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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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AHHH

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Awww

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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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STOP THIS IS ADORABLE

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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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I know the fandom isn’t too fond of Paul but I would’ve folded SO quickly if that was me

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Why has no one talked about this CG of Carter 😩😍

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Tired of every semi-angry character getting a playlist with Hayloft on it, what happened to Crying Like A Bitch by Godsmack?

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Quick redraw of Valentin’s girl, Lilliana

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The Obsessive Mind of Carter Harris

One thing about Carter is that all of his projects are perfect. No matter how long they may take.

Poor Carter had terrible luck when it came to the ones he loved. He had focused all his time and energy into Henrik so every lady had no choice but to turn their attention to someone who would provide. The woman he once pined for had chosen the energetic model and he had no choice but to accept it. The closest he ever got with a girl was when he was ten and learning to aid for Henrik with his grandparents. He met a girl who fit right into high society life. She was, in terms of their lifestyle and expectations, perfect. Of course, with his luck, she moved away and he hadn’t seen her or heard of her in fifteen years.

Then again, he wasn’t looking for her ever. He was too busy with the leopard and with keeping Henrik in line. He never once bothered to simply look up her name online. Had he truly wanted to, he could get another worker to find her. He simply had forgotten Miss (Y/n), the perfect doll for the elite to shape. Well, he still remembered when she kissed him and he couldn’t stop turning red. It was the day she moved.

No, he hadn’t thought of her in years. Every so often she would come to mind for a minute or two, then the thought would pass and Carter would continue to order the other workers around.

Well, he did wonder how she turned out. Hoping for the best, of course.

On a day where he did ponder her for too long, he felt immediate repercussions. He felt his body hit that of a lady. He blinked before piecing together the image below him. She had fallen and hit her head on the cement.

“Fuck.”

He winced. He wasn’t used to hearing that language. Ever. He quickly apologized for bumping into her, helping her up, and gathering her groceries.

“Carter?”

“How do you-”

He recognized the same (e/c) eyes and (s/c) skin. He recognized the very physical fragments that pieced together her skull. It all seemed to rush back.

“(Y/n)?” Carter immediately dropped a package he had picked up and went to retrieve it once more.

White Claws.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been. I’ve,” he cleared his throat, still staring at (Y/n), “been fine. I’ve continued work at the castle.”

“Ooh. Yea, I’m sad we had to leave but, well, mom was the only one keeping us there really. Once she died all my dad wanted to do was go back to the countryside.”

“Your mother-”

“Did nobody tell you? Huh.” She interrupted. It wasn’t until now that Carter stared at her hands, noticing an item he frowned upon.

“When did you vape?”

“Oh,” she looked the other way quickly and laughed, clearly trying to hide her embarrassment. “It’s just a habit I guess. A friend of mine had me try it a few… years back.” She shoved it into her pocket carelessly.

Carter couldn’t believe this. The perfect doll that was the role model all parents used for their children was replaced by a… Well… Someone who could never survive in that environment. He looked at her once more and saw a tattoo on her wrist. What even was it? A smiley face. And her eyebrows were studded and she had a septum piercing.

Working with Henrik so much, Carter had immediate caretaker instincts. He needed to fix her, to bring her back to how she used to be.

He needed to give her some sort of punishment for vulgarity. He needed to remove the piercings and hide the tattoo and-

“Dude?” She waved a hand in front of his eyes. “You good? You like, totally zoned out there for a second.”

“What…”

“Oh,” she must have noticed his staring. Finally, some answers for him on what happened to her. “Yea, that weird bump under my shirt,” she lifted up her tight crop-top recklessly, “that’s just my belly button piercing.

The only thing Carter wanted to do in that moment was push her inside of his car and demand answers. Who he knew, that girl, she would have never done something like this.

He wanted to take off her gaudy eyeliner and eyeshadow and have her makeup properly done, not the vibrant colors that she clearly took comfort in.

No, this girl wasn’t anything that he ever thought she would become.

