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Everyone wants him, that was my crime (he was not cute and I thought that I’d be his main hoe)

The wrong place at the right time (he texted me a week after we hooked up again telling me he was talking to someone)

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Guess who passed the AP Bio board 😎😎

There is genuinely no motivation in me to study for AP bio

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Leon x Reader | Professional Season

“I don’t get why we have to be so far away from the plate. We should be allowed to be right next to them. You’re telling me these random rich bitches can sit there and I can’t?” Melissa, a red-haired woman with a slight attitude, said.

“I can promise you, if they’d let us in the dugout we’d be there.”

Melissa used to be allowed next to the dugout but after a few too many instances of yelling at refs, she had to be at least seven rows away from the dugouts. So, when one baseball wife left, the others did too.

(Y/n) truthfully would rather be next to the dugout alone, away from the women who were constantly talking about the game as if it was life and death, but she enjoyed the sense of community it gave. Plus, she didn’t want to seem like she didn’t like them. They were just older than her and in different life stages.

Kind of like Leon and his teammates. Some argued that Leon should technically be playing for college teams due to his age, but the coaches couldn’t deny his skill, so he was moved to the professional baseball teams. Good for him, he always said, he didn’t want to go to college.

(Y/n) snapped out of zoning out. Leon was up to bat. He had his bright red helmet on, almost strutting out to the plate.

“My blood runs cold.”

The spouses of the team looked over to (Y/n) with a small smirk, as they always do.

“My memory has just been sold,” Ada leaned over and sang in her ear. Their team always had a lot of fun picking out their walk up songs. Last year his song was Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

“My angel is a centerfold.”

She stared at Leon as he looked up to where she sat, lip syncing and then placing his fingers on his lips, pointing to her.

“Does he always blow you a kiss before he bats,” she poked (Y/n) with a giggle.

“He does when there isn’t any competition.” But he looked a little different this time. The team wasn’t winning by five like they usually are. They were down by one and Leon was up to bat. There were two outs and three teammates on base in bottom of the last inning. He could easily snag a Grand Slam and win it all.

“Yea, Kuwata better not mess this up.” Melissa muttered under her breath. Sometimes (Y/n) wondered if she knew everyone within five feet could hear her.

It was her husband who got the second out anyways, (Y/n) had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She knows that if it were the other way, she’d probably be thinking that too.

Leon swung as the pitch came, hitting it far, but outside the lines. Foul. She saw him get visibly irate, taking everything in him to not hit the ground with his bat. She couldn’t imagine how it must feel to have the entire game rest on his shoulders.

He went back to the base, bending his knees and doing a quick practice swing. He did a little jump before getting ready for his second attempt. There was a crack across the stadium. The ball went over the stands, a grand slam.

Everyone immediately stood up and cheered. Ada immediately wrapped an arm around (Y/n), pulling her close for a quick squeeze. “What can’t he do?”

“Propose.” Melissa snorted, although it wasn’t mean like usual. More teasingly.

“Oh hush, they’re still young,” Ada leaned behind (Y/n) to lightly tap Melissa.

They all began giggling and poking her teasingly, asking if they’d be invited to the future wedding.

“Invited? We’re gonna be the bridesmaids, right (Y/n)?”

“Uhm, he’s gotta propose first.” She blushed and looked down, ignoring Leon waving at her from the field.

“A big proposal?”

“Or small and private?”

“Yknow he mentioned to John that he thinks a proposal after a win would be cute. With fireworks and-“

“-then he brings you to the pitcher mound.”

“I don’t think he’s that formal,” Melissa chimed in. She was right. That was wayyy too much work. Not that he wouldn’t put work into a proposal, but it’s too public.

“Cmon,” Ada nudged her, “let’s go down to the field.” She guessed she was too deep in thought about how he would propose that she didn’t notice that all the others left already to greet their husbands.

She saw everyone jumping up and down, excited over the win while the other team walked off without a second glance.

“Hey babe,” Leon threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Nice win huh?”

