#and the teacher who was leading the meeting saw the news and told us and then we went on talking about data

[shewantsitall]

It's angst on a new level tbh

[writingstoraes]

tour guide 🎥

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: saw the post abt apex filming at silverstone this week and got this idea lol lmk what u guys think! atp you already know who my fc is (it's hailee steinfeld 😝)

about: a well-known actress stars in a film that is set in the world of formula 1 and scuderia ferrari happens to be the leading team to guide the production team and its cast!

yourusername

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yourusername Film prep starts now. Currently glad my parents forced me into getting my driver's license as early as I could as well as my brother introducing me to Formula 1 years ago 🏁

Beyond excited for this movie!

allhailyn WE LOVE U QUEEN WE CANT WAIT

filmthusiast this is such a new role for her im so excited

f1lover film + f1 is always going to be the biggest bestest combo ❤️

lecsluv LMAOOO NOT CHARLES LIKING THIS

zendayyn mans a fan norrisbaby Oh hes quick 😆

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

yourusername

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yourusername 3/4 done with filming for First Gear 🤍 So much work has been done for this movie and it's been the good kind of overwhelming so far. I've learned so much and experienced so many new things.

Included the one and only charles_leclerc here because majority of the things I learned came from him. He's pretty nice except he was beyond nervous when I drove the car for the first time.

scuderiaferrari We're glad to know Charles was the best tour guide ever! ❤️

lecsmmylove NOT FERRARI STICKING WITH THE TOUR GUIDE DESCRIPTION???

hamilfilm charles leclerc making his way into y/n's official ig account is not something i have on my bingo card

popgirltay u guys r so cute <3 friendship goals!

livelovelecs no, dating announcement next LOLOL

charles_leclerc Why do I seem like the bad guy here, I taught you pretty well didn't I?

yourusername I didn't say you were a bad teacher 😕

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Everyday's karting day 🚘

lecsferrari the red nails??? sir u aint slick who is that

sainzmclaren It's Y/N 😭 She posted karting pics today too

yourusername What do you have to say for yourself that you lost?

charles_leclerc I let you win, jolie 😁 Pretty. ferarrimercs HE CALLED HER PRETTY?????

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yourusername The student has become the teacher 😎

charles_leclerc Anyone would win if they were fighting kids on track

yourusername I sense sore loser 😝

leclercsyn TOO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername Feeling so emotional that filming for a movie that holds a special place in my heart has come to an end 🤍 I am so ecstatic for all of you to see First Gear because everyone involved put everything they had for this film. I hope you guys love this as much as I do, possibly more.

So many people to thank — the directors, producers, scriptwriters, my co-stars, everyone who's worked so hard to make this into reality, I owe you all so much.

But I also never thought I'd meet someone so special. Charles, this past year for us have been so crazy and I'm glad I got to spend it with you. If it helps, the moment they told me you would be giving me a tour of the paddock, I fell instantly 😝

leclercsyn MY PARENTS AAAAA IM SCREAMING

scuderiaferrari We are so proud of you, Y/N ❤️ The whole team is waiting for the movie!

charles_leclerc What do you mean if it helps, I was literally sweating while telling you what a pitwall is

lecslover HES SO FUNNYHTBHRHB

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Most talented person I've come across. Watching you on set has become one of my favorite things to do; it reminds me of just how amazing you are. To more karting sessions with you ❤️

Sincerely,

Your paddock tour guide

lecshamilton hes owning the tour guide title, mad respect

sainzlove I AM MELTINGGGGG

f1luvr power couple me thinks?

yourusername Get ready to lose 🥱

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: why i take so much time making these ill never understand anyway i hope u guys like this hehehe thank you sm for reading <3

[0blobthefish0]

Lucky Part 2

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Part 1

Kate Bishop x Female Reader 1126 words

You stood, giddy, outside of the coffee shop; your breath visible in plumes of white as you tried to hide your face in your scarf to warm your face. It was near 8AM and the sky looked as if it were the middle of the night, slush squelched underneath your shoes as you stepped from side-to-side and snow fell lightly in small clumps. It had snowed more than you had expected last night and, to your surprise, it was still snowing.

Your eyes searched the many faces walking past for the one you were meeting. This morning Kate had sent you a text reading: 'Morning! Are you still up for coffee?' You still couldn't believe it, it all felt so surreal - last night you had bumped into her, well her dog had knocked you over, but it was all the same in retrospect, and she had asked you out. For coffee that was. Was it a date? No. You couldn't do that to yourself, not when your small (big) crush on her was still.. lingering.

A familiar face poked up through the crowd and waved at you. You couldn't help the smile that forced its way upon your lips at seeing her.

Kate watched as your face lit up when your eyes had landed on her and she felt her heart stutter. Nervousness suddenly invaded every sense as she awkwardly made her way to you. If you could tell that she was nervous, you didn't do anything to let her know that you knew, and quickly embraced in a welcoming hug.

"Let's get inside, it's chilly out here," you grinned as you let her go. Kate instantly felt herself relax as she followed your lead.

The café was warm. So warm you instantly began to shed the layers once you had found a place to sit.

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You didn't know where all the time had gone. The sun was now higher in the bright, winter sky and the snow had partly melted in the face of the glowing sun. 

The two of you had long finished your pastries and hot drinks, passing the time with perpetual chatter; the two of you had a lot to catch up on. You stared at the brunette, a warm smile on your face, as she animatedly told you about Lucky and what he had done last night. You couldn't help but laugh once she had told you that she thought you had passed out from the fall. 

"I was down for quite a while, wasn't I?" You grinned and she nodded her head, amusement sparkling in her blue eyes. "How's your archery?" You asked, a playful smirk on your face, which told Kate that you hadn't forgotten about a small archery related incident.

"It's a lot better now," she started, jabbing at your question, "I actually have a teacher now. He's really cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It actually took him a while to warm up to me, he did not want to teach me at all in the first place. I'd say we're actually really good friends now," she grinned celebratorily and you breathed out a light laugh. 

"Are you still reading?" She questioned. Nearly every time she saw you around school, you had a book in your hand. You felt your face warm at the question.

"Yeah.." you smiled abashedly. You were always slightly embarrassed to admit that you read, always having been teased about it - although most of it lighthearted.

"Wh-" Kate began, but was interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, but I've just been told to ask you to leave as we're really busy and could use the table." The two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before quickly getting up from your seats and collecting all of your things.

"No, no, of course, it's no problem at all," you smiled at the poor waitress who had to kick you out. "We had a lovely time."

"Again, I'm really sorry about this," the waitress apologised nervously, lip between her teeth.

"It's no problem, thank you," you smiled and left the café.

Kate stood beside you, pulling her hat over her ears before turning to you with a smile, "Are you free? Cause if you are we could go to the new museum?"

"Yeah, I'd love to," and then you feel her link her arm with yours and guide you towards the museum. The first few steps were out of sync and a bubble of laughter escaped you and Kate looked at you from the side with a grin on her face before the two of you eventually found your rhythm.

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You're still linked to her, as you walk around the art museum, and you can feel her warmth radiating you.