Carter had such a bad luck with women indeed. Henrik almost felt bad for him when he cornered him and asked what made him spill his tea earlier. Of course, Henrik could only feel worse for (Y/n). He had seen Carter zone into projects and she would be nothing less than that.

He watched Carter find her address online and learn everything that happened to her through social media since she left. Her father’s Facebook account, her Instagram and Twitter. He even created an account to follow her “finsta.” Henrik found it humorous at first, the amount of time dedicated to this girl from fifteen years ago, but after a month he worried. It became obsessive.

“I’m going to invite her to an outing.”

“Carter, did you think this through-“

“Of course I thought it through!” He raised his voice but tried to remain calm. He took a few deep breathes. “I’ll make sure she fits in. Once she does, she’ll realize how much she misses her old life.”

“Her old life? When she was what, ten?”

“You don’t understand. She was the perfect member of high society.”

Ah, Henrik thought. Perfect. He knew just how much of a perfectionist Carter was. If he’s calling her (well, who she was) perfect, she must have been someone special. He wondered just how she changed from perfection to… who she is.

Then again, it wasn’t really his right to know. The noble life was petty to live in, so he assumed she didn’t want to deal with any of that. He did worry about her though, if she did come to the outing.

(Y/n) was worried about going to the outing too.

“Uhm, thank you for the offer Carter, but I’m not very comfortable being reintroduced into that lifestyle.” She kindly turned him down, laughing insecurely.

“It’s just for an evening.”

“I know, but these things last forever,” she whined. “Plus, I’d just make a fool of myself.”

“I would never let you do that.”

“Mm,” she groaned, contemplating. In a desperate attempt to rekindle with a friend, she agreed. “But we better leave the second it ends.”

Carter smiled for a second, then, returning to his usual self, he began listing everything she would need to do for the event. (Y/n) sat down and smiled softly, reminiscent of her younger years. It’s not that she was dying to get back to high society, but she did enjoy all the dressing up, going to events, and being treated gently by everyone around her. She somewhat missed the attention of being a poster-child prodigy.

She enjoyed the personal aspects of growing up around there, but people were so… rude. They were all social darwinists and she, even as a child, couldn’t understand why they looked down on anyone who wasn’t raised like they were. She can imagine that if she stayed any longer than she did, she would have been just like them. That would have killed her dad.

Her dad grew up on the countryside, somewhat near her mom’s spring-time vacation home. Her dad worked on a farm, learning to shoot at six, learning to drive a truck around twelve, and drinking at thirteen. He was driving back from selling their meat the day after a rain. Her mom was on a walk in a pretty white dress. He drove a bit too close and mud splashed onto it. He got out and immediately apologized. Mom said he was too charismatic to turn down when he offered to make up for it on a date.

Her dad always hated living with their society. Partly because everyone there treated him like literal garbage, always letting her mom know that they had a great divorce lawyer. When her mom died, he had no reason to stay (especially when they told him if he had only been a better husband she’d still be alive). So they went back to the farm, though he couldn’t keep it running with just him and a child who knew nothing about farming. So he worked at another farm, not caring about money since he knew The Will secured them.

(Y/n) stood outside of the dressing room he told her to meet at, meeting a few ladies who were told to “help” her.

“Oh… that’s… nice.” She looked around the room, seeing dresses and makeup littered in every corner.

“Let’s get you ready!” The shortest one shoved her into the seat, spinning her around and holding foundation. (Y/n) glanced to her side and saw Carter sitting down, waiting for her to be done.

Now this, this was his project finally coming true. Watching her tattoos become covered in makeup, no longer visible; her piercings removed, except for a single pair on her ears; the hoops removed and replaced with emerald studs. She knew she would have to have her tattoos covered, but she really thought they would let her keep her earrings.

“Now for the dresses!” The short girl said again. She must have a high job satisfaction. “I think this red one would look super good on you!” She agreed but before she could put it on, they pulled something else out of the closet.She was given a corset and immediately dropped her jaw slightly.

