned out and spend the next few hours undoing his torture?

That’s what should’ve been going through your mind.

But it wasn’t.

Your legs began to unconsciously rub together, squirming to get the friction you needed as he leaned his lips so close to your neck, with every pronunciation of a word you could feel the softness brush against your skin.

“What should I do with you?”

Your legs nearly buckled.

Your breathing deepened, the proximity and anticipation making it harder to regain your sound mind.

He tugged on a loose strand of hair. “Hmmm? How should I punish you?”

You could only breathe out a shaky breath.

“Can you say it for me baby? Tell me how you want me to ruin you?” He mumbled, finally leaving soft kisses up your neck as his hands found the skin under the bottom of your t-shirt.

You pushed against him, soft puffs of air escaping.

“Baby, we use our words don’t we?”

“Yes.” You mumbled, reaching your hands to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into the tufts of hair.

He ground his hips against yours, just enough so that you could feel his growing member and as you tried to blend with him, he pulled away, leaving you aching and begging for more.

“So what am I going to do with you?” He asked sternly, nipping at the bottom of your ear.

“Punish me.” You mumbled incoherently, too enraptured by the hopes of what lied ahead for you to make any sense.

“Louder baby.”

“Please, punish me.”

He smirked, “Gladly.”

He slid his hands to the waist of your jeans, stripping them off you as he pushed you against the expensive equipment that you just prayed would be fine.

“Maybe I should put you in the studio and record your moans. Give someone something good to listen to.” He teased, taking his time with your underwear, noting the already wet stain that was growing.

You whined, shaking your head as your face burned red, with a little embarrassment and a little excitement.

“Oh, that’s cute. You think you have a choice?”

At the sound of his growling voice your hips thrusted forward to meet his, needing the pressure.

Haechan, not expecting this, groaned at the feeling of your core against his hardening cock, struggling against the fabric of his ripped jeans.

“Fuck.”

You looked down to find that his jeans already as a slight wet patch on the front, courtesy of yours truly.

Haechan lost control, quickly abandoning his idea, but keeping it in the back of his head for the future.

In no time he had his clothes gone and your panties somewhere in the studio as you were pressed against the panels, the sharp buttons harshly digging into your back, but you didn’t care.

His cock slipped around your entrance, slicking with juices and lubricating himself naturally. He didn’t wait very long to press into you, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him.

As he bottomed out, you moaned, tearing his eyes from the point where you were connected back to your eyes, and something inside him lit again.

He gave you a grin, gritting through tightened teeth, “Hope you can handle it."

Then without any further notice, he rammed into you, a gasp falling from your lips as he knocked the wind out of you. Your head fell back, unable to hold it up on your own.

As he continued for god knows how long, you felt your body quiver at the already building pressure in your belly.

“Should I really punish you? Leave you dry?” He asked, grunting with each thrust.

You whimpered, shaking your head deliriously. “Please.”

“Should I stop? Have you begging for release for the rest of the day? Hmmm? Should I do that?”

“No please! Haechan please let me cum!” Your eyes slammed shut, tears threatened to leak from frustration, his slowing thrusts the cause.

“Tell me why I should. Why should I give you what you want?” He spat, eyes furrowing and losing focused as he neared his own high.

You let out whiny, breathy moans as you tried to form words to convince him, but you were so gone already.

His eyes hooded as he watched your fucked out expression below him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, quickening the pace as he hit his high, his hand automatically reaching down to play with your clit, stimulating you just enough to make you hit your own climax.

The studio echoed with the soft pants of the two of you as you tried to calm down. The pants grew thinner and quieter as he reached over and patted down your matted hair with a smile.

"Was that okay?" He asked, mumbling against your forehead as he let his lips ghost over the skin.

You just nodded.

"Good."

You winced as you stood back up, shuffling around, looking for your clothes.

Haechan's hand immediately found the small of your back. "Shit, are you sure you're okay?" His brows had furrowed, eyes wearily watching you.

"I'm fine."

He grimaced, "Are you sure? I didn't know that you were against the panels, your back is all red."

You snorted, pulling your shirt over your head. "I've done worse to your back."

Haechan's face fell back into an easy grin as you chucked his shirt at him. "Wanna try again?"

You stared at him with your mouth slightly parted, "Dude, how big is your libido?"

He sighed, feigning a forlorn expression. "Not big enough."

