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rafedaddy01 · 6 months

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Pt1

Notes: here is the long awaited pt2, I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been active but I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write this until now. Ps. I didn’t double check for spelling errors so if you see any just 🤫

Last night was strange. I try to push the embarrassing thoughts from invading my mind as i stir in bed, the sun coming up and painting the room.

Our exchange was awkward if anything more. he just eyed me up and down and smirked as i burst out of the room and shut the door. i slid down onto the floor and just sat there for a minute trying to process what i just saw.

Ive never been with a boy let alone seen one naked. Especially one that looks like THAT!

oof, i knew rafe cameron would be good looking but i expected him to look like all the rich, silver-spoon, snobs ive met. But no. he was god like. His hair was slicked back and his eyes roamed my body from the mirror dangerously, i could see the blue in them from where i was standing and they were mesmerizing. His facial features are sculpted to perfection and his abs. Oh. My. God.

and then there was his -dick- gross i dont like that word, but there it was. just staring at me. ive never seen one, besides in porn. Im not a prude i know what sex is and yes i indulge in my own sexual pleasure, but ive never actually seen one in person beofre, but if they all look like that then sign me up!

I groan as my alarm rings at 6am sharp. I always get up early because i like the morning peace. back home i would climb the roof of our manor and watch as the sun rose. it was my own private meditation and helped ease some of the stress my parents enforced on me as a 18 year old.

I walk to the bathroom rubbing my eyes and yawning, i dont expect anyone to be up at this time and i want to relax in the shower.

"Oh my god! dont you ever lock the door?" i say as i take a step back and shut the door. I could hear his deep laugh from the other side as he walked up an dopened the door. "dont worry, pretty girl, im all dressed this time" i could feel his smirk even though my hands were still covering my eyes.

i let them fall and hes right hes very much clothed. shame, wait what am i thinking! I take him in, hes wearing a bright orange shirt that as small white stripes on it and cargo shorts, his hair is slicked back with gel like last night, oh god last night. my eyes shift down to his crotch. is he.. hard?' "see something you like pretty girl?" he cocks an eyebrow at me as he leans on the door frame. "i sure do" he says smugly

oh shoots, i forgot im still wearing my sleepwear, its a black lacy bralette and matching panties, i dont like sleeping with clothes on it gets too hot. im instantly aware of how exposed i am and rush for a hoodie from my luggage, it wont cover much but it drops to just above my thighs and its better than nothing "sorry" i murmur, "dont be, its only fair i see you naked now" he says as he walks into my room and exits through my bedroom door.

"see you at breakfast? shame i missed dinner last night, i was looking forward to meeting you miss Morales" he stops in the doorway and says this before leaving

i cant help but blush. is rafe flirting with me?

i shake it off and go back to my morning routine, i take a shower and wash myself with the same cedarwood and ginger shampoo i did last night and put on some baggy jeans and hoodie as i make my way to breakfast.

"good morning Avery" ward says as they all sit in the same seats from last night, except rafe is here and his seat is right next to mine. fuck.

"you havent met rafe yet, our eldest" ward syas as i take a seat next to him "oh weve met dad" rafe answers as he smiles at me

"good, youll be showing her around school next week, ive already arranged it and youll have all the same classes. I want her to feel welcomed in this town rafe, her father is an important man and were proud to be helping the Morales's" ward explains.

shit i completly forgot about school. high school. senior year. New people, rich pricks and bitchy girls. I am so not ready.

"we still on for today?' i ask sarah as we eat our pancakes. "yes!' she says excitedly

"whats today" rafe asks

sarah rolls her eyes and i can sense the tension between the two, they do not like each other thats for sure

"im showing avery around the island and introducing her to some friends." sarah says

rafe scoffs "you call those dirty pouges friends" he says crossing his arms over his chest "i dont know why you hangout with them sarah" he snaps at her "because their good people rafe, something you dont know how to be" she slightly yells "kids!' ward warns. they both grumble as rafe pushes his seat back and storms off, breakfast barely touched. wheezie sits there like nothing just happened and sips her juice. shit this family is a little crazy, theres definatly more to their story.

After breakfast me and sarah head into town on some bikes, its not a long ride and we reach a restaurant type of building. "kie" sarah says as she walks up to a tan skinned girl with curly hair whose smile lights up the whole room "this isavery, shes staying with us for a while" there it is again, a while, i sure hope not. "nice to meet you" i say extending my hand, kie pushing it away and brings me in to a tight bear hug, i do not like being touched but i let it slide its oddly comforting. "im kie or kiara" she explains.

we spend some time chatting and kie explains that this restaurant is her parents and she helps run it. we get to know each other a little more and then sarah decides to introduce me to the rest of her gang.

we pull up to a cheatue house in kies car and exit. "hey, wasss up kook queen" a boys voice beams as he brings sarah in to a tight hug. hes cute, in a boy next door kind of way, his features are pretty and its not my type but his charming personality is interesting, ingiging almsot. "Im JJ" he bows to me and takes a hand kissing the top of it "Avery" i giggle at his antics and he winks. "this is John B and Pope" sarah says as we walk up furtuer to the house and there are two boys sitting drinking beers. "sup" they say as i walk up.

"so what brings you to a shithole like this" John B asks, he has his arm around sarah, they are clearly cozy. "Im orginially from California, a small town Nevada City, my dad opened one of the banks there and its gradually increased and become nationwide so we moved here for business purposes but im staying with the camerons until my parents settle some business back in cali" i explain

"so your a kook? shame" jj speaks my eyebrows scrunch as i look at sarah "whats a kook?" i ask. they all laugh as if im some stupid little girl, "a kook is those who live on the fancy side of town, hangout at the country club and spend daddys money, like rafe" he looks over to sarah "no offense, princess" "none taken" she laughs as she drinks her beer. "and pouges" pope speaks up, finally, "are us. the low lifes, who have to work two jobs to have a stable life and survive" he says. the group goes quiet and its odd. they have names for the groups in the town, it all seems like its straight out a movie and theres a rivalry between the two, its obvious. the way jj described the kooks with such hatred.

"but stick with us baby girl and well teach you the right way" jj says slinging an arm around me and dangling a beer in front of me

for the third time, i do not like being touched, but theres a calming in his presence, its not like rafe who excites and frightens me at the same time.

"count me in!" i beam as i take the beer from him and crack it open. tilting my head back and gulping down the liquid "thats it! woo!" jj shouts as he stands up and does the tarzan pose and hits his chest "P4L" they all chant as jj down his beer.

the rest of the day was spent with the pouges as they call themselves and me and and sarah go back home towards the evening

"did you two have fun" rafe asks as we pass him outside. hes leaning on the door frame with a smug smirk on his face "dont start rafe" she says as she walks past him "i told dad about your little adventure today, hes not happy" rafe says smiling as he eyes me down "really rafe, your such a dick" sarah pouts as she runs inside. he eyes me one more time before walking past me and inside

i dont know what it is about rafe but he intriging, its like something is pulling me in towards him. the way he stares at me makes my knees weak and my hurt beat faster. i realize the shampoo i use is his as his smells wafts off him when he walks by "oh by the way Avery, i like when you use my shampoo. it smells good on you" he stops in the doorway behind me and takes a deep inhale of my black locks

what am i gonna do with him, hes very straight forward and my body craves him in a way that ive never experienced, its dangerous and exhilarating all in one.

i head back to my room and pass by the study, i hear ward an sarah arguing. "this i important sarah! you cant ruin this for us. this is business and taking her on the cut can put her in serious danger. stop hanging out with those dirty pogues and get your head out of the gutter!" ward shouts "whatever dad, theyll always be mor of a family then you, and maybe she fits in with us!" sarah shouts back then theres a slam of the front door and sarahs gone

i take a deep breath as i head back up the stairs and into my room. what does he mean i could get hurt? what is nobody telling me? where are my parents and what the fuck is going on?

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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To be fair,

1. NRC isnt just prestigious but its Selective, you cant even enter unless its doors are open already if you havent been picked by the mirror

2. There are often more heroes than villains in stories and assuming RSA is Just as selective, it might be taking the majority of students with the capacity of magic to enter. Kinda like Oxford and Cambridge only more people go to RSA i suppose.

3. Perhaps having such a small student body is how they can support them all with their facilities? There's less students to focus on and take care of and we already know how stingy crowley is.

4. the number might've been even smaller if we consider that Ramshackle used to be used as a dorm

5. As you said, it probably is split unevenly as a lot of people likely dropped out from the pressure or transferred somewhere else.

All the possibilities that so very very likely chalk up to devs not thinking this through or the ghosts talking abt their own days dndhfg

[Referencing this post!]

I Ramble

It’s definitely interesting world lore to explore 🤔 well, at least it is to me--

There’s a lot to dissect and discuss in this ask, so I’ll break down my response in a similar manner. Hopefully that helps keeps everything in order and makes it easy to understand!

1. Yes, NRC is not only prestigious, but also highly selective! For the sake of argument, I’m not going to take magical campus safeguards into consideration. I think of those as less “NRC picks and chooses who can walk on their campus” and more as typical campus security measures, except made magical in the world of Twisted Wonderland.

I’m guessing that makes NRC like the well-known universities and private high schools of the real world. What confuses me about NRC is that the scale of it seems really... off from their real-world counterparts? Even highly selective schools like Harvard (just to use a really obvious example) accept thousands of students (~30,400) and have the staff to support that number (Harvard has three main campuses whereas NRC just has one, but even then, NRC has way fewer students).

It’s true that only one in ten humans (~10%) are capable of using magic, so this probably makes the pool of potential applicants much smaller than anticipated--however, this counts ONLY for humans. We have no idea what percentage of other races (ie fairies, beastmen, merfolk, etc.) are capable of using magic; it could be less, or it could be more. We just don’t have that information yet. Then we must consider that, of those who can use magic, most of them can only do very simple things like lifting a glass with magic, rather than the complex spells that are taught at NRC. This would be like how Harvard receives several applications from top students at every school; the issue is that of those top students, only a select few have what it takes (ie the “magical potential”) to attend.

If we assume that Twisted Wonderland’s population is similar to that of the real world, interpret only a fraction of those that are capable of using magic as the “top” students applying, and use Harvard as a comparison for NRC, that’s... still weird? Like, if we assume that NRC only has about 800 students, that means that NRC has a student population that is ONLY ~2.6% that of Harvard’s.

Considering that Harvard’s acceptance rate is only 4-5% of all applicants (yet they still have ~30,400 students enrolled), does this mean that NRC’s acceptance rate is on par with or even lower than that of Harvard? 🤣 Or is it that the campus doesn’t have the capacity to host more students than 800ish?? Surprisingly, it’s both (please refer to point 3 later in this post for me to address the “capacity to host more students” part.

To play devil’s advocate here (yes, I am arguing with myself), it’s not fair to compare NRC to a real-life university. A university will naturally be much bigger and have way more resources and funds than an institution like NRC (which is more like a high school/secondary school to prepare people for university/college).

Let’s instead compare NRC’s numbers with real-life private high school’s numbers. According to Google, “the vast majority of private schools are elementary schools; only one in thirteen private schools enrolls students in grades 9-12. Private schools tend to be very small. Half enroll fewer than 150 students. Less than 3 percent enroll more than 750 students.” Using these values, we can see that NRC is actually a rare case in terms of private schools; it’s unusual to see enrollment of 750+ students 🤔 and it would make NRC considered a large private educational institution.

The acceptance rate for the most selective private (non-college, non-university) school in my country is 5% (which isn’t that far off from Harvard’s). Now, remember that only one in every ten humans are capable of using basic magic. If we assume that only 5% of that 10% have potential to be great mages, then that means the accepted NRC student population is actually 0.5% of humans that can use magic. That’s super low (but please remember that these values are rough estimates and don’t account for other circumstances like different races, since we don’t know the ratio of magicians to non-magicians for races other than human) 🤡 SO NRC REALLY IS MORE SELECTIVE THAN ANY PRIVATE SCHOOL IN THE REAL WORLD???????

2. Going off my last point, I disagree with there “often” being more heroes than villains. This may be true of the real-world Disney movies at a surface level, but there are definitely several exceptions if you count main villains’ hench people, minor villains, and even morally ambiguous characters that work against the heroes’ interests. Scar had a lot of hyenas under him, the Queen of Hearts had all her card soldiers, Maleficent had her little... gremlin things (whatever those were), Dr. Facilier’s friends on the other side, Jafar and various thieves and palace guards that dislike Aladdin, etc. You can even count Gaston and Belle’s entire village as “villains” since they decided to storm the beast’s lair and kill him. You could technically count most of the adults and the students in High School Musical as the “bad guys” since they were against the idea of people from different cliques dating; it all depends on how one defines a “villain”.

Something else to consider is that, even at NRC, there’s exceptions. Rook, Kalim, and Silver definitely don’t (initially) come across as “villainous”, and there are characters like Ruggie that represent multiple villains (ie The Lion King’s 3 main hyenas) as one character. The former would not limit the numbers at either NRC or RSA, and the latter would cut down on the number of bodies at NRC entirely.

I think it’s more likely that RSA is very similar to NRC in terms of student population and rigorous selection, especially since we are told in the game that they are rivals. Rivals should be equally “on par” with each other. If RSA just accepted the majority of students with the capacity to use magic, why has RSA defeated NRC for 99 consecutive years? Why wouldn’t RSA be considered less prestigious if it’s supposedly so easy to get in so long as you can use magic?

3. I think it’s good when there’s a small student to staff ratio, since that allows more time, energy, and resources to be dedicated to help each individual student succeed. I still find it weird that for a school with only 800ish enrolled students, they have such a large campus???? NRC has a main building that’s several stories tall with multiple classrooms (plus a library, an infirmary, a kitchen, and a cafeteria), a farm, a ranch, a big sports stadium, a mirror chamber, a main street, a greenhouse, a big sports field, woods, a courtyard, etc. That’s a LOT, and it’s the sort of set-up I expect of a university and not a private high school. But, speaking with knowledge shared to me by a British friend, it’s not unusual for old private British boarding schools to have campuses similar to NRC’s? So it must be a culture shock thing on my part.