“It’s not bad,” one of the ladies reassured her.

“I believe you, but I’ve never worn one. My parents thought I was too young to start it.” A bit of a lie. Some of the other girls had worn them for short periods of time so her mom was fine with the idea of her wearing one occasionally (but her dad immediately protested).

They were right though. It really wasn’t that bad to wear for the outing. (Y/n) just couldn’t eat as much as she had liked, but she supposed it was for the better. Not many people talked to her, thankfully, but a few of the older women recognized her and asked about how she was doing. She kept it simple and short: “I’m an E.R. nurse at a the Kaliedo New Hope Hospital. I’ve been doing amazing, what about you?” And then she would insert a compliment.

After the party, (Y/n) pulled Carter to the car so she could get home and into some more comfortable clothes.

“You were natural out there.” He told her matter-of-factly, glancing over at her while driving.

“Yea but it wasn’t natural.”

“I disagree.”

“Then you really don’t know me,” she tilted her head back and laughed a bit. “I just wasn’t meant for all that.”

“You grew up with it.” His voice was a bit sterner, pressing harder on his opinion.

“Yea but that’s when I was a kid. I grew up. I grew. I changed, Carter.”

He sighed. “I know.”

(Y/n) bristled and side eyed him, “What’s that sigh for?”

“I can’t understand why you live the way you do.”

“Excuse me?” She immediately sat up, glaring at Carter. “The way I live? I live how I want to.”

“Or do you live how your father wants you to?”

“If I lived how my dad wanted me to live I would’ve gone into agriculture,” she snapped. She turned to look at the road when she suddenly put her hand over his on the wheel. “You can pull over. I’m walking home.”

“No you are not.”

“Carter,” she stared straight at him, “pull over or I’ll make you swerve off the road.”

Not one to question her truthfulness to her threats, he pulled over and watched as she got out.

It began to rain.

Hard.

Carter sighed, not driving away as (Y/n) messed with her heels so she could walk more comfortably.

“Get back in.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and-“

“-And get your seats wet? I’m like half a mile home dude. I’ll give the girls their stuff back tomorrow.” And with that, she started walking away.

Of course, Carter didn’t just let her walk home alone, no no. He followed her from a distance to make sure she was safe. She was so eager to just get into her house that she never once looked back to see a car following.

After a few days, (Y/n) went back to work but was called to an office by her boss when she finished her twelve hour shift. And (Y/n) was immediately shocked.

“You’re firing me? What did I do?” She was panicking over remembering what she could have possibly done wrong to any of her patients.

“Nothing, you’ve been great to work with, (Y/n), you really have. We just think you’re better suited somewhere else.”

“Where?”

(Y/n)’s boss fell silent after that, pursing her lips.

“Please just go home. I’ll be happy to do any recommendations for a future job.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” (Y/n) raised her voice, but it wasn’t quite a yell yet.

“(L/n).”

“Yea… well, thanks for letting me know,” she told her. She finished her sentence as she exited the building though. “After I did my shift.”

She called Carter when she got in the car and he suggested they meet up at the harbor. Thankfully, (Y/n) had a nicer set of clothes in her car. Good thing she didn’t clean it out.

“And she told me I was fired AFTER my shift. Who does that?” She crossed her arms and huffed.

“I don’t know where I’m going to work. Or if anywhere will hire me, I mean would someone really hire a nurse who doesn’t even know why she got fired?”

“The castle needs a nurse.” He offered.

“Carter, I don’t-”

“They need someone who can work twelve hour shifts and stay on their feet. They need someone who can work under pressure and think quick. You worked in an E.R., I’m sure you fit all of those requirements.”

“Pfft, who knows.”

Carter stayed silent, knowing that he was the one who called the hospital, demanding for them to fire her.

Quieter, she added in, “do you really think they’d let me?”

He nodded. “I’m sure of it. In fact, I can get you an interview by next week.”

“Thank you,” she smiled meekly, upset at the loss of her job but hopeful about bouncing back. Not like she necessarily wanted a job at the castle, but she did need to make money.

