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queentheweeb · 2 years

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Bakugo X Skinny Dysphoric Female Reader X Todoroki

A/N: I got a new laptop and doing better mentally so hopefully I can upload some more one-shots :)

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Understandably, you were Japan's 'beauty standard'. You had a flawless face, long thin legs, a flat stomach-and backside as well. You had long thin arms with a narrow face and neck. You got compliments all the time about your legs and arms but, you couldn't stand it. You absolutely hated those compliments because they did not bring you joy or make you want to smile. They made you want to hide in your room for months and not look at anyone. You hated how skinny you actually were. Whereas people saw model material as always being the 'first choice' cause of your physical attributes, you saw a failure. You did not want to be a model, you did not want people to only talk to you or want you because you have a "slim beautiful figure'. That is not what you wanted, you wanted to be a hero. You wanted to inspire others to be true to themselves and to be heroes as well. You wanted to save, rescue, and protect people. That was kind of hard when everyone in the hero course thought you were starving yourself and were going to fall over at a moment's notice. You in fact ate as much as Momo and Rikido but, the weight never got put on. Your metabolism was way too fast.

"Y/N, can you answer the question please." You jerked to look at Aizawa whose eyes were boring into yours. You looked sheepish not having an answer because you were lost in thought

"I'm sorry I was daydreaming. I don't know the answer." He hummed moving on to the next person for the answer. You decided to pay attention to the rest of class ignoring the burning feeling of someone staring hard into the back of your head. Class ended and the next class was math with Ectoplasm. You hated math for one or two reasons. You sat in a group with Bakugo and Todoroki which was sometimes bad considering Shoto's need to poke at Bakugo with a smirk on his face. The second reason is that Mineta sits behind you and he always has something to say about your physique. As if you are not aware of how you look. You glanced at Momo as she talked with Iida and Izuku about quirks. You would kill for her body. Because of her body's need for food due to her quirk using lipids, she has a tummy and stretch marks. She gets insecure sometimes but, she has nothing to be ashamed of. She's gorgeous and is one of the smartest people in the class.

"Are you okay Y/N?" You turned to Shoto who snuck up beside you. He always did that. He also did not know what personal space was but, you didn't mind in the slightest. You liked that he invaded your personal space

"Yeah, I'm fine." He glanced between you and Momo. You knew you were caught.

"If you are not fine...you can come to me to talk if you're comfortable." You smiled softly patting his cheek gently

"I'll take that into consideration." You pulled away continuing to walk feeling a strong presence behind you. You chanced a glance jumping at the sight of angry red eyes.

"Take this." You looked down at what he was offering and saw it was your favorite protein smoothie. You gently took it from him looking up to see he averted his eyes to the side glancing at you when he felt you looking at him.

"Thank you, Kats." His eyes widen at the nickname before scowling at you and pushing you to walk ahead

"Hurry up, we're going to be late." You don't understand how you're going to be late when you were literally 5 minutes early to Ecto sensei class. "What are you looking at icy-hot!" You noticed he hasn't been adding bastard to the end of it.

"Nothing special." Before Bakugo could blow a fuse. You guys entered the class and took your seats. Bakugo resorted to glaring at Shoto whereas Shoto chose to simply smirk at him.

"You're on thin ice." Shoto blinked tilting his head to the side.

"Be sure to catch me when I slip." Bakugo choked a retaliation on his lips but of course, Mineta had to make a comment about you again.

"Damn two of you still wouldn't be big enough to fill the seat. You need to eat whatever Momo is eating so-" He didn't finish before he was encased in ice muffling his voice. You didn't even bother to turn around to look at him too lost in thought. You thought you were actually doing a little better. You had gone to therapy for your dysphoria, and even bought clothes your size to fit you instead of clothes twice your size to try and hide your physique but, all it took was one comment to set you all the way back. It wasn't your fault that you were skinny, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't gain weight. You were trying. You always tried but it didn't work out.

"I'll be back." You felt claustrophobic. You ignored the sound of ice breaking and an explosion going off opting to run to the bathroom. You needed a moment to breathe. You made it to the bathroom in time for the tears. You felt so ugly. You didn't feel pretty, you felt like an unwanted, ugly little thing who couldn't fend for herself. A sob came loose and that's when the dam broke. You didn't bother hiding your sounds wanting the world to know how you felt. You didn't know what to do. You didn't know how to make yourself feel better about your body. Dysphoria was a bitch. You were mildly aware of the door opening before two pairs of arms wrapped tightly around you from the front and back. Your eyes were closed as you clung to the warmth. You didn't dare open your eyes until you were done sobbing snot and all coming out. Once you were done you pulled away wiping at your nose and eyes. You opened your eyes after hearing movement only to see the two people you least expected.

"You're feeling better?" Shoto was the one who broke the silence as Bakugo went to get some wet paper towels and dry ones for your face. You nodded numbly taking the stuff from Bakugo and thanking him.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry. That grape fuck was talking out his ass but I don't think he will be saying anything to you for a long time." You blinked at Bakugo before nodding. Fair enough.

"I know my words won't carry anything...but, I think you're beautiful." You smiled bashfully at Shoto despite how blotchy and swollen your face felt.

"She already knows that icy-hot. She wants answers and I got the perfect healthy regiment for you." You blinked at Bakugo as he squatted down to your level. "You're going to eat what I make you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yes, you eat but not the right things. You'll be at your happy weight in no time." You were speechless. He was rough with his words but, you knew he never said anything he never meant

"While he does that, I can help with academics and compliments. If that's okay with you." You looked shocked at Shoto giggling. This had to be the strangest turn of events to have happened to you today.

"Yes...it's fine." Bakugo nodded hauling you to your feet.

"Good, now we got a class to head back to." You nodded going to wash your face some more feeling a bit better before following the other two out of the bathroom and back to Ecto sensei's class.

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Thoughts?

#anime #manga #fanfic #bnha #mha #fanfiction #quotev #quirks #fluff #x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #shoto x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x female reader x shoto #katsuki bakugo mha

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rydrake6 · 2 years

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Vent post: TW for suicide and self harm and School maybe? Idk how to format these.

I know that I don't usually make posts like this, but I just need somewhere to express that I am incredibly fucking stressed out about school. I'm probably at least a hundred assignments behind and I was supposed to work over the break, but I just spent the whole week getting stressed out and hating myself for not being able to get on my stupid school account and actually get work done. I don't know why, but I'm terrified to do any work. Maybe it's a fear that I'm not going to be able to get anything done, maybe my account having my deadname on it has something to do with it, I don't know. Me saying at least a hundred isn't an exaggeration, by the way. Because one time I was behind on FIFTY SEVEN ASSIGNMENTS!!! I had a mental breakdown on the first day of school and wasn't able to get any work done, so I've been behind ever since. It doesn't really help that my financial math class makes no fucking sense and the one time I tried to get help from the actual teacher of that class was more concerned with my grade than actually helping me understand the material. "Do the discussion questions and you'll get a good grade." Motherfucker how am I supposed to answer the discussion questions if I don't understand what they're about? I got a math tutor and even she thinks that this class is too complicated. But I just HAD to go into financial math because I NEEDED a class that I'd actually be using in the world. My other classes aren't even that bad, they're fun even. But I'm so far behind in them and I'm so terrified of going back into that account that I don't want to do them. The fun of learning is lost when I can't think about doing it without also thinking of killing myself or self harming! That's not an exaggeration either. I literally cannot think about getting to the fucking mountain that is my overdue school assignments without thinking about killing myself. Or at the very least, it's hard to not think about suicide when I'm thinking about school. Which is a problem, because I need to be able to do schoolwork, but I can't do schoolwork when I'm thinking "I would actually rather die than do this." The thing is too, I'm passing my class. I don't have straight As, but I am passing. I've even been called a model student by the director of the virtual academy himself. There are just so many assignments and I can't possibly get all of them done and my completionist and perfectionist ass doesn't want me to leave any assignment behind. And because I'm leaving so fucking many assignments behind, I'm beating myself up for this. I always beat myself up about school stuff, because there's not really much going on in my life. Up until recently, I didn't have a life outside of school. I've always gotten good grades, good notes, good behavior, and comments from the teachers saying "Rydrake is full of life and brightens everyone's day in the classroom." I actually used to enjoy school too. Maybe it's the fact that I went to a Waldorf Charter school, but I actually felt accepted there most of the time. I enjoyed the lessons. I had friends. I remember one time in 7th grade, we were coming in from recess and the teacher started talking about picking up trash in the classroom and he picked up a piece of paper and unfolded it. It was a breakup letter and everyone in the class was arguing who's it was. Eventually the teacher wrote on the initials of the people on the board and it turned out to be King George and the American Colonists. It was an introduction to a history lesson. That was probably around three years ago now. That's my best memory from school. I have so many good memories at that school. I have so many good memories, but I can barely remember anything before covid. I still remember the last day before the quarantine, too. We were standing lined up at our classes log (We had logs, wood not documents, for every grade class) and we said our goodbyes like usual. Next thing I know we're doing classes on a screen and assignments in our google classroom. I think shortly after that I started figuring things out.

#vent post #vent tag #school vent #Idk how to tag things #But this is a vent post

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essektheylyss · 2 years

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wip wednesday excerpt! it's funny, folks seem to enjoy reading wizard theorizing (as do I!), but godddd I hate writing it. wdym I have to be clever and thoughtful and scientific? I have a film degree. my school had one math class total and it was literally called "Math."

unfortunately it does come with the territory, so here's a bit of a discussion regarding popular theories about the boundaries of the planes, feat. not one, not two, but THREE wizards:

“How is the jury still out when you can just try different runes and approaches and see what works?” Essek barks a laugh. “Fjord.” Veth frowns. “What about Fjord? How is it his fault?” “He is the type of spellcaster who utilizes arcane forms, but casts them in ways that defy logic and physical law,” Essek says. “He utilizes runes, but he does not inherently understand them. Often the laws themselves are secondary to the will to create the effect one wants.” “Which is also why you can have many runes that create the same effects, or runes that cause multiple effects, either on their own or in tandem with other runes,” Caleb adds. Veth throws up her hands. “Well why study, then? If it’s all bullshit—“ “It isn’t ‘all bullshit’,” Essek laughs. “It is merely, ah, different types of bullshit.” “Arcane learning is one of many vehicles through which to access these things, and each arcane learner will create their own version of that particular vehicle.” Caleb leans back in his chair. “Which is the primary reason we’re able to look at this spell cast one way in a very stringent arcane system, and formulate other methods of using it.”

#not pictured: fucked up warlock who gives every wizard in a three mile radius a migraine by existing #critical role #cr fic #wip wednesday #also do need everyone to know that the 'Math' class comment is literally not a joke #it was Math I and it was a farce lmao #I didn't take it cuz I prereq-ed out of the math requirement six ways to sunday #also. not a joke lmfao.#this is why I feel the need to read a bizarre amount of science nonfiction lol #and am considering teaching myself calculus. it's FINE #that's the only reason I can get away with this shit and also have opinions on how magic works lol #the luminous worlds wizard theorizing was so philosophical that it was fine (nerve-wracking to write in a different way but fine)#but this has SO MUCH MORE INVOLVED. WHY DID I DO THIS TO MYSELF. AUGH.#also my friend has reminded me that we also had a science minor. A MINOR. IN SCIENCE.#what science you ask? JUST SCIENCE.#honestly that's even funnier but the singularity of that one math class haunts me

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threepointseven · 3 years

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A bimbo s/o

Type-HC’s 🌷 (modern highschool au!)

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x fem!reader, diluc x fem!reader, xiao x fem!reader

Note🍀= im experimenting with modern au’s rn hehehe, also i forgot how nice it is to write stuff you actually wanna write <333 this is also super self indulgent btw because idk my friend called me a bimbo the other day and i had to search up what it was, idk why ppl think its an insult who doesnt wanna be called the equivalent to karen smith??🤨

A himbo boyfriend

Genshin masterlist

Xiao

- So confused. So so confused..

- He’s a really studious person. He scores 100% in almost all subjects and his knowledge is impeccable, so how surprising do you think it is when you see the dude thats famous in your school for being an absolute drag and always getting gold medals in academic competitions dating the girl who literally fails 3 subjects each semester..?

- He doesnt think its funny or worrying hes just lost.

- Your pretty, pink, and dumb. Thats your thing but he cant help but force you to study-

“….love, what is this?”

“Hm? Math and science? Yeah what about it?”

“How did you get an F on both of them..”

- he loves you to pieces but your gonna need some hella tutoring from this guy

- He will not admit it but he finds it sort of cute watching you get all dolled up for literal tutoring and crying halfway through cause your nail polish is chipped

- It always cheers him up for some reason, watching you be as carefree as you want, not worrying about grades at all

“Xiaooooo!!!! Can you do my math homework?” You bat you pretty eyelashes and pout at your boyfriend thats currently studying. “Do it yourself.” “I need to get my nails done though!”

You dramatically sigh and you frown, twirling your hair while staring at him with your doe eyes. “.. fine.” (He was gonna do it anyways-)

- If anyone calls you dumb he’ll beat them up <3

- There was this one time where a group of girls commented on how you were always dressed up and how idiotic you are and he ruined their life(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Diluc

- Worried, confused, sick of it.

- Every time you do something dumb he just facepalms and sighs loudly. He’s strict and very smart, a teacher favorite if you must. He’s apart of a well known very wealthy family, everyone expected diluc to go out with an elegant and serious woman, but nope!