4. I’ll be real with you, sometimes I completely forget that Ramshackle used to be a dorm-- ASDJIASDILUASIDBAS I guess in a way, that could mean that NRC used to be able to host more students? Or would that actually mean the numbers are just a little different???? (Because if we consider that there were 8 dorms but maintain the 800 students, that means only 100ish students evenly distributed among the dorms, and only 25 in each year for each dorm???)

5. Yeah, it definitely sounds like Heartslabyul is packed compared to everywhere else (since no one wants to experience Riddle’s wrath). Personally, I also speculate that Diasomnia is one of the least crowded dorms, given that that’s the dorm with “all-rounders” in magic, which I would imagine is pretty rare, even among these “top” students capable of using magic that are accepted into NRC to begin with.

More Math sorry, Deuce

THIS IS SOMETHING I NOTICED JUST NOW AFTER THINKING ABOUT IT A LITTLE MORE, BUT.

Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that class sizes are closer to the low 30s rather than 29ish (29 is based on a value calculated from my last post about this). The way class seats are assigned in Japan is by alphabetical order according to LAST NAME. This appears to carry over to NRC, where the students with names at the beginning of the alphabet have smaller number seats, whereas people like Sebek Zigvolt have seat numbers in the 20s and 30s. Sebek in particular is seat number 33 in his class.

Then let’s consider the classrooms at NRC; just from the main boys’ profiles, we can glean that there are at least sections A through E for each year level. If we assume that there are only A, B, C, D, and E sections for each year, at roughly 30 students each, that actually means each year at NRC has at least 150 students, not 114 students (again, this is a value I calculated in my original post).

But... even then, the math doesn’t make sense??????? Because if there’s 150 students per year, even if we include the fourth years, that only makes for about 600 students?????????? And if we don’t include the fourth years, that would only be 450 students?? Which is even less than the number that the Ramshackle Ghosts give, and actually makes 800 students look big in comparison??? Maybe some classes just have more students so that it all collectively adds up to at least 800…

Then thinking back to Azul’s actions in episode 3, we’d need to take away 200ish students (assuming each year is roughly the same size) to account for the fourth years off campus 🤔 Which leaves 600 left, 200 for each year (first, second, and third)… and that’s closer to 38% of the student population just based on who’s actually ON campus. WHAT THE HEcK iE, THAT’S ALmOST 2/5 😭 No wonder why Crowley was losing his mind in episode 3…

Anyway…

IJDBLibsfabsi;dB DBaiybvsPBI NRC HAVING ONLY 800 STUDENTS ENROLLED IS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY BRAIN 😭😭😭 but really (after doing a lot more research into this matter), I think it’s less of an issue with NRC actually having so few students and more with the fact that their campus is so big in spite of having such a small number of kids there. It’s not something I’m used to seeing in my own culture, so of course I’d be confused when I see it in a game that I’m heavily invested in 💦 asdhbaidlbas I feel like I learned a lot from looking into this topic!

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merscylilith · 2 years

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Shooting Star | Sparks.

Rindou Haitani x f!reader x Sanzu Haruchiyo

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Summary : Do you believe on wishing star ? Like, when you saw a shooting star then, all you could think of were a happiness with someone you loved. But does that person did love you back ?

Rindou always a first person you would find if there something wrong with everything, on your way.

You, that's what Rindou could think of when he in class or everywhere. Being a bestfriend since elementary school share a lot thing between you two. His brother, Ran Haitani really adore yout friendship with him. He even treated you like his little sister. Not to mention, they both the infamous Roppongi deliquent, even so you still have a good jokes with each other.

" Rinnie, you should be more focus when you did something ! Look ! What did you do ?! You ruined my cakes ", your irritated face makes Rindou want to ruined everything you did. cute.

How to explains this ? You both share the same brain cells, copying each other homeworks, escape the class, put a prank on Ran together , you both basically , one.

As the age grew up, nothing changed. Rindou and you even makes a listed plans that you both want to do in high school. Rindou surely love do every your commands. He doest know why but your words magically pour a spell on him.

He smiled when you pouty in pain as your period cramps attacking so hard.

"Silence , class. We have a new student, Sanzu Haruchiyo. Please welcomed him warmthly ", the guy with black masked only bow his head.

All the classmates whispering, positively or negatively as their eyes shooting Sanzu with weird looks. Worst start for his day.

But, your eyes looks sparkling. His appearance got your attention. His beautiful pink hair.

Even Rindou notices your weird behaviour. Nah, y/n just being friendly. uneasy feeling swiftly away.

Friendly.

And things changed.

You became more closer to Sanzu. It's not like Rindou doesnt knew who Sanzu was, he just like him, a deliquent.

Whenever Rindou asked for hanging out, you always bringing Sanzu all along, at first, he doesnt mind but thing keep happened again and again.

He felt left out. You looks more active and in clouds nine, when Sanzu around, when there only you two, Rindou you still the same as before, treated him nicely.

Sanzu and him became closer too because of you. Not only that, they both now were in the same gang. It weirdly makes you happy.

It has been 3 months since you called him for everything. It's not like he didnt try to reach you out, calling you, sent you a text messaging, but all he got was short and emoji as response. Y/n, dont make me worried.

He sat on the couch, stare on the television blankly, nothing entertain. Rindou does saw your posts on the social media, you spent all days with Sanzu.

While he still in his thought of heartaches, the ringing of his phone caught him off. Your name appeared on his screen. Smiled appear on his face.

"Rinnie, let's hanging out at our favourite spot ", your voice lighthen him up.

In the light speed, he dress up a little more than usual, he likes you since then but Sanzu seems the distraction for his love.

Exactly on the time that have been promised, Rindou dropped his smile when he saw Sanzu was there too. Ah, as usual.

Not that he hates Sanzu, but he doesnt like how Sanzu got your attention more than him.

But what makes him more broken, your hand intertwining with Sanzu's left hand. How, what happened.

Your smile got more brighter as you saw his presence.

" Rin, i have got good news. Me and Sanzu are in relationship, well im early than you ", you brought your intertwin hand with Sanzu to the air, shows Rindou that is the real thing .

"Im happy for you , jerk ", all he can do was faking smile.

You will never see him more than bestfriend, aren't you ?

The hanging out just full with your excitement. Sanzu looks at you in euphoria. Rindou's eyes just back in forth to you and Sanzu.

He felt like a third wheeling. Cant take it anymore, he standing up , the chair sound moving caught you and Sanzu's attention, " im have something to do , see you both at school ", with that he brought his heavy feeling in disappoitment, you just bit a goodbye and contibue your conversation with Sanzu.

He likes your smile but unfortunately, your wide smile would never be more than smile as bestfriend.

Ran swirling his glass of milk as he saw Rindou reading the books. Book. A theory of Physic. Rindou never interested in reading but something must disturbed him.

"Rin, y'okay ? ", as his big brother, Ran got a instinct on what happened to his lovely brother, there are no answer from Rindou.

He walks up to Rindou, and lean his arms around Rindou's shoulder, " i noticed y/n barely come here lately, something happened between you two ? ", he sighed and close his books, " nothing. I just want make a some revision. My last high school year examination will coming sooner ", Ran hummed on his answer, he knew Rindou good with study but reading books instead of study group with you, something that rarely happened. Usually, when there an examination , you and Rindou will prepared everything together, well it was a big different for this time.

In class, most of the time, you only talking with Sanzu, insperable. It was not like you ignoring Rindou, but he looks more serious when it comes to exam. So, you dont want to bother him.

But , that was the opposite in Rindou's mind. You totally forgotten about your bestfriend.

He always became the last person to make a confession to you, your pretty and friendly character never failed make people comfortable around your presence.

Last year of high senior school examination was finally comes to the end. Yes, you were dragging Rindou's ass to make a study group together. Luckly, there were no flirting between you and Sanzu, everyone focus on their last year. It hard to see when you chose to sat next to Sanzu. Oh, he is your boyfriend, of course.

Chirstmas's month finally comes. You decides to join christmas parade with Sanzu and Rindou. You want Ran joining too but he busy with the bussiness. So, that's was only you three. Christmas parade was the only thing excited you, before the parade start, there are fireworks echoing the whole town. Your eyes so sparkling, just the way it was whenever you saw fireworks since you were kid. He loves it. Then, you suddenly turn to face him, handing him a keychain of voodoo doll. It's not the creepy one but sure enough makes him happy,

" Rinnie, we both have the same keychain, we came in pair, remember when we were kid, you said you want a voodoo doll as your christmas gift after your senior year, you're weirdo ", you laughed as he took the keychain from your hand.

Sanzu only smile warmthly at the scenes. He is understood the friendship between his girlfriend and Rindou, wont control her when she want do everything for her bestfriend.

What a nice boyfriend you have, y/n. If i were, im sure flipped everything around for being to nice other men.

That's was not the case. As the christmas parade start, once again he felt left behind, walked behind you both. You and Sanzu were giggling all the way, what was so funny ? All Rindou can do was stare at your back, hearing your laugh, he also can see Sanzu's side profile. Tch, sure he is handsome but cant defeat mine.

Christmas parade was so boring for him, this year. He supposed to confess to you during the last senior year. Everything was already planned perfectly a long time ago but what can he do, you looks so happy with his co-worker.

He jealous how Sanzu manages to take care of you, he is a vice-commander but still have a time with you, never make you felt worried.

Haih.

Rindou chose to walk away from there. You didnt even notice his absence.

He cried. Rindou takes a night walk before come home, cried with his whole heart. Was there something you hate about him ? He doesnt like you treated him this way. He missed how you always hugged him when he cried. Rindou never forgot, how you whispered everything will be ok whenever he lost in fight. But now, you said the same thing to the other person. His legs feels wobbling, luckly there are no people in the area.

Waiting for longer than 15 minutes before back to home, wipe all his tears away, so that Ran wont notice his red eyes. He doesnt like Ran questioning anything that make him want to burst into tears.

Day by day, month by month and year by year, time flies so fast.

The beautiful red decoration card was sitting peacefully on his desk. Your wedding invitation.

It has been 11 years since the christmas parade sorrow night of him happened.

He just woke up with heavy headaches. He is not drunk. Just a slight cried. After he got news from Sanzu about his wedding with you, he immediately got out from the situation. Cant deal with his emotions.

Sanzu is really a good man. Everytime they face-to-face or make a discussion or even on mission, the conversation would lead Sanzu to talk about you, he can see how Sanzu really love and his adoration towards you were endless, soulmate indeed.

11 years was not a short time for you and Sanzu built a strong love and home, sure there were fight , a couple fight for more accuration but Sanzu always have soft spot for his lovely y/n, nothing stronger than his love for you.

Being a loyal maddog to Bonten, he also being a loyal man to you. So, there are no reason for Rindou hating on him being together with you. Rindou only can see and heard everything about you from him. Those years, all Sanzu's talk is you.

Now, he have to get his ass up. Feel like a shit.

He bites his lips harshly, the frustration built up as he remember that he never got a chance to make a confession.

Want to swing everything, swift all his stuff on the desk, punch the wall, break his window glass and every shit.

But at the end, all he can do was a manic laugh.

Your wedding supposed to start 5 minutes ago but you still waiting for Rindou's arrival. Nervously praying for his appearance anytime sooner but to your disappoitment, he never did.

Sanzu's sister caress your shoulder and telling you, everything should have to start now.

You nodded at her weakly. Cant do this beautiful day without your lifetime bestfriend. As you walked on the aisle, you can see Ran's wide smile at you and clapping his hands. But there are no Rindou, he always sticking with his brother but not on this wedding.

Bonten is the famous criminal organization, but the wedding were full with hope and love that for you both. Cant believe , their loyal mad dog got married, it is not like he is a bad person but all he could think of was way before he met you, was Mikey.

Then, you tilted your head straight to the front, a pretty little your husband-to-be with his beauty diamond scars, and infamous mullrt pink hair, from a far you can see his tears forms. Ah, you did the same too.

Cant believe 11 years of being his girlfriend, finally comes to the sparks.

" You're so beautiful, my lovely wifey," Sanzu kiss your forehead gently.

You were crying for two reasons; happiness and sadness.

Happy for your marriage and sad because your bestfriend wasnt there to witness your pre-beggining of family.

Rindou close his eyes, tears still flowing from the corner of eyes. How long it has been ? He couldnt care less. The sun start to setting down, and he heard his door knocked and his brother voice, " can you stepped outside ? ", what's the point of him hiding his tears from his own brother, he opened the door and Ran's shoved a small pendrive, " what's this? ", Ran shrugged his shoulder and tell him, to connect it on the computer.

Doesnt want to waste any more time, he clicked the only file that have been saved in the pendrive. The file named with Rindous'.

A video.

He clicked it again then, there you were, with Sanzu.

You sat on the couch prettily with your wedding dress , Sanzu looks so gentle caressing your hand. You must records it after the wedding.

The wedding dress reminds him the dress that you loves so much when you're in teen. The tuxedo on Sanzu makes him more extra handsome.