"Tell me about your book," Kate says softly and you turn your head, quickly to look at her; her eyes are still on the sculpture, but yours are on her and you swear you're staring at her with heart-eyes. When you don't reply, Kate turns to you and sees you swiftly turn to look at the sculpture. You can feel your cheeks warm before you start to talk.

You tell her all about the book, all of her questions answered, as the two of you wander around the museum. Pausing at every piece, some brief and others maybe a minute or even more. It's a silly romance - your book - it always is, but Kate is hanging onto your every word and it somehow makes you feel more alive than you have been. 

You're both stood in front of a large painting when you feel Kate move to walk on, but then she stops - tugging you back to where you stood. You look at her and she's staring, enthralled. You turn to look back at the painting; it's scenic, a large willow tree takes up most of the frame and the beginning of a pond or lake down in the corner and there's two girls under it. One has a book in hand as she leans against the trunk and the other is laying down, her head in the other's lap as she reads. It's calming, the painting, soft colours are blended only lightly. You can still see the streaks of the paintbrush and the colours are not entirely mixed.

"She looks like you," Kate whispers and you find yourself smiling. And she does - it's uncanny, really. 

"She's got a bow," you whisper back and you watch as Kate's eyes dart around the painting before landing on the mediaeval-looking bow propped up against the side of the tree. The arrows just below it.

"Strange," She mumbles and you nod your head in reply. A small moment but, in just a split second, you felt as if everything had changed.

[girlreblogger]

movie nights!

conniexblackfemreader. it’s fall..

orihime (girl in the banner) photo credit goes to @/Xoxo_io on pinterest!

— fluff, chapter 1/5, 3rd pov, reader is an actual (skeptical) introvert, use of y/n (feel free to use your own name or give me suggestions for a name to use if that what you guys want for future chapters), not proof read, i hope this gives off lifetime movie, “i just read a novel and think i’m a writer too” vibes, happy eren, enjoy!

Eren, Connie and Armin were at y/n’s apartment along with Mikasa. Y/n was Mikasa’s classmate in one of their freshmen college classes last year. The teacher told them to turn to their neighbor and she was sitting right next to her. Surprisingly, mikasa took the lead in the conversation, asking her fun questions off topic from the class discussion. And just like that, they were friends.

That next year they both decided to go half on a cozy apartment near campus. Y/n slowly started to be introduced to new faces once they started living together the last 7 months. Eren and Armin who seemed to be mikasa’s closest friends, always popping up to help with groceries or take her out to hang. Though y/n piqued their interest, she would always wave mika off and keep the apartment to herself when she left with them. A true introvert.

Eventually, she warmed up to them after mikasa dragged her out to go bowling with them. That fun night immediately made them all become besties just like that. One day, Armin mistakenly mentioned the fact that they all had a very impulsive friend she had yet to meet and she was actually excited about meeting them.

Y/n sat on her white sofa in between Mikasa and Armin while Connie and Eren sat on the one across from her. She invited them all for a little movie night and thought it'd be a good idea to get to know Connie more. So far she could take into account his style: nose and ear piercings galore, a colorful green and black racer bomber with a tight white shirt underneath too. He had baggy black jeans on and some green dunks.

‘nice.’

He sat on the sofa with an arm over top, his legs stretched out and crossing each other while looking around the place. She watched from the sofa with her cold orange soda in hand and took notice of his incredibly short platinum gray hair. His eyes kept bouncing around the apartment to take it in. Even though he knew Mikasa moved in with a college friend a few months back, he never saw the place.

Soon those eyes bounced to hers and almost immediately shifted somewhere else. He had to think if eye contact was even made. His throat cleared and his long lashes batted before he briefly looked over at Eren, who was wearing a white beanie on top of his flowy hair. His body was oddly twisted to be sure not to lay on his friend’s shoulder. Eren had his feet propped up on top of the arms of the couch like he had no home training, but being best friends of the owners of the apartment; in his mind granted him that right in someway.

“So, Connie, do you wanna pick a movie? You’re new to our movie nights so you can start!” Connie looked over at the sound of her voice and sat up from his position, placing his elbows on his knees and staring at the girl dressed in a black and orange my melody pajama romper. She had her smooth thick thighs and pretty legs on display, making him subconsciously lick his lips and look up at her shiny cleavage exposed from that one undone button.

‘damn-‘

His eyes quickly swept up to her pretty brown eyes and that big grin on her face. “alright.” Connie gave her a friendly smile and watched her nod giddily. She obviously loved movie nights at the way she hopped up from her seat and went to her kitchen with Eren to grab snacks for everyone. Eren looked back in the living room before turning back and raising a childishly suspicious eyebrow. “What do you think?” Eren proposed while walking behind her to grab the candy corn from the pantry for her. “of what?”

She waited for Eren to walk somewhere else and give her space to swivel around to look at him. “of con, how you feeling about him?” She scratched her chin and grabbed a bowl and pack of popcorn off the counter. “he seems cool so far... i mean he just got here ren.” Eren nodded and leaned against the counter behind her, watching her excitedly pour the white cheddar thicky pop into a big bowl. “yeahh, but since he’s one of our friends and you’re such a good judge of character i’m just excited for you to get a good read on him so we all can be a big happy friend group.” The last was supposed to sound sarcastic but she knew he meant it. “but honestly, he’s cool i promise!”

She nodded at his words and shook her head to laugh off his assumptions. Eren was really like a big teddy bear to her so she couldn’t help but try and take his judgement seriously. “mhm. he seems chill. a little overdressed for a movie night though.” Her head turned to look at Connie but she ended up catching him eyeing her up and down. Before his eyes could even make it up to hers, she turned and folded the bag of popcorn up neatly. “We already told you he extra as hell.” Eren laughed at your sneaky remark and grabbed some candy to carry to the living room. “Alright, let’s start the movie.”

end of chapter 1.

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[sandbees]

I don't know if you open, but I love. No. I adore your house of mouse au, I've seen most of it but I wonder, what if the ob gang see Yuu and the great seven chatting then Yuu saw them, pull them and say 'this is the guy I told you back then', now I probably already read one of ask that contain this, but I wanna see only overblot's first reaction that probably quite fascinating

:0 alright!

It's already been a few months since Yuu has introduced their friends to the House of Mouse. Honestly, they were fine with that, until there was a planned Dorm Leader meeting. Sadly, their usual spot was taken by the teachers for another meeting, but hey, the House of Mouse is always there! So Yuu invites them for a meeting.

Thankfully, Mickey was glad to give Yuu time off ("I wouldn't want you to be focused on work all the time! It's important to keep your social life back at home healthy. Enjoy the show! :)")

So, they wait for the other Dorm Leaders before they take them to their mirror upstairs.

Kalim: Oh! Are we having a sleepover!?

Yuu: No, we're going to my workplace. They're giving me time off so we can have a meeting and enjoy their performances!

Riddle: Well, as long as it doesn't distract us from the meeting...Why are we even in your room to begin with? Yuu: 'Cause we can't get in without using my mirror, duh. *Pushes Idia into the mirror*

Idia: WHY ME-

They go through the mirror, and the others are pretty impressed with Yuu's personal dressing room.