- He chose the girl that forgets how to pronounce numbers sometimes!

- He finds you so adorable and he loves you more than anything in the world but sometimes it worries him when he sees you so oblivious to everything around you.

- If he finds you too annoying he’ll give you a stack of cash and tell you to go shopping or something !!!

- From anyones perspective it literally looks like he’s your sugar daddy-

- Despite how he is hes so soft for you, even more since your so goddamn oblivious and gullible. It lights a fire in him and he becomes extra possessive whenever someone is around you, even more than xiao tbh-

- Your dumb and he doesnt exactly care but he cant help but feel so defeated when he hears you ask dumbass questions

“DILUCC!!!!! THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION!!”

“Hm? Yes? Whats wrong dear?”

“WHATS A TRIANGLE?”

- he stares at you like 🙁

- Dont get me wrong he’ll answer every question you ask him. He actually becomes way more studious and pays more attention to class because he knows you wont. So whenever you ask him a question regarding class or a subject he’ll know straight away and answer you!

- Its so cute—you can catch him in the library going through books and writing down notes on a separate notebook so he can give it to you

Scaramouche

- hes so sick of your shit—sweetie he adores you, your the only person he genuinely loves but he is so done with your shit.

- He’s a very intimidating person, especially in school. He competitive, aggressive and has this violent aura to him. No one really approaches him, so it was surprising even to him when he fell head over heels inlove with the dumbest girl in the entire school. He’s super reserved to everyone who isnt you

- The guy acts so annoyed when you ask stupid questions or complain about your hair and or outfits, but he actually really likes it-

- He feels so smart and superior whenever you ask him a question regarding school and he’ll ignore you for a day if he catches you asking anyone else about the homework

- He teases you and picks on you about how stupid you are but if it genuinely hurts your feelings he’ll stop and shout at himself in the mirror for the rest of the day 😆

- He knows your beautiful and it angers him so much when random creeps think they can take advantage of you simply cause your not as smart, he beats them up immediately btw <3

- If anyone is bothering you or saying your dumb he’ll tear into them. Physically and mentally— only he’s allowed to tell you you’re a dumbass

- All jokes aside he genuinely cares about if you pass your grade or not and tries his best to tutor you. He knows you wont listen to class so he has a separate notebook filled with notes specifically for you to understand, he’ll brush it off as backup notes but he really spent all night making sure he worded calculus in the simplest way possible for you.

- He’s also extremely possessive, hand is always around your waist, or if hes around people he dislikes, like childe and or signora he’ll be extra touchy, he has some kind of thought in the back of his mind that childe would definitely try to flirt with you if he was gone, and tbh he would probably manage to succeed since your so oblivious

“Scara! Its an emergency!” Your heels clack on the marble floor and your boyfriend drops his pen and immediately stares at you in slight worry. Your terrified face worries him as you writhe

“Huh?! Whats wrong?” He stays on chair, raising an eyebrow as you race to him on the verge of tears.

“M-my nails broke! And they were so expensive too!!!” You cling to him on the verge of tears as he stared into space blankly.

“Ugh.. i’ll give you some money to fix them tomorrow… just sit on my lap and be quiet for a second— you scared me..” he muttered the last part as he pulled you onto his lap, deadpanning at your broken pink nail.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x aether #xiao x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #diluc x traveler #diluc x reader

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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Practice Makes Perfect (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 3,823

Warnings: SMUT, loss of virginity, bad language, Tsukki being too damn beautiful.

Summary: It’s been several months after Tsukishima’s confession in the infirmary. You two are dating now, and after a study session in his room, you two decide to take your relationship to the next level.

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I hear you guys! I fucking see you!😂 we all need some Tsukki smut in our life so here is part 2 of Kiss it Better, I’ve included the link for anyone who hasn’t read the first part. I hope you all enjoy it and I would love the feedback afterwards:)

ALSO. I AM TAKING REQUESTS. I know I have some sitting in my inbox right now that I need to get to still so I apologize in advance if I can’t get your request out right away. But I literally adore all of you so much. Thank you for taking the time to read my shit writing:’) Anyway please enjoy the shit show lol.

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It had been several months since you and Tsukishima started going out, after his confession in the infirmary, and after you guys had walked home together – well – things just naturally fell into place.

It felt like your interactions were the same, he was still a cocky little asshole, teasing you and harassing you endlessly.

But it was different somehow. You guys were almost inseparable it seemed. There were sides to Tsukishima that only you got to see, an unsaid trust that went both ways. You confided in him, sought comfort in him, and he did the same. He was your person, and you were his.

You hadn’t realized how same and different it would be once you guys were in a relationship.

But you loved it all.

You loved every second of it.

You loved him.

You were in love with him, and while it was something that neither of you had said yet, that feeling was definitely there.

It was said through his endless lectures on how you needed to eat better, it was said through the way he held your hand, or when he carried your bag. It was said in the way that his eyes gleamed when you proudly showed him the latest photos you had taken.

It was said in the way that you praised him for being an amazing blocker in volleyball, it was said when you would give him a new dinosaur figurine. It was said when you would introduce him to a new song that reminded him of you.

No, you guys had never uttered the words ‘I love you’ to each other, but you did.

He did.

And that was all that mattered.

Right now, you two were currently cleaning up the classroom together, since it was your week to clean.

You guys easily conversed with one another as you wiped down the blackboard and Tsukishima swept.

“– because of those dimwits we had to do twice as many drills.” Tsukishima said, finishing his story on how exhausting yesterday's volleyball practice had gone.

“Kageyama and Hinata sure are energetic.” You mused, pausing your wiping to glance over at the tall blonde in amusement.

He sighed and looked over at you, “They’re idiots. They act like everyone has the same amount of stamina as them. It’s ridiculous.”

You couldn’t help the soft laughter that bubbled up from your lips. “I think you’re just lazy Tsukki.”

His eyes narrowed, but not at your comment, but at what you had called him. He had told you weeks ago to start calling him by his first name, considering that you guys have been dating for a while now.

He leaned the broom against one of the desks and walked over to you. You were near the teacher’s desk as you surveyed your work. He moved in front of your vision, towering over your small frame, causing you to crane your neck back to just look at his face.

He moved closer, his palm resting on the desk behind you, trapping you in.

“What’s the matter Tsukki?” you asked in confusion, your head tilting to the side.

His eyes narrowed further, a frown creasing his lips. “I told you to start calling me Kei.”

A soft blush covered your face as you broke the eye contact with him, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous.

“I – I know. It’s just a force of habit.” You mumbled quickly, shifting from foot to foot.

Tsukishima couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in closer to you, causing your back to press into the edge of the desk as you tried to put more distance between the two of you.

“Why are you acting so nervous?” he murmured, the hand not resting on the table coming up to move your hair over your shoulder.

You visibly flinched, which caused his smirk to widen as he saw the blush coating your face.

“I’m not nervous stupid!” you fired back, looking at him now. “You’re just too close!”

You could feel your heart racing, your palms accumulating sweat.

“I’ve been closer.” he said simply and pressed his body against yours, one of his thighs coming to rest between your legs. This caused your skirt ride further up your thighs, and you couldn’t help but clutch at the front of his uniform helplessly as you attempted to stabilize yourself.

Tsukishima wasn’t lying, he had been closer. Many times, in fact, in the comfort of his bedroom. While you guys had never actually had sex, it had gotten close.

If Tsukishima was being honest, it was because he couldn’t help himself. Your expressions were just too much, the sounds that escaped your mouth were incredibly sweet, it made him want more. Every time.

But the same could be said about you. Tsukishima was incredibly good looking, his lust filled expressions drove you insane, and the way he made you feel was just too good.

“S-Shut up idiot.” You moved to push him away from you, but he was already cupping your face and tilting your head up for a kiss.

You melted against him, kissing him back with vigor. You all but breathed want and need into his lungs as Tsukishima explored the wet cavern of your mouth, his tongue hot and wet as it rubbed against yours gently.

The kisses you shared always spoke volumes with how you were feeling. They ranged from short and sweet, to something incredibly passionate and needy.

Either one, they always left you breathless and needy, your head spinning with so much want and need.

Tsukishima’s grip on your jaw tightened ever so slightly as he continued to explore your mouth. His tongue tracing over your teeth and bottom lip before going back to massage your own tongue. You were at his will completely, not that you minded. Not that you could even think about anything else other than the way he was making you feel.

The leg between your thighs shifted suddenly and you felt yourself being pressed against his clothed thigh in the most intimate way. A surprised noise could be heard in your throat, and desire rippled through your body like a tidal wave.

Tsukishima pulled back slightly, allowing his lips to flutter against your jaw and down your throat. His fingers working at the buttons of your uniform.

You were left feeling delirious and incredibly achy. Your grip on his uniform tightening as you tried to get your bearings.

You finally realized where you were.

School.

You couldn’t do this here.

“Tsuki - ah - shima. S-Stop, we can’t do this here.” You gasped out, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as he nipped at the exposed skin of your collarbone, and at the same time pressed himself harder against your core. His hands were now on your hips, and at the same time that he pressed his thigh closer to you, he had moved your body forward, causing you to grind against him.

Pleasure rippled through your being; you knew that you were soaking wet right now. It was unfair how well he touched you, how he knew how to make you hot and bothered.

“I told you to call me Kei.” he murmured and dragged your body against his thigh again. A delicious gasp escaping your spit stained lips.

“K-Kei. We c-can’t do this.” You whimpered out. “W-We could get caught. A-And if y-you’re late to practice, you know that Yamaguchi will be sent out to find you.”

He sighed deeply, and reluctantly pulled away from you, adjusting himself accordingly. You were right. He didn’t want anyone seeing you like that, that was for his eyes only.

It was so hard for him to not want to continue after he saw your disheveled form. It was fucking beautiful. Your lips were swollen with his kisses, your shirt unbuttoned, exposing the dark mark he had left on your soft skin. Your skirt was hiked up on your thighs, and your face was dazed with want and need.

Tsukishima gritted his teeth, stopping himself from pushing you up on that desk and having his way with you finally.

It was silent as you guys made yourselves presentable and finished cleaning up the classroom. The tension was thick in the air, lust buzzing in the air between you two.

Club activities flew by and so did the walk home. The tension never disappeared between the two of you, which had made Yamaguchi a bit nervous as you all walked home together. Of course, he wasn’t aware of what had transpired in the classroom, nor could he decipher what exactly the tension was, but he could feel the strange energy between the two of you.

“You’re coming over tomorrow right?” Tsukishima finally said as he dropped you off at home.

“Yeah. I definitely need help studying for that math test next week.” you sighed frowning slightly.

“That’s why you need to take better notes in class. You can’t just keep drawing like a mindless idiot all the time.” Tsukishima said, causing you to scowl at him.

“Whatever asshole! Goodnight! Text me when you get home. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” You said childishly slamming the door in his face.

At least some things would never change between you two.

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You grumbled under your breath as you attempted the math problem in front of you.

You were in Tsukishima’s room, the said male was currently reading a book, sitting across the table from you and ignoring you completely as you struggled.

“I don’t get it.” You sighed, slouching your upper body on the tabletop. You hated math. It was your worst subject despite the good grades that you got.

His eyes flickered over to your dejected form before going back to his book. “Whining about it isn’t going to change anything.”

You scowled at his blunt statement, pulling your head up from the table, you stuck your tongue out at him. “Don’t be such an insensitive jerk.”

His eye twitched at your statement as he looked at you once more. Before he could retort his older brother entered the room carrying a plate of snacks.

“I thought you guys could use some food.” he said brightly, carefully placing the plate of food on the table.

Your mood brightened immediately. “Thanks, Akiteru!”

Tsukishima felt his eye twitch further, so you could easily call his brother by his first name but not his.

His brother smiled back, “No problem Y/n-chan! Ever since you and Kei started dating his mood has improved a lot!” he said, giving you a thumbs up.

Tsukishima slammed his book shut, placing it on the table and glowered at his older brother. “Don’t you have to go practice?”

He waved him off as he turned to look at you. “Who knew that Kei could get such a cute girlfriend!”

A soft blush coated your face much to Tsukishima’s annoyance, he stood up and began pushing his brother out of his room. As soon as he slammed the door shut and locked it, he turned his glare on you.

“S-Stop looking at me like that! I didn’t do anything.” You said nervously. He ignored you completely and took a seat right next to you, leaning in closer.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, your heart racing in your chest as he grabbed your chin, turning your head to look at him.

He was staring at you intensely. “You better pay close attention; I’m only going to help you go over this stuff once and if you miss any of the problems you can just go home.”

You frowned at his bluntness but nodded, nonetheless.

You weren’t sure how long it was, but you somehow finished the problems, and luckily didn’t get any of the answers wrong.

Tsukishima was surprisingly a good teacher. At least when he wanted to be, he was still incredibly impatient when teaching you, but you learned the material.

“Finally.” he muttered as you finished putting everything in your bag away, before you could say anything, he grabbed your arm and slammed his lips into yours.

You made a noise of surprise before kissing him back, eyes fluttering shut.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, his tongue prying your lips open and immediately beginning to fight your tongue for dominance. It was hot and wet and sent a wave of arousal throughout your entire body. The hand that was resting on your arm slid up to grab your jaw, fitting his mouth against yours perfectly.

His other hand moved to rest in the middle of your back, and before you knew it your world shifted.