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[thenightling]

Update on my opinion of Interview with the vampire episode 4: I’ve had an entire night to think it over and the more I think about this episode the more what they did with Claudia angers me. Having Lestat explain away all her emotions as the result of permeant teenage metabolism and teenage “histrionics” annoys me.  It doesn’t feel like it’s just Lestat’s opinion. It feels like it’s meant to be a fact conveyed by her actions. Not only does this Claudia feel less intelligent and more vapid than her literary counterpart (who was a coping mechanism for the death of Anne Rice’s real-life daughter, Michelle) but also we’re apparently not supposed to feel any sympathy toward her. Even her own journal entries make her feel self-absorbed, selfish, and indifferent. If the fourteen-year-old girl version of me, the version of me that was obsessed with these novels, saw this version of Claudia, I would be very, very insulted. I think the implication that her emotions are just the result of permanently unstable hormones bothers me because of the nineteenth century notion of hysteria being used to dismiss the emotional needs of women, like it’s invalid and should be ignored. Also this lore feels weird for another reason.  WHY are her emotions and metabolism still like this?  The vampires are supposed to be “fixed” in the physical state they were at the time they turned into vampires.  In Dracula they age if they don’t feed and can revert to about middle aged or prime when well fed.  In Anne Rice’s lore they stay exactly the age they were when they became a vampire, right down to the hairstyle.  That means nothing about the body changes.  Whatever her hormonal level was at the time of her transformation is what the hormones should be. Her body isn’t growing anymore so there’s no need for a ridiculous “child’s metabolism.” And part of Claudia’s tragedy in the book is that her mind did mature even though her body did not.  Implying that her mind cannot mature is right out of Twilight and ignores things like life experience and memory effecting how you think and feel.  And frankly I find it stupid and dismissive and thus ruins any significance for what the character goes through in the story.

[julie-thefatones]

THERES NO ONE LIKE YOU || BILLY HARGROVE X READER||

A/N : I just wanted to thank @i-thought-i-knew-what-love-was​ for helping me with the idea of this story for I was having a block lol!!! Also im sorry if i didnt catch all the typos or mistakes, i tried my best lol! anyway i hope you guys like it :)

WORD COUNT: 5290

WARNINGS: 16+ (Kissing, Rude Language)

It was Summer 1985, it was unbelievably hot in Hawkins, IN this time of year.. but this year was different, it was hotter than any summer before that I could remember, so that only meant one thing.......Everybody and I do mean everybody was at the public pool. It was the only public pool in town and no on really thought or maybe they just didn't bother to get a pool of their own.

As I made my way to the pool just like every other day this summer, I felt different. I wasn't sure if it was because I did my hair different than usual, Instead of my usual half up half down action, I decided to do it to the side and crimped, it made me feel like I was in Teen Beat under the 'Your New Summer Doo' Section.... Or maybe it was my new swim suit that was all the rage this year with the coolest Neon Yellow and Hot Pink color block, sure it made me feel somewhat like a glass of strawberry lemonade but if i'm gonna be a glass of strawberry lemonade i'm gonna be the hottest glass of strawberry lemonade there is.

Well whatever, Im not going to let this strange feeling ruin my day at the pool, no way, nothing is going to ruin this day unless its an overly packed swimming pool with no room to breath...... as I walked through the gates of the public pool, I looked around, took a deep breath, and sighed "Ruined" I whispered to my self while closing my eyes. I walked over to my usual pool chair dodging kids left and right as i made my way, blocking out the parents yelling across the way for 'TOMMY STOP PUSHING YOUR BROTHER UNDERWATER!' I mean you think Tommy would know by now that when he tries to drown his younger brother, he's going to get yelled at. Taking deep breaths the whole way to my chair trying not to let anyone get to me, I laid my towel down and took my seat. I laid there for maybe 10 minutes before i heard Mrs. Fowl yelling once more "TOMMY STO-" but this time she was cut off *WHISTLE NOISE* "TOMMY! STOP DROWNING YOUR TWARP OF A BROTHER BEFORE I DROWN YOU! YOU KNOW THE RULES! YOU LITTLE DOUCHE" I heard a male voice call across the pool, I tilted my sunglasses down to see what was going down, first I saw Mrs. Fowl rolling her eyes at what the mysterious male just yelled, I scanned over to discover who this mysterious male was... He made his way down the side of the pool greeting a group of middle aged women who gawked at him. He was slowly getting closer to the Life Guard tower and thats when I realized who it was that was calling orders and greeting people across the pool...... It was Billy Hargrove, the new, but well known bad boy of Hawkins High School. Girls went Ga Ga over him, he was hot sure but I never really understood why these girls threw themselves at him, he was just a guy, I mean not to mention he was a major douche, didn't show respect to anyone he talked too, also I couldn't stand how loud his freaking car is!! like dude, not necessary, especially not necessary when its 3:00 in the morning!! did i mention he lived down the street from me. I was deep in thought, not realizing i was still staring at Billy, but now he was sitting at the top of the Life Guard tower, I didn't realize i was staring until he stared back at me and winked "Oh my gosh" I whispered to my self in embarrassment, I rolled over pushing my sunglasses back up feeling completely mortified, Maybe he would forget about it... I mean he has girls staring at him all the time.