She made sure to cover her tattoos for the interview and dress professionally. While she took out her septum and eyebrow piercings she kept her triples in her ear. Her makeup, to Carter, was still a little gaudy but much better than her usual makeup.

She walked into the office to see a tall woman with long and thin brown hair greet her.

“What are your connections with us?” The lady, stiff and stern, asked her as soon as she sat down.

“My father worked as a gardener of the castle for about twenty five years, eight of those I was also living living at the castle. My mother-“

“Stop.” (Y/n) was petrified at what she had already done wrong, but the lady suddenly smiled at her. “Don’t tell me, your mother was (M/n)!”

“Yes,” she breathed out in relief, “how did you-“

“I was one of her friends growing up. I remember you when you were a baby,” the lady seemed like she was going to reach out and take (Y/n)’s hand but stopped herself. “Oh, you look just like her. She’d be so proud of you being a nurse… and your father is-“

Now it was time for (Y/n) to cut her off. “-alive and well. He moved back to the country side.”

The lady gave her a sweet but faux smile, continuing, “I’m glad to hear that. Now,” she placed down her hands over (Y/n)’s resume. “Are you ready to hear the news?”

“Yea,” (Y/n) fake smiled and laughed a little.

“You got the job! Oh, I can’t wait to work with you!” She leaned over the table to give her a hug. “Congrats! Here’s a binder with a few questions about the job!”

(Y/n) wished she was back to seeing the stern lady because she just couldn’t understand what qualifications she had that would lead to her immediately getting a job at a castle. No way could this be a serious job if it’s up to whether or not the interviewer liked someone’s parents. Actually, she thought, that made sense here.

-

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?” She turned around to see Mrs. Kaudry, her new boss, approaching her.

“I decided that you should move departments.”

“Wha-“

“-You know that with higher society comes different social norms and manners, I’m sure. Much different than the countryside your father is from.”

“Yes.” Damn, she’s always getting cut off here.

“Well, just to help you get a better hold on them, Carter offer- ahem, Carter is going to be your tutor.” Mrs. Kaudry remembered that he insisted that she doesn’t say he offered to be her tutor.

Good thing (Y/n) didn’t catch that slip up. She was way too busy being pissed off at how, even when it has nothing to do with him, they still find a way to bring down her dad. Jeez, how could her mom even be friends with these people?

“Mm, wait, how does me learning manners correlate with switching departments? And where am I going?”

“Well, not doing twelve hour shifts will give you more time to be tutored daily.”

Daily? Jesus.

“And you’ll be switching to the schooling nurse for the sick children here.”

“Oh… okay.”

After four days, she sat down with Carter for another tutoring session.

“How’s work?”

“Boring. Easy. So easy. Carter, these kids have fevers. That’s all I’m treating. A fever and maybe a bruise.”

“That sounds better than the E.R.”

“I enjoyed the work there. I enjoyed feeling useful. At this rate my dad could fill in for me and no prescription would change.”

“Enough complaining.” He told her and began to teach. (Y/n) had begun to become a very diligent student under his care. Mrs. Kaudry had begun to plan to move her back to the E.R unit of the castle. Which, honestly, didn’t get many patients either. But when they did (Y/n) was always right on it.

There was a party later that week that Carter had insisted she come to, but she was still stubborn. He understood part of it, the parties really did last a while, but still, that was no excuse. Not anymore.

He walked into her room and almost had to do a double take at her. She was in no way dressed for a royal party. Instead of immediately announcing his thoughts, he (being so considerate of her feelings) opted for a different way.

“You need to dress more modestly.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not wearing it to the party… Because I’m not going.” She added.

“Where are you going then?” He eyed up and down her tight shorts that cut off right as her thigh began and a tight hot pink crop top.

“One of the clubs I used to go to. When I still worked at New Hope.”