“Hell yea, you killed it.” She high fives him with her free hand. She was going to lean into him more but the guys began to surround him, cheering. It was obvious he was getting MVP for the game.

“I’ll be home after this, you wanna order food?”

“I made some pasta before coming here!”

“Sweet, see ya soon!” He called out while getting dragged away by reporters.

He came home soon enough and ate the meal she left him. She already ate and showered, so she sat in bed and watched some T.V.

“Hey, Leon, they got your interview on.”

“Already?” he peeked out of the bathroom door, towel wrapped around his waist as he brushed his teeth. His hair was wet and laying flat against his head from showering and his muscles had drops of water on them.

“Okay,” she thought, “don’t stare too much.”

After a few minutes of the blow dryer running, he came out, dressed in flannel pants and no shirt, hair styled as usual. He stretched out before starting to talk.

“Yknow, that was the first time,” he threw his phone on the bed and looked back at her, “the first time I’ve ever been unsure of a game outcome.” He fell onto the bed dramatically and sighed.

“Probably the first time you haven’t been ahead the whole game.” (Y/n) joked. “We were a little worried during the game too.”

“We- ohhh, so you’ve finally started talking to the other girls?”

“Yea, they aren’t so-“

“-‘Miss I don’t like their attitude,’ is now friends?”

“Hey, Melissa is mean!”

“Trust me, I know. Should’ve been there when I first got MVP over her husband.” Leon side-eyed (Y/n) for a moment from across the bed. “And now you’re using their names too.”

“Okay, okay, enough.” She lightly tapped him on the head, smiling.

“So you can dish it but not take it?” He smirked.

“Oh I can take it.”

“Prove it.” He pulled (Y/n) into him, placing his hands around her back while still laying down. “If you’re so confident.”

“Fine,” she began kissing him lightly over his face. He pulled away and sat up, leading her onto his lap. He dug his face into her neck and began kissing it lightly and quickly, making her relax in his arms. One of her weak points was her neck, he had learned early into their relationship. He made sure to always attack it when he could.

She was about to close her eyes and fall asleep when she heard a ding nearby. It wasn’t her phone, she knew that. She always kept it on silent. But she knew someone who always forgot to silent it. Leon. She looked at his phone, seeing a text from James with a photo attached. [Wish you were here!]

“Leon.” She pulled away from kissing him for a moment. “Did the team go out together after the game?”

“Yea-“

“Did they even invite you?”

(Y/n) was rightfully protective over Leon and the team. Although teams were always close, his younger age definitely made connecting a bit different. She couldn’t deny that Leon had been a little excluded at the start; the team often went to restaurants after games without telling Leon. She thought that the team had gotten closer to Leon though.

“No, don’t worry babe. They invited me this time. I just… wanted to come home.” He waited for a reaction, but (Y/n) just stared at him blankly. “Because I…”

“Go on.”

“You’re gonna make me admit it?” He whined, closing his eyes and turning his chin up.

“Admit ittt,” she sang out a little, messing with Leon’s hair.

“I wanted to come home to see you. Besides, whatever bar they’re at isn’t half as good as whatever you made.”

“So true. Well, I’m glad you’re getting closer with the team.”

“Me too… I just haven’t been able to hang out with you as much lately. It’s either been practice, team bonding, or games for me.”

(Y/n) didn’t know what else to say, so she focused back on kissing him.

“I’m so glad they don’t make you shave your hair anymore.” She muttered, running her hands through his fiery hair.

“I thought about it,” he whispered, resting his head on her shoulder. That was short lived, as she quickly pulled away.

“What!”

“It fits weird in my helmet!” He told her, pulling her back to his chest. “Buuuttttttt, knowing you like it so much I guess I won’t shave it,” he playfully rolled his eyes.

(Y/n) ruffled his hair a bit. “Good.”

He adjusted (Y/n) on his lap again so she could lean into his chest again. It was a pretty regular occurrence that he would pull her onto it to hold her better. Sitting at bars, hanging out in the car, cuddling, he always wanted to put her on his lap.