I laid there for about 2 hours, forgetting about my slight interaction with Billy across the pool. I didn't feel bothered the last 2 hours until i felt a large presence blocking my sun, with out opening my eyes for not wanting to get out of my zen "Hey! Sasquatch, who ever you are, your mama wasn't a glass maker, so if you would kindly move out of my sun I would deeply appreciate it, thanks" I heard a cocky chuckle above me, as much i didn't want to, I opened my eyes, and there he was right above me... Billy "Ya know, its not polite to call people Sasquatch... and for your information my mom could be a glass maker... so you making assumptions .. well thats just plain rude" He said, licking his lips before continuing "But, i'm a very forgiving person so i guess ill let it pass" He said with a big cocky smile, I couldn't help but feel flustered, even though he was being so overly confident and cocky... he just had this charm about him ... but i wouldn't let him know that, I rolled my eyes in response and kept a straight expression laying still "Oh, Hey Billy.... I didn't know you worked here" I said with as little emotion as I could express "Now, I don't think that is true Y/N, I saw you checking me out earlier" He said with the same cocky but teasing tone, I scoffed "Oh please Hargrove, you wish i was checking you out" I felt him shift behind me before he answered "Ya know, usually when someone is just staring at another .. it means your checking them out" After hearing his words I tilted my sunglasses down to look at him "You flatter yourself sir" I said with a teasing smile, he scoffed and looked off and then back to me "hmmm alright Y/L/N, well my mistake" I rolled my eyes once more and pushed my glasses back up "Alright, you've blocked my sun for long enough, now move along Sasquatch" I said, back to no emotion, He chuckled "Yes Ma'am, I would hate to deprive you of your sun" He winked before walking away. I couldn't help but stare after him as he walked away..... I quickly looked away, realizing what i was doing ... What was I doing... I don't like Billy.

The next day rolled around, and I was feeling slightly more excited then usual to get ready to go to the pool. I know what you're thinking... NOO it had nothing to do with Billy... I just was excited to cool off in the water...... and lay in the sun again.... and maaaybe it had something to do with Billy, but its nothing big... I just like to give him a hard time, that is all... that. is. all.

I walked into the pool area, same as yesterday, but today I wore my red swimsuit that had little frills on the straps with a red Scrunchy to match. I laid my towel down, again like yesterday and just like clockwork I heard the same male voice as yesterday "TOMMY! DO WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH THIS EVERYDAY! NOW STOP DROWNING YOUR BROTHER SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHERS TERRIBLY SHRILL VOICE YELL AT YOU TO STOP! IT IS LITERALLY THE WORST PART OF MY SHIFT!" I looked behind me to see Billy finish walking to his place at the Life Guard tower, I couldn't help but chuckle at Mrs. Fowl's face, mouth wide open in offense to what Billy said.

The afternoon flew by and Billy paid absolutely no mind to me, he just say on his tower and every now and then yelled at Tommy.... But other than that.. nothing. I Hate to say i was slightly disappointed, yesterdays banter was not only fun but the most entertainment i have had this summer, all my friends were away for the summer leaving me alone ... hence the coming to the pool by my self everyday. The past week went by the exact same way, I would show up to the pool looking the cutest i can look interchanging the 3 swimsuits i own, and the 3 different hairstyles i knew how to do. But nothing, he would yell at Tommy, sit and do nothing... except when he would flirt with bimbo mcBarbie or wanna be Farrah Fawcett, it made me have a pit in my stomach... not that i was jealous... absolutely not, I was just bored.

The next day, I showed up, the same way as I had been for the past week.. except today i had no expectations except to mock the plastic Phoebe Cates wanna be that would flirt with Billy endlessly today. Today I wore my red swimsuit once again, with the same matching scrunchy... I sat and prepared to be disappointed again. I sat for about 20 mins, and just like a week before.... someone was blocking my sun, I couldn't help but grow a small smile on my face, I tilted my sunglasses and looked right at mr. Billy Hargrove with his cocky smile in front of me "You're blocking my sun Sasquatch" I said with a teasing tone "Oh my apologies ma'am" he said right before walking away. Really that was it .... no banter nothing.... I sighed aloud before sinking into my chair, what was gonna do .... and as I heard Mrs. Fowl and Billy yell at Tommy, thats when it came to me.