Yuu: Yeah, my boss is the best :). Oh, btw, don't be surprised to see the Great Seven.

Azul: Hahaha, WHAT?

As they walk out, Minnie personally greets them and leads them to a table. Goofy comes by a minute later and takes all of their orders. As they wait for their orders to come, Yuu gauges everyone's reactions.

Azul is, unsurprisingly, writing things down, muttering about "new ideas for Mostro Lounge. Kalim is looking around the whole dining room, his eyes sparkling. Riddle and Vil are talking quietly, commenting on the decor. Idia was grossed in his video game he brought, glancing at anyone who passed by the table. Leona was messing with the center piece, looking absolutely bored. And Malleus just looked happy to be there.

The meeting went well, actually. With a lively atmosphere, the Dorm Leaders were able to have some productive conversations. Yuu was especially happy to be included in future events run by the Dorms. There were a few interruptions, though.

Of course, it was pure coincidence that the Great Seven were also having a get together. But the oddest thing was that THEY WERE AT THE TABLE NEXT TO THEM??? If that isn't planned idk what is. Yuu introduced the gang to one another.

Riddle is all red in the face, probably very embarrassed to meet the Queen of Hearts. He certainly didn't expect to meet her in person! Though she's pretty impressed by him. He knows all 810 rules by heart. What a good Dorm Leader, remembering all the ruels and making sure the rest remember them!

Leona and Scar didn't talk to each other at first, but when the topic of siblings came around, YOU BET THAT THEY WERE TALKING SHIT. Honestly the funniest thing for them to realize this and begin gossiping about the dumbest things people have done in front of them. It's very sweet to watch them vent out their frustrations to each other.

Ursula talking with Azul and giving him tips on how to blackmail convice people to sign his contracts. Maybe even answer his questions about herself or giving him ideas for his business. A magic item made by the Sea Witch herself? For a price, of course~

Honestly, I can only see Jafar tolerate Kalim at best. He sees Kalim as a foolish kid. Though maybe Jafar slightly warms up to him??? Yuu is probably the one to mediate between the two, honestly.

VIL AND QUEEN GOSSIPING ABOUT BEAUTY TIPS. VIL WOULD TOTALLY TELL HER ABOUT MODERN BEAUTY TIPS. They would be the mean girls of the group tbh. I think Queen would also give tips on being a better leader, because despite her vanity, she was probably a good ruler if the kingdom didn't go to hell in the movie.

Idia would 100% be dying inside at Hades' extrovertness. Hades would be very excited to learn more about his dorm honestly. (Wait no Hades would joke about them being related, and Idia would sink into his seat further). The conversation was awkward until Hades asked about the video game Idia brought. Idia would not SHUT UP ABOUT IT-

Malleus and Maleficent would have a lovely chat over teas and biscuts that they ordered. Maleficent would 100% give Malleus any and all advice she had gained over the years. (Maybe advise Malleus to snag Yuu before anyone else got them). They would totally have conversations about the use of gargoyles and how spot a wild one.

It's getting late at night, and the meeting was over, but Yuu convinced everyone to stay. The show began, and it was one of the best Yuu's seen in awhile (to be fair, most of the shows were sabotaged by Pete, which they helped stop).

The night ended with a bang, and all the Dorm Leaders agreed to hold another meeting at the House of Mouse some time in the future.

[murkycran]

Human!Dreamling AU

Hob is a former soldier turned history professor (original, I know)

Dream is a successful author; he writes under the pseudonym of Morpheus because he likes his privacy

Dream starts sitting in on Hob’s history classes because he’s doing research for his next book

Which would fine and all, if only 1) he had bothered to tell Hob that rather than just showing up one day, and 2) he wasn’t so distracting for the actual students in the class

As it is, Dream just starts showing up after class one day and Hob is like “um?? Can I help you???”

Dream: “your Department Chair said I could be here”

Hob: “well no one told ME that”

It starts off a bit contentious; Dream refuses to tell Hob what he’s writing about, just asks vague questions, and his attitude makes Hob feel inferior or like he’s being judged

In truth Dream is just an awkward idiot who has a hard time talking to people, hence the need for writing under a pseudonym and saving his privacy

Hob, finally reaching his limit with feeling like he’s being judged and deemed inadequate, asks why Dream doesn’t just sit in with the other history professors

Dream, getting huffy and defensive, says “my sister praised your passion and depth of knowledge in your field, but if you truly find me so bothersome, I’ll find someone else”

Hob: “sorry, did you say sister?”

Hob served in the army with Death, who was a combat medic

Death and Hob kept in touch after being discharged from the army, but they both kind of got busy with life and only occasionally saw each other on social media

While Hob went on to get his degree in history and teach, Death got her PhD in medicine and opened her own practice

When Dream complained about needing to do some research on an era of history for his next book to Death, she suggested Hob and talked about how good of a teacher he was. So Dream pulled some strings and got permission from the Department Chair to sit in on Hob’s classes.

Hob is a little embarrassed - he considers himself a pretty average professor and doesn’t have the same years of experience as some of the other professors - but feels honored that Death recommended him so highly

Ofc before he can actually say anything like that, Dream leaves because he’s Offended and needs to sulk

Feeling a little bad about how they parted (only a little bc Dream can be an ass when he wants to be), Hob reaches out to Death again and tells her about it. She’s pretty much like “sigh yeah that’s Dream for you, dw I’ll talk to him”

Cue her calling Dream and calling him an idiot and telling him he needs to use his words more rather than expecting everyone to simply accommodate him.

Death uses Older Sister Voice to strike a blow!! Dream sulks about it some more but realizes she’s right and shows up to the next class Hob is teaching

He doesn’t really apologize but he does say he overreacted; Hob DOES apologize for misjudging Dream, however. He’s still willing to give Dream a shot now that he knows Death specifically recommended him to Dream

Hob tried to ask Dream about the books he’s written before but Dream Will Not tell him what his pen name is; hob also tries to ask what the current book is about, and Dream still won’t talk about it

This is all frustrating to Hob, bc if he knew even what genre Dream was writing he could probably help more than by just giving a basic history lesson. He could be specific about what he tells Dream, give plot relevant info, etc etc.

Dream dgaf tho and plays it all close to the vest bc he doesn’t want someone ‘interfering’ with his writing process. It irks Hob, but he comes to see it as a game, trying to figure out Dream’s pseudonym from little clues in their conversations.

Leading to not only many more classes where Dream shows up (Hob’s students are INTRIGUED bc who is this man randomly hanging around our professor?), but also some one on one meetings either at Hob’s office or at the New Inn over drinks. Dream even offers to pay Hob, but Hob insists he just pay for the drinks when they go out, bc he sees his talks with Dream as a favor to his Death, who saved his life more than once out in the field

What started as a rough partnership evolves into a comfortable friendship over months, as their meetings eventually start to progress past just talking about history to other topics. They get to know each other outside the original context of their meetings by talking about things that, yknow, friends talk about. Food, hobbies, family, past experiences, etc.