Tsukishima had maneuvered your body to the floor, hovering over you. The hand that was on your back moved back around and you felt long slender fingers wrap around the back of your knee, carefully hiking your leg over his hip.

This new position allowed Tsukishima to get closer to you. He pressed his body into yours gently, being sure not to crush you with his weight. He adored the softness of your body, and the sweet smell of your skin.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted more.

Tsukishima carefully snapped his hips forward, pressing his growing member against you. The only clothing separating him from your weeping core was a pair of thin panties.

He groaned against your lips, pressing harder against you. A soft whimper from you egged him on, he couldn’t help himself. He grinded his hips harder against you, his member uncomfortably hard and searching for some kind of relief.

His lips began trailing kisses along your jaw and down your throat, his fingers brushing against your collarbone, pushing your shirt away to reveal more skin.

You gazed up at his ceiling in a daze, softly gasping at each thrust of his hips, you could feel your panties dampening further with your arousal as you clutched at his shoulders.

“Take these off.” he demanded huskily in your ear. He tugged at your jacket and shirt, his fingers dipping underneath the fabric and brushing against the delicate skin at your stomach.

“You first.” you breathed out, your own hands sliding beneath the blue shirt he opted to wear today. The tips of your fingers trailing softly against the hard lines of his stomach, his skin was warm and soft, the muscles flexing as he exhaled in a shudder.

He sat back on the balls of his feet, his hands easily removing his shirt, tossing it behind him on the floor. He almost moaned at the sight before him.

You were sprawled out on the floor, legs bent slightly at the knee, your skirt was hiked up just below your panties. Your face was flushed red, your eyes half-lidded as you stared him with desire. Your chest heaving up and down.

“Your turn.” he said simply and helped you sit half up. But before you could even remove the clothing yourself, Tsukishima was already at it. Pulling the jacket off your shoulders and then tugging your shirt over your head, revealing the soft white colored bra to his greedy eyes.

“Fuck.” he whispered under his breath, you were fucking beautiful, and you were all his. “Come here.” he breathed, pulling you easily onto your feet and then pushing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you.

You loved the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon. Like you were the brightest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. It made you feel wanted, loved, adored.

Tsukishima’s lips easily found yours once again, still needy and urgent. He was pressed against you between your legs once more, grinding softly against your soaked core.

His fingers trailing up softly from the hem of your skirt, up your stomach, to your ribs, and then they were cupping your right breast.

Kneading you softly through the cup of your bra. Like before, his lips began trailing kisses along your jaw, sucking at your throat, and then to the tops of your breasts.

His breath was hot and damp against your overheated flesh, his tongue flicking out to taste your soft skin. You tossed your head back in pleasure, unable to stop the sweet moans and gasps that were escaping your lips as he began sucking and biting.

“K-Kei.” You stuttered out, eyes slipping shut in pleasure. He glanced up at you and reached to pull one of the straps of your bra down, allowing one of your breasts to pop out freely.

He watched as your exposed nipple began to harden before softly engulfing the pebbled bud into the hot cave of his mouth.

Fuck, he’s never heard anything as sweet as the moans and high-pitched whines that escaped your swollen lips.

You couldn’t breathe, the pleasure was overwhelming as he began flicking his tongue back and forth against your nipple. The back of your hand resting over your mouth, attempting to quiet the moans that were escaping your lips. Tsukishima began rolling your nipple between his teeth carefully, causing you to arch your back off the bed.

Hot white pleasure shooting into your body, your lower half was on fire, burning with so much need. You had soaked through your underwear completely, and your cunt was throbbing to be touched now.

“Please.” You whined out, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. “K-Kei. Please.”

He hummed against your breast, releasing your nipple with a soft pop before moving up and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“What do you want?” he asked, voice low and deep. But he already knew that answer, his fingers already dancing across the zipper of your skirt, easily opening it, and pulling it down your legs, where you kicked it off of your ankles.

Tsukishima could have cum in his pants then and there. You had luckily decided to wear a matching bra and panties today, but that wasn’t why he was in awe. He could visibly see how wet you were.

Your wetness soaked through your panties; a dark wet spot easily being spotted by the tall blonde.

“Is this because of me?” he murmured, a long finger gently rubbing up and down against the stain. “You’re soaked.” he breathed out, feeling the moisture collect on his finger.

“Kei.” a high-pitched whine left your lips. “I-I want you. Please.”

He exhaled loudly through his nose and began removing the rest of your clothes, his gold eyes drank in your exposed body greedily.

This. this was all his. You were all his.

He then removed the rest of his clothes; his body bare for your eyes to see.

Tsukishima was the most beautiful person you had ever laid your eyes on. The muscles in his body flexing as you took him in, and then… he was fucking hard. It looked incredibly painful, his member pulsing and leaking precum.

Gently parting your legs further, he carefully rubbed his member against your glistening slit, moaning at the wetness.

This was it.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, gazing at you with a gentle expression, his thumb rubbing softly against your knee.

You nodded, fearing that your voice would shake with the nerves you were experiencing, but the desire for Tsukishima overshadowed that. You wanted him.

He shook his head. “I need to hear you say it Y/n.”

“I want you Kei.” you said breathless. “I-I love you.”

You weren’t… fuck, you weren’t planning to say that. You could feel panic rising in your chest, your eyes widening as you took in his expression.

Tsukishima’s eyes were wide, his lips parted softly at your statement. A soft blush coating his face.

“I love you too.” he finally said, and then pushed his hips forward.

The sudden pressure below, the intrusion you weren’t used to had you gasping loudly, throwing your head back at the unfamiliar sensation.

The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, there was the slight fear at the back of your mind that it would hurt based on all the stories that you had heard from your friends and senpais.

It was just different… but fuck. The expression that was now on Tsukishima’s face wiped away any kind of discomfort you may have been in.

His face was contorted in pure bliss, his eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in pleasure. It was a beautiful sight.

You were the one making him feel that way, you were the one that was giving him all this pleasure. This was yours to keep, this moment.

You gasped softly as he began moving, carefully rocking his hips against yours. His cock rubbed against your velvety walls, reaching a depth within you that you didn’t even know you had.

“Y-You’re so tight.” He stuttered out. “Feel so good.” he praised and began moving in and out of you more.

You were getting used to the uncomfortable feeling of being full; and that’s definitely what you felt when Tsukishima was inside of you.

It started to feel… good actually.

Tsukishima must’ve realized that as well, his speed and force increasing a bit more. He reached down and carefully began circling your clit with his thumb.

Oh fuck. No, that was good. That was really good. Your body jolted in pleasure, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“I’m close.” Tsukishima said panting, his eyes began to focus on your expression, wanting you to feel just as much pleasure as he was.

You were beautiful. You were so fucking beautiful, naked, and gasping, taking his cock so well. He gritted his teeth, hastily removing himself from your weeping core. Tsukishima grasped at his member tightly and thrusted twice into his fist before spilling himself onto your lower belly.

His cum was hot and thick as it splattered onto your skin, you had never seen anything more perfect than the way Tsukishima looked coming undone.

You couldn’t help but stare at him as he came down from his high. His blonde hair was disheveled, sweat gleamed on his pale skin, outlining the hard muscles in his arms and stomach.

When he finally opened his eyes they immediately softened as they took in your spent form.

“Hold on.” he murmured softly and got up to find a towel, carefully cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach.

You couldn’t help but to continue laying there, exhausted despite the fact that you hadn’t done much. After Tsukishima finished taking care of you, he pulled the blanket on the edge of the bed up as he laid next to you. You moved closer to the blonde male, resting your head against his chest, his fingers began combing through your hair.

“I’m sure that wasn’t good for you.” he said quietly, after a moment of comfortable silence. “But I plan on making you feel good every time from now on.”

“It was good.” You said softly, on the verge of sleep. “We just need more practice… like volleyball.”

Tsukishima laughed softly against your hair. “Shut up stupid. Go to sleep.”

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trippymockingquake · 2 years

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Well that was something… loved kourtney. Me and Maddox both wanted to murder Channing. EJ really needed several hugs. Ashlyn and big red both being bi is definitely interesting. I won’t really miss nini never really liked Olivia but oh well. I’m assuming the whole summer was in august or Val takes second summer classes because colleges usually start second/third week of august. With that being said there needs to be a Snyder version of this season because the math is not aligned. Miss Jen I missed you. That play was fantastic EJ and Maddox really put a lot of work into it and it was great. Season 4 will be interesting and to everyone saying that EJ should have had a plan in life…that’s inaccurate stop listening to those adults who keep telling you “you should know what to do” or “this is what you should do” I’ve worked with high schoolers and I’ve been there. I’m going to go on a quick rant:

Adults are not always right and sometimes we don’t know how to verbalize what we want because adults will see it as a dream or long shot or something we won’t be great at. EJ struggled to find his place and when he found it his dad didn’t approve I’ve met a lot of people that have the same issue and I had the same issue. Once I was finally got away from my parents I stopped caring what my parents thought I went after what I wanted and what I was passionate about. But not everyone is blessed with getting into college right away and not everyone is blessed with parents who are supportive or at least understanding.

Anyways this final was definitely…a thing they did I will say I noticed this season that I don’t like Gina and Ricky’s voice together and I think it’s because of their vocal registers. Separately I do enjoy their voices though. Loved the 8th graders/ rising freshman Emmy and Alex they were lovely. I liked “this is me” but I still think it should have been sung differently. Carlos during the trailer was so funny and so were everyone’s reactions. Also when did big red sign the release. Anyways this season was a rollercoaster and I feel like it was more of a filler season.

If you disagree and choose to comment don’t act like a jerk. No I don’t like rina and I could careless about portwell so don’t start that here if you’ve seen another of my posts that’s in reference to some Rinas on Twitter being absolute asswholes and literally being cyberbullies over a ship yes portwell lovers do the same but rinas come out in the masses and it’s not good.

Ps. My tags stopped working

#hsmtmts #maddox hsmtmts #ej caswell #gina porter #ashlyn caswell #val hsmtmts #jet hsmtmts #elton john caswell #ashlyn hsmtmts

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captain-natey · 3 years

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Hello everyone! I want to share with you this incredible comment that @artemidisumbra left under my "In Your Eyes" rivetra fanfiction.

The story is set in high school AU and tells the story of transgender male Levi who has a hard time believing that the new popular girl in school crushes on him.

It means SO MUCH when someone outside the trans community shows the support, you can't even imagine.

I was really worried that most people won't want to read it just because he was born without a dick. Every kudos under this fanfic makes my day 🥺

Please take a moment and read it ❤️

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I want to break the ice: I love it. Literally. All the elements, the way in which you had described Levi inner emotions, the cruelty but also the love of the environment in which he is placed, his safe-net circle of friend and his lovely motehr (Kuchl is always adorable, but in this one her love and support says A LOT), his courage (because IS COURAGE) of being himself, even if it cost a part of your social life and it gains you a lot of flying s*it.

The fear of accepting that the lovely, sweet, always-smiling, popular, shining readhead girl who is sitted next to you at math class COULD HAVE a crush on you; why fear? Because it will be that could reject you when she discover your "biological secret"; that one that make you ashamed of youself, considering that it's not who you are, it not define you. So you close yourself in a cold, iron shell in the hope that her warming presence will not hits you in any way. There is no opportunity in this world, who rejected him in every possible manner, that he could experiment love, let alone with that beautiful redhead with a normal life and every occasions of being accepted by the society.

But then, he sees an opening.

The part in which Petra is crying by the evil rumors that were spreading aroud her literally stole my heart. The way in which you described the intere scene, with these little gestures of Levi that lits up his cigarette and looks at her; when he squats before her and pats her head to comfort her...because he knows how it feel like; I thought "This will be exactly what Levi would do in that case". And then, these lines:

"I wish I was so tough like you to not get bothered over the rumors."

He looked at her blankly until he understood the meaning of her words. She didn't know. Didn't believe, because he passed as a cis guy so much. A feeling of gender euphoria fell on him but he didn't show it.

"Yeah."

Oh dude. I was breaking in tears: the fact that he feels FINALLY that he can be a man to her eyes. The fact that he is a man, because if she considers him a man is because he IS a man. And he can have a chance with her. This part is very important, as I said to you yesterday: is meaningful; people who are comfortable with their biological sex (like I am) don't always understand the uneasy feeling that feel like in a way and being considered in an other. So what Levi feels is so tender, so powerful, that I said inside me "Go Levi, you can do everything you want!"; and is so important that is Petra who empower him to feel this way. Lovely.

And then, when they kissing right after the "artificial" game-of-bottle kiss, and that is LEVI to ask her a kiss...oh God, I was so happy in that moment that it like I was involved in first person, as I told you. Don't know why, but it means so much to me, seeing their relationship developening, Levi's boosted-confidence because of Petra, Petra admiration and crush on him...argh. Too much to handle ahahahhaha.

The final dialogue, than, is so fitting, so true, so incredible realistic...so tender. Petra is the one, in the canon series, that understand deeply Levi and accepted him as leader, as a man, and as a man to love. Here Petra does the same: she loves him because who he is, deeply and totally. It's beautifully conceived, and very IC, I have to say.

In the end, what I want to say is this: we NEED more fanfiction like this, that express the first point of view of what the society considers "different", but it isn't. Fanfictions that can show us the minority point of view, that exposes the vulnerabily of people who bravely choose to be theirselves. Reading has this powerful weapon: to provoke empathy in others. And I have to say it: is more IC this Levi that a lot of other Levis that I've read. He suffers, he fights his own battle, he doesn't give a fuck (pardon me the French) of others way of thinking and he loves, deeply, purely, freely.