He wanted to go back to kissing and then fall asleep like they usually did, but he just wasn’t as content with that tonight. He had a lot more energy than most nights. He could compliment his girlfriend and say it’s from dinner but it’s most likely the energy drink he had after the game as a sponsorship. He didn’t want to go to bed anymore.

He kept looking up and down at her face, sly glances that (Y/n) hardly noticed when she played with his hair. For a second thought, she pulled away and noticed his glances.

“Hm?”

“Oh, uhm… yknow, most of the time I would’ve fallen asleep after my game, but…” (Y/n) gave him an almost confused look before nodding. “I’m not that tired tonight. Plus, we don’t have practice tomorrow morning.”

She nodded and adjusted herself. His lower chest was in between her knees as she straddled him. The middle of her barely hovering over his lower chest. He put his two hands at her hips and pulled closer, not looking at anything but her face.

He slowly put his hands under her oversized shirt, lifting it up cautiously. Her arms went above her head and she finished taking it off, throwing it off the bed. His hands cupped her cheeks as he slowly made way down to her neck and then to her breasts. His thumb slowly traced over her areola, noticing her suddenly shaky breath. She put her hands into his hair and roughly ran through it down to his back, arching her back.

“You’re certainly eager.” He teased.

“You don’t always have to be so gentle with me. I’m not that weak,” she said. “Cmon, don’t hold back.”

“Oh really?” He gave her a little smirk and then a toothy grin. “You won’t even be able to think straight when we’re done.”

This fanfic as well as others is also uploaded on my ao3 : TheRealAuthorDiva

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Reblogging this because I have a test soon and haven’t studied at all this break

There is genuinely no motivation in me to study for AP bio

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There is genuinely no motivation in me to study for AP bio

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pro-life but no paid maternity leave. pro-life but no affordable accessible health care. pro-life but no access to mental resources for the mother. pro-life but no changes in the foster system. pro-life but no guaranteed access to good education. pro-life but no increase in wages.

Living in this country makes me utterly exhausted and disgusted by all of this.

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Like this?

do you ever stop to think about how Shadow is only like 3 feet tall, so the motorcycle he rides in his game has to be super small?? - where did he get it? someone had to have made a miniature Harley for him to ride. who made a fucking motorcycle for a hedgehog. how does he pay for it.

I would like to meet the motorcycle maker who specializes in tiny Harleys.

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| Mondo x Reader | What happens in….

Quick CW, this does involving (Y/n) cheating on her boyfriend. If that makes you uncomfortable, you probably shouldn’t read this.

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Malibu.

A dream for (Y/n).

She hated living in the city with Byakuya, even if she didn’t have the typical trouble of hearing traffic 24/7. It was gray. So gray.

Gray and black and sometimes, rarely, a light blue. Coincidentally, those were the colors of their room. Gray, black, blue for a pop of color. His suits were black and her outfits were expected to be dull.

She loved the vibrant colors of the party city. She didn’t want to be stuck in the world of gray for the rest of her life. She wanted to see the sunset over the beach. She wanted to see color.

Byakuya was initially against letting her go to Malibu for a week, but Kyoko would be there so he allowed her. Well, she persuaded him to let her go. He assumed, and hopefully still assumes, it was a girls trip with Kyoko and maybe Sayaka. He didn’t know, however, that Mondo, Leon, and Yasuhiro would be meeting up with her. She just had to make sure no one took photos or videos of them together in the bar. She had learned she was still pretty good at taking shots.

“(Y/n)!” She heard Leon’s voice call out to her and she turned her head to lock eyes with Yasuhiro doing a handstand while strangers poured beer down his throat. “Look!” And she looked. His shirt was flipped inside out due to his handstand and his chest was completely showing. She appreciated his athletic physique, although she attempted to avert her eyes.

He was, surprisingly, built.

“Your turn,” Mondo came from behind her and dragged her over to Leon and Yasuhiro. She attempted to protest but none of the guys were having any of it. Besides, Leon knew her in college, she’s done this before. “You gotta live up to the parties Leon told us you used to throw.”