I think the tipping point for Hob realizing he’s got a crush on Dream would be him coming into the university building where he teaches one day and seeing Dream talking to another professor.

All the social studies and liberal arts are taught in the same building. Dream showed up early for Hob’s class bc he thought he heard a different professor reciting Shakespeare to their class once. He likes Shakespeare ofc so he thought he’d show up a little early to listen to the Shakespeare class out of curiosity. He ends up in a discussion after the class ends with the professor. The professor, named Will (bc I think I’m hilarious), is an English professor who teaches a class on Shakespearean Literature to third and fourth year students.

On his way to his own class, Hob sees the two of them talking after the Shakespeare class ends, and feels a little weird about it but he has a class to teach so he ignores it

Or at least he tries to. The feeling grows when his class starts and Dream is nowhere to be seen for at least the first 30 min of class. When Dream finally does come in, it’s the latest he’s ever arrived and it bugs tf out of Hob so much he tells Dream after class that they can’t meet that day bc there’s a faculty meeting that Hob forgot about.

Dream is a little surprised and disappointed, but is okay with putting their meeting off for another day. After he leaves, Hob finds himself wondering exactly why he told Dream they couldn’t meet, bc now that Dream’s gone he regrets lying and just wants Dream to come back. Now irritated with both himself and Will the English professor, Hob goes home for the rest of the day to grade papers. If there’s a little more red on the essays than there normally is, that’s only bc his students had a particularly hard time with the recent unit and not at all bc he’s mad.

Hob doesn’t have any classes the next day, but he does actually have a meeting with the Department Chair about next semester’s classes, so he goes to the university. After his meeting with the Chair, he happens to walk by Will the English professor’s class out of curiosity and sees Dream sitting in the back of the class. Hob gets aggravated all over again, stewing outside the closed classroom door (it’s one of those with the window on the door) and thinking not very nice thoughts about Will the English professor when Dream looks towards him and sees Hob at the door. He looks surprised.

Without even thinking about it Hob automatically leaves bc shit! Dream caught him standing outside the class like a creepy stalker! Fuck. Hob drives all the way home mortified and cursing himself before he realizes he’s blushing all over. Cue the realization that hey maybe this is about more than just his friend becoming friends with Will the English professor.

I have more for this AU, but this post is getting a little long for mobile so I’m cutting it off here (for now…)

Now with a Part 2!

[cannibalsrider]

Not a lot just forever Bonus episodes: big-footed monster?

pairings: kenma Kozume x yn

A/N: this took me so long to write but I feel like yall should see what I envisioned for Lev and Yn meeting because its probably funnier in my head but I hope u like it and this is like my little gift because I might not post a new chapter tomorrow for my birthday

The morning was quiet as I walked to school, even in the cold (why the hell did it decide to be freezing today). Morisuke had decided to go a bit earlier to get something to eat instead of walking together, but at least I didn't have to hear his chatter as I walked down the road leading to the school gates.

I spotted what looked like the creature my father had told me about, tales of a bigfooted giant in America people said had existed since the 1800s, but instead, it was probably a new transfer third year or another second year.

I figured I should probably say hi since he'd help the guys on the team and make it somewhat easier for us to go to nationals. "Are you new?" I asked, staring up at him when I finally reached where he was with the woman who handles the transfer students from abroad. It was obvious he was new, but I just thought to ask. I must have looked creepy sizing him up as if I was about to fight him when he nodded. I must have looked like I was about to jump for joy.

"I am! My name is Lev Haiba!" he told me with a smile. I returned one to him. "Yaku-yn, it's nice to meet you, Lev-kun. I can't help but ask, are you interested in joining our boys' volleyball team? I manage it, and I think you'd be a great fit," I told him, staring up at him with probably what seemed like bug eyes. "Uh? Sure, I heard the sports teams are perfect here from what I've been told," he answered. He must have been from abroad; his accent kinda reminded me of what you'd think a Russian person speaking Japanese was like.

"Okay, great. Do you have any experience with volleyball at all?" I asked, grabbing his wrist before muttering out an excuse to the teacher beside him as I started to drag him towards the gym. Most of the team was already there, more the third years and possibly Fukunaga, if he was practicing his serves before class, started since it was still early enough for them to. "I don't have much experience, but my sister says I learn pretty quick," he told me after a moment. We got to the entrance, and I spotted Kai and Kuroo.

"Kuroo-san! Kai-san!" I shouted, waving the co-captains over as I saw both of the liberos watching, confused, earning a head tilt from my brother as he spotted the weirdly tall boy next to me. I assumed he probably thought the same thing all of us had seen tall volleyball players since we started at Nekoma, me managing and Morisuke playing, but Lev had taken the cake as taller than anyone we had ever met. When Kuroo and Kai stopped in front of us, it was an obvious questioning look for both of them.

"This is Lev Haiba; he's a transfer student," I told them. "What year are you?" Kuroo asked, staring at him, trying to be lowkey intimidating as he watched him before Lev spoke. "I'm a first year," he answered, staring back at the co-captains, confused at their almost intimidating aura. I looked between the three, confused, before speaking. "He can be a middle blocker, and we can swap Inouka-kun to wing spiker to up defense and offense," I interrupted to give both captains an idea of what he could do. "Nekomata-sensei and Naoi-sensei should meet him if you think it wouldn't be too much trouble to teach him the ropes?" I hummed, watching Kuroo for a moment as Kai spoke up.

"Depends if he’d even want to learn. I'd think Yamamoto-kun would be willing to help teach him," he added, looking up at Lev so he could get a better idea of him. Behind the pair, I watched Morisuke show Shibayama-kun more help with his new position as a libero. From what I had known before, he was supposedly a wing spiker on his middle school team before he was swapped to play as a libero this year. "I'd love to learn more and become the ace for the team!" Lev said enthusiastically, and I tilted my head at him. I figured he probably knew as much as the other first years but just a bit less, most likely.

"We can have you come by for practice to get introduced to everyone, and we can talk to Nekomata-sensei and Naoi-sensei when they arrive," I told Lev with a kind smile. Checking my watch, I realized there was just enough time for the boys to pack up the net and clean up before they had to run to class. “You guys should start cleaning up so Naoi-sensei doesn't scold you again,” I told Kuroo. Then, I looked up at Lev. “I can walk you to class since you're new and I technically dragged you away from the woman who handles all the transfer students,” I elaborated.

Kuroo interjected, “What class are you in, Lev? Shibayama-kun can walk with you two, and Kai and I can handle the net if Yaku has to leave.” He looked between Lev and me. “Class three,” Lev answered, glancing at the small paper in his hand with his locker combination and class information. He looked like a lost fish in the wrong stream, to be honest.

“I can take him. It's probably easier since I have to head that way anyway because I have to do something for coach Nekomata this morning,” I told Kuroo. He nodded, and we had a borderline staring contest for a moment before I heard Morisuke’s voice.

“Y/N, what are you doing with a titan-looking boy?” he asked, staring at me with a confused expression. Kuroo answered for me, not even giving me a chance to talk, “She was introducing a potential new member.”