I will die to read an other chapter of this fanfiction, Nate. If you need support, you know I'm here! This concept moved in me so many emotions that I've re-read it another time before writing this comment.

This have my heart. <3

#rivetra #citrinate writes #In your eyes #Levi x Petra #trans levi #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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talesofarcadia78 · 3 years

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Sorceress of Arcadia || Gnome Your Enemy

Summary: Y/n Lake is Jim Lake's older sister. She discovers that she is sorceress and her brother is the Trollhunter. She and the Trollhunters go on adventures together, they save trolls and humans. Along the way, a friend becomes more than just a friend and discovers their secrets.

Warning: None

Word count: 5,784

Tags: @lunariasilver

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“For centuries, the troll and human worlds stood seperate and at peace, divided by bridges that acted as doorways between our two realms. But the Gumm-Gumms wanted to devour all of mankind. They were led by Gunmar ‘the Black’. The rest of trollkind fought against him, culminating in the great Battle of Killahead Bridge, the portal to Gunmar’s Darklands. After many moons, good triumphed over evil, and our great Trollhunter, Deya ‘the Deliverer’, lock Gunmar away, exiling him to the Darklands, and sealed the Killahead Bridge with the sacred amulet. After, we tore it apart, stone by stone. We left the old world in search for peace. We stowed away on a ship called the Mayflower, just a handful of us and some gnomes we’d brought along for companionship and nourishment. Finally, we arrived in a strange and exotic realm,” Blinky explained.

“New Jersey,”Aaarrrgghh commented.

“We kept walking. Eventually, we came across a new Heartstone, and we realised we had found a new home… under Arcadia,” Blinky finished as you heard Jim snoring.

Blinky groaned and walked over to Jim. He slammed the book in front of his face.

Jim startled up, "¡Lo siento, Señor Draal! ¡No me mates!"

You had done Spanish in middle school, so you knew what he had just said.

"I'm sorry Mr. Draal! Please don't kill me!"

You giggled at his outburst. Jim glared at you quickly before he turned his attention to Blinky.

"The training of troll history might seem like a minor duty, Master Jim, but--" Bliny started to explain but was cut off by Jim.

"Sorry, I pulled an all-nighter studying for my Spanish Comprehension exam and my brain is muy gooey. I don't know. I guess I thought if I'm facing Draal in a week, my training would be a little more… active" Jim yawned, standing up.

"Yeah, like, when is he going to learn Troll-kwondo? Or Rock-itsu?" Toby inquired.

"Well, Jim has to learn why he fights, so it's kinda important to learn this," you explained.

"Miss y/n is correct. Before one fights, Toby D., one must understand why one fights. For these precious early steps will decide whether a young Trollhunter will become a Deya ‘the Deliverer’…" Blinky explained.

"Or Unkar ‘the Unfortunate’," Aaarrrgghh added.

"Well, tomorrow, my Spanish exam is with Señor Uhl ‘the Unforgiving’. My main concern is for my immediate future," Jim informed Blinky.

"A-ha! But, to learn what will happen in the future, one must only look to the past," Blinky explained.

"Ugh!"

"I recommend A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore by the venerable Bedehilde. Volume one of 47," Blinky recommended.

"Wow, that's a big book," you commented as Blinky gave Jim the book.

Due to the book being so big, Jim struggled to hold it. He eventually got a good hold of the book. Jim placed his Spanish textbook on top of the other book.

"Okay, but if I don't pass the exam, I'm grounded and I can't be the Trollhunter. Sorry, Blinky, but the amulet chose me, and now I have two lives to keep up," Jim explained.

Then, Bagdwella came running in stopping in front of you, panting.

"Are you okay Bagdwella?" you asked, putting your hand on her shoulder.

She shook your hand off, not wanting your comfort.

"Oh, no. Is it the Heartstone?" Blinky panicked.

"No! No!" Bagdwella denied.

"Stalkling?" Aaarrrgghh asked.

"Is Gunmar out?" you also asked.

Jim gave you a look that said 'Who's Gunmar?". You just rolled your eyes in response. He really should've been paying attention to Blinky's lecture.

"Is Bular in Trollmarket?" Jim guessed.

"No! Gnome! Rogue gnome!" Bagdwella yelled, her voice echoing throughout the Forge.

The six of you walked to Bagdwella's shop to investigate what the matter was.

"Get your toasters here!" a random troll exclaimed.

"First, I couldn't find my monocle, then my collection of bed coils. Now something disappears every minute!" Bagdwella explained.

Suddenly, a gnome whizzes past, stealing an item and making Bagdwella fall over.

"Ah, yes. Gnome," Blinky said, lending his hand to Bagdwella, but she slaps his hand away and gets up herself.

"Oh, dirty little pests. Up to last week, the glue traps were working fine," Bagdwella said, showing you all a skeleton of a gnome.

Just before you could say something, the gnome snatches the skeleton, making everyone gasp.

"Fix it, Trollhunter!" she begged.

"Uh yeah, I'm really sorry about that. See you need a gnome-catcher, and I'm well, the Trollhunter, so--" Jim explained, but got cut off by Blinky.

"Oh no, Master Jim. The Trollhunter cannot refuse the call. And what better a call for you to train with than a pint-sized quarry?" he explained, coming up behind Jim.

"Blinky's right, Jim. This'll be a start to your Trollhunting. Plus, I think the task will be easy for you," you agreed.

You heard rapid footsteps around you, then a guitar play. You all try to look for where the sound was coming from. When you did, the gnome revealed itself. The gnome started to play his guitar once again and started to sing.

"He's trying to distract us! Hold tight to your valuables," Blinky warned.

"Well, I don't need to hold onto anything, I got nothing valuable," you chuckled.

"Yeah, right," Jim scoffed.

"Seriously, I don't have anything valuable. Unless if you consider my a hundred year old phone 'valuable'," you retorted.

"Okay, maybe you don't have anything valuable," Jim agreed.

Then the two of you see Toby going up to the gnome.

"Why? He can't be that bad," Toby chucked, clapping.

Before you knew it, the gnome had taken Toby's belt.

"Oh, no! My belt!" Toby cried. Then he sighed, "At least he didn't take my Nougat Nummy."

"Uh, Tobes, I don't think you should--" you warned Toby, as he took out his favourite chocolate out of his pocket, only to be taken by the gnome.

Toby gasped, "We need to catch that gnome."

All of you tried to catch the gnome, but he was way to fast for you. One time, Jim had caught him, but somehow, it escaped from his grasp. Jim then realised that his amulet got thieved.

"Oh no!" Blinky cried.

Jim and you chased after the gnome until it went behind a wardrobe. Aaarrrgghh pushes the wardrobe aside to reveal a small hole, which the gnome was probably hiding in.

"Hole," Aaarrrgghh stated.

"Yes, it appears the plot quite literally deepens," Blinky said, looking into the hole.

Jim slides his hands through the hole opening, hoping that his amulet would come back to him.

"Come back, come back. Shouldn't the amulet be coming back to me right now?" Jim questioned.

"Dolefully, that rule only applies if you've rejected it. When thieved, it's another story. If you had read A Brief Recapitulation you would have known that," Blinky explained.

"Technically, Jim didn't even have time to read the book, since you know, we're right now doing some Trollhunting business," you pointed out.

Jim gave you a quick smile, before Bagdwella spoke up.

"Some Trollhunter you are. Jim ‘the Baby Handed’.”

You glared at Bagdwella, as she snatched a bag of food from Toby.

I'd like to see how good you are at being the Trollhunter.

You turned your gaze over to Jim and Blinky.

"Master Jim, press on. This is not the moniker you want," Blinky said.

"What else can I do? I can't fit in that hole," Jim shrugged.

"Hmm, currently," Blinky thought.

"Bad idea," Aaarrrgghh warned.

"What's a bad idea?" you asked, but no one answered the question.

"No Trollhunter has ever lost his amulet. We'll need time to procure the Furgolator," Blinky argued.

"Uh, the Furgolator?" Jim doubted.

"Uh, don't you worry about anything, Master Jim. tend to your studies. We'll watch over the hole. Tomorrow, you'll return refreshed to deal with this, uh... little problem," Blinky said, and the three of us headed to the surface.

Toby and Jim headed to Arcadia Oaks High, while you headed the opposite direction to Arcadia Oaks Academy.

Once you had gotten your books, Izzy and Rachael both ran up to you.

"Y/n! Guess what just happened!" Rachael exclaimed.

"Uhh, you won the state lottery?" you replied.

"Nope, way better," Rachael denied.

"What can be better then winning the state lottery?" you asked, getting a bit curious.

"I got into the state math comp!" Racheal squealed.

"Wow! That's great, Rachael. So, when are you going?" you asked.

"Tomorrow, that's why I was texting you the other day, I wanted to hang out with my two besties before I headed off to the competition," Rachael replied.

"Oh, sorry about that, I was... busy," you said.

"Well, are you free after school?" Izzy asked.

You thought about it, you didn't need to go to Trollmarket or have any other plans.

"Yeah, I'm free," you nodded.

"Great! We'll meet at Sam's at 4, then we'll go from there," Rachael said.

You nodded. Suddenly the bell rang, making you jump a little.

"See you guys at lunch," you called, as you ran to your first class.

As you took a seat, you noticed that everyone was focused on the board. You glanced at the board to see everyone's name with a bunch of classes next to them. You searched for your name and saw your classes. You had chemistry, biology, calculus, literature, geography and history as your subjects for the next semester. Then, you noticed a certain name that you had not been expecting to have the same classes as you, well except biology. Tyler. You heard someone sit down beside you.

"Hey, y/n," it spoke.

You turned to see none other than, Tyler.

"Hi, Tyler," you smiled.

"I guess we have almost the same classes. What a coincidence, right?" Tyler chuckled.

"Ha, yeah," you commented.

"Hey, wanna sit next to each other in classes, you know since you'll be the only person I know," Tyler requested.

You hesitated. You didn't know Tyler that well, and seeing his anger the other day in the cafeteria, you weren't so sure.

Then you were saved by the bell.

"I'll see you in class Tyler, and I'll think about it," you said, rushing out of class.

You headed towards the lower office, since you needed your new timetable. As you were walking to the lower office you bumped into a certain emo-boy.

"Sorry," the two of you apologised.

You looked up at the person, to see Douxie.

"Oh, hey, Douxie!" you smiled.

"Hey, y/n! Going to get your new timetable?" Douxie asked.

"Yep," you responded.

The two of you got your new timetable. The two of you looked at each other's timetable, wondering if you had any classes with each other.

"Hey, we have mostly the same class, except instead of geography, I have economics," Douxie pointed out.

"Cool!" you said.

"Wanna head to class together?" he asked

You nodded and the two of you headed to class.

When you entered the classroom, you noticed two seats at the back of classroom weren't occupied so you nudged Douxie. Once you had gotten his attention, you pointed to the seat and headed there.

Once the two of you had taken a seat, you saw Tyler walking in. You groaned.

"You okay, love?" Douxie asked.

"Tyler wants me to it next to him in every class. It's a coincidence that he has all the same classes as me," you explained.

"Ahh. Understood. You can sit with me in every class then, well, except for geography of course. You'll have to deal with him then, but other than that, you can always sit with me," Douxie offered.

"Thank you," you grinned.

Soon after, Tyler started looking around the room. When his eyes fell on you, you were in a deep conversation with Douxie.

"Wait, so your actual name is Hisirdoux?" you asked.

"Yeah, I have no idea why, but it's my name!" Douxie nodded.

"It sounds very 12th century," you commented.

"I know right!" Douxie exclaimed.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Tyler fuming at Douxie.

Huh? Why does he look mad at Douxie?

You thought he was going to come up to Douxie and start arguing with him, but instead he took a seat at the front of the class, right in front of the teacher's desk.

After a few minutes, your class started.

You had a hard time figuring out what the teacher was saying, since she had a very quite voice, luckily, she was only a substitute. The actual teacher was just away on leave because he was sick.

After an hour, the bell rang to indicate next class, which was calculus, great. You sucked at calculus and science. You and Douxie headed together to calculus, avoiding Tyler.

The next two lessons kinda sucked, they all just introduced your new teacher's and what you're going to be learning for the next semester. Luckily for history, you had an assignment not an exam.

Soon, the bell rang for lunch.

While, you and Douxie were walking to the cafeteria, you were suddenly surrounded by all of Douxie's friends. Well, band mates.

"Hey, Douxie! How'd all your new classes go so far?" Henry asked.

"They went good. I found a friend that's doing the same classes as me," Douxie replied, gesturing towards you.

"Hey," you shyly waved.

"Wait, you're the girl that Douxie brought back stage at our last concert, right? Y/n, was it?" Jason recognised.

"Yep, that's me," you confirmed.

"Well, we're going over to the band room to practice, wanna come?" Jason asked both of you.

"Sure, why not. I'll just grab some food," Douxie replied. "Y/n, I'll grab you some food as well, you head over to the band room with the other's."

"Oh, no. I don't want to disturb you guys with your practice, I'll find my other friends," you denied.

"You're not going to disturb us, in fact, you can give us some feedback!" Jack said.

"But, I promised my friends that I'll sit with them today," you mentioned.