He heard you cleared throat,

" Hi, Rinnie. How long it has been ? I miss you so much. I was expecting you to come but nevermind, maybe something urgent happened to you. I just wanna says , thank you for being there for me, whenever i stumble and got a cut on my knees then, you came to piggyback me, when i got into fight with other girls for being jealous that i close with you and Ran, ah.. i got Haitani's girl nick name. Hahahahahahahhahahahhahaha, that's was nice, Rin. You helped me when cheating on exam because i didnt make revision at all, oh , did you remember that we once promised to have a pretty kid in the future, Rin- im married today. You are the first person i wanted to hug, and nagging about how i keep messing up with my steps on the aisle, just like how i usually nagging about my shitty days back in the day. Actually, i do realised that you gone during the christmas parade, Rin , it was not like i didnt care about you , i do, i really do, but for the first time, i want my boyfriend become my first priority. I knew you like me for a long time but Rindou, i like you in other way, i like you as my brother. Everything with you was memoriable, Rin. I did this video just for you. For my one and only bestfriend, i love you, Rin. I will always look forward to yours ",

with that you ended your video, Sanzu also have a chance to say thank you for being a great and supportive towards his wife all this time. He can see you sniffle at the last of video end. Was it hurt you too? Or because her bestfriend didnt come to her wedding ? Rindou also can hear Sanzu convinved and sweetly says " issa ok babe"

He burst into tears, he doesnt care if his brother saw him in his worst lowest moment, he loved you too much, still cant accept that you are belong to someone else, everyday, he craved to hear your nagging, complaints, pouty face, want to be the first person prepared your pads in case emergency, makes you a hot chocolate, God, he want to be everything for you.

Ran feels empathy when he saw his brother broke down, he hugged him and patted his back, " it is ok, rin, she is not ours anymore. We should be happy for her, y'know ",

Ran smiled and reassured his brother to take rest and off days.

13 years old of y/n and Rindou,

" Rinnie, looks at that. That waa an asteroid, called as shooting star, there are a mitos about the granted wish, quickly make a wish ", you slapped Rindou's back happily, and Rindou did whatever you says ,

" i want y/n to be happy, even by that means i have to be sad for her "

Oh, how you should carefully choose your words when make a wish. The wish can be granted in exchange for someone else.

;)

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Blog 7

"The Tree Of Life Tour" together with Green Cross blogs for Sweden Rock Magazine.

Breakfast at the hotel started a very eventful day. Teacher Ivo came and picked us up this morning / forenoon at 10.00. A very hot day like any other day, but it felt a little extra hot this day. But it worked fine despite a few beads of sweat on my forehead😅. The temperature is between 35-42 degrees C so far. This day we went out to their state university “ Institute Federal pernambuco/ Campus Afogados da Ingazeira ” which was surprisingly impressive. A very fresh school with many fine laboratories from 3d printers, chemistry, electronics, high-level computer courses, food handling, psychology support, etc. The school has 40% solar energy, which is very good. The students make new discoveries that can be used in the world outside the school. The whole feeling was very lovely and inspiring.

Me and Bengt did both information plus some bass playing for the students in the afternoon and a little more lyre in the evening. The appreciation and curiosity was very great, I must say. Between these performances, we also planted some trees symbolically both at the university but also out in the countryside. Yes, they had most certainly never had this combination of Rocker and Social Entrepreneur.

After the last performance, as the crowning glory, we received an invitation to next year's city festival next year, which we accepted on our feet.

Along the way, opportunities arise and problem solutions, changes and new parts of our program are added. Ivo has been added on part of the trip and other collaboration partners have dropped out due to various reasons. This is precisely what makes it an adventure. You live life to the fullest where security is your own inner compass and good travel companions with a focus on what will be best for our mission.

I'm certainly not better than anyone else for doing stuff like this, but it fits my person like a glove. With passion, the days are filled so meaningfully at the same time with the music that is my greatest interest, which comes with hanging on my back in a gig bag. The instrument also functions as a megaphone, as I mentioned before, where the spell-binding forces of culture create attention and illumination of our mission.

Bengt, who has been on this adventure for more than 30 years, has all the experience needed to make a difference. Hats off to him and his associates in Brazil 🇧🇷 🎩

The next day!

Now we are at the bus station (lunchtime) the next day waiting for a bus that will take us to Recife, about a 6-hour journey, then it will be a change to a flight of almost 4 hours that will take us to Manaus. This city is located in the middle of the Rainforests northwest from Recife inland and up the country. We will arrive in the middle of the night around 01:30. So it will be an evening flight.

Brazil is so big and the trips take a long time. But it is also a relaxation as I see it. There is good air-conditioning in the bus and although it is now no more than 1:47 p.m., I feel a little sleepy. Bengt and Ivo fiddle a bit with the phone while the other has his eyelids closed, which I will also do now 🥱

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NCT as High School Teachers

Y’ALL IT’S FINALLY HERE

So I saw a thibg on instagam that said nct as teachers so lets go

We’re going by age so I know I get all of them but I also don’t know all of them too well. I’m literally so upset I cant do xiaojun because I love him but I also don't know him well enough I’m sorry honey. also some of these I really pulled out of nowhere so they might be way the frick off

Taeil

I think he’s like one of those teachers who loves his job and wants his students to love his class but like he teaches selectively at the end of the day and they just want to go home

Teaches like language arts or some sort of literature

Is so happy to teach everyday

Johnny

Everyone's best friend

Knows every bit of gossip going on in school

Nobody knows what his job is

Meanders around campus all day

Knows your name somehow

Taeyong

Teaches something to help improve life skills like speech or something. Teaches Home Ec.

Loves his students and wants to be involved in their lives

Pretends like he’s not listening to all the student’s gossip so he hears it all

Gets bombarded in the teacher’s lounge on what’s happening (needs to be cajoled)

Surprised by all the scandalous things his students get themselves into

Yuta

We all knew this was coming

The hot substitute teacher

Works like once a semester

When he comes to work the whole school is rocked and he knows it

Walks around the classroom all day like sir why are you strutting

Sits with his feet up on the desk

Kun

Probably wants to be a really good and strict teacher

But the kids know they can walk all over him

Senior teacher

So when the seniors are informal with him so are the rest of the students

Doyoung

Scary

Extremely silent classroom you could hear a pin drop on the carpet

But like then he’s seen around the other teachers and he's so smiley

Either lectures and notes or busy work

Will not. Under any circumstances. Allow friends to sit next to each other.

Ten

“Do whatever you want, I don’t care”

Art teacher

So he can do whatever he wants, pass kids, and gets paid to use the school’s art supplies

Scolds kids who insult other kids’ artwork

Randomly subs for PE one day and makes the students learn dance

Jaehyun

Honestly idk probably an elective

His class is pretty average just like any other

But wow sir hello

Everyone is in love with him

Is besties with Taeyong and like wow what a pair Probably has a movie day like at least once a month

Winwin

Mysterious

Likes select students who will then learn that he likes stuff like ballet and singing

Students only learn about him through Yuta

People take his class cuz they know Yuta will visit him even when he doesn’t work

Well and ya know because its Sicheng

Is a pretty chill teacher

Jungwoo

FRESHMEN TEACHER

Girls literally coo at him instead of doing their work

Wonders why he has to fail students when he doesn’t teach anything

Speaks in tiny and loses control of his class sometimes

Shares a room with another teacher like idk Jaehyun.. Idk why but he does

(I have just been informed that he does in fact share a room with Jaeyun so there you have it)

Lucas

Teaches like P.E.

It’s something he can do and be loud about

Loves shouting orders but he never sounds angry like a normal coach lol

Actually scratch that he can sound angry sometimes

PRETENDS to be angry and yells then laughs like lol you should see your faces

ALWAYS plays with the students he never stays on the sidelines

Allows you to wear normals clothes not just the ugly gym uniform

Mark

Yes he teaches english

But half the class is just him laughing

Lots of the other teachers visit him

Like Yuta and Haechan

You can hear him from down the hall

I feel like he’s that teacher that has mistakes in his notes or tests or something, like small little spelling errors idk I can just see it

Firmly believes that you learn best by immersion and therefore you watch TV in class ALL THE TIME

Hendery

Drama teacher drama teacher drama teacher

All around good vibes

Finds things funnier than other students do

Truly anything goes in his class

Has never written up a student

Does stuff. Like you’re not the only one up there embarrassing yourself he does it first so y’all aren’t shy

No shyness allowed he will shell you like a pistachio

Renjun

Strict

It’s not even that he wants his students to do well or any dumb excuses like that he’s just strict

He gets teased all the time by the other teachers and his students cower at them

They honestly think it’s his twin brothers talking with the other teachers who is this man

Teaches a language class

So its like you either speak in that language or you don’t speak at all

Really cuts the stupid out of his class

And his class is really difficult for no reason everyone is like “But sir this is 101”

Jeno

Good wholesome teacher everyone can like

I can see him in like home ec

Kids come and talk to him all the time

His tests are so easy you are guaranteed to pass his class with flying colors as long as you know how to spell your name

Haechan

Study hall

Wants to have no responsibility Leaves the classroom all of the time, like he’s never in the classroom

Visits Mark so much

And Johnny so many visits to Mark and Johnny

Jaemin

He probably dabbles a little bit into phys ed

Also enjoys teaching so much

Has a big smile in class all the time

Learned everyone’s names down after the first day of class

Wants everyone to have a good ol’ time

Yangyang

Probably gets along with the younger boys

Teaches something but people only learn german from him

No learning goes on in his vicinity

I love him but I feel like some people would find him a lil annoying

The jokes never stop

Chenle

Teaches freshmen math

He’s really hit or miss with his students

Sometimes they like him sometimes they don’t get him

I feel like he’s the teacher that always has like a group of students that eat lunch in his room

Always looks so fine like he dresses really well and all

Probably makes you do a lot of group projects I feel

Jisung

The youngest teacher

No one’s sure he’s actually allowed to be a teacher because he’s very discreet with his timeline like nobody knows his age but he has a mysterious amount of degrees

Like no one knows the details of his life he’s just there

Was mistaken as a student on multiple occasions

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I posted 18,552 times in 2021

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#and that sometimes he doesn’t think he is going to wake up and be ok and he doesn’t know if he’s going to be ok and if that’s not a parallel

My Top Posts in 2021

not to be in my parasocial panda hours, but I'm listening to the Jensen episode of Michael Rosenbaum’s podcast Inside of You from 2019.

Q: I mean growing up were your parents always supportive, were you always - did you - did you always want to be an actor? Because you were an athlete.. you were an athlete in high school.

Jensen: Yeah - I mean I kind of - I kind of walked both paths, I was...I was doing drama, and I was, like performing in the you know, the annual spring plays.

Q: Did you love it back then? Did you love acting?

Jensen: I don’t know if I loved it because it wasnt - I..wasnt really living in an environment that...really nurtured that, as much as it did sports, you know what I mean. Growing up in Texas, like it’s all about what --- organized sport you’re a part of and how good your team is and how, you know - if you’re going to get scouted by, like college scouts. And - there’s a lot of pressu - [trails off] I think that’s changed dramatically since I grew up here, but the arts weren’t really focused on as much as sports were.”

why am I sitting here silently weeping about baby Jensen wanting to act but feeling like he had to focus on his athletics instead because That is How It Was. why.

this is not normal behavior

please send assistance

BONUS:

Q: Did people look down on you...were they real hard on you? Did they call you names, did they call you “fairy boy” who wants to do theater?

Jensen: Yeah. And that was - you know, that was certainly more of an acceptable behavior back then, I mean I'm glad that those times have changed because you’ll get raked over the coals if you ostracize somebody to that degree - and good you should! Because there were some people that I was in theater with that really, really got bulled bad...and it was at time, and it was a culture then...and I wish, I wish there were more opportunities that I could have stood up for that person.

***and then he sings a bit of West Side Story

***and then he reenacts his sports buddies’ reactions

***AND I LOVE HIM EVEN MORE NOW. Go listen to the podcast if you haven’t.

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pov you are Jensen Ackles

your fledgling production company just dropped the news that it has acquired the rights to create a spinoff from a show which you starred on for 15 seasons as a character who is deeply and intrinsically intertwined into your very psyche. you will be reprising that character in the new show as the narrator. the former cast of the 15 year show is supportive and congratulatory, with the exception of your supposed best friend of 16ish years who was also on the show with you and not informed of this development because [ ]. you figure if he’s upset, he’ll text you and you’ll hash it out like adults. he decides to blast you and your lead writer on twitter instead before calling to cry hysterically hash it out like adults (he deletes the tweet about the lead writer, but the tweets about you stay up). you receive frantic calls from your PR agent. just give me something to copy-pasta, you sigh. you add just a few more [...]’s and hit tweet. the creator of the show you’re currently on tweets something congratulating you. he then retraces his steps to ensure he’s still in good graces with your former best friend. Eric, you sigh. he deletes all the tweets related to the Winchester Twitter Derangement Scandal. your aunt continues to berate your former best friend and like other tweets berating him. you decide that your PR people can deal with that one because you know better than to tell a strong opinionated woman what to do. you notice while still logged on to twitter (remembering why you were inactive for so long), that fandom doesn’t seem to thrilled with the concept of your new show. you read a few tweets about why. “well that’s not what we’re doing...” you think. you find an article that summarizes their fears perfectly. you tweet it to reassure people you’ve done the reading. you use the word “canon.” The article specifically references the tag of John Winchester’s A+ parenting on the fan fiction website AO3.

You do half of this while attending a birthday party with the other cast members of The Boys, drinking and singing Happy Birthday in perfect harmony. At the end of the song, you open your phone to see that Misha Collins has sent you a no context video of him in a gold-striped bathtub. There is a dog. “That’s cute, I’d join GISH for that,” you respond, slightly buzzed.

A few minutes later your notifications inform you Misha has posted a video on twitter and instagram. He’s wearing shorts in this version.

You are Jensen Ackles.

You are thriving.

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WAIT WHAT HAPPENED???

Jackles' aunt commented on Jarpebbles ignoramus tweets that he should have deleted but he didnt and here we are in the muck yet again

bumps don't stop us, send me an ask!