“That was before-”

“Before you dated the killjoy. Why’d you start dating him anyways, he’s no fun.” Leon whined. (Y/n) hadn’t told them yet about the arranged marriage her parents had planned out since they were children. She knew she had to have fun before she had to keep an image. Unfortunately for her, Byakuya and his parents believed in getting to know one another before an arranged marriage, so she was stuck in his house for their engagement period. Another month or two and she knew he would propose and she would be stuck in the role of another killjoy till she died.

She sighed and set her hands out in front of her and went forward, feeling her body go upside down. She balanced herself before the tube was placed in her mouth and the alcohol ran through her throat. She swallowed as the liquid continued to fill her system. She began to sway back and forth, beginning to lose her balance. She realized how off center she was and how different it felt since her college years of this. Her hands finally twisted and she felt her body go down, expecting a hard landing. To her surprise, she didn’t hit the ground. Instead, Mondo caught her. She could feel his ab formation through his shirt and was able to easily gaze at his biceps.

Mondo was, unsurprisingly, built.

“Jeez (Y/n), didn’t think you were such a lightweight.” He smiled at her while gently setting her down.

“I’m not,” she coughed a little, shaking her head from the blood rush, “I just can’t hold a handstand that long anymore. It’s been over a year.”

“Right, right,” he gave her a look of doubt before picking up a bottle. “Want some?” She nodded and went to reach the bottle but Mondo pulled back. He made a motion for her to open her mouth, which she calmly went along with. He tilted the bottle into her mouth, allowing the drink to slowly pour down her throat. After a bit, he brought the bottle back down to let her take a breath.

“Is this how you give Leon a drink too?”

“He wishes,” Mondo laughed, “just the people I like.”

“Are you saying he’s not your friend?”

Mondo simply smiled and shook his head as Yasuhiro made way to them. “Look at Leon,” he laughed. They followed his pointed hand to the ginger and sighed. Leon was convinced, utterly sure, that he could do a backflip off a table.

“It’s time to go, I’m gonna grab Leon before he hurts himself.” (Y/n) made her way to him and pulled him down before he could jump, much to his disappointment. “Mondo, can you call an uber to get us back to the hotel?”

“Sure thing,” he smiled and began dialing on his phone when Yasuhiro leaned over and said something that made Mondo go red. (Y/n) gave a raised eyebrow but Mondo shook his head.

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“Can’t believe the sun still hasn’t set,” Leon muttered.

“Felt like we were at the bar for hours.” Yasuhiro agreed.

“We were, but we started pregaming at noon.” (Y/n) sighed and swung her legs on her bed. She stared at her watch. 7:30. They really did leave the bar early. “Anyone up for the beach?”

Yasuhiro and Leon groaned with their hands up to their head, signaling their intense headache. Mondo, however, raised his hand and nodded. (Y/n) smiled and went to change into her swimsuit with a sundress overtop and grabbed a towel, meeting Mondo at the door.

“We’ll be back soon. Don’t party too hard,” she giggled at the boys who were clearly suffering.

“Leon,” she heard Yasuhiro ask as they left, “would you hold my hair back if I threw up?”

“Sure, bro.”

She giggled at their interactions as her and Mondo made their way to the sandy beach. She placed down her towel and removed her sundress, revealing her red bikini. She shoved Mondo lightly before taking off to the water with Mondo behind her. She squealed as he picked her up and kept running into the water.

“No, Mondo, don’t drop me in the water,” she yelped, holding tightly to his (very muscular) arms.

“Don’t worry, I won’t drop ya.” He smiled down at her and kept a tight grip on her. He laughed at her look of confusion before taking a breath and diving into the wave that was about to crash on them. As (Y/n) reached the surface of the water, she screamed and splashed water onto Mondo.

“I can’t believe you!”

“Hey, sorry, I thought it was funny,” he chuckled nervously, upset at how (Y/n) reacted. He stopped smiling as she began to walk to shore. “Hey, hold on, lemme apologize.” She turned around slowly as Mondo walked closer to her. She smirked before jumping on him, his lack of balance throwing him off and in turn, making him and (Y/n) fall into the water.