“A new member, huh?” Morisuke said, not very convinced as he stared at Lev for a moment.

“He's a first year. His name is Lev,” I added, giving him an idea of who the kid was before he spoke again.

“Shouldn't you show him to his class since you dragged him from Furudate-sensei? She was probably going to introduce him to his teacher and the guidance counselor so he had an idea of what he was doing. She’s probably worried you tried to kidnap another student to try and get them to join the team,” Morisuke said, looking at me. I scratched the back of my neck with a grumble.

“Furudate-sensei always thinks I’m trying to kidnap the first years that transfer here. It’s not like I do it a lot; it’s happened twice!” I countered before shrugging. “We probably should head that way, Lev-kun. I can introduce you to Akiyama-sensei. I had her my first year. She's really sweet; just don't mention anything about monsters because once she looked like she was going to cry when a boy in class three last year went in-depth about a monster he had a nightmare about. She reminded me of a frightened dog,” I told him, waving for him to follow me after giving the three a wave goodbye. As we started walking towards the double doors leading into the school, I asked, “So, when did you move here?”

“Two weeks ago. My sister Alisa and I moved here with our mother since she has a lot of family in Tokyo,” he answered as we weaved through a crowd of second years. I could see Kenma on the side of Fukunaga as they talked with some random kid they both knew. Kenma gave me a confused look as I went out of his eyeline.

“Where did you live before coming to Japan?” I asked curiously as we followed the hall leading us toward the door labeled with a three above it.

“In Russia, specifically in Moscow, because my father was military,” he answered. I nodded, not wanting to pry further into the topic.

“I heard it’s really beautiful there in the winter when it gets snowy. Is it like everyone says?” I asked.

“In a way, yeah! It was always really pretty in the wintertime. In the area we lived in, there was this little café where you could sit and get warm in between times you would be out in the snow,” he responded as we stood outside the classroom. He seemed very content with the idea of new friends and didn't have to do anything but follow along.

“Alright, this is class three. Akiyama-sensei isn’t here yet, but she’s the kind of old woman who's about the height of the first year in the gym you saw,” I told him as I spotted the older woman walking down the hall almost as if on cue. “Actually, here she comes!” I said, dragging him to meet the teacher.

“Akiyama-sensei, good morning!” I said with an almost too kind tone as we walked beside her.

“Good morning, Y/N-kun. Did you need to talk to me about something?” she asked with a small smile before spotting Lev beside me.

“I was just coming to introduce Lev-kun to you. He just started, and I had dragged him away from Furudate-sensei this morning when I saw him, so I just thought to get him introduced so he wasn’t lost,” I answered.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Akiyama-sensei,” Lev said. You could tell Lev would be a kind kid just from how he spoke. Even I was surprised at how sweet he was to the old woman.

“What a sweet boy! Y/N-kun, you are such a good upperclassman to show him the way,” she told me with a kind smile before turning back to Lev. “It’s good to meet you, Lev-kun. Furudate-san told me all about you. You’ll be a good fit for the class,” she told him. I waved goodbye to both of them so I could go say hi to Kenma since I still had some time before I needed to get to class. Wandering down the hall, I spotted him walking towards the stairs leading up to the second-year classes.

“Kenmaaa,” I called out almost in a sing-song tone to get his attention from the game he was playing.

“Who was that boy you were with? He looked like a third year,” he asked, almost curiously, not looking up from the boss fight he was in the middle of on his PSP.

“He's a new first year. He just moved back to Tokyo two weeks ago. I told Kuroo, and we’re gonna talk to Nekomata-sensei and Naoi-sensei about Lev-kun joining,” I answered.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello hello, I'm the slime again, I'm sorry for my insistence, I really got hooked on this blog.

My request is for Amaterasu's Miko Reader theme.

Continuing with Poseidon, let's say that centuries have passed since the incident, and thanks to Eros's lead arrow Poseidon got away from the Miko. But since those feelings for the miko were true, sometimes those desires to have her filtered through, and he projected them onto his wife Amphitrite, resulting in her having Triton (because we all know that he wouldn't approach that woman with the screaming dolphin complex, except for some secondary effect of some spell). Returning to the point, Triton, barely being a child, suffers from the abuses of her mother so that he is perfect and does not embarrass her, since he knows that she does not occupy a place in the heart of Poseidon. And the servants do not report this to Poseidon or Proteus for fear of the witch whose wife is the Tyrant of the Seas.

Let's say that one of the many times that Amphitrite abuses her position as mother (Poseidon loves her son but was almost always absent), Triton escapes from his father's domain and gets lost. But he is found by a slightly older miko who wears magatama earrings and carries a katana at her waist. (I don't know, maybe an appearance for y/n between 40 or 50, but that despite her age she retains her figure, I couldn't explain it more clearly.)

y/n takes care of Triton and tells him that he can live with her as long as he wants, after Triton tells him about her mother he tells Amaterasu. Then the goddess of the sun attends a meeting where Poseidon is desperate for news of his missing son, Amaterasu tells him what his son said and that he was happier with y / n than with the real mother of he. Zeus, to support the verbal evidence, asks Hermes to investigate and there the abuses of Amphitrite come to light. Closing the case, making y/n keep custody as guardian until Triton was older, due to the absence of the father and therefore his inability to care for him.

Poseidon is surprised to see his son calling a mother older than him the last time he saw her, and there the lead arrow's tether breaks. But he knows that he can't take her like last time, plus she followed Sasaki's training to be able to defend herself against her. And she's not the scared little miko she used to be.

Then Triton (knowing y/n's past and what his father Poseidon did) wants them both to start over, wishing for a new family, y/n took the little god to a Tanabata festival on Earth and there he asked for that desire.

(I don't know where this fits, but the y/n miko feels like an adoptive mother who likes to fatten up her son with homemade mochis, giving toys to a child that she never had and taking him to play with good Yokais) (Is it too much to ask that y/n apply a German Suplex for Amphitrite if he tries something bad?)

-It had been many years since you first arrived in Valhalla with Amaterasu, your adoptive mother, and many years since you were stolen away by Poseidon, but thankfully rescued.

-You were still sweet and polite, serving under your mother who adored you, but you had been trained by your uncles, Tsukuyomi and Susanoo, as well as many other warriors, like Sasaki Kojiro, who all taught you to use a sword and defend yourself.

-You still looked to be a teenager, although around 18 or so, despite being over fifty now, Amaterasu told you it had something to do with Valhalla, as humans age differently, they can grow old by their own wishes, to become stronger, or remain forever youthful, depending on what they looked like when they arrived.

-With your own maturity and growth, you only grew to look a few years older, like a young lady, but you would always be your mother’s daughter, her cuddle bug.

-Upon your graduation from training, all of your teachers deeming you a talented swordswoman, your mother gifted you a pair of magatama earrings and Kojiro got you a katana, which you keep on your hip, just in case.

-You were heading back to the Shinto pantheon after delivering paperwork to Odin when you heard someone crying and you quickly investigated, finding a young boy, with bright blue eyes and blond hair, covered in wounds.