“Don’t you know how men can act. You represent the castle now, you cannot-“

“-I’m an adult Carter. I’m wearing what I want.” She turned to him for another quick second. “And we both know the only man I’ll listen to is my dad.”

“Perhaps that’s the problem.” He began walking towards her swiftly.

“What?” She was somewhat shocked but mostly frightened as she was backed into a corner with the tallest man she knew staring her down.

“You were meant for this lifestyle. He is a farmer-“

“-he is my FATHER. And I’m meant to be a nurse. It doesn’t matter where. But I’m not meant for the dresses and glamour.” She tried to get out of the corner but was stuck with Carter not budging. “Look, if this is you wanting to hang out we can do that anytime, I just don’t want to go to this dance. Just stop being so damn pissy-“

In a sudden moment, she was lightly slapped. She stared wide-eyed at Carter. Not like the slap necessarily hurt, but it was more in shock than anything.

“Language.”

“What?? You don’t control me-“

“-last time I checked I was in charge of teaching you etiquette. By the way you act I might as well take care of you. Now come,” he tightly held onto (Y/n)’s wrist and dragged her to the couch.

“I’m not going to the party.”

“You’re right. We aren’t going,” he made sure to emphasize the we part. “Now, let’s go over manners.”

“Jesus,” she placed a hand over her forehead but quickly went to a perfect posture and lightly smiled expression, suddenly under criticizing eyes. After the brief, but harsh, session, Carter asked a few more questions.

“What remains covered?”

(Y/n) was confused at first before realizing he was talking about her outfit. “My… chest. And stomach.” He wanted her to continue on. “And thighs?”

“Correct. How should you speak?”

She looked down, embarrassed to be treated this way. “Softly and kindly.”

“And?”

“I will not act this way again, Mr. Harris.” God, she wanted to kick herself for doing that.

But he was quite pleased that she didn’t need to be reminded to call him professionally during lessons.

A few weeks later, she was in trouble with him once more. As she began to become more and more comfortable with high society life, she seemed to get in trouble for smaller and smaller things.

“All I did was tell her that her son having a bruise wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. He could’ve twisted his ankle!”

“And,” she kept going, “it was one little

slip up. So why am I locked up in your room missing out on visiting Mrs. Kaudry for tea?”

“I’ve already informed her. She understands.” That didn’t answer her question, but she didn’t care too much about answers. She just wanted to have tea with Mrs. Kaudry, honestly.

“This isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair is how you expect everyone to accept your negative attitude and poor mannerisms.”

“Well,” she hung her head slightly, feeling ashamed of her actions. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled. Progress. The old her would never apologize without him pressing.

He sat down on the couch next to her, about five inches from her. (Y/n) looked at him from the side and shyly moved closer to him, resting her head on his arm.

“I’m really sorry.”

He reached out with his other hand and lightly patted the top of her head.

“I know.”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief, knowing his project was almost complete.

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Life of the Party | Denki x Reader

(Please ignore the messed up formatting)

Since he was young, he was taught that staring was rude. His mother would pinch his ear or rest a cold hand onto the back of his neck as a warning to stop staring when people would pass. He knew better than to stare, but when it came to (Y/n), he had forgotten every rule he was taught and would stare at her under the disco lights. Red, blue, pink, red, blue, pink, the color sequence repeated. He stared at her dancing, moving her hips in a circle and not noticing anything else in the room. Her head tilted up and her eyes closed, enjoying the atmosphere. Her drink in her hand would never once spill. She was the center of attention.

Other girls would try and mimic her in the room, but no one could do better than the original. Their drinks would occasionally tip other and splash against their skin, but her skin looked practically perfect underneath the lights. He’d come to believe she would practice these moves to perfect them.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/n) suddenly turned around to face Denki, realizing he had been staring. “Is there something on my shirt?” She looked down and began to inspect her shirt.

“No, you-” he paused, trying not to sound awkward, “you dance well.”

“Thanks, I took lessons when I was a kid.”

“Hip hop?” He yelled over the music.

“And classical. C’mon Denki,” she tugged him back into the dance, her hands around his back.