“Sorry Mondo. It was too easy.” She smiled as Mondo locked eyes with her. He sighed and laughed with her as they began swimming back to shore to watch the sunset. She dried herself off and put her sundress back overtop, sitting down next to Mondo.

“I wish I could live here.” She muttered.

“Yea?”

“Yes. I hate the city. I know, I know Malibu is kinda a city too but… I don’t want that city.”

“What’s that city?”

“With Byakuya. I hate it. I hate the gray skies, I hate the post industrialization era it represents, I hate the cold weather. I hate it. And Byakuya hates color and beaches and bars.” She finished her rant and paused, realizing how uncomfortable she made Mondo. “But, uh, maybe after a while the beach is as boring as the city. What about you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It’s too fake for me here. I can appreciate beautiful women, you know,” Mondo began defending himself, “but I’m a realist too. All the influencers come here, do ya really think I could live among them?”

“Not with your pride still intact.”

“Exactly. So why would I stay here?”

“It’s pretty.”

“And? So’s Ireland, I’m not there. I’m here in the pretty Malibu, on a pretty beach, with a pretty girl.”

“What?”

“Oh, shit.”

(Y/n) looked at Mondo with curiosity instead of discomfort. All she did was stare at him with a raised eyebrow. He tried to laugh it off but he couldn’t make more than an awkward cough.

“Really? You… think that?” Byakuya was never one to pay compliments. Actually, it was quite the opposite. He would always have to tell her about what she did wrong (in his defense, it was at a high society dance) and what she could improve on. But that’s not the point. Byakuya had never told her she was pretty. Byakuya had never caught her after she fell from a handstand while having alcohol fed to her through a tube. She had tried to be seen as physically attractive to him, she really did. Everytime she tried, however, he would be too busy reading a book to notice her. She would wait for ten minutes, always ten, before giving up and going into bed with him.

“C’mon, (Y/n). You’re so golden.” He smiled at her, leaning over her body. He was right, the sunset was positioned perfectly over her face, making her eyes gleam onto his. She wouldn’t stop staring at his eyes though. “But I know this will never work out. You’re dating him. He’s going to propose soon. He can provide comfort. With him, you’ll never have to worry about money.”

“If his parents were willing to have an arranged marriage between us I’d already have to have money,” she joked before realizing her mistake. Mondo stared at her in utter disbelief, his mouth hanging open.

“That’s why you’re-”

“Mondo! Please, this feels… right.”

“Yea?”

“I never wanted Byakuya. I never asked for the life he offered me. I wanted fun, I wanted colors. Mondo, I want you.” She begged as his hand traveled up her thigh. She took off her sundress once more with eagerness as he began to touch her more.

She had such a time on the beach she could hardly hear her phone ringing.

The flight home was uncomfortably silent. She and Mondo were seated next to each other but she knew not to say a word. He was right, they wouldn’t work out. Byakuya was picking her up from the airport and everything would go back to normal, she thought as she walked to the gates with her bag.

What happens in Malibu stays in Malibu, she thought with a relieved sigh. Until she saw the look on Byakuya’s face.

Next to him, Kyoko.

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The apocalypse had truly struck at Hope’s Peak Academy. This had never happened before in history: the worst, most tragic incident ever.

Kiyotaka was nowhere to be found in the cafe for their class study session.

“He’s ten minutes late, even Yasuhiro has shown up,” Byakuya clicked his tongue in a mix of confusion and disappointment. “Ah, no need to wait on him any longer,” he brought out his notes and began to discuss with Celestia over their study guide.

“Guys, I don’t think we should start without him. I mean, how many times is he actually late?” (Y/n) spoke up, covering Celestia’s notes with her hands. She pursed her lips with a slight tilt of her head to signal a nod.

“I suppose.” Byakuya closed his notes and furrowed his eyebrows as they waited about five minutes.

A rushed Taka walked into the cafe quickly, striding as wide as possible without technically running. He looked as all the seats appeared to be taken and pulled one up next to (Y/n) as she greeted him with a wave. He placed down his binder of notes as Leon groaned.