I approached the edge of the swimming pool, took a deep breath, was i really gonna do this... just to get Billy's attention? I rolled my eyes at myself, before stepping into the pool. I carefully walked closer and closer to the middle of the pool, looking around at all the kids around me, they looked like they were having so much fun. I started to rethink my plan, I didn't want to scare any of these kids just to get a stupid guys attention... a guy i don't even like! 'this is so stupid' i thought to my self before starting my way out of the pool, but thats when i heard the most annoying high pitched laugh coming from the Life Guard tower, and thats when I saw the Bimbo Phoebe Cates wanna be standing beneath Billy at the tower, and with out thinking I went for it. I started flailing and putting my own head under water to mimic drowning "HELP! HELP!" I screamed each time i came up for breath "HELP! I NEED HELP" I continued to scream, Thats when Billy just casually climbed down from his tower like nothing was going on and walked at a normal pace over to the edge of the pool before getting in. Billy swam effortlessly to me, and before i even knew it he swooped me up into his arms bridal style, carrying me out like i weighed nothing.... as we were exiting the pool, I had to admit, the way the water dripped off his hair and down his chest, Billy Hargrove was insanely hot.... I couldn't help but just stare at him, his face was not only hot, but it was .... Beautiful .. i mean his complexion was flawless... his eyes were such a beautiful shade of blue, and his smile was brilliantly white.. and thats when i realized he was smiling at me, I slightly shook my head in order to leave the trance i was in "Wow Y/L/N, that was quite the scene you made there.... you alright?" Billy asked in his teasingly cocky tone he always had, with his big smile, I rolled my eyes "Gosh Hargrove, please excuse me for making a scene by almost dying .... how rude of me!" I scoffed, he licked his lips with a chuckle "Oh almost dying? My bad ma lady, you did in fact almost die" he glanced at the pool and then back at me "In the 4ft end of the pool" he said with a huge smile looking straight into my eyes, with embarrassment i glanced at the pool and back at him "I was not in the 4ft end! i was at least AT LEAST!!! in the 8ft end!" I exclaimed in defense to myself, I hated lying, not only did it make me feel terrible but i was bad at it!! I noticed Billy was still holding me, and I only noticed because Bimbo Barbie and Wanna be Plastic Phoebe Cates was staring at me with murder in their eyes. Billys grip tightened around my thighs and arm as he effortlessly held me "Y/N, I had to train in this pool for 5 hours everyday for week before the pool opened to get this job..... I think i know where the 4ft end is" He said to me with confidence, I was at a loss for words, I had no comeback except for "Well, they must have painted to numbers wrong on the pool" Great one Y/N, stellar... they totally painted the numbers wrong on the pool, especially since you stood just fine where you 'Drowned' .. it was totally the 8ft end ... I wanted to face palm so badly but i didn't wanna give myself away that easy, my thought was interrupted by Billys laughter "Ya know! I bet they did paint them wrong.... My bad Y/N" He said in a sarcastic tone, I rolled my eyes in response "Well Billy, Thank you for helping me ... now if you would please let me down" I said, even though I didn't mind him holding me.... it sure was fun pissing The bimbo twins off. He smiled and nodded his head and gently let me down "It was a pleasure saving you Y/N" and as he started to walk away he turned back to me "Ya know, i teach swim lessons... I could teach you a couple things" He said with a wink "Yeah! maybe! Don't want to drown again" I said while wringing out my hair "Good! wouldn't want your fellow swim team to know that you forgot how to swim over the summer" He said winking before walking away "Yeah!!! that would be embarrassing!!!" I called after him, once he was not looking my face hit the palm

of

my

hand so hard it's like they were magnets.

Before leaving, with all my pride gone anyway, I walked up to Billy "Hey!" I exclaimed up in order for him to hear me up there on the tower, He looked down at me and smiled "Oh Hey Y/N!" He responded "Billy, did you mean it?" he squinted his eyes like he couldn't understand me, I sighed "Did you mean it!!" I exclaimed a little louder, but he still squinted with confusion "Ya know! why don't you just climb up here and tell me" He exclaimed to me, I sighed and looked around "Why don't you come down here!!" I yelled back, and again he squinted, I rolled my eyes and started up the ladder "Was this really necessary Hargrove, I see you talking to the barbie twins all the time with out having them climb up here" I said exasperated, he just smiled propping him self up on his chair "Yes, but you see... Im not actually listening to them.. its the same thing every time" he says before he start " 'Oh Billy, you look so strong, please take me out for a ride sometime' 'Oh Billy, I bet you could bench me with ease' " He said in his best girl impression and then went back to his normal voice "and yadda yadda yadda, but you! if you're talking to me... it must be something worth hearing! so how can i help ya Y/N?" I couldn't help but chuckle "well, i was just wondering if you meant it, when you said you would give me swimming lessons?" I said, looking down at my hands that were clasping the edge of Billys seat to keep my balance, I could feel his eyes on me, but i refused to look at him until i heard his answer "Well, That depends.... are you asking?" He asked, with pure joy in his voice out of amusement, I mustered up my confidence to look at him "Maybe!" I said, he was smiling the largest, cockiest smile, placing his whistle in between his teeth, not breaking his eye contact with me and then *WHISTLE NOISE* "TOMMY! IM GONNA COUNT TO 3 AND IF YOU ARE STILL BEING A LITTLE DICK IM GONNA COME DOWN THERE AND TIE YOU TO A TREE ..... BET YOU WOULDN'T LIKE THAT KID!" He yelled, still not breaking contact , I again couldn't help but chuckle, he opened his mouth so slightly so that the whistle would just fall out with ease, his mouth still open he grew a sheepish smile "Yeah Y/N, It would be an honor to teach you to swim" I smiled "Good!! thanks" I said as I started to climb down the ladder "Hows 10pm tonight?" He said, and I popped back up to level with him to make sure i heard him right "Huh?" he chuckled "I said how about 10pm tonight?" I just sat there for a minute, no knowing what to say.... I would have to sneak out in order to do that but before i could stop myself i said "Yeah sure!! that works for me" He smiled even bigger "Great!! Ill see ya then Y/L/N" I started down the Ladder again "Great!!!" I exclaimed.