"What about, you and Douxie find your friends, and bring them to the band room? We really need someone else's point of view of our music," Jason suggested.

You thought about it for a moment.

Izzy wanted to meet the Ash Dispersal Pattern for a while now, and Rachael, well, she can make some new friends, since she doesn't really hang out with anyone else other than you and Izzy.

"Okay," you agreed.

"Great!" Jason exclaimed, walking away with the rest of the band.

You and Douxie saw your two best friends in the line to get food.

"Yo y/n! Where were you?" Izzy asked as she saw you going up to them.

"Just talking with Douxie's band. Want to go meet them? They're in the band room. They said that you guys can come," you offered.

"Oh, you had me at 'Douxie's band'," Izzy grinned.

"Just let us grab some food first, "Douxie said, walking into line, pulling you along.

After grabbing some food, you all walked over to the band room, getting welcomed by a lot of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Douxie asked, grabbing a seat for you and your friends before grabbing one for himself.

"Nothing, it's an inside joke. You won't understand," Henry said.

"Okay..." Douxie nodded, getting a bit suspicious, sitting down. "Anyways, meet Rachael and Izzy."

Rachael shyly waved, while on the other hand, Izzy waved very energetically. You instantly saw Jason blush when Rachael waved at him while she also blushed.

Who knew, Rachael had charm. She's usually not the type to get involved with the boys and crushes that much.

"Looks like we have a fan," Jack pointed out, looking at Izzy energetically waving at them.

"I'm your biggest fan! I go to every single one of your concerts!" Izzy beamed. "Well, I couldn't make it to your concert last week. But other than that, I've been to every single one!"

You, Rachael and the entire band laughed at her enthusiasm.

After getting introduced to one another and getting autograph from every single ban member, they started to practice.

"Wow, Jason is good," Rachael commented.

"Of course you'd say that. You have a crush on him," you teased.

"I do not!" she retorted.

"Sure," you and Izzy smirked.

After about 10 minutes, you heard the door open. You glanced towards the door to see Tyler.

"Hey guys!" Tyler waved.

"Hey, Tyler! Wanna practice?" Jack said.

"Jack, I don't see any of our guitarists away right now. There's no point," Douxie claimed.

"Well, Douxie, I see you're getting a bit tired of playing. Tyler can fill you in while you rest," Jack said.

"I'm not tired," Douxie stated.

"Uh, Doux, not to be rude, but you're kinda missing some chords and not keeping up with the beat," Henry commented.

"What?! I'm not missing any chords! You guys are just going faster than you're meant to!" Douxie exclaimed.

"And you're getting a bit short tempered," Henry added under his breath, but you all heard it.

"I am not getting short tempered!" Douxie fumed.

"Yeah, dude, take a pill and chill. Y/n, can you take Douxie for some fresh air?"Jason requested, snatching the guitar off of Douxie and handing it to Tyler.

"Sure," you nodded, lightly pushing Douxie out the room.

As you closed the door, Douxie started walking down the hallway. You ran up to him and made him slow down.

"Douxie, are you okay?" you asked.

"I'm fine. Those guys over there are just going faster," Douxie grumbled.

"They're not, Doux. You just need to take a break," you advised.

"I don't need to take a break, they need to take a break," Douxie scoffed.

"Doux, this is not you. This is not the person I have met and befriended with," you said.

"Well, this is me! Get used to it!" Douxie yelled, stopping in his tracks.

Your eyes widened at the tone of his voice, making you step back away from him.

Douxie's eyes widened at what he just said to you.

"I-I'm sorry y/n, I didn't mean that at all. I've just been so stressed out lately. I just exploded," he apologised.

You smiled at him, putting your hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. Everyone has those days. You know you can talk to me about it you know?"

"Thank you, y/n. It means a lot," Douxie smiled.

"We should probably head back," you reminded.

"Yeah," he agreed.

The two of you headed back into the band room, getting greeted to everyone just chilling.

"Hey, y/n, Douxie," everyone said.

You noticed that Tyler had left.

"Is Douxie...?" Jack questioned.

You nodded and took a seat next to Izzy.

"What happened to band practice?" Douxie asked.

"Stopped a few minutes ago. We were discussing on hanging out this afternoon," Izzy informed. "Y/n's already coming, what about you Hisirdoux?"

"I'm free. And how do you know my actual name?" he inquired.

"Your mates here told us," Izzy explained.

"We're meeting at Sam's at 4," Henry told Douxie.

Soon after, the bell rang for class.

After three hours, you headed to your bike and peddled home.

You finished up some chores and waved goodbye to your brother and headed off to Sam's.

Once you met with the others, you all headed over to Lucia to watch Danger House 2: More House, More Danger. You were going to sit with Izzy and Rachael but there were seat numbers, so you didn't have much of a choice. You ended up sitting at the end of the row next to Douxie. The two of you shared popcorn while watching the movie. At times, you didn't want to see a scene, so you hid your face in Douxie's shoulder. While you weren't looking, the others snuck some photos of you two, especially when you hid you face in his shoulder.

After the movie, all of you headed across town to The Bluff to watch the sunset. Everyone hated the bike ride up the steep hill, but surprisingly, you didn't. It was kinda easy for you.

Must be the advantage of running from danger.

In the end, the ride up the hill was worth it, since you all got to see a beautiful sunset afterwards. As everyone was enjoying the sunset, taking pictures and goofing around, you saw Douxie leaning against a rock, staring at his phone. You strolled over to him and leaned against the rock with him.

"You know, you can't enjoy the sunset without, y'know, looking at it," you told him.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I know. I'm just looking at something," he mumbled, not taking his eyes of his phone.

You peeked over his shoulder to see what exactly he was looking at.

He was looking at his email, more specifically, emails about bills. The numbers weren't huge, but if you're Douxie that worked 2 jobs and hardly got tipped, that would be a lot.

"You worried about the bills?" you whispered, making sure no one heard.

He nodded. "I don't know how I'm going to pay all this. Thankfully, I requested the companies to give me more time to pay them. I got a few extra months, but I don't think that'll be enough."

You nodded, trying to think a way you could help your blue-tipped friend.

"Do you have any extra rooms in your apartment?" you asked.

"No, but I do have a lot of space in the bedroom. I’ve got two double beds that have been lying around," he explained.

"What if you get a roomie? Like they would give you rent every week, while you provide them shelter, food, etc.," you suggested.

"That's a great idea!" he beamed. "Thanks! I'll start to work on your plan tomorrow!"

"I'll come to help," you offered.

"Oh no. I don't want you putting time aside for me," he denied.

"I'm not, I have a lot of free time. And even if I did, it would be worth it. Helping a friend is always worth my time," you said.

"Okay. I'll text you my address and tell you what time you can come over. Probably on the weekend, but I'll just text you," he explained.

You nodded.

"Now, let's enjoy the view."

After the sun had set, you all rode over to Stuart's Taco Truck. Jason, Jack, and Rachael all went to get the burritos, while Douxie, Izzy and you chatted, waiting for your friends.

"So, y/n, have you been thinking about what you'll be doing after graduation?" Izzy asked.

"Uh, I don’t know. Maybe go to college, like every person does?" you guessed.

"Wow, I'm just gonna get a job and do that, it's just easier," Izzy said.

"Yeah. You never wanted to go to college," you agreed.

"What are you going to do, Douxie?" Izzy asked, turning her focus onto him.

"Well, I'll probably pursue my dreams of being a guitarist while having a job," Douxie replied.

"That's cool," Izzy commented.

Soon after, your burritos arrived and all of you dug in.

Once you had finished your burrito, you checked your watch to see it was starting to get late.

"Okay guys, I'm going to head back, it's getting late. I'll see you all tomorrow," you declared.

"Wait, y/n, I'll come with!" Douxie added.

You waited for Douxie to throw his rubbish in the trash and peddled your way home with him.

Before the two of you went your separate ways, Douxie thanked you for your suggestion.

"Thanks for your suggestion before, y/n."

"It's no problem."

"Well, I'll see you soon, love," he grinned, giving you a flirtatious wink along with a two-finger salute.

You blushed and returned the two-finger salute, riding your separate ways.

Once you got home, you saw Jim was finishing up washing the dishes.

"Hey, Jimbo!" you sang.

"Hey, y/n!" Jim called. "How was your hang out?"

"Good, but I'm beat. I'm heading to bed. ‘Night," you yawned and trudged to your room.

"‘Night," Jim called.

The next day after school, you, Jim and Toby headed down to Trollmarket. You were glad to take a break from everyone. Today was just not your day. Everyone from the hangout had uploaded to social media of the photos of you hiding your face in Douxie's shoulder and the both of you sharing popcorn. The post made you attract the crowd at lunch. People bombarded you with questions related to Douxie. Most of them consisted of 'Are you two together?', 'Are you a couple?' and 'How long has it been?' Luckily, Douxie came in time and saved you from the crowd, again.

You approached Blinky, Aaarrrgghh and something covered with a piece of cloth.

"Remember when I told you all Trollhunters must start small?" Blinky asks, revealing the Furgolator.

"Full disclosure, I'm a little worried how I let you talk me into this," Jim doubted.

"A 'little worried'? I'm full on concerned!" you gulped.

Blinky turns on the Furgolator, making the doors open up.

"Still bad idea," Aaarrrgghh warned.

Jim steps inside and the doors start to close, "Wait a minute. So, how does me going into this thing help me get a gnome out of a hole?"

"If a gnome won't come out, the Trollhunter must go in," Blinky informed.

"Wait, what?" Jim questioned.

"I think Blinky plans to make you small enough to fit inside that hole," you hypothesised.

"Yeah, right," Jim scoffed.

"Exactly! We often use the Furgolator to compress minerals. And now for the anthracite!" Blinky agreed.

"See?" you teased.

Jim rolled his eyes playfully, but you saw the fear in his eyes.

"But you've done this a few times on flesh and bone, right? Right?" Jim yelped.

Blinky placed the rock inside a compartment, "Not exactly." Then the machine started up, "But I'm not concerned."

"Well, that's because you are not the one trapped in this thing," Jim complained.

"Nothing to worry about, Master Jim. We work best under pressure," Blinky shouts.

"I can't see anything!" Jim coughs. "Why is there so much smoke?"

The machine started to make weird sounds. You and Toby ran to the Furgolator, trying to get it open.

"Come on, you guys gotta get him out of there!" Toby cried.

Blinky rushed over to help us, "Don't just stand there, Aaarrrgghh!"

Aaarrrgghh comes over and pulls the doors open.

"Looks like it didn't work. Hope you have a plan B," Jim began, but then realised he had shrunk.

"On the contrary," Blinky said.

"You sure we need a plan B? I think plan A worked fine," you chuckled.

"He's like an action figure!" Toby gushed.

"The Furgolator functioned perfectly!" Blinky laughed.

He picked up tiny Jim, holding him in his palm. Jim looks at his tiny figure. You quickly took out your phone and took a photo of your little brother. Jim groaned, not liking you taking photos of himself.

You all made your way to the hole that the gnome had escaped into. Blinky placed Jim just outside of the hole.

"Real subtle. ‘We've got to start small. Deal with the little problem.’ This is a huge problem! I can't be shrunk! I have exams to take! I have sinks to reach!" Jim raged.

"You have a gnome to catch. Now, onward, Master Jim, and fetch your destiny!' Blinky reminded.

Toby grabs a pencil and hands it Jim to use as a sword, "Your sword, my liege."

Jim pokes the pencil on Toby's palm, earning a yelp from him. He attempts to walk into the hole, but he falls down, earning a giggle from you. But he eventually got into the hole.

"Oh, and one last thing to know when dealing with a gnome, Master Jim, and this is of dire importance: Do not touch its hat!" Blinky forewarned.

"Of course. It's right there in A Brief Recapitulation," Jim taunted.

"You remember!"

"Of course not! Nothing in this world makes sense!" Jim yelled.

You backed away from the hole to see Vendel walk pass.

"Miss y/n, you should go and continue your training with Vendel. We will handle things here," Blinky advised.

"Are you sure?" you asked.

"Completely."

You nodded and jogged over to Vendel.

"Hello, Master Vendel. Do you have time to teach me how to make objects move?" you inquired.

"Hello, Miss Lake. I am not known to any troll as 'Master', but it sounds good coming from you. And yes, I can instruct you how to make objects move," Vendel said.

The two of you walked over to the Heartstone and began your lesson.

Soon after, you could move objects easily, with just a quick gesture of your hand or finger.

"Thank you, Master Vendel!" you beamed.

"Your welcome. Next time you come, with some spare time, I will teach you something new," Vendel replied.

You nodded and jogged back over to the hole to see Toby backing away from the hole.

"Why hasn't he come out?" Toby asked, his voice full of worry.

"What happened?" you asked.

Aaarrrgghh explained to you what happened to your brother.

You all waited for Jim to come out safe and sound. You then saw the gnome walking out with Jim following behind him, wearing the gnome's hat.

'You summoned the armour and caught the gnome! Well played, Master Jim!" Blinky beamed.

You all clapped at his heroism.

"Thank you, thank you. I don't want to forget the little people," Jim smiled.

"Expedient and-" Blinky started.

"And good humoured," you finished.

"Oh my hero!" Bagdwella praised.

Toby captures the gnome into a bag and sets aside.

"And what about this shrinking stuff? When does it wear off?" Jim asked.