She was… slow dancing with him? Kinda slow, at least. He would never waste this opportunity though, so he eagerly went along. All while a mosh continued behind them, they swayed together, ignoring the rhythm of “The Box,” playing behind them.

He, for a second, was worried about what everyone in the room would think: that they’d think he was weird. That is, until he realized that nobody was watching. Everyone was too busy dancing away from them. (Y/n) never cared about what people thought of her simply because she didn’t notice them. Denki could have sworn they only danced for one song, but when he lifted his head off of (Y/n)’s shoulder he saw that there were only a few people left. He looked at his watch and saw it was nearing closing time.

“Are you tired?” He asked her. She looked up, her eyes glancing directly into his, and shook her head.

“But there’s not much left to do around here,” she disconnected herself from his arms, making about a foot of distance between them.

“There’s that gas station open all night. Want to get energy drinks?”

(Y/n) smiled and nodded, quickly walking out of the club and standing outside in the cold winter air. It chipped against her exposed skin by the second.

“I guess I didn’t think about how our ride left already…” She laughed, hanging her head a little. “Well,” she grabbed his arm and began walking, “it’s not too far!”

Denki shivered at her touch, feeling how cold she was through his jacket. He then realized that her jacket was still in the car they took here. (Y/n) was in black ripped shorts and a bright red tube top. Her fingernails were painted to match her top and she had gold rings on two of her fingers.

“Denki?” He snapped out of his trance, “you’re dragging, c’mon.”

“Oh… Are you cold?”

“Yes! That’s why I want to get to the gas station, now come on.” She tried to drag him once more but he wouldn’t budge. He took off his jacket and gave it to her.

“Oh thank God,” she quickly put it on, “now come on.” She had finally dragged him into the gas station, relishing in the warmth of the heater. Denki felt a little bad for the worker who was clearly tired and bored, scrolling through their phone. (Y/n) began typing rapidly on her phone, “whose house is closest?”

“Mine.”

“I’m calling us an uber. Too damn cold out for anything else.”

Denki began to go through the Monster’s, picking out his favorite flavor when (Y/n) suddenly tugged on his arm.

“Can we make battery acid?” Denki looked into her pleading eyes, desperately needing an energy drink. He immediately smiled and (Y/n) reached over him, grabbing her favorite Monster flavor. They stockpiled their arms with sour gummies, Monsters, and Gatorades before checking out and getting into the Uber to go home.

(Y/n) was fighting so hard to stay awake in the Uber, nodding off onto Denki’s shoulder every other minute. Of course, he didn’t mind though. As they walked into his house, (Y/n) threw her body over the couch, stretching her arms and yawning.

“Cmon,” Denki began shaking her awake again, “we gotta make the drinks.” (Y/n) rolled off the couch and stood up, walking to the counter and began making her drink with Denki. She mixed her Gatorade with Monster and added in Pixie Sticks, FunDip powder, sour gummy worms, sour AirHeads, and JuicyDrop Pops.

“Should we put in a shot of vodka?” (Y/n) asked.

“Yes,” Denki immediately grabbed the bottle and poured some in for both of them. They mixed the drinks a bit more. Denki and (Y/n) sat on the couch together, ready to try their drinks.

“Okay on three.” (Y/n) said. “One, two, three,” they both took a sip and immediately curled their faces up.

“Oh that’s so good,” (Y/n) took another drink. The sugar began to affect her immediately as her eyes widened up. At the end of their drinks, (Y/n) was clearly ready for another party, pacing back in forth in his house, rambling on and on. Denki couldn’t help but stare at her as he laid on his couch.

“And that’s why I told him that I never actually tried the pie because I ate too much salsa and chips but then he got all upset because I lied about his pie and I felt really really bad but I was full and then I tried the pie in front of him and it was actually really good but yea, that’s how we met. Oh! Those Pixie Stixs!”

“The Pixie Stixs?”