“Dude, I can’t pay attention that long,” he placed his hands over his head. Sayaka smiled and patted his head in humorous comfort.

“Did we cover this much information?” Celestia asked, resting her chin on her hands as Byakuya shook his head.

“It’s important that as students we study to the best of our abilities!”

“That’s the whole textbook. And the next!” Yasuhiro raised his voice in distress.

“I’ll study with Leon,” Byakuya began to make groups out of their English class, “Celesetia with (Y/n), and Taka with Yasuhiro.”

“Hold on!’ Taka stood up at the table. “Celestia should work with Yasuhiro.”

“What! Ah, uh,” Celestia’s hands covered her mouth quickly as she winced at her voice, “pardon me.

“And why’s that?” Byakuya asked.

“She would work with Yasuhiro much better. I-”

“What, you talk too smart for me?” Yasuhiro asked. “Well, so does Celestia,” he smirked.

“And (Y/n) would work with you, I assume?” Byakuya asked. Taka nodded promptly as Byakuya let out a smirk.

“Alright, alright. Celestia and Yasuhiro, Taka and (Y/n).” Byakuya nodded as Celestia bit her lip and rolled her eyes before turning to Yasuhiro. They split up in their groups to different tables, taking out their books and notes as they discussed The Scarlet Letter.

“Who’s Pearl’s father?”

“Reverend Dimmesdale.” (Y/n) answered, staring into his eyes so he knew she wasn’t looking at the notes. “I don’t know how much I need help on this. I mean, I reread it at least three times.”

“Are you sure you don’t have any more questions?” (Y/n) swayed her head back and forth, biting her lower lip ever so slightly. Taka raised his eyebrow to show her to go on.

“So, I know it’s a more subjective question, but do you think Hester ever truly loved Chillingworth?”

“He stated that he felt no love.” Taka recited the line with a murmur, remembering the scene.

“Well, yes, but do you think he was lying? He thought no one could love him for his deformity but do you think he still felt love?”

“In chapter fourteen Hester reveals her hatred for him,” he skimmed his notes and bit his bottom lip slightly.

“But ever?”

“That’s too broad, I. I’m not sure if ever, but we can conclude at the end that she does not.” He said, staring down at his notes without glancing up.

“I believe that she did. Once, at least. I know it’s not supposed to be a romance novel but…” (Y/n) tapped her fingers on the table with a slight edge of embarrassment in her voice, “I keep analyzing it as one. Is that bad? As a student, I mean.”

“Yes- no! No,” he changed his answer quickly, “it just shows that you can view it differently.”

“Ah, ok. I hope our teacher thinks that way as well.” (Y/n) clicked her tongue and laughed slightly as Taka smiled brightly and laughed loudly. Byakuya glanced back and smiled before shaking his head.

“I think I’m gonna ace this test,” Leon kicked his feet on the table, “so I’m done. ‘Hiro?”

“I’m good!” He called to his friend as Celestia shook her head. “(Y/n)?”

“Hopefully good!” She answered. “Are we ready to group up again?” Taka’s eyes widened as everyone went together again, gripping his pencil slightly. The group dismantled their study group, ready to go home.

“(Y/n)!” Taka stopped her from leaving by pulling her close, “Are you sure you don’t have any more questions?”

“I don’t think so. Actually,” she turned around back to the cafe, “do you wanna get coffee? I mean, we came here and didn’t get anything. So?”

“Absolutely! Coffee is a great stimulant and energizer!”

“And it tastes amazing,” (Y/n) murmured as she got in line, Taka excitedly next to her.

The next day, Taka went straight to his friends’ house, confused and, slightly, annoyed at the inconvenience he faced.

“What’s the problem?” Mondo brought his friend in quickly as they sat on his couch.

“(Y/n)!” Taka threw his hands on his knees in frustration.

“The hot girl in your literature class?” Mondo asked.