-If you had to take a stab at a guess, he was maybe six or so, and he backpedaled in fear when you pushed back the bushes he was hiding in.

-You smiled softly, to not scare him, but your eyes were full of worry, kneeling down, “Are you alright?” he shook his head, trembling in fear and you remembered your time on earth, when you were scared of others.

-The young boy, after a half hour of coaxing, crawled into your arms, breaking down in harsh sobs, clutching at your hakama top and you picked him up and quickly carried him to your mother.

-Amaterasu was stunned when you walked in with a wounded and crying child, instantly demanding him to be brought to her so she could treat his wounds, but he clutched at your top, refusing to let you go.

-Amaterasu softened, allowing you to hold him as she carefully tended to his wounds, her eyes narrowing as she easily recognized these as abuse wounds, as she remembered your own, from all those years ago.

-Once he was healed and you prepared some rice balls, which he almost choked on, scarfing them down like he hadn’t eaten in days, you spoke, “My name is Y/N, and this is my mother, Amaterasu. May we ask for your name?”

-Once he finished inhaling his food, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “My name is Triton!”

-Amaterasu froze, pulling back, a bit shocked before her eyes narrowed only slightly, “Is your father Poseidon?” he immediately beamed up at her, “He is! He’s the best papa in the whole world! He reads to me and teaches me all sorts of stuff!!”

-You were a bit uneasy now, remembering your interactions with Poseidon, wary that he was going to come back, even though Eros’ arrow was still affective.

-Amaterasu put her hand on his head, not missing the flinch, as she patted gently, “Who did this to you?” Triton went silent, his hands clutching his pants as he looked away, biting his bottom lip.

-You put your hand on his back, rubbing gently, consoling him before he spoke, his voice barely a whisper, “My- my mother…”

-The wave of heat from your mother caused both you and Triton to lean back, only for a moment as she glared darkly, “A mother dares to treat her child like this? Unforgiveable!!”

-Triton explained that since Poseidon isn’t around much, his mother, Amphitrite would yell and scream at him all the time, hitting him when he would make mistakes.

-Your mother saw you pull your hands to your chest, rubbing the back of your hands gently as you both remembered when the priests who were supposed to care for you treated you similarly.

-Triton managed to run away, not caring where he was until he was far away, but that’s when he realized that he was lost.

-He then beamed at you, “Then Y/N found me and brought me here! You two are both so nice! Can you be my new mothers?”

-You held your cheeks, face flushing while your mother held her cheek, cooing at the two of you, thinking his words were adorable.

-She nodded and spoke, “You may stay here for as long as you like, Triton, while you are in this pantheon, your mother will not be able to touch you, unless if she wants to face me.” her tone went a bit darker towards the end and you two shared a small look before looking back at her.

-Triton adored both of you, sticking close to you, holding onto your hand and you taught him lots of things about the Shinto pantheon, the gods, and the humans who inhabited it.

-In return, Triton told you about his father’s kingdom, about how pretty it was and how many creatures were around, swimming in the ocean.

-Amaterasu, knowing she couldn’t hide the fact that Triton was there, attended a meeting of the gods, to seek out Poseidon, and she was stunned to see him frantic, asking the gods if they had seen his son.

-Poseidon turned and saw her as she approach and spoke, “Calm yourself, Sea God, your son is safe with my daughter.” He almost instantly deflated, feeling relief to know that he was safe as Hades and Zeus approached her, inquiring with her why Triton was with you.

-She explained the state that you found Triton in, and Poseidon was stunned to learn about the abuse, horror crossing his face, as he knew nothing about it.

-Zeus immediately turned to Hermes, “Investigate this as quickly as possible.” Hermes nodded, feeling anger at the knowledge of the abuse of a child and ran out.

-Poseidon surprised Amaterasu that he was such a good father, worried about his son, wanting to know about how he was doing, she softened, only just slightly, with him, as she knew his worry well, as a mother herself.

-She smiled softly, “Y/N has done a good job fattening him up a little, he was very malnourished, but giving him balanced meals and lots of treats, he looks much healthier now. He likes mochi the best.” Poseidon relaxed as she told him about you, about how well you were taking care of his son.

-Ever since the arrow hit him, killing his desires for you, his emotions had been a bit out of whack, which was the reason he turned to Amphitrite, a wicked and vile woman and with her, he produced his pride and joy, Triton.

-Had he known of the abuse, he would have killed his wife and saved his son years ago.

-Amaterasu summoned you and Triton, asking you to bring Poseidon’s son to the meeting and when Triton, dressed in his own hakama outfit, saw his father he instantly ran for him, delight on his face as he all but plowed his father down.

-You stepped close to your mother, hiding a bit behind her as you were still wary of Poseidon.

-He looked up at you, unlike before, where you only saw lust and insanity, you saw relief and happiness, “Thank you Y/N- thank you.” To see the mighty Poseidon thanking a human was shocking, but many thought it was touching, seeing what a good father he was.

-Aphrodite saw the arrow that had pierced Poseidon’s heart vanish, making her smile softly, seeing that his obsessive love for you had left, being replaced with pure love.

-When Hermes arrived back, holding the tied-up Amphitrite, who was screaming in fury about his treatment, Poseidon spoke, “Go back to Y/N.” you were a bit surprised, but the boy instantly ran for you as you kneeled, hugging him close before your mother and uncles stepped in front of you both, shielding you as Amphitrite saw you hugging her child, screaming at you.

-Hermes announced his findings to everyone in attendance, that she not only beat him, she starved him, locked him up, and abused her position to threaten the servants into silence, keeping everything from Poseidon, as she wanted nothing but perfection from her son.

-Poseidon was furious at her, near tears as he demanded to know why she had been so cruel, while the other gods were discussing punishment.

-Poseidon turned to Amaterasu with fierce but determined eyes, “I ask you, Sun Goddess, will you keep my son safe until I am able to care for him properly?”

-You mother instantly agreed and Amphitrite screeched in fury, “That’s my son! How dare you give him to another woman?!”

-Triton hugged himself to you tightly, his hands over his ears in fear, “Mama I’m scared!” you held his head to your chest, and Poseidon was stunned, hearing him call you mama, as he felt safe with you.

-Amaterasu agreed instantly, willing to protect and care for his child, and Poseidon sent both her and you a small nod.

-Nobody was sure how it happened, but Amphitrite got free and charged for you, as you were holding her son, her bargaining chip to get out of here, her hand reaching to grab his hair, “Give me my child, you bitch!”

-You hugged Triton close to you, “Close your eyes and keep them shut tight!” he nodded, his arms around your neck as you quickly drew your sword and seemed to flash right by her, your sword now bloody as she began to scream, as you cut off the hand she was going to grab Triton with.

-Poseidon ran over, putting himself in front of you both as Triton was shaking hard.

-Amaterasu spoke, “Y/N! Take care of Triton!” and in a flash, you and the child were gone.

-When you opened your eyes, they widened, seeing you were in Japan, at the Tanabata Festival.

-The blood on your sword was gone and you were quick to sheath it before Triton pulled back, in awe, “Where are we?”