“Yea, they were banned at our school because we kept on snorting them. I mean, I tried to once but it really hurt my nose and then one of my friends kept sneezing blue snot and the teachers got all mad us, oh, do you think Eiji’s up?” She looked at the clock for a second.

“Uh, Eijirou is probably,” the clock flicked on and off, “waking up soon to go workout.”

“So probably not up for another round.”

“(Y/n), it’s four a.m., how do you still want to party?” Denki would admit he could party for a while, but not like how (Y/n) could. All she needed was an energy drink and she was ready to go. As long as she never stopped moving, she wouldn’t feel tired.

“I mean, I’m tired, but I still wanna do something.”

“What if we just did something tomorrow, I mean, tonight? And when we wake up we can go shopping or something so you can buy another outfit.”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Nothing,” Denki shrugged and laid down on the couch, “you just like to buy new outfits for different parties.”

“You,” (Y/n) paused, her voice softening, “you remembered that?”

“Of course I did,” his eyes began to flutter shut. “And maybe while we’re at it you can buy a jacket.”

“Ha,” she laughed a little, feeling the fatigue creep up on her as she stayed still for a while, “maybe I’ll keep it… God, I’m tired,” she put a hand up to her forehead. She fell back onto the couch with Denki, but the couch really wasn’t that wide. They were right up next to each other. (Y/n) began to stroke the black streak through Denki’s hair, soft eyes staring at his, wide and in shock.

“Your hair is so soft,” she whispered. She suddenly closed her eyes and then immediately fell asleep on him. Denki sighed, staring at (Y/n) in a haze. He knows he shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. He closes his eyes and presses a kiss to her forehead.

Shitshitshitshit

Her eyes were fluttering open. Oh shitshitshit

“Well finally,” she whispered and wrapped an arm across his body.

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This (along with other works) is also posted on my AO3, TheRealAuthorDiva, under BNHA Oneshots

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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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MHA Headcanons | Sports the Guys Would Play

Except my school doesn’t have many sports so there’s no variety

Kirishima

American Football.

Football, football, football

He makes those Instagram posts before every game

“#onesleepaway”

I’m not sure on his position but I could see him on the line

Absolutely loves getting dirty in the mud on a Friday Night

Also does shotput, discus, and pole vault in track but mostly to prepare for football

Bakugou

Football

Star Quarterback

But his freshman year he got moved up to Varsity on the line

Got absolutely chewed out by a senior his freshman year for getting a penalty for language and excessive violence

Had to get escorted off the field for excessive violence his sophomore year

He makes an Instagram post every pre-season and post-season

Pre-season caption is “we’re back,” every year

Shoto Todoroki

First, some history

His father was the star quarterback and was an absolute stud

Dabi was also quarterback

Except he was bad and cocky

Natsuo was wide receiver

Shoto played Varsity running back freshman and sophomore year

Quit and joined cross country to make his dad mad

Ran track since Deku joined

Runs the 800, 4x8, 4x4

Deku

Cross country and track.

First joined xc just to be busy

Now he runs the 1600 and 3200 in track

(And wormed his way into the 4x8)

Denki

Baseball

Definitely used to be the kid that was playing in the dirt during T-Ball and that’s how his coach remembered him when he came to try-outs.

Coach was floored when he saw how quick he was

He is an absolute stud on shortstop

Basketball, but not very good. But he has a good time

Sero

Basketball

He’s good too

Blocks anyone who’s taking a shot

Has a great arm. Makes almost every shot

Tenya

Cross country and the team captain

Is a sprinter in track and damn good at it too.

Went to state his freshman year and has gone each year since.

Also, basketball. I just see it. Probably has the best defense on the team

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How could I forget to add in AC/DC 😩

They absolutely love AC/DC as well

Danganronpa Headcanons

Mondo and Leon both listen to 80’s rock

They love Ozzy Osbourne

Mondo taught Leon how to ride a motorcycle and when they ride together they blare Crazy Train

Leon is trying to make a band with Mondo now. Mondo on the drums and Leon on bass guitar