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idk if anyone’s shared this yet, but on today’s weekend installment of SPN, it appears THE Greg Hopwood, badass costume designer for The Boys (and specifically Jensen’s Soldier Boy suit) is a heller, confirmed :)

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warmau · 4 years

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au taeil~ happy late birthday moon man!! | find others here: johnny | haechan

part of you is sad that the closest you’ll ever be to him is at a safe distance

peering out of the window and into the baseball field below

you can kind of make out the details of his face from here, but you can’t see the birthmark on his neck or the glint of starlight thats always somehow in the deep back of his eyes

you can see the worn-out back of his uniform jersey - spelled out in hand-stitched letters - moon

but part of you is happy that you can at least enjoy the comfort of knowing he’s nearby

just the little whisper of the fact that his joy is minutes away from yours

you lay your head down on the desk

its the last day of classes and summer is begging you to go outside and enjoy it

but summer also means you wont see him anymore, even if youve only been seeing him from far away

not seeing him at all is a feeling you cant wrap your head around - no matter how many times youve tried to

“what are you doing?”

a hand comes down on the corner of the desk and you peek up to see the familiar, yet frowning face of your friend doyoung

he’s got the same baseball uniform on - he’s the pitcher for the schools team

“sorry, im about to leave-”

you slowly pull yourself together and up out of your chair, but doyoung interrupts before you can gather your things

“no, im asking what are you doing? this is the last day of classes and unless you tell taeil how you feel - you’ll have to wait months to see him again!”

im ok with that, admiring in secret is kind of a talent of mine

is what you want to say

but its too late because doyoung has taken you by the wrist and is tugging you out the door and down the stairs

you have just enough energy to pull away when you both come to a stop in the middle of the sandlot

taeil turns just as you want to break away, he smiles and says your name

doyoung lets go and everything around you looks like it might start floating, taeil included

because you didn’t even know he knew your name

“well, ill leave you two alone”

doyoung disappears - not that you pay any attention - all of your senses feel like they’re being overridden as taeil comes closer

his black short bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat from practice, his skin glows under the hue of the afternoon sun

“do you have any plans for today?”

“n-no. i was just going to walk home.”

“can i walk with you?”

he swings his bat over his shoulder and waits expectantly for your answer

at this close a distance, its all visible

the birth mark - the universe in the dark browns of his eyes, the little blemish on the side of his cheek

you swallow a lump thats threatening to close up your throat

“sure”

you’re both walking slow, the other members of the baseball team have already trotted passed you

throwing whistles and waves your way before disappearing into the summer air, some people have passed you as well - on their way from work or classes

but still, that feeling like everything is gently out of place, lingers over you

because you don’t get it - why are you here? since when did your crush have any sort of interest in you?

“i asked doyoung why you never come to any of our games.”

taeil suddenly says, looking at you from the corner of his eye

his smile is a little teasing, and so is his tone, but it doesnt stop you from flustering

“oh- i just - i have book club so-”

“don’t worry, he told me.”

“im starting to worry about what else he told you,,,,,,,”

you murmur without a second thought, before covering your mouth with your palm

but its too late, you know taeil has heard you, and that smile widens a little more

“he told me, even though you dont come to any games, im your favorite player.”

you both come to a stop at the same time

“so ive been thinking about it, why id be your favorite if you dont even like baseball.”

you think youre shoulders start to shake a little, maybe its your imagination, but you think you can feel nervousness creep its way all around you

hes talking so casually, but you dont know what it means and you dont want to be told - on the last day of school - that your feelings have been discovered and rejected

you were sure you could just carry them on with you until graduation and then never tell taeil how much you really did like -

“and i think i know why.”

he takes a second to tuck his bat back into the pocket of his bag, then he reaches out and locks your fingers with his in a safe, steady grasp

he starts walking and you have to push yourself to stumble after him

because you cant believe it but ,,,,,,,,,, you didnt get rejected

in fact you think this means,,,,,,,,youve been confessed to too

taeil doesnt kiss you when he drops you off at your doorstep, he asks for your number and tells you to meet him on the weekend to watch him train at the park

you expect a message on saturday morning, but you get one fifteen minutes later

by the way, i like you.

sorry if i didnt make it clear, im bad at these things.

but,,,,,,,,i like you. i really like you.

who knows how many times you reread those messages, holding your phone close to your heart and then bringing it up to mouth the sentences over and over

on saturday, you see taeil and doyoung - both already with their baseball equipment on

taeil is swinging the bat as he warms up when doyoung pulls you aside by the elbow

“so, are you guys dating now?”

“all he did was walk me home do-”

“but he likes you, and you like him!”

doyoung’s wide eyes are searching for an answer and you just feel a shyness overtake you because, well, you dont know what this is

youre just happy to be here - beside him

but doyoungs question does weigh on your mind, even when the training is over and its just you and taeil and hes offering to take you somewhere for dinner and you blurt out;

“is this a date?”

taeil chuckles

“i hope it is - arent people who are dating supposed to go on dates?”

the summer descends into hot, long days - and before when the stickiness and heat used to irritate you, now youve found yourself falling in love with it

laying on a park bench, eating ice-cream and watching your boyfriend practice until the fireflies came out

then you’d sit up, watch him take his hat off and abandon his bat in the grass

stretch out, exposing the strong lines of his arms and back before joining you on the bench, getting kisses for another day of practice well spent

sometimes he’d end practice early, or show up at your doorstep when you didn’t plan to meet and take you to the beach

splash around in the waves and then rest his head on your stomach under the umbrella - shared towel spread out beneath you

he’d fall asleep there, and you’d open up a book you’d brought with you - only distracted when taeil finally shifts awake and presses kisses to your skin

you learn how to hit a homerun with his arms wrapped around you for support

you learn that he harbors an extensive collection of LPs that you shift through when the summer rain has come out and he cant go out to the park, instead you’re on the floor of his bedroom picking dreamy songs to play and dance to, washing out the sound of thunder from outside his windows

you learn where taeil is most sensitive, right below his ribcage - when you end up splaying your palm on the skin there an digging your nails in just a bit - he makes a sound and grabs your arm, pulls you down to muffle out some string of curses against your lips

you learn a lot that summer, but most of all you learn that you were never happier pinning from a distance than you are from experiencing the real thing

you hate to admit outloud, but you thank doyoung for giving you the push to finally enter the bubble around taeil you never thought you’d be welcome into

and doyoung just grins, says “i told you so”

and forgets to mention that he’s actually known about not only your feelings, but taeil’s all along - ever since a home-away game where taeil had asked doyoung before they’d climbed onto the bus

“whose your friend? the one whose always looking out of the window?”

when the summer starts to shift herself into the fall, and the heat dwindles down

you find yourself wearing that shirt, the one with ‘moon’ handstitched on the back, as taeil wraps a hand around your waist and tugs you into his side on the bus ride home

you go back to classes soon, and your time will be short between schoolwork and his practice

he presses a small kiss on the top of your hand and you want to give him back the shirt before you get off at your stop

but he stops you, those starlight eyes sparking, “you should keep it.”

so you do

you keep it and are amused when you see taeil get a new one, this one doesnt have his name handstitched on the back though - its printed in shiny black letters

you run your hands over the name sometimes when you miss him

waiting for a latenight call with good news

“we won the game!”

you rub your sleepy eyes and murmur that you’re so happy, before you two hang up you hear him whisper - like he always does

“i love you, i hope you dream of me”

even now, all these years later, when taeil’s become an all-star player for one of korea’s biggest baseball teams

and you’ve fallen asleep watching one of the live games

when he gets home, your husband kicks his shoes off and drops his bag

sees you spread out on the couch

the sports channel glaring

that old uniform shirt from his high school days tucked in your arms

he leans down, kisses your forehead and he whispers

“i love you”

you shift

eyes opening to meet his with a half smile and yawning as you say;

“i was dreaming of you.”

#im late i know............but it was like so hard to write this without being like taeil [breakdown]#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct au #taeil scenarios #taeil imagines #taeil au #member: taeil #sfw #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 au #nct 127 imagines #taeil #nct 127 #baseball!au #happy late birthday my baby T___________T

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Easy As A-B-C

Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader

Summery: Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling

Words: 4,537

A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb.

Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao

Blurb Advent: Day 24

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Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.

You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded. “No, I don’t think so,” “Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.

You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck. “Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,” His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,” “Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,” He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,” “Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?” “I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ” “I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,” “Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort. “Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,” “Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?” “Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,” “You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.” “I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.” Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?” You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong. “No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong. “Try allusion for me,” “A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,” Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed. Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What about caesura?” “C-E-A-S-U-R-A,” The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants. “But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres. You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,” It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,” He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.” His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more. If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so. “O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out. “Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick. His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing. “What about, dactyl?” His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,” You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him. “Fuck,” “Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,” “I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,” You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,” Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention. “Romanticism,” Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours. “So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment” “Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,” You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?” “Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?” “Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting. “D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.” You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you. “Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock. “What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower. “I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?” In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest. Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.

“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still. Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely. “Well?” “What did you say?” “Epigraph. Can you spell that?” He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.” You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second. “No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips. “Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,” Gwilym nodded. “Okay, so spell meter,” “M- oh, I don’t know,” “You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,” He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,” “See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!” Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand. “Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,” “Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,” “Okay!” “Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,” “Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes. “It’s a bit of a tricky one,” “Yeah.” “And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?” “Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,” “So clever baby! Okay canto,” “Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,” “No?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay what about, poem?” Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.” “You sure you don’t know?” He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again. “Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,” Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help. “You don’t remember?” He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.” “It’s okay if you don’t know,” “Really?” he sniffled. “Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.” “I’m not?” “Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.” Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again. “Do you want to give it a try for me?” “Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes “It would make me very happy,” “Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?” “You’re so clever, baby!” Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock. “You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?” “Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.

You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him. “Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?” He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,” It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly. “You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?” “Mmhmm, you-porik.” “Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?” “How?” “With your mouth,” “Oh! Okay!” You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor. “You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder. He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts. If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure. “Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly. “And how do you think you could do that?” “I don’t know,” “Maybe, cunnilingus?” “cun-un-un-un-gus,” “Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.

He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue. “Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?” Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you. “Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,” “Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine. You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you. “I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt. “loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface. Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.

When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been. “Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone. “Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense. “Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow. “Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?” “Not needing to think, baby,” “Oh! Yes,” he laughed. “You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,” “Mmhmm, much,” “And do you know what good, dumb boys get?” “No?” “They get fucked. Would you like that?” “Yes yes yes,” “Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke. Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm. “No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,” He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again. You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back. “Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again. “Wha’s Byron?” You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test. He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.

What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,” “My dex-ik-tus cock?” You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt. “Wanna make me feel even better?” “How?” You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him. “You’re close?” “Mmhmm,” You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop. “I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?” He nodded, eyes fixed on you. ��Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close. “Almost baby, almost,” “Please. Hur’s,” “Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.

“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him. He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose. “Did so well, such a good boy for me,” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm, so good,” He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech. “How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy. “Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,” “I believe you.”

#my writing #my fics #smut fic #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee smut #gwilym lee imagine #this has been half written in my drafts for much too long now #but im very happy to be able to finally post it!#just got one more thing to write for this advent countdown #which i'll try and knock off after i get back from church #so that its ready to go in the morning #anyway #hope ya'll like this #i might kind of love writing pretty dumb boys #blurb advent 2020

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Fate and Phantasms #75: Jack the Ripper

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’re making the cutest lil baby to ever disembowel, Jack the Ripper! Watch your ankles as you go below the cut for a build breakdown, or check out her character sheet here!

Race and Background

Jack’s a Human, kinda, but bringing a child character with as few clothes as Jack to a D&D session triggers the fight or flight response in a lot of people, so we’ll play it safe and call her a Halfling instead. We’re specifically making her a Lightfoot Halfling for the extra Sneakiness, giving her +2 Dexterity and +1 Charisma. You’re Lucky, letting you reroll natural 1s- Jack’s an anime character, she doesn’t mess things up. You’re Brave, giving you advantage against being frightened (you mostly do the frightening). Finally, you’re Nimble, letting you move through larger creatures’ spaces. Your movement speed is only 25′, but we can fix that later.

Jack’s certainly a criminal, but she’s more of a lone wolf, so the background doesn’t really suit her. Also she may be one criminal, but she’s a lot of Urchins. This gives her proficiency with Sleight of Hand and Stealth, and she can move twice as quickly in cities-great for establishing an alibi.

Stats

Make sure your Dexterity is high, you need to be good at hiding and stabbing to be the most famous serial killer in the western world. Also to be famous, you need a personality-that’s Charisma. Your Constitution is next; if those scars are any indication, you can take a beating and keep moving. Your Wisdom isn’t bad, you’re pretty perceptive for a kid, Your Intelligence isn’t great, you never got to go to school. Finally, dump Strength. You’re a child/halfling, and you clearly haven’t been to the gym in a while. I don’t think you’re even old enough for a membership.

Class Levels

1. Rogue 1: This shouldn’t be a surprise for an assassin class. You’re proficient with Dexterity and Intelligence saves, as well as four skills. You’re surprisingly Perceptive and Insightful, and of course you’re good at Acrobatics. Intimidation isn’t just about threatening people, it’s also about acting in ways that are disconcerting, and you’ve got that down pat.

You get a Sneak Attack, letting you deal more damage with finesse weapons if your target is distracted or can’t see you. You also learn Thieves’ Cant, to speak with other rogues all sneaky like. Finally, Expertise doubles your proficiency in two skills; double up on Stealth and Acrobatics to be even better at making getaways.

2. Sorcerer 1: We’re not going magic initiate with our rogue levels, so we’ll have to grab spells from somewhere else. Somewhere like here. First level sorcerers get Spells that use Charisma to cast. They also pick a sorcerous origin here, and no-one’s quite as good for sneaking around at night as a Shadow sorcerer. This gives you Eyes of the Dark, giving you 120′ of Darkvision now and the Darkness spell for free at your third sorcerer level. If you cast it using 2 sorcery points, you can see through it as well. You also have the Strength of the Grave; when you drop to 0 HP, you can make a Charisma Save to see if they actually hit another one of the kids in you instead, letting you go to 1 HP instead. This only works once per long rest, and not at all if it’s radiant damage or a critical hit.

For cantrips, Mending will help you patch up any cuts you didn’t mean to make, Message lets you chat with your mother without anyone eavesdropping, Minor Illusion will let you make a bit of fog even when you run out of spell slots, and Poison Spray is the closest we’re getting to true demonic fog this build.