-You smiled, standing and taking his hand, “A festival on Earth, shall we walk around?”

-His eyes sparkled brightly up at you, a grin on his face as you headed into the festival, knowing this was a good way to get away from the drama happening in Valhalla.

-Triton loved the colors of the paper lanterns, everyone wearing clothes similar to the two of you, and all sorts of treats around. You were solely to blame for getting him hooked on red bean shaved ice.

-When you approached the temple, he tugged your hand, “Mama what is that tree?” you looked up, seeing the Wish Tree and you smiled, “This festival is all about making wishes. When you make your wish, you write it on a piece of paper and hang it on the bamboo for good fortune with hopes that your wish will be granted.”

-He nodded earnestly, and you took him over to the paper slips and you both wrote your wishes on the paper and found a branch to tie them together, side by side.

-The two of you held hands as you walked through the festival, enjoying the music before Triton spoke up, “Y/N, I can’t wait for my wish to come true! I want you and papa to be friends again!”

-Triton knew of your past with Poseidon, as you told him about it, and you smiled softly down at him, at his kind words, “I think it would be nice to be friends with him.”

-He beamed up at you, swinging your arm lightly before he asked you what you wished for and you smiled down at him, “For you to be healthy, strong, and happy.” His smile could only widen, and you grinned, mischievously, as you both went back and got another helping of red bean shaved ice, which made him cheer loudly.

-The two of you returned to Valhalla, holding your treats and Amaterasu couldn’t help but giggle as Triton went to share his treat with his father and you shared with your mother.

-She pecked your forehead gently, a soft look in her eyes, “I heard both of your wishes, little one, I will stand beside you in your decisions.” You smiled, thanking her while Poseidon was holding his head, having a brain freeze while Triton was laughing, not questioning where Amphitrite was, as neither of you wanted to know.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Can I get a Gareth Emerson x transfer student reader. The reader is new to Hawkins high school and she’s trying to find a group to connect with. She isn’t having an lucky until she meets Gareth Emerson.

this is such a cute idea 🥰 and im sorry it’s taken me so long to get to it!!

Starting at a new place was always scary, especially having to go to a new school where you knew absolutely no one

You knew you would find your place eventually, have a group of friends and find your place amongst the schools many cliques

But that was the scary part of it all

No one ever likes the new kid

At least that’s what you had always assumed

From the moment you walked into your first class you could just feel the eyes of everyone else burning into you, trying to figure you out before they knew anything about you

Your teacher directed you to your seat, all the way to the side of the classroom, next to a boy who gave you a kind smile

Of course you smiled back, you didn’t want to come off as rude, but all through class you would catch him sneaking glances over to you

He seemed decently nice, and from what you could tell his stares were simply out of curiosity rather than acting like a creep

Which was amazing considering those weren’t typically the types of stares you had gotten from the other guys around school

As soon as class was finished, you felt someone tap your arm as you walked into the hall, and once you turned around and saw the boy you had sat next to in class

And he seemed a bit nervous to be talking to you

He said his name was Gareth in between nervous stutters and he was nice enough to ask if you wanted to sit with him and his friends for lunch

And you gladly accepted his kind offer, which earned a few more nervous stutters from him as you smiled at one another

Up until lunch, your mind had been littered with thoughts of Gareth

He was the only person kind enough to approach you, and him being cute was just an added bonus

Especially when he looked so nervous just to be talking to you

You were hoping that he didn’t use the offer to you as a joke, and you stood in the doorway to the cafeteria for a few moments searching for any sign of him

His bright red vest, his fluffy brown hair, anything to give you a hint as to where they may have been sitting

You nearly jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder

But when you turned around you saw the adorable smile of Gareth, ready to lead you over to the table where everyone was sitting

He told you there was nothing to worry about with him or his friends, they looked scary but they were some of the best people he knew

And once you sat down and he introduced you to them you knew he was right

They weren’t that scary, they were just a normal group of nerdy teenage boys, but Gareth seemed to be treating you a little different than the rest of the boys

He was much shyer around you, and every now and then you’d catch his eyes on you or spot the pink blush on his cheeks whenever he heard your giggle

You knew enough about boys to know that he probably had a little crush on you, and you weren’t complaining

He was sweet, he was adorable, he wasn’t afraid to be himself and that’s what you’d really admired about him

And not only that but he went the extra mile and wanted to show you around and bring him into his group without knowing much about you

He was so cute and you were happy that he wanted to get to know you better

You couldn’t wait to get to know him a little better too

[whiskeyswriting]

Levels and Jealous

😍pairing: Javy "Coyote" Machado x Reader

👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼pairing: Platonic!Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

💭summary: Who would have thought that your favorite rival would lead you to the love of your life?

🎶 Song Inspiration 1: Levels by Nick Jonas

🎶 Song Inspiration 2: Jealous (Remix) by Nick Jonas

Playlist: Spotify | Apple

⚠️warning: mentions of alcohol and suggestive speech.

📝A/N1: This is a work of fiction. Please do not copy or post anywhere else. Feel free to like and reblog but do give credit. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I do not own any of the photos included in this post. Photos used have been from Pinterest or Tumblr or Instagram. I also don’t own any of the characters mentioned.

📝A/N2: Jake’s unofficial callsign for reader is Cupcake.

Who would have told you that your elementary school rival would actually turn out to be your favorite person in the world? Jake would. Actually that is how your rivalry and friendship started. It was first grade and you had to switch classes since your teacher left on maternity leave.

You shyly made your way to the empty seat next to a small blonde boy. He smiles widely at you and told you “We’re gonna be best friends… But I’m a better speller than you. So we’ll be spelling bee rivals. Don’t forget it!”

Your tiny face looked at him in confusion. “And who are you?”

“I’m Jakey.”

The memory made you smile and then laugh when you saw the perfectly imperfect poster Jake made for picking you up at the airport.

You ran the rest of the way to reach him. “Jake! You still can’t spell cupcake? So much for spelling bee master!”

“Listen Cupcake…” he pretends to growl and hugs you tightly. “You look good!”

“I am. I am very good Seresin.”

“Wow. She sounds exactly like you Jake…” the caramel skinned man besides Jake.

“Who do you think I learned it from?” Jake gives your waist another squeeze. “She’s the best person ever. But it goes to her head. Coyote.. this is Cupcake. Cupcake, this is Coyote. One of the other pilots from the academy.”

You extend your hand to shake his. “A pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard about you.”

He places his hand on your to shake and it’s as if you had never known what warmth and colors were. A pleasant warmth takes over and you notice the uniform he’s wearing. Khaki was now your new favorite color.

You hadn’t noticed that Jake, who was now clearing his throat for attention, was also in his uniform. “Shall we go?”

“Mhmm. Yeah,” you nod.

“Good. I got us reservations at the new French restaurant,” Jake says as he and Javy place your bags onto the bed of the truck.

As you all talked over dinner, Javy discovered there were levels to your friendship with Jake, as well as with your personality.

It’s not that he considered you fake. No. He prided himself in knowing how to read people. That’s why he was able to discover how much more you relaxed and truly showed yourself the more comfortable you were with someone.