I ran home and did the usual, eat dinner with the family, go to my room and read whatever book i'm reading until my parents go to bed, in which i usually go to bed or sneak down to watch some TV to myself, but not tonight.... tonight i was sneaking out.... I've never snuck out before ... let alone sneak out to be with a boy.... and not only that .. the town bad boy ..... ugh! what am I doing.

As soon as I heard my parents bedroom door shut I finished prepping my hair and slipped on some shorts over my swimsuit. I ran down the stairs and snuck out the door, making sure to close the door very slowly in order to not make a sound, clicking it shut ever so slightly, as soon as it shut i sighed in relief and turned running into someone behind me causing me to scream "WHAAAA!" I screamed "Geesh Y/N!! Ya want the whole neighborhood let alone your parents to know your sneaking out" I heard Billy whisper to me as he clasped his hand over my mouth, I let out a huge breath happy it was just him and not some criminal, I licked his hand to get it off my face, he laughed before removing his hand "Excuse me Hargrove, you almost gave me a heart attack" he chuckled "You know this is your second brush with death today, I don't know if me being around you is good for your health" I smiled to myself, Oh no... You definitely are not Hargrove. I looked at him and then realized "Hey!! why are you here, i thought i was meeting you at the pool?" we continued to walk down to his car "You really think i was going to let you walk to the pool, by your self, at 10:00 at night" he said as he held the passenger door to his car open, I rolled my eyes "Im not getting in there" I said crossing my arms, he scrunched his eyebrows confused "and why not?" he asked "Because i hate your car" I said without thinking, he laughed, now leaning on his open car door, looking at me with an amused smile "Oh really? You hate my car!!! you have never been in my car, my car is offended" He said teasingly, I rolled my eyes once more "Why do you hate my car?" He asked, I sighed a big sigh "Because!! it's entirely too loud, which usually wouldn't bother me, but when its waking me up at 3:00 in the morning and i am having a really good dream... yeah that would make me hate a car." He just looks at me with disbelief before bursting into laughter "Well, we're gonna change that" he said winking at me and opening the door wider "Now please get in the car" he said gesturing to the car "No! i'm not getting in the car." I stood my ground, I was not getting in that- My thought was interrupted by strong arms scooping me off the ground and before i knew it I was in Billys arms "Billy!! what are -" he set me in the passenger seat of his car and closed the door before i could finish my sentence. Billy effortlessly swung into the driver seat and within seconds we were zooming down the street, in usual Billy fashion... I had to admit, it was exhilarating going this fast with the music blasting this loud I couldn't help but belt the lyrics along "THERES NO ONE LIKE YOUUUUUU! I CANT WAIT FOR THE NIGHTS WITH YOUU! I IMAGINE THE THE THINGS WE DOOO" I belted, Billy smiled at me in awe, I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks and Billy started belting the song, hitting his steering wheel to the music, nudging me with his elbow to join back in, so I did. We belted songs all the way to the swimming pool, it wasn't a super long drive... but it was probably the most fun I have ever had in a 5 minute drive. As we pulled up to the pool Billy turned off the car and within seconds he was at my door helping me out. "Soooo are you even allowed to be here this late?" I asked looking around for security cameras, Billy chuckled "ummm thats up for debate, but for tonight.. yes" I nodded along "Alright.... why tonight but not other nights? did you bribe the security camera guy" Billy looked at me as he unlocked the gate to the pool "Not exactly" He said with one of his famous Billy winks, I have received more winks from billy in the last 12 hours then i have received in the past year its self.... but I didn't mind. He finally got the lock undone and we walked in, out of habit i started walking toward my usual chair "Ha, where you going Y/L/N?" I stopped in my tracks and realized what i was doing, I started back to Billy, but being flustered I tripped over my feet causing me to fall right into Billys arms, I couldn't tell if he moved to come catch me or I was just falling in