For spells, grab Fog Cloud for some cloud cover and Mage Armor for some not dying. The closest thing you wear to armor is a cloak, and that’s not going to help against an ax. Or the cold for that matter, those lostbelts are pretty chilly.

3. Rogue 2: Second level rogues are cunning enough to take Cunning Actions, letting you dash, disengage, or hide as a bonus action. This frees up your normal action for more stabbing; convenient!

4. Rogue 3: At this level you pick your roguish archetype, and the Soulknife lets you do all sorts of cool things with magic knives. You get Psionic Dice that can be used to activate your Psionic Powers. You have twice your proficiency bonus in dice, and they start as d6s. They regenerate at the end of long rests, but you can also regain one die each short rest as a bonus action. You can use your dice to power your Psi-Bolstered Knack, adding a die to a failed skill/tool check that you’re already proficient in, using up the die if you succeed. You can also send out Psychic Whispers, telepathic communication to a number of creatures equal to your proficiency bonus. This lasts a number of hours equal to a roll on your psi die, and has a range of 1 mile. The first time’s free, but every time afterwards needs to spend a psi die. Finally, the real selling point for this class is its Psychic Blades. You can create psychic weapons with finesse and thrown properties when you’re going to attack, dealing psychic damage instead of piercing. The blade vanishes after use, and leaves no mark on targets. After attacking with your action, you can use your bonus action to make another attack with a weaker blade. You typically prefer to leave quite a few marks on your victims, but a flawless takedown has its uses too.

Your sneak attack grows to 2d6.

5. Rogue 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to gain Squat Nimbleness, adding 1 to your Dexterity and increasing your movement speed to the typical 30′. You also become proficient in Athletics, and have advantage against being grappled.

6. Rogue 5: Fifth level rogues can make an Uncanny Dodge, halving a single attack’s damage against you as a reaction. Your psionic dice also grow to a d8, and your sneak attack deals 3d6 damage.

7. Sorcerer 2: Second level sorcerers get a Font of Magic, a number of sorcery points equal to your sorcerer level that can currently be used to make new spell slots.

Speaking of, grab Disguise Self so people never see the real you when you’re stabbing them. We’ll get something more Jack flavored in a bit though.

8. Sorcerer 3: At this level you get two Metamagic options to customize your spells. Grab Subtle Spell to make casting a bit sneakier and Extended Spell to make your spells last longer and really get the most out of each slot. You get Darkness from Eyes of the Dark, and pick up Blur too to make yourself harder to hit and see. If a spell makes you so hard to see you can’t get smacked with a sword, it probably makes you hard to pick out of a lineup too.

9. Sorcerer 4: With this ASI, round up your Charisma for stronger spells and Constitution for a stronger you.

10. Sorcerer 5: Fifth level sorcerers get a third level spell, and Haste doubles your movement, adds 2 to your AC, and gives you an extra action each turn for up to a minute. You have to take a break afterwards, but odds are there won’t be much left after the sugar high wears off.

11. Rogue 6: Use this round of Expertise to hone your Acrobatics and Perception, so you can find new targets and hunt them down in cramped alleys.

12. Rogue 7: As a seventh level rogue, your sneak attack increases to 4d6, and you learn Evasion. When you have to make a dexterity save to avoid damage, you take half damage on a failure, and no damage on a success. You’re pretty good at avoiding damage, and pretty bad at having health in the first place.

13. Rogue 8: Use this ASI to become a a Skulker, letting you hide when lightly obscured, avoid giving away your position when you miss a ranged attack while hiding, and you don’t have disadvantage on perception checks made in dim light. Nobody plays darkvision right anyway, but deep in your heart you’ll know.

14. Rogue 9: Ninth level Soulknifes get another die on their sneak attack but also Soul Blades! This gives you two additional ways to use your Psionic Die. Homing Strikes, adds the die to a missed attack roll, spending the die on a hit. Psychic Teleportation lets you blink around a number of feet equal to ten times a psionic die roll as a bonus action, and also spending that die. Currently you can teleport up to 80′ thanks to your d8 psi dice.

15. Rogue 10: Use this ASI to maximize your Dexterity for the best stealth and best stabbing.

16. Rogue 11: Eleventh level rogues have Reliable Talent, meaning you always roll at least a 10 on checks you’re proficient in. You’re probably not going to be grappled any time soon. Or seen, for that matter. Also, your sneak attack does 6d6 damage now, congrats. Also also, your Psionic Die is now a d10 for more accurate strikes, cool teleporting tricks, larger audiences for your creepy mind speeches, and an even stronger way to cheese skill checks if Reliable Talent somehow wasn’t enough.

17. Rogue 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Charisma. You only have a couple spells, but some of them are illusions so they need to be strong.

18. Rogue 13: Thirteenth level Soulknifes get yet another sneak attack boost and a Psionic Veil. You can use an action to become invisible for up to 1 hour. This ends early if you will it or if you deal damage to force a saving throw. You can use this once per long rest, but you can also spend a psionic die to get another use. Honestly you’re pretty much invisible already with those stealth skills, but another layer of insurance wouldn’t hurt.

19. Rogue 14: At this level you get Blindsense, letting you see creatures you can’t see within 10′ of you. Fog and darkness are your gimmick, so now you can use those without making things harder for yourself.

20. Rogue 15: Your final level of rogue caps off with Slippery Mind, making you proficient in Wisdom Saves. Also, your Sneak Attack is as strong as it’s ever going to be at 8d6 damage.

Pros:

You’re very Sneaky, making it easy to get the drop on people. You’ve got a high skill check, a small body, silent spells, and you can blink around the battlefield to avoid line of sight.

Even when you’re out in the open, you’re really hard to see. If it’s not fog, it’s Darkness, or Blur, or your Psionic Veil. Even if someone does see you, they won’t be seeing “you”.

All this leads up to your powerful Sneak Attack, and thanks to your psychic blades that’s all psychic damage too, which hard to resist.

Cons:

Splashing into sorcerer means you don’t have many spell slots or sorcery points, so you’ll want to make every spell count; a problem increased by the fact that your concentration isn’t that great.

A lot of your sneaking is accomplished through magic and illusion, so going up against someone with Truesight will be a headache.

Blindsense and Slippery Mind are super useful abilities, but they don’t come in until the end of the game. Most campaigns don’t even reach this high.

Next up: I hope you like bad girls, because this one’s so bad at being a girl he’s a guy.

#fate grand order #fgo #D&D 5e #Jack the Ripper #Fate and Phantasms

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a-wanderin-whirlybird · 3 years

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Flight if Destiny: Prologue

(An Ever After High fic, set in an au where the evil queen decides to be a good mom. Cowritten with @offwiththeirbuds )

It was over. Finally. Robin Queen leaned against the back alley wall. Her enemy, Snow White had decided to try and do more than banish her after awakening. She tried to have Robin arrested and tossed in prison. Thankfully Robin hadn't done anything outside the realm of their story, so there was no way to arrest her. But Robin was furious.

How dare she? Robin only did what was expected and for what? An empty, temporary marriage and a lonely future.

She could get revenge. Get power and fame on her own and a kingdom to show up that brat Snow White!

Robin sneered, that could work! She could strike Wonderland first, it was disconnected enough from the rest of the world, no one would notice until it was too late. Or maybe she could-

Robin heaved, emptying her stomach contents on the concrete. She had gotten too excited.

"Crap. Crap. What am I thinking?" Robin hissed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand while the other gently held her baby bump.

It was a small bump, barely showing, but it was a grounding reminder for Robin. It was so easy to lose herself to the role of Evil Queen and far safer than facing the future after her story. She felt so alone without the story now. All of her friends were just starting their stories while Robin had to start hers immediately out of High school. She was only 27.

Narrators beyond, she was 27 and expecting! And she had considered world domination? What was she thinking???

She hadn't been. In that moment Robin had been scared and alone so she turned to the safety of her role. But… what safety was there in evil? Embracing it would mean she could be truly imprisoned.

"Funny, how you reminded me I wasn't alone, and you don't even have a heart beat yet." Robin muttered to her belly. She had to be better. Better than Snow who wanted her dead or tortured, better than her mother who left her alone too young. Too focused on the Evil part of the Evil Queen.

Robin vowed to be better. A Better Mother and Better Person. Robin stamped her foot, eyes narrowing with determination.

"For you my Baby bird. For you I will face the world. I will be the best Mother for you…" Robin said pulling out a small slip of paper and racing to a nearby pay phone.

The small paper had a short list of numbers. Friends from school. The top of the list was Nana Breadhouse, she may be the Gingerbread House Witch, and specialized in candy houses, but Nana also had some connections.

The phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Nana. Its… its Robin."

"Robin?! Are you ok? I heard Snow's speech. Did she?!"

"She tried to arrest me but it didn't work. Nana I need a house Im… Nana I have a kid on the way. I wanted to- I…" Robin felt tears fall. "I almost became my Mom…"

"Oh SweetPlum. Where are you? Ill come get you. We can talk after." Nana said. Robin couldn't help but smile, Nana was the kindest woman.

"I'm in Bookend outside the Library. Ill wait here." Robin said. Her hand never left her little bump, she had to fight the urge to conquer and the little lump was helping.

"I'll be there faster than you can say Taffy, hang on love." Then Robin waited.

It only took ten minutes for Nana to arrive, her Bubblegum punk hair made her easy to see in the rainy gloom. Nana's Broomstick landed and the plump woman raced over embracing the soaked Robin tightly. Robin held her friend dearly.

"Oh Honey Tea, come on. Let's get you home and dry. You can tell me what your plan is after we got some food in you."

"You're the Fairest Nana." Robin hiccuped. Her tears hadn't stopped the entire time.

"Tell me that after you're dry and warm. Come on." Nana said, pulling Robin onto her broom. Robin leaned into Nana's back as they flew a comfortable silence filling the night air as they escaped the rain clouds and finally reached Nana's home.

Nana silently ushered Robin inside. Trapper the huntsman was seated by the fire, rocking Nana's 1 year old Ginger. The gruff man looked concerned as Robin was sat down by the fire.

Trapper gently placed the sleeping Ginger back in her crib and began to sign as Nana raced around.

"Are you ok? You look awful." He signed, Robin nodded weakly, shivering in her soaked clothes.

"Im… shaken. But ok, thank you Trap." Robin said, Trapper gave a soft smile and nodded. Only to sign some rather vicious things about their classmate Snow White. Robin shook her head. "Trap its… im not fighting back. I cant. I have a child on the way. I- I refuse to be my mother. Or worse."

"You don't have to do anything. But I could get Arthur and-" Trapper started signing only for Nana to bustle between the two and give Trapper a glare.

"No. You are not storming the castle Trapper. If you try You get no Daughter time for a month!" Nana scolded in a whisper. Trapper shook his head but signed in agreement.

"You both adore Ginger so much. I hope I'm as good to my baby Bird…" Robin muttered. Nana Gently pat Robin's hand.

"You will be darling. Trapper and I have our system. I'm not denying him his ability to be in his daughter's life. And you did the right thing walking away today." Nana said. "Now I have some clothes you can use, tomorrow we can get your stuff back- Robin? Sweet Plum whats-?"

"She burned my stuff." Robin muttered, tears falling anew as she hugged herself tightly. "Snow… She. She did more than try and arrest me. She destroyed all my things. I just did my part! I just did what they expected of me…"

Nana's eyes lit aflame, fury rolling off her like an oven.

"That, that, That witch! Disgusting. I knew Snow was Twisted but this? And she calls herself a Royal." Nana turned back to Robin, eyes softening. "We will get you new clothes and goods tomorrow. I have an extra plot of land nearby you can live on. We can design it tomorrow as well."

"Doctors appointments." Trapper signed. "We can come with you too."

"You guys are too good to me. How can I repay you?" Robin asked sniffling.

"How about you babysit some days for us? We can always use an extra hand with Ginger and it will be good practice." Nana offered.

"Deal."

The next day was strange. Replacing her missing clothes had been easy. Robin knew she needed maternity clothes and she wanted to move away from her old doom and gloom vibe. She wanted to be comfortable and to distance herself from the role of the Evil Queen.

Then she saw someone she never expected to see.

"Robin?"

"Arthur?!" Robin had turned to see her best friend. "Look at you! Your beard came in!"

Arthur laughed, rubbing his blonde hair.

"Yeah and I finally lost the tit scars too. What are you doing this close to Camalot?" He asked. The two walked down the various aisles grabbing what they needed.

"Oh well. I finished my story and I wanted a fresh start for me and the Baby Bird." Robin explained, Arthur sputtered.

"You're a Mom?!"

"Not yet. I'm expecting. I'm only about a month along." Robin explained giggling as Arthur started blushing. He loved kids, but never really did well with the idea of pregnancy.

"Oh wow! Uh well congrats!" Arthur said. "Uhm… you live nearby? If you do I'm sure Merlin and Giles wouldn't mind if you dropped by. Giles was really worried when news broke that your story started so early."

"That's sweet. I would love to visit. How are your Boys doing?" Robin asked.

"Oh well… they are doing well. Milkshake is still a jackass to Giles about our relationship. But well… I'm going to propose soon. " Robin gasped.

"Really?! Oh Arty that's wonderful!"

"Actually I was going to see if Nana knew where you were. I need your help to make it memorable." Arthur said, Robin smiled.

"Of course! You're my Best Friend Forever After. What were you thinking?" Robin asked. Arthur smiled and the two discussed proposal plans.

The next few months were a flurry of building, Reconnecting with friends and doctors. Robin had no time to stop and consider the ever disapearing urge to conquer the world. Instead it was replaced with eagerness to meet her future daughter.

Robin got to visit Arthur, Merlin and Giles again. Her life was filling up with friends again and she felt lighter than ever.

Then the sonogram appointment. As she had set it up her doctor had warned her, they would not allow anyone other than the father in with her. Robin was terrified.

"Birdy whatchya doing so down?" Merlin practically chirped as he picked her up to go for the Sonogram. Robin sighed sitting beside the mage and watching the countryside roll away.