"Don't worry. Sleep it off. By morning, you'll be as good as new. And how you have earned it! Jim "the Gnome Slayer!" Blinky reassured.

"He was so young. There was so much music left in him," Toby commented, playing the little guitar.

You ignored him.

"All that is left is for you to take care of it," Blinky instructed.

"Wait, what? Take care of it?" Jim puzzled.

"Rule number two," Aaarrrgghh reminded.

"‘Always finish the fight’," Blinky quoted.

"And by finish... " you began.

"Deaden. End. Le coup de grâce," Blinky finished.

Aaarrrgghh moved his thumb across his throat, indicating to kill the poor gnome.

You and Jim shared worried glances. Neither of you were killers, but you had to follow the rules. But, it was up to Jim, since he was the Trollhunter.

You headed home, while Jim stayed at Toby's house.

As you opened the door, you saw your mom unpacking food.

"Hey, Mom. What are you doing?" you asked.

"Just unpacking the food I got. As you already know, I'm not a good cook, so I thought some takeaway would be good," she explained.

Soon, the two of you sat down and dug into your food.

"Y/n, where's Jim?" your mom asked.

"He's staying at Toby's place," you answered.

"Well, since he's not here, want to have some girl time?" she asked.

"I'd love to," you replied.

Once you two had finished dinner, the two of you sat down and binged watch watched Mistrial & Error together.

After a dozen or so episodes, the two of you started to play truth or dare.

"Okay, y/n… Truth or dare?" Mom asked.

"Truth," you answered.

"Hmm... so, that friend of yours, Douxie. Is he just a friend or...?" Mom questioned.

"Douxie?! He's... uh... um..." you stammered.

"And my question is answered," Mom cheered.

"What?! He's not. Uhh..." you cried.

From that, you and your Mom started to talk about your love life, more specifically, Douxie.

"I saw on one of your friends posts that you were hiding behind him during your little movie night," she said.

"It was a scary movie! Some scenes were just absolutely terrifying, so of course I’d hide behind him. That's normal," you defended.

"You could've just shut your eyes," she suggested.

"Um... well... uh..." you stuttered.

"I guess my suspicions are true," she smirked.

"Mom!" you cried.

"Okay, okay. We'll have this conversation another day. I'm tired, so I'm heading to bed, kiddo," she said, getting up from the couch.

"Me too. I need to go to school," you agreed, following suit.

Next morning, you woke up to the sound of clattering downstairs. You got up and got dressed into a t-shirt, pair of jeans and sneakers and rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was about. You found the source of the commotion, your mom.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about, kiddo," she said.

You shrugged and realised that there was nothing for you to eat for breakfast.

"Sorry, y/n. No breakfast. Maybe grab something in town," she suggested.

"Will do. I'll head out, love you!" you called and rushed out your door, hastily grabbing your bag on your way out.

You made your way to Toby's house, checking on Jim. You knocked on the Domzalski's door. It opened to reveal Toby.

"Hey, Tobes!" you grinned.

"Hey, y/n! Checking in on Jim?" he guessed.

You nodded and you followed him to his room. On the way, Toby's Nana forced you to eat a blueberry muffin.

As soon as you entered his room, you noticed Jim's absence. But then you realised he was in a doll house.

Toby opened the doll house to reveal a startled Jim.

"What's wrong, Tiny Jim? Did you not sleep well in Nana's dollhouse?" Toby asked.

"Why am I still small, guys?" Jim whined.

"Maybe the stuff works different on trolls than it does on humans?" you theorised.

"Oh, my gosh. The gnome! You did it? I told you I was supposed to-- Oh no! School!" Jim panicked.

"We have to call you in sick. Tell them you ate too much chocolate. That always works," Toby ordered, shoving his phone into Jim's little face.

"No, Señor Uhl can sniff out a lie a mile away," Jim refused. He thought for a second when his eyes lit up. "That's it! Toby, I need you to do me a huge favour. Well, maybe a small one. But huge."

You gave him confused look.

"Look, I have a plan, just trust me on this," Jim explained. "Plus, you should be heading to school right now."

"Fine, but I want you to be normal size by the end of the day. I can't take you home like this," you said, gesturing to his size.

"Okay. Now, go!" Jim said.

You rode off to school, hoping your brother would return to his normal size.

#douxie x reader #douxie x y/n #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux x y/n #hisirdoux casperan x reader #toa #toa douxie #tales of arcadia #trollhunters

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girlactionfigure · 3 years

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There's something I need to get off my chest.

I'm an Ultra-Orthodox, Chassidic, Hareidi Jew. I live in Jerusalem, in an area that is exclusively Ultra-Orthodox Hareidi for street after street, suburb after suburb, for miles and miles. In all of these neighborhoods where the roads are blocked off and no cars drive on Shabbos, each black-hat-wearing family has many many children and literally no TV’s. I personally only ever wear black and white clothes, my wife only dresses in Chassidic levels of tznius (modesty), and my boys and girls all attend mainstream Hareidi Chassidic schools where the main language is Yiddish. My kids don’t and never will have smartphones, nor have they ever been on the internet at all. Period. They don’t know what social media is and they’ve never seen a movie — not even Disney animation.

Having lived exclusively immersed in this culture for the last 21 years, I think I'm sufficiently qualified and well-researched enough to state that the consistent depiction of Hareidim and Torah Judaism by mainstream media, from Netflix to the daily news, is somewhere between delusion, slander and the literal equivalent of racism. If you consider yourself less closed-minded than how you imagine we Hareidim to be, then permit me to share a few personal details about my family, and other families in our neighborhood, to see how well your mental narrative matches up to reality:

- Besides learning Torah each day, most of the men in our neighborhood work full or part-time.

- Many women in our area work. Some even manage their own business or company. These are not special or “liberated” women — it’s so normal here it’s not even a discussion point.

- My wife is a full-time mother by choice, who despite attending an Ivy League College, finds it a profound and meaningful thing to dedicate her life to. If she didn’t, she’d go get a job. Mind you, she also attends Torah classes each week, works out with both a female fitness coach (who’s gay) and a frum Pilates instructor, writes and edits articles for a couple global websites and magazines, and personally mentors a number of women. None of this is seen as unusual.

- Kids in our community go to Torah schools where they learn (surprise!) Torah. They are fluent in three languages from a young age and the boys even read and understand a fourth (Aramaic). All the kids learn grammar, math and science. Weekly after-school activities have included music (violin, drums, piano), Tae Kwon Do, swimming, art, woodworking and robotics. The girls' school teaches tools of emotional intelligence. The principal of the boys' school doesn't hesitate to refer to kids to OT if needed. I practice meditation with my children multiple times each week. None of our kids think the world is literally 6,000 years old. They devour books about science and think it’s cool. They know dinosaurs existed and don’t find that existentially threatening. They have a telescope with which they love to watch the stars.

- The women in my family (like the men) only dress modestly according to Hareidi standards. The girls don't find this burdensome or oppressive. Period. They aren't taught that beauty is bad. They're certainly not taught to hate their bodies, God forbid. Each morning when they get dressed, they are as happily into their own fashion and looking pretty as any secular girl is. They just have a different sense of fashion than secular culture dictates. (Unfortunately for me, it's no cheaper.)

- The local Hareidi rabbis we receive guidance from are deep, warm, sensitive, supportive and emotionally intelligent. If they weren’t, we wouldn’t go to them.

- My boys assume they will grow up to learn Torah, as much as they want to, and then when they’re ready, get a good job or learn a profession to support whatever lifestyle they choose. My girls assume they’ll be wives and mothers (which they can’t wait for) but they're also warmly encouraged to train in whatever other profession they desire. (My 9-year-old daughter, chatting with her friend in the living room, just commented, "I want to be a mother and a teacher and an artist." Her friend replied, "I'm going to be a ballet teacher.") All options are on the table, and their future seems bright.

- We love living in modern Israel, feel proud and blessed to be here, and frequently count and celebrate its blessings. Everyone in my area votes. Sometimes not even for Hareidi parties. I pay taxes. (And they’re expensive!)

- As a Hareidi person, I’m glad we have Hareidi representation in the government — though I don’t always love or approve of how the Hareidi politicians act, or what they choose to represent. For the record, I'm equally dubious about secular politicians, as well.

- While I don't spend much time in Tel Aviv, I do have a few close Hareidi entrepreneur friends who have founded high-tech start-ups there, and are — Boruch Hashem! — doing very well.

- We don’t hate all non-religious people. Our kids don’t throw stones at passing cars on Shabbos. I doubt they even know anyone who would do that or think that it’s ok. We frequently talk about the Torah value of caring for and being compassionate towards everyone. As a family, we proactively try to find ways to judge others favorably (even those people who throw stones at passing cars on Shabbos.)

- We invite all manner of religious and secular Jews to join our Shabbos meals each week and the kids are open, happy, and confident to welcome everyone. (No, we're not Chabad.) One of the many reasons for having such guests at our table is to teach the kids this lesson.

- While we would technically be classified as right-wing and we don’t at all buy the modern “Palestinian” narrative, we certainly don’t hate all Arabs, nor do we have any desire to expel them all from the land. We warmly welcome anyone seeking to dwell here with us in peace and we are pained and saddened to see the suffering and loss of lives of all innocent Arab families and children — as would any decent human being.

- Of the few local families I know whose kids no longer identify as religious, none at all chose to disown their kids. The very thought, in such lovingly family-dedicated communities, is hard to imagine. I'm not saying it doesn't happen, I'm just saying it's not as common as it's made out. Rather, these families have tirelessly, profoundly, compassionately committed to maintaining any connection with their children, and to emphasize that, no matter what, family is the most important thing. Because it is.

- We aren't just living our life blindly, dogmatically following empty religious rules; rather, we are frequently engaged with, exploring and discussing Torah's richness, depth and meaning. Our kids honestly love learning Torah, praying and doing mitzvos. They’re visibly excited about Shabbos and festivals. This lifestyle is in no way oppressive or burdensome for them. If you suggested to them it was, they’d laugh and think you were crazy.

- We Hareidim are normal people: we laugh, we cry, we buy too much Ikea furniture, and we struggle with all of life's daily ups and downs, just like the rest of you. Some of our communities are more healthy and balanced, some are less so; some of our people are warmer, nicer and more open, some are more closed, dogmatic and judgmental; some of our leaders are noble and upstanding, and some are quite frankly idiots…JUST LIKE ANY SECULAR NEIGHBORHOOD IN THE WORLD TOO. But having grown up living a secular lifestyle myself, and today being Hareidi-by-choice, I can testify that in these communities there is generally a greater and more tangible sense of well-being, warmth, tranquility, connection and meaning. We love and feel blessed to be living this life and wouldn’t want any other.

If this description of Hareidi life is hard to swallow, be careful not to push back with the often-used defenses like: "Well, you're just an exception to the rule...", "You're just American Hareidim", "You're baalei teshuvah", "Well, I know a bunch of Haredim that aren't like that at all"....because the truth is, while there might be many Hareidim who aren't like what I described above, it's still an accurate description of literally hundreds of thousands of Hareidim in Israel and the US — a decent portion of all Hareidim in the world. Which is my very point — how come you never see this significant Hareidi demographic represented in the media, television series, or the news? How come we mostly see the darkest and most problematic cliches instead?

And finally, if all the facts I've listed above about our communities are hard for you to accept as true, then perhaps the image you have in your head about Hareidim is less based on facts and reality and more based on stereotypes, fear, hate, and discrimination — like any other form of prejudice in the world.

Care to prove me wrong? Well, you're welcome to come argue it out with me and my family at our Shabbos table on Friday night. It would be a joy and honor to have you.

Doniel Katz

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what are your thoughts on scary/creepy danny? to me danny's never been good at scaring people beyond prank scares but gives off huge uncanny valley vibes once his powers settle because of things like being too cold, forgetting to breathe, dismissal and quick recovery from large injuries, moving too quietly and sharp teeth, I also like the idea that he can tap into his more ghostly side and press that part of people's brains that screams *get away from this thing it's dangerous* if he needs to.

I love the idea of it but have never written it. I admittedly never thought about Danny essentially weaponizing his ghostly side like in your last example, though. That’s a neat idea. So’s the uncanny valley feeling; that makes a lot of sense, and I love it. I just. Hmm.... What if I just....

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EDIT: Now reworked and expanded on the AO3 as The Curious Case of Danny Fenton (FFN).

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“What is up with that kid?” Wes whispered, loudly enough to be heard by the girl beside him but hopefully not by the kid in question. He hoped his nod in the appropriate direction was subtle enough, too.

The girl frowned and pointed at him with her nail file. “Why are you talking to me?” she asked.

Wes blinked.

The girl behind the first girl added, “Just avoid Fenton if you don’t want to be a loser like him.” The two of them laughed and walked off.

Fenton. That was Fenton, the kid with the crazy ghost hunting parents?

The kid in question glanced his way, and Wes looked away and tried to suppress a shudder. There was something about him, something…something…something wrong. Wes couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but he was going to find out.

XXX

In less than a week, Wes realized two very important things about Danny Fenton. One: Star’s assertion that Fenton was a loser was reinforced daily by the school bully. (Wes himself had enough athletic ability to stay off of Dash’s radar.) Two: Dash’s star quarterback status wasn’t the only reason the teachers turned a blind eye to the treatment.