his

direction and caught me... either way, I liked the feeling of his arms around me "You know, you're a real dork" He said with a chuckle, and in a moment we just stared into each others eyes, until me being me had to sneeze, I faced away and sneezed into my arm, Billy helped me gain my balance before letting go of me "ehem.... well i'm gonna get the pool cover off and then we will start the lesson" I watch as Billy hastily got the cover off, I felt bad letting him do it alone, so I started helping him, he looked up at me and laughed "What are you doing Y/L/N" He said with a chuckle, I smiled at him "What!!! I wasn't gonna let you do it by yourself!!" He just smiled at me and then shrugged as we continued to get the cover off. We were now standing in the middle of the pool "Okay, Y/L/N, let start with basics.... Floating" He said looking at me as if to say 'Come closer' "Y/N You're gonna have to get closer to me" he said smiling grabbing my hand a pulling me closer to him, I looked up and our face's weren't even an inch away with how close we were, I could feel his breath on my cheek "you're gonna want to get on your back" He said in almost a whisper, not moving from how close he was to my face, I blinked a slightly turned to look into his eyes "Excuse me?" he chuckled "To float.... you're going to want to get on your back to float" He said smiling, all of a sudden his face was gone away from mine and i felt one hand on my legs and the other on my lower back as lifted up my Legs and balanced me out ... I was now on my back floating in a pool with Billy Hargrove "Alright, Im gonna let go" he said, he actually sounded kind of nervous, which i have never heard from Billy, as i felt his hands start to move away from me I couldn't help stop my self "No" I whispered, not wanting his hands to leave from me, he smiled and moved closer "If i don't let go, you wont learn" He said, i felt his fingers lightly graze my lower back "Well, I also wont learn if you leave me on my own too soon... ill sink" I said trying have a teasing tone but it was slightly ruined by my heavy breathing, i couldn't help i was filled with all kinds of emotions right now. Billy leaned down closer to my face "Thats true, good job" He said with just as heavy breathing as me. We focused on my floating for about 15 minutes before we went on to other things, we swam all together for about an hour or so until it started to get pretty cold, I could help but shiver "You need to stop Y/L/N?" Billy asked making his way back over to me "Im just a little cold, i'm okay though" I said through chattered teeth, he chuckled and ducked lower in the water and came over to me the rest of the way "C'mon, get down here" He said pushing my shoulder so that I would be in the water as deep as him, he moved closer where his arms were now around mine, and once again our faces weren't even an inch apart "better?" he whispered, all I could do was nod my head, I really was getting warmer.... "You smell good" I said, Did i really just say that...... 'you smell good' ? really??? ugh! ... Billy laughed "Thank you, I take pride in that." he said, moving a little bit closer "As you should, smelling good is something you should take pride in" man i am one with the words, i'm surprised he is even still here, with my stellar flirting..... A week ago I didn't even like looking in Billys direction, and now..... Now i wanted nothing more then to feel him closer not only physically but personally... He was a lot different than i thought he would be. I felt him start to lean in closer to my face, I didn't know why but i back away, which made me really mad at myself.... why did I do that "Im sorry I-" as he apologized I moved back to where I was and closer, inviting him to continue what he was gonna do, he smiled and then moved in, before i knew it his lips were on mine with out thinking I started moving my lips with his, our motion so fluid, he was good at this, his hands were now on my back moving me closer, and there we were ... me and Billy Hargrove.. making out in the middle of Hawkins Public

Pool at

11:45 at night. We both pulled away by the sight of lights passing down the street, cautious of getting caught, we both looked back at each other and laughed "You're good at that" I said catching my breath, once again feeling the blood rush to my cheeks "You're very honest ya know that" he said, rubbing my back now "Ya wanna know something though.... You're good at it too" He said looking down and quickly licking his lips and then looking back up at me "How do you do that?" I asked, he scrunched his brows confused "How do i do what?" I sighed "Get me from hating you to ... to... this! in less than a week" I exclaimed in a slight whisper "Its my super power" he chuckled "Now, c'mon... I better get you home" and before I could blink his hands were off my back and he was effortlessly hopping out of the pool. totally disregarding the stairs, he held his hand out to help me out the same way "I think, Im gonna use the stairs... ya know because ... thats why they are there" I said teasingly, he rolled his eyes "But where is the fun in that" he scoffed as he walked over to the stairs to meet me, and as soon as I reached the top he had me slung over his shoulder "Aaahh!!! Billy, I know that events today may prove other wise, but I do know how to walk on my own" I said in protest "Sure! but what if i let you down and all of a sudden a eagle comes down and swoops you away and i wont be able to stop him" I rolled my eyes at his comment "The likely hood of that happening, is about as good as me winning the lottery 3 times in 2 days" I said still hanging upside down on his shoulder "Well, maybe i just like holding you" and then ladies and gentleman .... butterflies happened... oh boy.

We had a good 5 minute ride back to my house, where he held my hand, in which I tried to protest just to mess with him but inevitably gave in... I like it. When we pulled up, just like before Billy quickly got out of the car and had my door open in second, helping me out and walking me to my door with our fingers interlocked, I started for my door until i felt a tug of Billy pulling me back to him, I knew he was strong, but just one tug i was flying back to him, he had to catch me, in which our faces were once again within millimeters from each other "We gotta stop meeting like this" He said teasingly with his famous smile "I gotta tell you something" I slipped out "I know how to swim and I wasn't really drowning, I pretended to get your attention" I said entirely too fast, he chuckled "I know" I paused at what he said "You know?" I asked confused "Ya know Y/N, You are a terrible liar..... First off no one drowns in the 4ft end of a pool unless your 3, and second we may not have talked too often in school... but that doesn't mean I didn't notice you, You're the captain of the swim team, which is why i brought it up earlier today, so of course you know how to swim... I offered the swim lessons as joke.. and then you came and asked and..... I couldn't be happier you did" He said still holding me, I smiled and did a little excited hop "You noticed me?" I said a little too eager, he chuckled and looked away and then looked back "Theres no one like you Y/L/N" he said right before taking my chin lightly with his fingers and bringing me in for gentle but passionate kiss goodnight.