"My doc warned me they won't let anyone but the father in with me…" Robin muttered. Merlin clicked their tongue

"Ain't old Good King in a Nursery Home, senile out of his mind? And-" Merlin paused. The Mage was an empath and didn't need any other powers to know why Robin sank into depression when the old king was mentioned. Merlin nodded silently.

"Fine. I'm the Dad now." Robin jolted up, turning to Merlin.

"What?! Do you honestly think they'll believe that?" Robin asked. Merlin smirked, tossing his scarf to the side.

"They don't have too. They aren't getting rid of me. Though I'm calling back up." Merlin cooed, casting a minor sending spell before Robin could stop him.

"Who'd you call?" Robin asked.

"The rest of the fathers!" Merlin said happily. He didn't say anymore until they arrived at the office and the two enter the waiting room. Robin was stressed, clutching her bulging stomach as Merlin went to check her in. She stood near the door, when-

"They let any old rabble in here don't they?" Robin tensed as the sniveling tones of Snow white met her ears. Robin turned. The new Queen was with her Prince, Fabian Charming and obviously expecting as well.

"Snow." Robin hissed.

"Queen. What are you doing here? I told them, not to accept your ilk." Snow sneered. "Or did you break in? I can arrest you for trespassing. Better yet I should have the guards toss you out. Maybe you'll get the mess- AIYYYYYYYYYY!"

Snow shrieked as her dress suddenly burst into Merlin's iconic Pink flames. Merlin sauntered up and slung an arm around Robin. She didn't realize she had been hyperventilating until then.

Fabian put out his wife and glared at the smirking Merlin.

"Oops, sorry I still miss fire when I get stressed ya know? And our girl is expecting our little bird, of course Im stressed." Merlin purred.

"Our?" Fabian muttered.

"Yes. Ours. Move Fabian." The Charming swung around to find Giles, Arthur and Trapper in the doorway. Arthur looked slightly mortified and Trapper looked ready for a fight. But it made Robin feel safer.

"What is the meaning of this?" Snow hissed, shaking off the ashes of the fire. "I know none of you are the father!"

"No we all are. Because we were asked to be." Giles said calmly as Arthur pushed over to Robin and held her close.

"No you weren't. Merlin decided." Robin muttered to Arthur who snorted.

"You didn't say no." Arthur retaliated earning a laugh from Robin as Snow tsked.

"What ever. Just Leave, I have an appointment here!"

"So do we." Merlin said as a nurse came up, nervously fiddling with her clipboard.

"Uhm, Ms. Queen? We are ready for you and uh… your child's fathers?" She seemed to ask if the four men were with her despite knowing the anwser. Snow went slack Jared as Robin left, surrounded by her friends.

The panic the run in caused vanished when she saw her daughter the first time. She cried so hard, her baby Bird was healthy and growing. And Robin forgot all about Snow White.

Then her new home had been built not 2 miles from Nana's own home. Robin could easily visit and watch Ginger, who was growing so fast.

Robin helped Arthur propose to his boyfriends. Merlin may have been a powerful mage. But Robin was the trickiest witch alive. She was able to make the moment Magical without Merlin catching on.

And of course they said yes. The three looked radiant at their wedding. Merlin opting for a ballgown as he preferred and Giles and Arthur for a suit and armor respectively. And Robin was Arthur's Best Witch.

Then suddenly Robin was giving birth, post ceremony. Nine months had gone by so fast. And before she knew it, Robin was holding her daughter in her Best Witch suit. She was so small and pale with a little silky tuft of black and Purple hair.

Raven Queen entered the world in Summer. Greeted by her mother and her friends.

#eah #Ever After High #ocs #so many ocs #Baby Bird AU

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softboyscully · 4 years

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Public School Stuff I Wanted to Share

public school is both beautiful and horrifying am i right

so ill just go by the grades i guess

Kindergarten, first year

i did kindergartden at a catholic school in a relativly big city so this one’s got some shit

we went to church every wednesday, me and best friend (lost track of her when we moved, wish we’d stayed in touch, she was awesome) would giggle the whole time, pretty sure we made fun of jesus once, can’t remember why, possibly the hair

i had the nicest teacher, she was (as i remember her) young, blonde, and super sweet, that was the first and last year i ever had naptime

SPEAKING of naptime

i never slept during it

once i found what i remember being a nut of some sort on the ground, probably came off someone’s shoe

i grab it, turn to sarah (my best friend), say something about putting it up my nose

sarah, apparently having common sense, says, “no dont do it!! we’re supposed to be sleeping!!”

i put it up my fucking nose

try to get it out, just push it farther in

im crying a little bit now, that shit hurts

go up to my teacher

“you’re supposed to be asleep!”

“i have a nut up my nose and it wont come out”

teacher tries to get it out, but it wont budge

just. sends me back to my mat

that was it

the art room was tiny

like re-purposed broom closet tiny

there was a copy of the mona lisa in the hallway, someone had drawn ray bans on it with a pencil, never got replaced

there was a creepy-ass basement i went down to after school, we ate cheeseballs and sandwiches with some kind of meat, mayo, and that kinda yellow bread

someone broke his leg down there once, think an older kid threw him at the ceiling or something

we learned how to play Silver Bells with actual bells in music class

Kindergarten, second year

i remember these two teachers as the evil step sister-type look, but it might be my little kid imagination

but seriously they were horrible

we learned stuff in a room that was more middle-school styled, except everything was green or black and it was v dark

me and sarah attained a new friend, john

honestly i think we would’ve stayed friends for a while if i didnt move away

i have two vivid memories

one is of me really wanting to go home, so i walked by the teacher’s desk and did a fake sneeze

they laughed at me and told me to go sit back down

the other is john leaning his chair back and then falling, so me and sarah went to help him back up

it was funny, so he did it again

and again

me and sarah were laughing, had the time of our lives

after the maybe fifth time the teachers said “john can get back up by himself. sit down and stay there.”

one of the reasons we moved was bc i got sent a letter from my fourth grade buddie

most of the words weren’t spelled correctly, many letters were backwards

my mother was horrified

ofc now we know it was probably a learning disability

1st grade

this is when i moved

beginning of school i was ASTOUNDED we didnt have uniforms, one of the best things ever to happen to me

nothing wrong with this teacher, she was cool

thing is i was a little shit

told everyone my dogs died (they did but i was maybe three when it happened, i remember it not)

all my personal narratives were bullshit (only one sticks in my memory, wrote it about celebrating christmas AND hanukkah with my dad’s friends who were jewish, i have never even met those friends)

had a crush on this kid, best friend (she was terrible and helped wreck me emotionally) told me to kiss him in music class. me being a stupid ass bitch, i did it, aND HE GOES TO THE TEACHER AND CALLS ME OUT. at the end of class she gets both of us to stay for a bit, AND I DENYIED EVERYTHING. i walked across the fucking classroom, kissed him on the cheek, ran away giggling, told my teacher i didn’t do anything, AND GOT AWAY WITH IT. i’ve embarrassed myself further with this child but thats another story

2nd grade

i loved this teacher but honestly he was absolute shit

like. all he did was play the guitar and sing with us

never actually taught us stuff???

middle of the year, my mom goes in for a parent-teacher conference, he tells her i dont pay attention is math.

“what do you mean?”

“she doesn’t listen, she just takes out a book and starts reading.”

“........have you.... tried taking the book away?”

“sure, i could try that.”

“o....kay”

he also told her i’d be a girl who’d grow up to love spellcheck (which i do lmao)

like ???? why not just??? teach me to spell????

there was this one dude who one day showed up, gave me a pink stuffed cat, and then asked me where i lived

funniest thing was he lived on the same street as me

something that is vivid in my memory is showing up to class one day and realizing that i was wearing my regular clothes over my pajamas

also we had fish

every day someone else was in charge of feeding them

one of the times it was my job, i grab the fish food and walk over to the tank only to find all of the fish floating on the top

i screamed “THE FISH CAN FLY?!?!?!?!?!”

everyone ran over, all of us scarred for life when Mr. G walks over and goes in the most normal voice ever “no theyre dead”

we held a funeral

the cause of death is still undetermined

3rd grade

this year just draws a blank for me

all i know is that whoever the teacher was, they neglected to teach me how to tell time from a clock

also we learned the Cotten Eyed Joe dance in gym around here

4th grade

i had two teachers this year

one was the same one from 1st grade, the other one was a total bitch

made a girl named hannah ball her eyes out once, never apologized

i was (and am) and avid reader, so my reading skills were high above average

instead of being proud of me she told me i was weird, not normal, and too smart for a 4th grader, so i MUST be cheating.

she was the start of a lot of self confidence issues for me ngl

this was around the time i went and got tested for ADHD (me and my grandmother almost broke down on the highway but thats another story), Mrs. M (the nice one) was super supportive when i told her why i was leaving early but Ms. S (bitch) told me ADHD wasn’t real and i just wanted to be special for once

she sucked, Ms. S

5th grade

this is getting super long so this’ll be the last one i do

but my teacher..... Mr. F was A+++++

he legitimately taught me math

we had i guess like,,, a buddie class we switched with sometimes

the teacher of that class was Mrs. R, who had crazy red hair and many freckles

at one point she referenced a meme and my entire class started screaming

also there was another Mrs. S (to differentiate this one will be called Mrs. Su)

she was kind of crazy

she was the astronomy teacher and she told us many times that the moon landing was faked

once she handed out sunscreen and had everyone put it on their whole body (this was in december, fyi)

Mr. F also hosted an ‘archeological dig’ which sounds cool but in reality he had a bunch of arcade prizes from his childhood buried in little flower pots we dug into with plastic spoons

also heres some stuff i cants pinpoint the time of/happened in multiple grades:

someone held a who-can-scream-the-most-like-a-goat contest

a guy named Makenzie won

remember we planned it while the teacher left the classroom so the teacher walks back in and one by one everyone in the room starts screaming, there was some applause, a few kids got a standing ovation

we cleaned out our desks in the middle of the year, i found 3 socks and a dog treat in mine

like how the fuck did any of those things get there

and where’s the fourth sock

b o t t l e f l i p p i n g

but no seriously there were at least five water bottles stuck in the ceiling in the cafeteria

my sorta friend charlie was obsessed with paper airplanes

one time he might’ve broken the world record for longest time in the air but he was counting in his head and it was at recess so there was no video

four square and gaga ball would be played no matter the setting, time, or conditions and it was super competitive

like if you could get to king in four square you got the everlasting respect of everyone

and everyone was super educated on four square special rules, special plays, that kinda shit

no but guys i grew up with bus stop, candy store, haunted house on mondays, haunted mansion on fridays, zombies was fair game unless it was Zach, Ryan, Chrissy or Vee

me and one other guy named andrew were the only known pjo fans, had the time of our LIVES making refrences

“HEY ANDREW IM NOBODY”

“I HAVE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU, NOBODY, COME HERE AND FACE YOUR DEATH”

“hey annabeth, i thought you looked like a princess when i first saw you. i printed out a picture you sent me casually and kept it with me. i snuck along on a quest so i could save you, endangering myself immensely. i held the sky for you. when you talk about your crush on luke, i get jealous. beckendorf understood, but hes dead.”

“ikr we’re literally the best of friends”

“RIGHT”

also the first time we finished mark of athena we were in the same classroom and we individually dropped the book, stood up, looked at each other, and screamed “WELL FUCK YOU TOO RICK RIORDAN”

#public school #percy jackson #percabeth #my childhood #you dont have to read this but i felt like posting it lol #if you've read this far #i applaud you #thanks for listening to my meaningless shit #im gonna be a comedian #school #school stories #adhd #kind of

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neewollah-dorm · 4 years

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How Neewollah would operate in the game

More so a series of events than actual like, story story written out. More so the beats than everything in depth and detail.

The beginning of the arc has sprinkled in a lot of hushed whispers of other students about the vague 'game' or about 'bets' being placed to them and others anxious that they didn't make a wrong bet or that their bet actually went through and didn't get duped into money being lost cause they got tricked.

With those whispers and rumors going around about a soon to happen ‘session’. Ace and Deuce definitely want to stick their noses where things don’t belong and are very intrigued with what they hear the upper classmen talking about so secretively. Thus when inevitably Ace can’t keep his mouth shut and is asking and talking about it so freely and openly it will catch the attention of Rowdon. Whom, if i should remind people, is more of the muscle that makes sure that people don’t talk about it. Not so openly at the least.

So Rowdon would be quite an intimidating force and especially so for the Adeuce duo thanks to them wanting to find out what they can. I’m sure the two probably end up getting quite a bit roughed up that lead to more interest unfortunately in this session but also probably leading for Yuu to going to the Neewollah to personally talk to the dorm leaders about Rowdons actions. Sure they hadn’t seen Rowdon do anything to the duo but...with their insistence and how they try to turn the other way whenever Rowdon even shows any trace is worrisome.

Yuu and Grim probably end up demanding Rowdon take them to Neewollah. Which Rowdon will shock them with nodding “Tomorrow. Same time, meet me here! Kekeke.” In which Rowdon will be dragging them personally towards the mirror without explaining anything which is honestly quite terrifying. They get dragged in through with burlap sack tied over their heads and then shoved into a moving enchanted bathtub while they make their way to the dorm building. Obviously in a homage to the movie.

Its a lot of alluding to how busy Ammiras is and how its rare hes seen unless its for scheduled events and usually you need to mark down when you meet with him if its so important and cant be solved in a few minutes. Which drives Tallis up the wall that he has to deal with so many of the dorm leader responsibilities on his own, but that’s just how it is around here and it was like that last year too when Tallis took up the vice dorm leader position.