Wes had seen Fenton picked up by his shirt and shoved into his locker more often than Mickey was into his, but the math nerd showed the treatment of it. He had bruises. Scratches. He still smiled, still had a cheerfully subservient attitude in the hopes that it would prevent further treatment, but he’d walk with a limp or eat only soup for a few days or stumble into class just before the bell with red marks crisscrossing his skin.

Fenton did not.

He’d be punched. Tripped. Kicked. All manner of ‘accidentally knocked into’ and ‘accidentally knocked down’. And it never showed. It wasn’t just that he didn’t bruise easily—or at all, as far as Wes could tell. He wasn’t favouring any limbs. He didn’t complain—at least in Wes’s hearing—of being sore. He didn’t act as if he were hurt. Ever.

No one else ever commented on this, so Wes kept his mouth shut and his eyes open.

That was why, months later, Wes saw something he was pretty sure no one else did.

Fenton was banned from handling glassware in chemistry, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help Manson move some drama props for a prank or a protest or whatever he was up to, and Wes was coming out of the washroom after basketball practice when he saw Fenton drop some glass orb.

It broke, and Fenton cut himself when trying to clean it up. Wes heard the quiet crud muttered even as he stepped back to hover in the alcove by the washroom, and he peeked out just enough to see Fenton press some tissue into his hand and then pick up the glass.

When Wes walked by later, all he saw was a forgotten glimmer of glass and a trio of red splotches staining the floor.

The next day, Wes made a point of looking for it, but Fenton didn’t have so much as a band-aid on, and there was no sign of a telltale scab.

XXX

By their senior year, Wes had it all figured out. He’d long ago pointed out the truth—that Fenton was Phantom—but no one believed him, despite all the evidence he trotted out again and again. Worse still, Fenton didn’t even try to hide it around him anymore.

Wes always saw a flash of fangs when Danny’s smirk inevitably grew into a grin when he noticed Wes watching him, even when other people were around.

Entirely too often, Fenton would just appear, and even though others wrote it off as ‘not noticing the loser’s approach’, Wes knew it was so much more than that. And, okay, fine, it wasn’t always literally appearing out of nowhere, but no one should be able to walk that quietly over fallen autumn leaves. It just wasn’t natural, which was his (entirely ignored) point.

One time in gym class, Wes was the only one close enough to Fenton to hear the sickening crack when he slipped and fell on his arm and it bent the wrong way. Fenton never said anything about it, but he did favour it. For the rest of the day. The next day, it was business as usual for him.

No one thought it weird that Fenton didn’t dress for the winter weather. If he bothered with a coat over his T-shirt, it was never done up anymore. But they also didn’t find it weird that it was always cool around him, even in the heat of summer. Assuming anyone else acknowledged it, they’d blame the air conditioning or a sudden gust of nonexistent wind, as if that made any sense at all.

That permanent cold spot might be why no one seemed to think it weird that Fenton wasn’t ever warm to the touch, either. Not that Wes could bring that up without a lot of teasing for all the wrong reasons, but every time Wes had brushed by him, Fenton had been cold. Not just cool, not just chilly, cold. Cold enough to give Wes goosebumps.

It didn’t help that Fenton’s only redeeming quality in the eyes of the popular kids was that he could hold his breath for a long time. It had been discovered during one of Dash’s more questionable bouts of bullying, but it had earned Fenton some grudging respect. He hammed it up instead of brushing it off, and no one questioned the fact that he could hold his breath for five minutes, despite how insane that was, especially for kids their age with zero training.

No one noticed the fact that Fenton never took a giant gulp of air before doing that, either.

No one realized that he simply didn’t need to breathe, at least not as often as a normal human if he did.

There was just…. It wasn’t normal. None of it was normal. It drove Wes nuts, and no one else seemed to see any of it.

XXX

On their last day of high school, Wes managed to get Danny alone.

Well.

Sam and Tucker were hovering in the background, snickering, but it was as alone as they were going to get.

“C’mon, you have to own up to this,” Wes said, trying not to make it sound like the plea it was. “You just…. You can’t pretend none of this…. You can’t let everyone keep thinking I’m Phantom when you’re, y’know.”

Danny smiled, his teeth just a touch too long and just this side of too sharp. “Whaddaya mean?”

Instinct was telling Wes to get out of there, but he held his ground.

“You’re Phantom,” he said. “I know you’re Phantom. I’ve seen you change.”

Danger, shouted his mind as it reminded him of all possible exits. Run, thundered his heart, beating faster with each passing second. Get away, screamed his muscles, tensed and ready to spring.

He was standing there waiting for an answer, gulping in lungfuls of air, before he realized the unnerving feeling had entirely disappeared.

Danny was frowning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His teeth looked normal. His face, his demeanour…. It all seemed perfectly normal.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about!” Wes hissed. “The…the glowing eyes, the freaky stuff you do, everything!”

Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Stop doing that! You know what I mean!”

“Phantom’s dead, Wes,” Danny said. “He was long dead before you ever moved here. No one seriously thinks you’re him.”

“So you admit you’re dead, then? Because you’re Phantom?”

Danny snorted. “Phantom’s a ghost,” he said. “Ghosts are dead. I do not need to have grown up with the parents I did to know that. Do I look dead to you?”

He really didn’t, not at that precise moment, but Wes growled out an affirmative anyway.

Danny shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said. “I can’t make you not believe your own crazy conspiracy theory. Have a good rest of your life, Wes.”

He started to walk away, his soft footsteps on the linoleum sounding loud to Wes’s ears.

“Hey, wait, I’m not done!” Wes yelled. He sprinted after Danny, easily catching up to him, and reached to grab his arm.

Wes watched his fingers pass right through Danny’s arm and backpack as Danny reached Sam and Tucker. Wes stared at his hand for a split second and then looked up to confront them with this obvious bit of proof, but the hallway was empty.

He couldn’t hear any footsteps leading away, nor any muffled laughter at his expense.

Wes stood entirely by himself, left with exactly as much concrete proof of the truth as he’d ever had.

Nothing.

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shoichee · 4 years

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Hello! Can I perhaps ask for no. 28. “Make me” from your prompt list for my beloved Imayoshi? It's so nice seeing him here on your theme and avatar and that pERFECT url, it feels like I finally found my people.

HELLO HELLO, and YES I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT NO ONE TOOK THIS URL... considering that it was just an alternative spelling of shoichi and its a rlly short handle too mwehe // im sort of a particular person when it comes to how something looks, whether itd be outfits, drawings, coloring, and the UI of a blog, u name it.... i may have spent hours trying to have the perfect colors for this theme PLEASEEEE, but without further ado here is our man, our little shit, Imayoshi

@knb-kreations howdy! another new work posted here!

Imayoshi x Reader

28. “Make me”

Word Count: 2331

prompt list here

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Imayoshi doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Scratch that, he does know. He’s quite amused at the shenanigans you pull on others around you, and a lot of times, you actually elicit a few dry laughs out of the guy. Other times though, he’d wish that you would just shut the fuck up, especially when all he hears amidst his studying was your loud “whispering” and “hushed” jokes. How you were always nearby no matter where he is was still a mystery that he casually ponders about from time to time. Perhaps your natural tendency to project your voice creates the illusion that you were near when you really weren’t?

No matter, such trivial thoughts can’t occupy his mind when college entrance exams loom closer. Then again, they weren’t particularly difficult; they were simply a hassle to secure near-perfect scores, especially when his chances of admittance rely critically on how well he does.

“That’s an awful drawing of a samurai,” Susa comments, snapping Imayoshi out of idle thought.

“Ho? Is it really terrible if you were able to tell what it is?” Imayoshi chuckles. “The point of a drawing is to convey the right idea or emotion. It seems that my drawing skills hit a bulls-eye with this sketch, no?” He playfully spins his pencil around, patiently waiting for his reply to goad him.

All Susa does in response is to roll his eyes before he turns his full attention back to his notes. He knows better than to try a comeback against Imayoshi, who can easily make it backfire against the person with a pleasant close-eyed smile. Imayoshi, seeing Susa’s nonverbal resign from engaging further banter, also looks down back to his book of scribbled notes and chicken-scratch drawings before he exhales an inaudible sigh.

School just doesn’t cut out to be mentally stimulating for him. It’s a little too repetitive and mundane for his taste.

“Argh!! Oh no!” your voice rang out, despite your poor attempt to be reasonably quiet. “I forgot applications for the Coca-Cola scholarship are due today!”

Coca-Cola… what?

Everyone looks up to warily eye you, and your few friends, who are currently rushing to pull you down and slap their hands over your mouth to mute you, were panicking at the new attention you managed to garner. Even still, your mind seems more fixated on whatever was on the laptop’s screen, rather than what they were doing to you.

Imayoshi can’t help but stifle his audible mirth from how you manage to change the mood of the entire library within seconds.

“How do you even forget something as important as a huge scholarship like that?” Susa says in dismay. “Makes me kind of wonder how (l/n) would handle life after graduation, to be honest.”

“Well,” Imayoshi begins. “I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s best not to underestimate (l/n)-san. Surely we’ve learned our lesson with Seirin?” He toys with the pencil grip before he sporadically draws some lines loosely resembling another sketch.

“Drawing again?” Susa raises a brow. “Have you even been studying?”

“Well,” he replies. “There’s still plenty of time before exams—months to be exact. Could you even study with the current distractions in here?” At his own words, he nudges his chin in your direction.

“It’s not just any exams though, it’s—”

“Whether they have more importance or not doesn’t really concern me. After all, standardized testing isn’t worth stressing out for when we’ve taken essentially the same thing all our lives.”

“What most are worried about is the content inside the exams, Imayoshi,” he said, carefully treading into dangerous waters with Imayoshi’s tendency to take all replies as mind-game challenges for his own amusement.

“‘If you have been paying attention consistently throughout the year, you wouldn’t be having much trouble…’ that’s what you once oh-so-wisely said to Wakamatsu yesterday, hmm?” His mimicking tone drips a hint of arrogance. “Unless you mean to tell me my ears do not work? But by all means, please feel free to correct me.”

“That’s different,” he sighed, his face clearly evident that he was done with Imayoshi’s shit. “That exam only tested content for the past year, not your entire academic repertoire over the courses of middle and high school.”

“I’d like to think that the logic still applies the same way.”

“Well,” Susa heaves with a languid stretch. “You generally score better on the exams than me, so you’re probably right. Still, don’t neglect your studying.”

“Right, right, Susa-senpai~”

“... Please don’t call me that again.”

“... If you say so,” he said, but his smile blatantly showed his real intentions of never stopping his irritable quips. Susa gets ready to pack up his book bag before he heads out the door with a friendly wave. Imayoshi half-heartedly returns the gesture with a casual wave of his own. He immediately notices you also packed up and about to leave with a worried frown, and of course, while audibly mumbling your concerns and makeshift schedules to accommodate time for last-minute essay writing. By now, all of your friends have left for home.

“Ah, biology lab due next week, kanji worksheets due tomorrow, hmm, um, how would I finish this on time… ah, calculus test is tomorrow too, ah shit… should I ask someone to tutor?—ah, but it’s super last minute, and there’s still that scholarship… argh, fuck!” Your voice peaked in volume at the end, and the librarian immediately shot daggers at you.

“Shhhhh!”

“A-Ah! S-Sorry, sorry!”

Imayoshi was watching you with his chin on his arm propped up on the desk, unable to control the smile that escaped his lips. You really were entertaining to watch, and you never cease to bore him.

He turns away to crack his neck and roll it around before methodically packing up his writing utensils and notebooks. Soft shuffling filled the air as he rearranged the items inside his bag. As he turns to pack the last thing on the table, which happened to be the notebook filled with his idle doodling, his face slightly softens at the drawing he did after the samurai. Yes, the one Susa chastised him for when he could’ve been studying. Yes, perhaps he was right when he was terrible at drawing after all; your panicked face and wild hand gestures didn’t really translate well into paper, and it looked a little too much like a horror comic and less than a sketch of you. Still, he’s oddly proud of it.

Imayoshi promptly pushes the chair in and leaves the library, but when he rounds the corner of the adjacent hallway, he bumps into you.

“Er—hi! I mean, please, uhhh… if it isn’t too much to ask—canyoupleasetutormeforthecalculustesttomorrowbecausemyfinalgradedependsonthat?”

Imayoshi winces at the sheer volume of your voice and plugs his ears in out of habit to block out some of the decibels. Wakamatsu was eerily similar to you in that regard. Only difference between the two of you was that you were deceptively intelligent. Extremely so.

“My, my, if it isn’t (l/n)-senpai!” He fakes a surprised look, earning him an eye roll on your end. “You need someone like me to teach you the works?”

“I—what? We’re literally in the same calc class, Imayoshi,” you retort. “Besides, drop the ‘senpai’ honorific. It feels so slimy when you say it so disingenuously… Aren’t we both 3rd years too?”

“I’m so hurt,” he mocks. “What if I was really genuine with you?”

“Look, right now, no remarks from you, Evil Glasses,” you say. “It’s really, really urgent and I don’t know how to grasp the material for the class lately, plus my essay, ugh…” You rub your fingers against your temples in an attempt to make the stressful headaches disappear while Imayoshi simply watches with his eyes slightly open.

“... You usually do well on all your exams, no? Unless my eyes and memory fail me.” It was true; even though you were as loud-mouthed as Wakamatsu, you would often shock a lot of people when your name always appeared in the higher percentiles of exam results. Apparently most students and teachers associate your rowdy personality with an expected subpar academic performance. He has you to thank for when your score reports always cause reactions of utter disbelief from the teachers. You really do liven up the school and make it a lot more unorthodox.