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New Start

For Maribat March day 15 theme new start

Master List

Marinette was lucky, she could admit that. Not because of the pocket-sized goddess of creation and luck she carried in her purse, but because of where she is. Sure, living with a magical emotional terrorist isn’t ideal, but it’s better than what her fate would have been had she never been found. 

Growing up on the streets of Gotham had been rough to put it lightly. Very lightly. In her time she had seen many good souls come and go, some to their deaths, some to better lives. She was grateful she was the latter, not many she knew had the opportunity she had to have a new start.

In other circumstances, Tom and Sabine would be horrible parents. After all 90 percent of the time they left her to her own devices. However in this case, it’s fine. For one, she was once a street kid, she knows how to take care of herself. And she is also Scarlet Luck, protector of Paris, wielder of the Ladybug miraculous, and newly appointed guardian of the miraculous. So them turning a blind eye to her sudden disappearances did wonders for her. 

All she needed in this life was a roof over her head and some decent food. Having her adoptive parents be bakers was a plus too. 

The only downside to this life was school. Not because she hated learning or the places school provided. No, she loved sitting in the silence of the library and doing her schoolwork or reading a book. And she especially loved the art room, where she found her love of designing and sewing. 

The problem was the people, the staff that mattered to her and her future, were all pushovers and she wasn’t allowed to transfer into Ms. Mendeleiev’s class. Ms. Bustier was the type to let the kids figure it out on their own, rather than step in when she was most needed. And Principal Damocles shouldn’t even be a principal with how much he caves in when it comes to the Mayor’s daughter or Rossi. 

She was thankful, however, that within her first month the students at Francoise Dupont learned not to mess with her. Or speak to her. Or be near her in general. And she was perfectly okay with that. She quite liked her spot in the back with Nathaniel, one of the only people she considered a friend. 

They had a silent agreement, which was to be silent and leave the other alone. Nathaniel would draw while Marinette would sketch and the 2 had each other's backs. Like when Marinette would whisper Nathaniel the answers during English and he would do the same with history. 

He along with Marc, Ondine, Aurore, Mireillie, and Kagami were the only ones she considered friends. Which means they were the only ones that knew why she was so on edge with the Wayne family being in Paris. Not only did none of them know how to control their emotions, but she was sure that Jason Todd-Wayne was bound to be akumatized. Why? Because every kid that was ever on the streets of Gotham knew his story. 

He was street smart, a dork, but most importantly aggressive. On the streets he picked fights with any who tried to cross him, and when he was adopted he fought the rich kids that went to Gotham Academy. That was another thing everyone knew, he hit it big when he got adopted by the billionaire that was Bruce Wayne. While she wasn’t on the street when he was she knew he was trouble. The whole Wayne family was, whether they knew it or not. 

She already had to deal with Chat every battle, she did not want to have to deal with one of the Waynes becoming an akuma. Not only would it cause an international affair considering how important they are to America, but it could get the attention of American reporters and then the Justice League might want to get involved. She didn't want to deal with the Justice League. 

Kagami was the only one brave enough to point out how she might be afraid that people from her hometown were coming to Paris. But she was wrong and Marinette made sure she never brought it up again. Through whatever means necessary.

Now one reason that Kagami was her best friend was because they agreed on something. Never hesitate. If you have an opportunity, take it. Something important that every street kid knows. 

Well here she was, standing in front of her classroom, hesitating. She could hear her classmates talking away, whichever Waynes were here trying to gain control of the situation. She guessed her teacher was either doing something out of the classroom or not bothering to get the class in check. 

With one final wish that today wouldn't be as shitty as she hoped she opened the door. According to Nathaniel she threw it open. 

And she was right, at the front of the classroom were 3 Wayne's trying to get her class to quiet down. Buster was nowhere in sight. 

Since Nino and Adrien were closest to the door they noticed her first, stopping their conversation and trying to 'subtly' stare at her. The others quickly following their lead. All eyes, including the Waynes, were staring at her. Wonderful.

Literally all she had to do was roll her eyes and everyone averted their eyes. It was always like something out of a movie. She made her way up the stairs up to Nathaniel and her seats. Grabbing a couple of macarons out of her bag she handed them over to him before setting her notebook and pencil on her desk. 

It looked like Lila was about to say something, but a glare had her swallowing her words back down her throat. Staring straight ahead she raised her eyebrow at the Waynes that were still staring, wondering if they were going to try and continue what they were originally trying to discuss. 