A lot of the inside Neewollah portion is dealing getting to see the relationship between Rowdon and Tallis which is quite a bit odd but also it’s where theres a few small and quick interactions with Ammiras that was busy about and also coming to pick up reports the others in Neewollah have dropped off. He’s quite a bit hospitable and kind but he makes sure the stay for Yuu and Grimm isn’t long. Though he did say he’ll ‘talk with Rowdon’ about his actions and that he’s ‘So sorry something could potentially harmful could have happened, he’ll investigate when he has the time further’ . Ammiras personally would escort Yuu and Grim out of Neewollah, back in the enchanted bathtub and with the burlap sacks over their head again [Though Grimm probably was just stuffed in a bag fully]. Oh well the cat’s out of the bag when they get to leave Neewollah, he’s fine.

Cause its getting close to when 'The Day’ happens, when the place will open in a specific area and only people who have placed bets know when to go precisely in and with the right code that they better memorize or they wont be able to come in at all and will just flat out lose their money if they cant keep their shit together. its high stakes and secretive and i bet grim really wants to get in there and see whats up because they hear you can even learn high and secret spells most of the public don’t have access to that makes it very alluring for those wanting better magical prowess. So theres more than just monetary prizes to win. Obviously its around a very high stress time for Ammiras because he needs to keep everything organized on everyone as hes the only one to handle all this because if only one needs to keep a secret then the secret will stay secret. He has to write reports for Crowley, he has to deal with a snoop that might actually end up in the place if he isn't careful. People aren’t being careful with how much they’re talking as much as they used to. Not to mention the prefect of Ramschackle seems to be butting their head into this business and with what’s been following where they go it’s worrisome. Especially since he heard of Azuls ruined contracts, those overblots, so many things. He’s more tense than usual.

its the end where they get to see the underground place thats blacked out and full of glow in the dark leading to more hints of who it could be. It’s got music going, a myriad of different rooms, and a giant door that leads to the ‘pit’ as most like to dub the arena people watch the ‘losers’ compete.

As The Gambler, Ammiras is very showy, hes a proper show man and gets the crowd interested and ready. Though it’s not hard to when most of the crowd know what they’re getting ready to see. People struggling to survive in the pit. When Yuu and Grim stumbled in Ammiras thought it would be a good example for why you don’t meddle. Forcing them in to continue playing like the other penniless losers. However being Yuu and Grim and working together they’ve started ruined the game going on for those who are the rats for the peoples entertainment for the others failings and now this whole thing is tumbling over, people are upset, people want their game, people want their bets, and these upstarts are ruining everything! He hasn’t worked years on this for these stupid first years, a weird racoon and a magic less human to come RUINING! EVERYTHING!

Mostly everyone scatters as soon as as The Gambler starts overblotting, leaving only the few people around in the pit left while people above are getting out of there because they don’t want to be chanced with interacting with The Gambler when overblotted. Behind The Gambler, obviously it would be oogie boogie like the other villians, but i do think Ammiras would show a lot more spider qualities to show its way more like him in the overblottage.

What we’d see in Ammiras memories would be a moment with freshman Ammiras, showing his grandfather in falling health, his sole guardian at this point all the tiers he’s been getting, disregarding practically everything else, no clubs, no friends, no breaks, just having worked as fast as he could to getting all these tiers showing what he’s learned not just only from the school but in the dorm. Ending the little scene with Ammiras assuring he’d come back as dorm leader and get to show off a new dorm outfit. [But that wouldn’t be able to happen as his grandfather passes away before getting to see him as a dorm leader]

In the aftermath of it all hes probably waiting terrified in the dorm room waiting for Crowley to show up, hes an adult, he’d easily be tried for all the things he did, the least offense he could get is expulsion and as a third year.... so close to graduation.

he probably already packed what few things he had just ready for him to come to just leave but then Crowley....doesn't. So Ammiras probably keeps staring at the Yuu and Grim far away whenever hes out and about for classes, obviously distrust and disdain when others aren’t looking. He wonders what they're up to, what they're plotting, why haven't they told Crowley? itd be something that carries over into another chapter for full reconciliation and being on good terms

Ammiras would find them repulsive for being like this and tell them straight to their face "Your tenderheartedness can be so unbelievable. Its disgusting how you want to portray yourself so genuinely like thats the truth of yourself. You don't want me safe at all. Whatever. If it makes you feel so superior fine. Just keep your mouths shut." being very transparent just this once and leaves the room before pausing at the door and turning his head over his shoulder "But thank you. I appreciate you being quiet in the least." "Even if you caused that whole mess in the first place."

it probably just ends up a chill underground club on the weekends with cool glow in the dark and less deadly games and more like a general casino but with the cooler atmosphere. With glow in the dark, actual games to play and ya know learn, still more stacked in Ammiras favor but still those are how casinos go. Actually a lot of the more terrifying and scary equipment from the pit, chains, saws, electrical things, and more probably are more used for decoration behind glass containers so there’s still a bit of edge to the whole look of things...and especially how it started as a reminder. he did as they asked, he held up his end in making the casino both safer, more fair, and more accessible. They just need to shut up and don’t mention whats up though Rowdon probably lets Yuu, grimm and unfortunately the Aduece duo in whenever instead of specific people only because Ammiras doesn't want them feeling slighted for not getting an invite even tho they didn't apply for one basically. Ammiras knows better than to go against the hand that feeds you.

#Ammiras Florence #Tallis Harper #Rowdon acacius #neewollah dorm #overblotting #we get more insight on rowdon in the chapter because hes the main person you interact with #its pretty clear too his crush on Tallis is

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Oo can we know about Roman's middlespace? I think it was 6 on the list??

Roman has a middlespace! for thise who dont know middlespace is another aspect of age dreaming and age regression - but in a more teen headspace! littlespace is 0-12 years, middlespace is 13+ years!

it's much less tapped into than his littlespace, and it's kind of hard to tell if it's just big roman since he almost acts exactly the same. But his middlespace is mostly defined by nostalgia!

so if theres a day when roman wants to watch old disney channel movies and listen to noughties music and play pokemon on his old nintendo DS then thats usually him indulging his middlespace.

honestly this headspace might be slightly involuntary! he doesnt really control when he wants to do these things, he just wakes up in this mood some days. but he is still self aware and understands he isn't a teen but he sure feels like one

again theres no defined age range for roman, he doesnt like fussing over it so the family dont dwell on it. but if you had to you could probably pinpoint his behaviour as typical of 13-16 years old. still though they dont focus on that part

one interesting feature of romans middlespace is he actually has more motivation to write!! when big he tends to gravitate more towards art for a hobby - his job as thomas' creative side includes scriptwriting so its hard for him to let go of that perfectionism and write just for fun. but when he's in middlespace he lets go of that a bit and writes!! he tends to go for fanfiction fix it stuff but also original work that tends to be fantasy worlds!

in terms of his relationship with everyone when he feels like this:

Patton

he loves patton a lot but he gets a little bit annoyed with his dad when he's in his middlespace. patton's instinct is to treat everyone like a kiddo and if he hears someone is little he likes to baby them. generally the childish treatement doesnt bother roman when he's big and he loves it when hes little, but when he feels like a teen its embarrassing and frustrating. this is probably the easiest way you can tell if roman is in middlespace - he will be a bit moody with his dad

Logan

middle roman is cheeky and is very very likely to play pranks on his mom. i cant think of any though :((

actually yes i can. inspired by my sister pranking our mum: he buys a life size cardboard cutout of danny devito and keeps hiding it around the house where he knows logan will find it. eg. in his closet - roman heard a muffled 'AAAAH! Roman!!' through his bedroom door before running downstairs cackling - and in the bathroom before he knows logan is going to jump in the shower - that time he only heard a gasp and then a deep deep sigh 'that damn kid'

but the time he is most proud of is when he knew they were running out of ice in the refridgerator and purposefully used it all then later asked his mom to get him some, knowing logan would have to go down to the basement for more. roman heard the stairs creak beneath logans feet as he went down. then while logan was down there roman quickly set danny devito up just around the corner of the stairs in a dark spot.

he heard logan come up from the basement and then there was a VERY loud scream 'aaAHH!!' and the ice got dropped all over the floor and roman started howling with laughter. it stopped when he heard logans heavy footsteps coming towards him 'LITTLE PRINCE YOURE IN BIG TROUBLE!' (dont worry he wasnt that much. he just got tickled)

Virgil

if virgil is big roman likes to hang out with him if he is in middlespace! this is actually a way for them to bond, virgil feels less intimidated by him (he's not much anyway but a little bit still) and can be more open about his interests since roman constantly goes on about these nostalgic things. they tend to spend most of their time together if roman feels like a teen because they bond over nostalgic stuff like music and games and movies and they actually end up in giggle fits!! me and my sister used to get these, when you fall down a rabbit hole of high school musical and bratz dolls and scoobies and you just laugh at everything and everything is so exciting and you end up losing your voices from laughing so much

also virgil tends to write as a hobby and never shows anyone, but roman likes to show him his writing he does while in middlespace!! and virgil feels comforted seeing how roman is so carefree about it. romans writing isnt perfect and theres spelling mistakes and plot holes but middle roman doesnt care and that gives virgil confidence in his own writing! i dont know if i want virgil to share his writing with anyone - i think it might be cool for virgils writing to be literally just for him. so much of his life is exposed to his family because of his regression - he doesnt even bathe on his own most of the time - so having a private hobby is sweet. but roman's attitude to his own writing still makes virgil feel better abt his own -- and if virgil was ever to share his writing it would be with middlespace roman!

if vee is regressed though it goes a very different way

middle roman is halfway between protective babysitter and teasing big brother. so yes he still loves his baby brother to pieces and will look after him if he regresses around him, but he loves to trick baby vee for a bit of a laugh (only harmless stuff, like the cookie monster bit he pulled a while ago!)

#little roman #middle roman #agedre roman #little/big concepts #ask game #asks #anon #🌙 anon

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adavenhaikyuu · 3 years

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If The World Could Stand Still

Summary:

Painfully familiar green eyes stared at him from across the hall. For a moment, Oikawa felt like he was dreaming, like one of those nightmares that’d leave him waking up in a cold sweat even as he mourned losing them to the daylight. Why was Iwaizumi here? And why did he have to be Oikawa’s new roommate?

“Hi, I’m Daichi,” the words broke him out of the green-eyed spell he’d been under, Iwaizumi looking away.

“Iwaizumi,” he bowed his head in greeting, eyes sliding back to a still frozen Oikawa. Daichi shifted next to him, shoulder gently bumping into his. “Do you two know each other?”

“We’re childhood best-”

“Yeah, we used to live near each other,” Oikawa cut Iwaizumi off, ignoring the frown his words earned. It wasn’t a lie and it’d been too long for them to still consider each other their best friend. Even if Oikawa’s heart ached at the thought.

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Chapters: 1/~

Word Count: 2238

Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28072911/chapters/68776866#workskin

“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you meet again. And meeting again, after moments or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends.” - Richard Bach

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“Iwa-chan?”

“Yeah, Tooru?”

“Why does the sun have to rise?”

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Rain drizzled from a dreary sky, splattering against the foggy window panes. Oikawa’s head lolled against the slightly chilled glass, his eyes flickering open as the last tendrils of sleep slipped away. A fuzzy haze still clouded his mind, the hour-long bus nap not nearly enough to make up for two sleepless nights. He groaned and pushed himself upright, shuffling his feet until they hit the duffle bag on the ground.

It wasn’t like he’d meant to stay up for so long. How could he have known a new hero would move into town? And the bastard had been such a pain too…

Oikawa huffed and pulled out his phone, swiping through the series of texts and social media updates in his notification bar. Clicking on the one from Kuroo, Oikawa leaned his head back against the glass, ignoring the way his ribs ached.

[Kuroo:] Sure ya dont need me to come today? You took a beating last night so I wouldnt mind helping you move your stuff in

[Oikawa:] I know better than to let your mangey paws get on my stuff

[Oikawa:] I lost two hats last time! Two!

[Kuroo:] You said you didnt like them!? I was helping, you cant still be mad

[Oikawa:] I can and am.

Snapping the phone closed, Oikawa let his eyes slip shut. That alley cat was dumber than he looked if he thought Oikawa would fall for that trick again. They’d been partners in crime for too long for it to still work. Besides, it wasn’t like Kuroo had gotten away from their encounter with Anzen, or whatever he was called, injury-free.

The damn bastard had already joined up with another hero when he'd confronted their infamous selves in a jewelry shop, ruining two weeks' worth of planning and leaving them both roughed up. The whole incident was made worse because half his injuries were a result of Oikawa getting distracted by how hot the new hero was. It wasn’t fair!

The bus squealed to a stop, ending any hopes he had of getting more rest. It was a good thing he’d already lost his roommate for the semester so he could crash after getting all his stuff in the dorm. The school had attempted to make him room with someone, something he highly opposed.

Oikawa didn’t want anyone else sharing his space, especially not the rando the university initially tried to stick him with. One text conversation with the guy and Oikawa was convinced he’d only ever used three-in-one shampoo and body wash. That wasn’t the sort of environment Oikawa needed to be living in, it’d be bad for his skin.

Plus having a roommate wasn’t exactly conducive to keeping his nightly escapades a secret.

Convincing his no-longer roommate to request a room switch had been child’s play compared to what he usually convinced people to do. The next two roommates the university had tried to throw at him had been similarly dealt with. Thankfully, they’d stopped trying after the third person requested out within the month since room assignments were sent out.

Oikawa had already sent most of his items to the dorm and he hefted the one duffle bag he’d brought with him as he stood, waiting his turn to exit the bus. Fresh air from the open doors swirled around him, clearing the mild ache in his head as he breathed in the damp wind. Slipping into the aisle, Oikawa held his duffle close and shuffled off the bus.

Rain dripped onto his head and a shiver passed up his spine at the chill. It was far colder than it should be for the end of summer. Looking up, Oikawa narrowed his eyes and breathed out, daring any more rain to fall on his perfectly styled hair.

Naturally, the rain obeyed.