“I guess…” you mumble. “But I really wanna do especially well for this one because math is my weakest subject, and you always score the highest for these types of exams, so…”

“It may be my best subject,” he says, leaning slightly closer to your face. “But I’m not the one with the highest scores in any math subjects throughout these years, and we both know that quite well, don’t we, (l/n)? Why don’t you come clean about the real reason why you’re here?”

“Oh my literal fuck—Imayoshi, you’re one of the best students in calc right now regardless of exam results,” you petulantly huffed, not backing down from his intimidation. Imayoshi notes your cheeks reddening, and he figured it was either because of the close proximity between your faces or the fact you were frustrated… perhaps both. “And you’re the only one around here on campus who I could ask!”

“Really now,” he chimes, moving closer to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure?” With incoherent stammers, you backed away from him, slapping your hands against both of your ears to protect them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looks like I won this one, (l/n)-san,” he purrs, relishing the fact that only he could render you this quiet. “Ho? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I—Shut up!” you lamely shoot back. “You can just say no if you really don’t wanna do this—urgh, I’m leaving, I’m not gonna waste any more time—”

“How hurtful,” he dryly remarks, standing up straight again after leaning for a quite a while. “It’s almost as if you’re rejecting me~” He knew you would always take his bait and quip back (unlike Susa), regardless of whether or not you tell him that you weren’t going to engage further.

“As if,” you snorted, making another exaggerated eye roll. “You’re the last person who would ever be hurt from this.”

“Dear me!” he exclaims. “Have you ever considered that perhaps I don’t help out people for free? Did you think I would be a gracious, selfless person who would help you like a saint?”

“Okay, fine! Perhaps I didn’t think that far ahead, okay? You just were the first person that came to mind, and I thought asking you wouldn’t hurt.” His smirk widens almost maliciously at your words, lips already opening to deliver another irritating quip before you immediately spoke again to stop him. “Okay, Imayoshi, you little shit, just shut up—I don’t wanna hear anything from your mouth right now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should listen to you at all,” he muses. “Why don’t you make me?” He has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, eagerly eyeing your next move, and as he expected, you let out a frustrated noise that prompted passerby students to shoot pointed looks towards the both of you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to take a huge step towards him, unceremoniously pull him down to your level, and press a reverberating smack on his lips. His eyes are immediately blown wide open to look at your embarrassed, but determined face. His fingers unconsciously move to touch his warmed lips.

“... That was quite romantic, wasn’t it, (l/n)?” he dryly says, recovering almost immediately from the shock. All the other students fled from the blatantly bold scene to save face. Not that Imayoshi really cared.

“Okay, you know what? Bye, I’m not gonna play anymore mind games with you,” you grumble. “Essays and studying aren’t gonna be done by themselves—wah!”

Imayoshi gently tugs you back to reciprocate back a kiss, meticulously slipping his hands behind your head and on your waist to accommodate you. Your eyes are completely open from the shock that the Imayoshi Shoichi was actually kissing you. You don’t close your eyes from the sensation, completely entranced when you make eye contact with his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction closely. The kiss ended all too soon, and Imayoshi separates himself from you, secretly admiring your dazed look.

“That was quite a strong reaction to just a simple kiss.”

“I—that was not just a ‘simple kiss!’”

“Now would you like to tell me the true reason why you approached me?”

“You’re… insinuating that you know something.”

“Well we wouldn’t know unless you come clean,” Imayoshi purrs. “I can sometimes be wrong too.”

“Ugh, what the hell—fine, I am quite enamored by you, and uh, I… find it infuriating to be with you, but it also gives me butterflies… so I thought I could be with you more… if I asked you—don’t get it twisted, though! I still need your help to study!...” He covers his mouth to suppress a laugh at your honesty.

“Was it really so hard to say that in the beginning, (l/n)-san?”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m really, really leaving! Fuck off, Imayoshi, I swear to—”

“Ho? Just a minute, darling~” he tuts, reaching to hold your hand. “Perhaps if you offer more kisses as an incentive, I’d be more inclined to offer my expertise.”

“How quaint,” you dryly reply. “It’s almost as if we’re in a relationship.”

Imayoshi can’t help but bark out a genuine laugh. You even managed to pick up some of his mannerisms so quickly.

“That’s an interesting proposal, (l/n),” he murmurs. “Should we try that?” You tut at him irritatedly as you tug your interlocked hands while speed-walking ahead.

“Hurry up, or I’ll consider breaking up with you right now.”

“Ah ha!~” he chuckles at your attitude. “How mean, (l/n)-san! Too bad that we both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

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luvx01 · 2 years

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hey its ⛸ anon

i rlly wanna rant rn so u dont have to reply but im just rlly upset atm.

me and a girl from my chem class were talking on ft. she added my ex bf by accudent and he joined and we talked and we all laughed. which was surprising considering he hates my guts.

then two minutes after he left the call- he added me, my friend (not the one from chem- this one left me for my other ex when my dad was literally dying) and my current crush.

my current crush was like why u adding my ex in a call

i said i never had his number and my friend from chem class added him by accident

then my ex goes okay wtv but all our classmates know that i like (current crushes name) and i said no like im talking to some1 else i dont like anyone at our school atm and hes like no everyone knows

and my crush laughed- and its making me think that am i that unlikable or what for him to laugh?

but anywyas then my ex says a joke only me and my math seatmate know

and they all laughed

my friend jumps in “guys stop being mean” like in a mocking tone almost.

at this point im over it so i leave and then my friend from chem kinda bitches my ex out and my friend did too apparently but idk shes always lying.

im so scared to show up to class tomorrow cus i have 3 classes with my ex and current crush

and now that i see how he acted towards the fact of me liking him- i do not like him

im gna try my best to ignore them all and pay no attention but they tease everyone a lot and if my friend did talk to him i feel like she made it much worse when i didnt even want her to talk to him.

it just reallyy hurt my feelings and im just v upset also pls give me advice if u can and if u post this if anyone has literally any advice itll help im just like super scared and on the verge of puking from how nervous i am rn but i have 6 hrs till my classes start.

thank u for listening to my rant bsf ily 🫶🏼

hi love, first of all im very upset to hear how you were treated overall in this situation :/ i feel like those friends of yours aren’t really good friends if this was the way they acted during the situation. also screw your fucking crush. there are millions of other guys out there and he’s the one missing out on a lovely person like you.

so imo you need to have a serious talk with your friends first. bcs if they said something when you didn’t want them to talk to them then it’s a problem. you need to outright tell them how you feel and let them know what they did wasn’t ok and be a bit cold if necessary. ik a lot of people say this but communication really is the key. be aware of the tones they use when answering you bcs that can indicate a lot. and keep some distance from them for a while to let them know that what they did has bothered you. i don’t mean like not talk at all, just don’t be the one to initiate it unless necessary.

as for the boys i think you should just straight up ignore them unless they initiate a conversation first. and while talking with them don’t be too cold or like how you used to answer them before. somewhere in between yk?? you need to show them that you don’t really care for what they say but also that you’re kinda bothered. don’t let them see that it hurt you like this. they don’ t deserve anything from you. boys will always be boys. you deserve so much better <3

i hope this was a little bit of help. i don’t think i can give you the best advice since i haven’t been in the situation nor am i you, plus idk any of your friends. but this is just my input on the situation. if there is anyone else who would like to leave their own advice they can just comment!! i do hope you’ll feel better, ilyt <3

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formaldewrites · 3 years

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✨pieckhan high school au✨

written for Parker

- nblw ship -

word count: 1, 189 words

genre/plot: hange and pieck are dating. implied levihan

notes: uhh yeah i wrote this and i like it. suggestive content (but no smut). ENBY HANGE ENBY HANGE

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Hange made their way over to their beloved girlfriend, who was waiting by the lockers for them.

“Late night again?” she teased, letting Hange lean down to kiss her head.

“Always.” they grin, opening their locker and shoving unneeded books in before slamming it shut. The pair strolled down the halls hand-in-hand, laughing and teasing each other.

They spent their Physics period flicking small messages across the classroom at each other as they took notes, shooting the occasional smirk or wink at the other before looking back at the whiteboard. The teacher was not oblivious, but had the kind of attitude where if a student chose not to listen, he wouldn’t bother trying to make them learn. So when he saw small white flashes shoot back and forth across the desks, he would only sigh and carry on with his lecture.

It wasn’t long until the bell finally signalled the end of the period, and the young physics teacher let them all join the crowd of students in the corridor with a reminder of their homework. The corridors were flooded with students shoving and running to get to their next lesson, which resulted in our dear Pieck and Hange clinging to the walls for dear life. Panicky teenagers fueled by fear of strict teachers are deadly when running to class.

Dr Addams was a lithe, athletic woman in her mid-thirties who stood at 183 centimetres tall and recently began to teach Biology at Paradis College. She often had her auburn hair pulled into a neat bun atop her small head and wore minimal eyeliner. The current topic was reproduction - the perfect fuel for immature adolescent humour. Or rather, it would be if Dr Addams wasn’t as uptight as she was. As she began to draw diagrams of reproductive systems on the whiteboard, tiny cackles could be heard from different corners of the laboratory. The barely audible laughter was short-lived, however, as she soon turned around with her signature poker face, an intimidating energy surrounding her.

“Please mind that although I have only drawn the male and female reproductive systems, there are six biological sexes. Their sex chromosomes are respectively: X, XX, XY, XXY, XXXY, and XYY. I will not tolerate any of your “There are only two genders” nonsense, so if you would like to say such, I would recommend doing your homework before you open your mouth.” Dr Addams’ piercing eyes swept over the silent classroom, her lip pursed before she began to introduce the roles of either system’s parts.

Hange’s eyes twinkled with admiration at the new Biology teacher, scribbling notes with gusto as they listened intensely. Pieck’s eyes shifted between the teacher and her partner, lips pulled into a small smile as she copied everything Dr Addams went on about. Finally, a teacher who’s an ally. She could be gay. Or trans. Who knows?

At lunch, she and Hange would sit with Levi and Erwin, the student body president and vice president, mostly because she was the student council accountant, just as Hange was the student council secretary. How they managed to snag the position of secretary, Pieck didn’t really know, especially given their disorganised behaviour. However, their creativity and positive demeanour definitely made up for it and had gotten the student council out of some rather troublesome situations.

Pieck didn’t know her other fellow student council members as well as she did Hange or Erwin, especially not Levi, but she tried her best to stay on their good side. Rumours often flew around about which council member was dating who, and enjoyed her place as accountant. Maths and financial responsibility were two things she nearly excelled in, apart from making Hange happy.

It wasn’t long until people began to spread rumours about Hange, Levi and Erwin being in a polyamorous relationship, which Erwin shot down almost instantly. It made Pieck silently chuckle whenever somebody looked at the group strangely during lunch, knowing exactly what thought was bouncing around in their skulls. Hange would often ask her if it made her uncomfortable, to which she would reply “let them think what they want” with a playful grin. In time, the rumour pressed on and the trio’s positions on the Student Council didn’t help their case much. Eventually it got to a point where Floch, a student well-known for being the class clown and bully, went up to their table to pick on them for it.

He slammed his hands on the table looking each of the Council members in the eye, causing heads to snap towards them from all directions. Even students on their way out either watched from where they were standing or silently picked their ways back to their original seats to observe the commotion.

“Is it true, President?” his voice rang strong as he smirked. “Are you and Ackermann Hange’s secret boy toys?”

“How’s it any of your business, Forster? Get back to your seat.” Levi shoots back, his signature glare stabbing into Floch.

“Well, you aren’t denying it, are you?”

Hange leans over to Pieck, kissing her cheek and whispered, “Forgive me for what I’m about to do, ma cherie.” Pieck looks at them quizzically as they straighten themself up and smile. Turning to Levi, they tenderly raise his hand to their lips, pressing them against his knuckles.

“Another round later?” they ask in an almost seductive tone that everyone could pick up on, lips rising into a cheeky grin.

“I’m going to make you scream.” Levi raised and lowered an eyebrow, a barely visible smirk forming as he tugged his blazer off and placed it on the bench next to him. Erwin merely chuckled watching the situation unfold.

Gasps erupt from all over the room. Sure, Levi smiling in any way was a rare occurrence, but him making nearly sexual comments? Nearly anyone would pay to see it.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.” In one fluid motion, Hange’s blazer is off as well.

After a moment of fumbling around his bag, Levi produced exactly what he needed. "One game of Mario Kart. You owe me those expensive tea leaves if you lose." Levi takes a long sip from his thermos and sets it down.

“You fucking gold-digger.” Hange joked. “Fine, you’re on. I expect those encyclopedias on my desk if you lose, though.”

Floch only stares dumbstruck as the pair’s hands move at the speed of light, Hange jerking their Nintendo Switch as though it would somehow help them win.

At the end of the match, Hange throws (it back ofc shawty is thicc /j) their fist in the air, a scream of joy nearly killing everybody's eardrums. Levi scoffs, shutting the game down and shoving his console into his bag.

“You are aware that I’m broke, right?”

“You literally got a job two weeks ago. I also know your last payday was three weeks ago from your old job.” they stare at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “Erwin, will you fund Levi being a sore loser?”

Erwin sighs, chuckling to himself at his friends’ antics. “Of course. Which encyclopedia was it?”

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