“Ye- Don’t say that! (Y/n) is a respectable woman who always-”

“You got a crush?” Mondo asked, watching his friend go blank and blushing.

“It’s not romantic, I swear,” he stood up, rigid as ever, and looked straight down, not wanting to face his friend.

“Bro, I'm pretty sure your head’s exploding.”

“No it’s not! I’m just not- I’m not ready for- I want her to be near but not to come here.”

“Breathe, bro.” He tried to relax him as Taka gasped for air, both metaphorically and literally. “Go flirt with her.”

“That’s completely inappropriate for our relationship as respectable classmates!”

“Then don’t be just classmates. Flirt with her.”

“How?”

“I dunno, when you study get personal, tell her you like her hair.” Mondo leaned in, “her eyes. Actually, tell her you like ALL her parts.”

“I absolutely CANNOT say that!”

“Ok, ok, bro! Just tell her she’s pretty. She dances right?” Taka nodded in agreement, “ask her to teach you how.”

Taka smiled and gratefully thanked his bro, running out to find (Y/n) at the studio practicing. As he entered the doors, he was stopped by Byakuya.

“I know you’re secret.” He stared down Taka, smirking with satisfaction.

“I keep no secrets from my classmates.”

“Maybe you just haven’t come to terms. You like (Y/n).”

“Why are you here? You don’t dance- maybe you’re the one who likes (Y/n).” Taka accused the blonde.

“We have a duet. What, did you think I didn’t also possess the talent of dancing? Go on, ask her to teach you. Let’s hope she doesn’t ask why you came ALL this way just for a lesson you could find online.”

Taka froze rigid as Byakuya opened the door to reveal (Y/n) practicing her ballet routine. Byakuya chuckled quietly before pushing Taka into the room and closing the door. (Y/n) turned around slowly, smiling as she locked eyes with her friend.

“Taka, what are you doing here?”

“I- uh- came to learn how to dance. I was hoping you could teach me how, since you’re so good.” Taka tried to incorporate Mondo’s flirting advice into their conversation. “You’re dancing is absolutely beautiful and graceful.”

“Aha, thank you. You wanted to learn how to dance? How about the waltz?” She walked up and instructed his hands on her, closing the gap between them. She began with their footwork, feeling him stumble slightly as she caught him. She tightened her grip on his back and brought him up, closer than before. He could feel her breath on his neck as she closed in, slowing the waltz so it was more romantic than a lesson. He felt his face flush from the contact while her hands rubbed her fingers on his skin.

Was she flirting with him back?

“No! I- Don’t teach me how to dance!” Taka pushed her away suddenly, feeling her slip from his arms and onto the ground.

“Taka?”

“Even though I think about you day and night, this ‘love’ thing isn’t right, I-”

“Taka, what?”

“I can’t even study-”

“Taka,” she stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders, staring him down. “What are you talking about? I mean, who are you...”

“YOU!” The distressed fool placed his hand over his chest as his cheeks rose to a heavy blush.

“You,” she took a pause to take a deep breath filled with fluster, “like me?”

“I apologize, I should have done this more properly. I, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, have feelings for you. And I could not focus on my studies until I properly told you. Thank you,” he turned around and began to walk out of the gym as (Y/n) ran after him.

“Wait!” She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him back, “Taka, I like you too.”

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“It’s haikyuu in real life 🥺” no it’s an Asian person playing volleyball

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I wish there was an option for reporting thinks for simply annoying me because a lot of tik toks don’t do anything terribly wrong they’re just annoying asf

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Junko but like Mukuro acting as Junko. Yea <3

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Was going through some spongebob scenes and I paused on an absolute gem

I just think it has meme potential

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The more I think about the more similar Willy Wonka and Danganronpa are

Update- the monokubs are the oompa loompas

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I don’t care what people say I ship Leon and Sayaka so much in like, any non-despair AU

I don’t know how to explain why but I feel like if they were in a normal high school setting they’d probably be together.

(FYI, I did use an art base to help with the pose reference)

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Y’all I gotta stop throwing up, my teeth are rotting

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it’s me, the neediest person in the world™