After a moment the oldest among them started talking again, the other two joined in, however she could tell when they would all cast her glances. She simply acted blissfully unaware, writing notes down for her and Nathaniel while he drew. She had no idea what his grades would be like if it weren't for her. 

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This whole week had been full of surprises for Bruce. First the League finds out that there has been a magical terrorist in Paris for 3 years that they didn't know about, and these past 3 years children have been fighting him. 

So his family being detectives, they were sent to try and get information on the ‘akuma class’. He wanted it to just be him, Dick, Tim, and maybe Cass, but of course Dick wanted the whole family to come. Try to make a family vacation out of it despite the fact that there was a magical emotional terrorist that they were trying to track down and they needed to keep their emotions in check. He means no offense but that is something neither Jason nor Damian can do. 

But somehow Dick was able to get the whole family to come because only Dick can do that. And now he had Tim and Dick with him to try to talk to the akuma class about a presentation on starting a business a ploy to try and subtly get information out of them. 

They had already done background checks on them all and their families just to be safe and were thoroughly impressed by what they saw. Many of them were gifted in sports, arts, and academics, so perhaps they were just unlucky. 

The only one that concerned him was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Only Alfred was aware that the girl was from Gotham, she was specifically a street kid. Adopted 6 years ago by Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain the girl seemed quite bright. She had excellent grades and was in the art club. However he feared what his children might do with this information. And if another reason was because she had black hair, blue eyes, and a guaranteed tragic backstory being from Gotham that set his adoption instincts on fire NO ONE HAD TO KNOW! 

So here he was with Dick and Tim, trying to get this ‘akuma class’ to quiet down so they could start the presentation. The teacher has stepped out of the room to check something with the principal and ‘give them the floor’. She probably wanted to get a reason to escape this class, he might try to get an investigation done on this school and their faculty. 

From what he observed, Marinette seemed to be absent while most of the class had seemed to be paying attention to this one girl with brown hair in a sausage hairstyle, Lila Rossi, a pathological liar, although the class didn’t seem to know that. All except a redheaded boy in the back, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, a pink haired girl on the second row, Alixandra Kubdel, and a boy with a green shirt and glasses on the third row, Maxton Kante. There was also a blond boy, Adrien Agreste, who seemed to be listening to what the girl was saying with a fake smile he knew all too well. Poor boy. 

His sons weren’t having much more luck trying to gain the attention of the class. The redhead looked to be drawing, the green shirt and glasses boy was working on what appeared to be a robot, while the pink haired girl was on her phone. Every once in a while it seemed like she sent them a sympathetic glance, the other two boys too involved in what they were doing to give them any sympathy. 

Just as he was sure his kids were about to reach their breaking points in walked the one person he hoped not to see. She slammed the door open and suddenly the whole class quieted down immediately. Now his sons were looking at her as well. She couldn’t have been more than 5’3 and she was only 16, yet she managed to silence this whole class just by appearing. 

The class also seemed to be staring at her before she rolled her eyes and they all averted their gazes. It was one of the most movie-like things he had ever witnessed. 

She walked up the steps to the back, with each step she seemed to command attention before digging into her bag and handing Nathaniel who had once been doodling a bag of macarons. He seemed to appreciate them as he gave her a small smile before proceeding to munch on one. 

Lila who had once had the attention of the class seemed to be fuming now that the attention was off of her. It seemed like she was about to say something but stopped when she caught sight of the glare Marinette was giving her. 

Marinette then proceeded to turn her attention to him and his sons, raising an eyebrow as if to ask if they were going to start. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his sons exchange a look he knew all too well, before starting the presentation. And if he or his sons casted looks over to Marinette one too many times, no one noticed. 

Bonus - 

“WE FOUND A NEW WAYNE!” Dick shouted, far too happy with his discovery. 

“Tt, what are you on about Grayson?” Damian scoffed, curiosity and jealousy bubbling in his mind at the thought of a new Wayne. 

“There’s a girl in the akuma class, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She had black hair and blue eyes, both things needed to be adopted by Bruce.” Tim stated. 

“Does she have a tragic backstory?” Jason jokingly asked. 

“Do not look up anything on Ms. Dupain-Cheng. She has a family and I will not be adopting her. Am I clear?” Bruce demanded, waiting for everyone to agree before going to take a shower. 

“Babs?” Cass questioned, knowing the girl had to have found something. 

“Looking,” Babs replied, “Oh.” She stopped typing and just stared at the screen. 

“What’d you find?” Steph asked the question they were all wondering from Babs’ unusual reaction. 

“Guys,” Babs started, turning the screen to face them, “She’s from Gotham.” 

And from there all hell broke loose.

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Inspired by this post I saw a while back: 

Marinette being a street kid from Gotham but had no previous connection to any of the Waynes was intriguing so I did it. I’m probably going to do a backstory chapter later on, just unsure which day I’ll do it on. 

Of course yesterday I was early so today I was late. The universe needs its balance. So sorry for the late post guys, I blame the universe. 

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