Campus bustled with activity despite the rain. Students huddled under umbrellas with maps while their mom hovered over their shoulders and their dad held the boxes, slowly getting soaked. He grinned at the girls he passed, catching their reddening faces as he threw them a wink and a wave before carrying on toward his dorm. It never hurt to start the fan club early. The suspicious glares from their fathers made it all the funnier. One last bit of family drama before the child and parent parted ways.

Coming to a stop outside his new home, Oikawa fished out his phone. Throwing up a peace sign, he smiled and snapped a photo. It needed a filter, but it’d work for today’s Insta post. Typing up a quick caption, Oikawa posted the photo and re-pocketed his phone as he turned back to the stairs.

A shoulder knocked into him and Oikawa stumbled forward, hissing as it jostled his bruised side but catching himself before he could hit the stairs. The other guy wasn’t so lucky. Books tumbled out of the box he’d been carrying and spilled onto the wet stairs.

“Sorry!” The other guy said, already scrambling to pick up his fallen items. Rain continued to fall on the books, soaking into their pages despite the guy’s best efforts. Crouching down, Oikawa picked up the books nearest him and let the faint breeze dancing around him ruffle the damp pages.

“Oh, uh, thanks,” the guy said, coming to a stop in front of Oikawa. He was kneeling on the wet pavement (wasn’t he worried about his pants?) with his unboxed books filling his arms, not an umbrella in sight. Water dripped off his dark brown hair into his matching brown eyes making him look quite similar to the many dads he’d passed on his way here. Instead of handing the books back, Oikawa took a few more off the precarious pile, earning him a confused look which he repaid with a dazzling smile as he stood.

“Need some help?” he asked as the other guy also got to his feet.

“Yeah, thanks. I’m Daichi,” the guy bobbed his head in greeting, his own smile lighting up his face. Oikawa tilted his head, eyes taking in the rest of the fairly plain-looking guy.

“Oikawa.”

“Thanks, Oikawa, but I can take it from here." He gestured to the books Oikawa was holding. Glancing down at the wet cardboard box on the ground, he raised a brow. He really doubted the guy could handle it all. Well, his mother had always said one good deed would be repaid with another.

"I'm on the top floor anyway, so I can carry them if you want," he shrugged and readjusted the books so they were easier to hold. Daichi's eyes widened.

"That's where I'm going too. Maybe we'll live near each other," Daichi grinned and started up the stairs again in lieu of accepting his offer, Oikawa trailing behind him. A drop of rain hit his shoulder, an icy shiver crawling across his skin. Breathing out, Oikawa let a few more drops of rain fall on his clothes, a warm breeze dancing around him to keep out the chill.

He couldn't exactly walk in completely dry, could he? That’d be suspicious now that someone was paying attention to him. He already regretted offering to help.

The rain still didn't dare touch his hair.

“So what’s your major?” Daichi asked as they entered the lobby and made for the elevator. Pushing the button, Oikawa leaned against the wall and shrugged.

“History, you?” It’d been his best subject in high school, something Kuroo always complained about, and it gave him plenty of time to dedicate to research without people getting suspicious about what he was looking up. Plus, it didn’t require a lot of math classes. Even thinking about that subject made Oikawa shiver.

“Biology, I want to get into Vet school in a few years,” he smiled and Oikawa realized many of the books they were holding had to do with animal anatomy. Maybe he could convince Daichi to get him some medical supplies. That might make getting his jacket wet worth it.

The elevator dinged and slid open, both of them shuffling inside along with three other students, pushing Oikawa to the back corner near the window. He watched as the ground slowly fell away, the elevator bringing them higher and higher. They stopped two times before reaching the seventh floor, Daichi and Oikawa stepping out into their new shared hall.

“What’s your room number?” Oikawa asked. Daichi fumbled for his key, nearly losing several books off the stack.

“Seven-twenty-nine,” He said, reading off the tag attached to the key and straightening out the pile. Oikawa’s eyes widened.

“I’m seven-thirty,” they wouldn’t be suitemates he noticed while walking down the hall, odds and evens were on opposite sides, but they’d still be across-the-way neighbors. What a coincidence.

Their rooms were at the far end of the hall next to the smallest of the three study/recreation rooms on this floor. Oikawa recognized his boxes piled next to the end door on the right. A door that was suspiciously open.

Kuroo wasn’t moving in until tomorrow and he hadn’t told the alley cat his room number. He could have asked someone for help figuring it out but something in his gut told Oikawa it wasn’t Kuroo he could faintly hear moving around in the room.

Had the University really given him another roommate? So much for good karma after helping Daichi.

“Looks like your roommate is already here,” Daichi commented. Oikawa hummed and set the books down next to Daichi’s door. Readjusting the strap of his duffle bag, Oikawa whirled around and came face to face with the absolute last person he’d ever expected to see again.

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“What do you mean?”

“Why does the sun have to rise? Why can’t we stay out under the stars forever?”

“Aren’t you afraid of the dark?”

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“Hi, I’m Daichi,” the words broke him out of the green-eyed spell he’d been under, Iwazumi looking away.

“Iwaizumi,” he bowed his head in greeting, eyes sliding back to a still frozen Oikawa. Daichi shifted next to him, shoulder gently bumping into his.

“Do you two know each other?”

“We’re childhood best-”

“Yeah, we used to live near each other,” Oikawa cut Iwaizumi off, ignoring the frown his words caused. It wasn’t a lie and it’d been too long for them to still consider each other their best friend. Even if Oikawa’s heart ached at the thought.

“Ok-ay, well, I’m going to let you two talk. Thanks again for helping with my books,” Daichi smiled at the both of them and escaped inside his room. That’s all Oikawa wanted to do right now.

So much for his plan to catch up on sleep.

Oikawa ignored Iwazumi and picked up one of his boxes, moving past the other boy to enter his new room. It was decent sized, nothing extravagant. Two twin beds sat against opposite walls, dressers situated at their ends and two desks nestled side-by-side between them in front of the double windows. To the left of the door was a closet and to the right, a sink next to the door leading to the bathroom.

Iwaizumi’s things were already scattered on the right side of the room, so Oikawa made his way to the left dresser and set his box and duffle on top. He’d have to reevaluate where to put his gear now that he had a roommate. Especially since he didn’t think Iwazumi would be as easy to run off as the other guys.

Turning around, Oikawa once again found himself face-to-face with Iwaizumi. His heart leaped to his throat. Two boxes of his stuff were in Iwazumi’s arms, something Oikawa tried very hard to not look at. He knew his type and he knew who his type was based on. No reason to torture himself. Brushing past Iwazumi, Oikawa went to pick up the remaining box and bring it inside.

“Too-” Iwaizumi paused at the glare Oikawa sent him, “Oikawa...how’ve you been?” The question came out rushed like it wasn’t what he really wanted to say. Not like Oikawa cared what he wanted to say, his mere presence was enough to bring back the memories he’d buried long ago.

It wasn’t fair. Was this karma for his extracurricular activities? Why couldn’t he separate Iwaizumi from those thoughts? Why did it have to hurt looking at him and remembering everything that’d passed?

“I’ve been great, how about you?” Oikawa said, setting the box next to the sink, a bright and oh so fake smile lighting up his face. The green of Iwaizumi’s eyes dimmed as he easily accepted the lie as truth.

Oikawa didn’t know if he should be relieved or cry.

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“You make the nighttime safe, Iwa-chan.”

“But the sun still needs to rise, Tooru, you know that. Why don’t you want it to?”

“It’s not the dark I’m afraid of anymore…”

#iwaoi #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa #haikyuu!!#fanfic #If the World Could Stand Still #iwaizumi x oikawa #angst #fluff #anime #ao3 #daichi

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seijch · 4 years

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just binge read ur previous asks for the sleepover and i was very much entertained😌 how would ur top 3 ACTUALLY dress? like we always see those “outfits the hq boys would wear” but they seem so... unrealistic😭🤚

whack me w a pillow or smth (sleepover event)

OK HI I WAS THINKING ABT THIS MY WHOLE SHIFT N ENDED UP HAVING ENOUGH BRAINROT TO TYPE A WHOLE THING IN THE NOTES APP SO HERE WE GO!!! 😈💯

ok im typing this after finishing the post but i rlly like the way this came out so everyone please read it if you want to see me brainrot over konoha kenji n kuroo ...

KONOHA is definitely a man who Knows his essentials ... knows the beauty of sweatpants and joggers and knows that he looks Good in a solid colored tee (but doesnt shy away from print ... its just that if you open his closet its literally black white n the occasional pop of color) i would LOVE to say he accessorizes but no he doesnt 💔💔 its his fatal flaw too ..... dont be shy aki let me buy you one of those chain bracelets!!!!! those are sexy as fuck and i PROMISE they would make him look even better!!!!!!! in general he gives me big silver or white gold vibes even if i cant see him wearing jewelry on his own :/ its ok if he were to date me id make him come around to the idea ...

he gives white air max 90 or air force 1 vibes does that make sense . if anything has color in his fit its maybe some print on his shirt but if not its DEFINITELY his shoes ... i was thinking abt this but i think hed look good in the bel air jordan 5s but maybe thats just bc i wanted to get a pair NJFKDSFS if we want to get a little less realistic (i mean not rlly bc i know ppl who do this) he probably keeps up w supreme drops n its less to resell and more to get the clothes at retail price which is MUCH more reasonable than resell (i think its 40 for a shirt? idk my friend keeps up w it n i love to hear him brainrot but that doesnt mean i retain ALL the information 🤕)

:: go-to outfit? say it with me ... white shirt/crewneck sweater if it’s cold with sweats. if he needs to dress it up, hell throw on some plaid or switch it up w some nice jeans. unlike the other two he has a good idea of how to dress throughout his life which makes looking Back a much . easier experience compared to the other two LMAO

FUTAKUCHI swears by the denim gods when he needs to actually Care abt his outfits and im MAD abt it bc how dare he look good .... im going to fucking kill him 🪓🪓🪓🪓 the image of kenji in a denim jacket w a hoodie underneath n some ripped jeans haunts my every waking moment you dont understand......... hes ALSO a plaid man which pisses me off even more .... but im going to be honest he uses outerwear to hide the fact that theres definitely a hole in the armpit of his favorite shirts ... hes had them since high school kenji PLEASE buy some new shirts!!!! probably suffers in summer bc he cant wear jackets n stuff without looking weird (has definitely said hes wearing plaid For The Fit when in reality its bc theres a stain on the back of his shirt from when he sat in bird shit. its Artistic baby speak your truth!!!)

at least you can convince konoha to wear jewelry if you keep at it ... while i think kenji gives silver vibes over gold i dont think you would be able to convince him to wear it unless youve already bought it and basically ambush him with it JKSDFDS if anything i think hed settle for those leather bracelets ... its ok his ego is fragile ❤ shoe wise idk he gives me vans vibes (so does konoha but he also looks like a nike stan so i said that instead). if he lives somewhere cold he probably owns a pair of those classic wheat colored timbs (You Know The Ones)

i can tell you RIGHT NOW that in elem and junior high he was one of those kids w the neon athletic fits that took pe too serious when he got in the groove 😐 shut the fuck up n pass me the ball kenji were in fourth grade i shouldnt be failing PARTICIPATION in PE 🗣🗣🗣

:: go-to outfit? a rlly comfy denim jacket (hell let you borrow it if you bitch enough n hell be like Sigh . The Things I Do For You but when you slip it on hes abt to combust) w a shirt that probably has a chili stain at the hem of it n ripped jeans. the white slip on vans. i hate that he looks good.

KUROO is . idk i feel like hes a lot harder to pin down but he probably shopped at hot topic in middle school 💔 is this projection? maybe. am i WRONG abt it tho ... ANYWAY like everyone who grows out of that phase, he has Taste ... post college or just at the club i KNOW he understands the effect a slightly unbuttoned black shirt has 👁 prob rode the eboy wave bc he thought the fashion was nice so he might have a few of those clunky rings ... rarely wears them but bitch he SHOULD!!!! otherwise, i think he keeps it pretty simple! lots of hoodies and sweaters bc if he has no one to rlly impress hes big on comfort. owns a good amt of athleleisure (is that how you spell that hjkdfds) bc he does work out regularly but if you were to come across him during an 8am lecture i can guarantee all he did before coming to class is brush his teeth ...

unfortunately not a chain man but while his rings may be black (yk like black titanium) or silver, if he were to wear a chain i think hed be fine with either silver or gold! i personally think hed look good in either 🙈 shoe wise i rlly cannot pin him down ... for running im seeing him leaning towards nike shoes but i like . cannot tell what hed wear regularly SHJFKDS

what i CAN say is that when he was younger (and i mean until his second year of high school) he was one of Those Kids that wore the Quirky printed button ups but like . this time its not a compliment . in junior high he definitely thought those ... and it PAINS ME PHYSICALLY to say this ...... fingerless gloves were the coolest things around ..... i hate that i had to google that now im going to get ads for hot topic

:: go-to outfit? black hoodie w maybe some design or print on it w sweats or jeans (like konoha hell dress it up or down depending on where youre going). if you make him wear them hell even bust out the eboy rings he bought forever ago <33 i think later in life when hes more sure of himself (and i mean like after hs ... hes good in his 3rd year but i feel like hell still deflect compliments in the form of teasing and not believe it in 3rd year) he Knows he looks good so he doesnt rlly have to try unless you want to be That Couple that takes over the world one fit at the time ... in the end the only one he wants to impress is you 🙈

#BITCH THIS ENDED UP SO FUCKING LONG I SWEAR IT TOOK ME OVER AN HOUR TO TYPE EVERYTHING OUT ESP BC I ONLY HAD HALF THE POST TYPED IN THE NOTE #is this realistic i hope so #i tried to peoplewatch at work but i forgot no one around here knows how to dress #starting a gofundme to buy kenji some new fucking SHIRTS!!!!!#anyway i didnt realize i had this much Rot its a little concerning .#thank you for giving me an outlet bc i dont think ive thought abt this for very long before this ask #super sesxy sleepover #abby 🧨#💌 love letters

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