Did he want to get to know every inch of your body? Of course. He was not blind and he could appreciate your beauty. But you were the first person that made him want to climb all those levels so he could know you in every facets. It kept taking him by surprise how much this feeling had taken over him after having just met you hours earlier.

“Did you know that this little hell raiser is the one that originally gave me my callsign?” Jake tells Javy as he slings his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close.

“It was the best insult I could come up with as an 8 year old!” You exclaim laughing. “You sucked at playing hangman.”

Something in Javy’s chest clenches at hearing your laugh. He takes in your smile and how your eyes crinkle at Jake making you laugh.

Everything was always easy for Jake. He always got the best scores on any test. He always was the most popular. And he always got the girls.

Javy knew he didn’t have a right to feel this jealousy over someone he just met, but there was something about you that he just needed to make you his.

“So how long have you two been hooking up?” He asks, more bluntly than he anticipated.

You and Jake look at each other and start laughing. “Never!”

“Nope! She’s the only one that I would never try to get with because she scares me!” Jake says laughing. “No but seriously. She’s truly been the only girl that actually has been a friend and helped me so much.” He leans over and kisses your temple. “Sorry Javy but she’s my original best friend… and rival!”

“Jake is still the worst to play hangman with, but yeah he’s been the only guy I’ve met that has never tried to cross the line of friendship with me. I respect him for that. And now he’s graduating from the Naval Academy!”

“All because you two,” he points between you and Javy. “You two kept me in line.”

You turn to smile at the other aviator. “He gets easily distracted talking about himself right?”

This causes Javy to crack up. He brings his hand to his chest as he still laughs. “Oh! That’s it. You’re my friend now,” he says and subconsciously places his hand on your thigh. Javy’s protective and jealous side were obvious to Jake. He would glower at any of the patrons of the restaurant that would leer at you. He would make sure they knew he had claimed you, so to speak. He would lean closer to you and keep an arm wrapped around the back of your seat.

You’re so distracted by staring at Javy and enjoying his laugh that you don’t notice his hand on your thigh.

Unlike you, Jake notices and smirks to himself. “Let me get refills for everyone,” he says dismissing himself to give you two time to talk.

For as much as you loved Jake, tonight was the first time you ever wished for him to leave you hanging for a few hours.

Ever since meeting his friend Coyote, you’ve just wanted to be near and with this man. ‘He looks like he smells of cinnamon and whiskey and warm summer mornings,’ you tell yourself.

You try to control the scowl on your face when you see a group of college girls approach Javy while he was at the bar. You sigh as he smiles charmingly at them and feel a bit of jealousy.

That word makes you stop in your train of thought. ‘Jealous? You just met him and have no claim on him!’

You’ll admit you felt a bit jealous at the confidence the college girls had to just approach any man that you wanted. You were about to look away when you noticed that Javy shook his head no when they tried to get his number.

Once he came back with the drinks, you feel his arm go around the back of your seat and you feel yourself relaxed into his side.

It’s not soon after that you are all making your way back to the truck to head home. Jake keeps his eyes on you but stays back pretending he left his wallet. He tosses his keys to Javy. “Just get the truck ready. I’ll be right there.”

Javy nods and uses this alone moment with you to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you close to him. He leans down and whispers in your ear “How about we show Jake what it’s like to leave him hanging and we go have our own friendship?” He nips at your earlobe before he starts walking again.

That warmth that you felt when you met him increased hundredfold. “Make me howl and I’ll understand why you’re called Coyote.”

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Scattered Thoughts Before

It was roughly one year ago. I had the worst mental breakdown of my life. No one was hiring me despite the apparent teacher shortage, I felt like I was wasting time by not doing anything worthwhile, and in therapy, the first time I had ever gone, my therapist forced me to come to some hard truths. She made me realize that I had put up walls in order to protect myself. She made me realize so much of my self-esteem was tied to my cousin who is off living her own life. But that same session she told me that all I ever do when I go in there is talk about travel and writing, so I needed to start doing it. So what if I had no one to go with? I could go by myself.

I wanted to tell my cousin, my best friend when I saw her that weekend that I was finally going to do it--I was planning on going to Europe next Summer, now. I thought maybe a little naively she may want to go with me. She showed me a picture on her phone. She was pregnant. This isn't going to be a flattering part of my story but I have to write it down because it's my truth. I went to the bathroom, and I cried. Violently. Here I was, couldn't find a job, just knew I was never going to be able to meet anyone, and there was best friend, off making her own life and moving on while I was shut out. I hated every fat, wet tear I shed that day and I despised myself for them, and that made it all the worse. I couldn't even tell my cousin, K, that I was making one of my biggest dreams a reality. I was asked if I was excited to be an aunt. I thought I'd be a shitty aunt. I said no. Being an aunt terrified me. My aunt, my cousin's step-mom, found out--and what proceeded was a month long battle with my aunt, (cousin's step mom) who called me all sorts of vile names.

Later on in therapy I discussed what happened, and my therapist made me realize my reaction was rooted in my issues with self-esteem, and that because of the history I had with my cousin, K. I had dreams for us once, because when we were kids we talked about traveling and having kids together, and they all ended when she married her long-term boyfriend and I remained alone and no one was taking me along in the ride called life. But my therapist told me that was alright. I could go make new dreams.

Sometime later I talked to K, and while my therapist said fences may not have been fully mended, something I knew, it was alright. I booked my trip, the one I'm about to leave for today. I got a job. I struggled in that job, but I got better thanks to some people beautiful people I met. My friend from grad school, M, started going out with me a little more. One day we talked late into the night about everything. I told her everything I never felt comfortable telling K--all my crazy fandoms and hyperfixations and fanfiction. I told her about my novel I started when I was 18 that I had to put on hiatus because I didn't think I was good enough yet. I became a really good teacher. I became a lot of kids cool aunts. I saw K once and it was awkward. She called me once when I was at the Ren Fair with M to see how I was, (after I saw some photos she was in town with some of her bridesmaids, refraining from inviting me) My aunt in Hawaii asked me to come to the Merrie Monarch festival in Hawaii to see my cousin dance the hula. It was transcendental. I got to hang out with cousin I, who told me when I was at the airport after that she missed me already. I cried. No one had ever told me something like that before. Tiny miracles wove themselves together, unlike before were I felt like it was all tiny misfortunes. Then, one day in March, myself unable to let go of the tiny threads of inspiration that had been weaving together in my brain, I went back to my story I started when I was eighteen. A surer writer now, not as clumsy and inelegant with words. I made my leading lady Hawaiian, because I'm not so ashamed of it anymore. I spent the whole weekend editing my draft to give to M, because I want her to read it. For the first time, I don't keep my writing guarded. I want to boast and brag. And today, I will be away. The dream I had for myself when I was 12, to travel Europe because I loved Samantha Brown on my TV, is coming true.

For the first time in my life, I think I feel really and truly renewed. I feel like a beautiful woman, off to have an adventure, both outwardly and inwardly as I continue to write and continue to be.

Things were lost, things were gained. Such is life. I did it.

[polikszena]

For a little bit of sunshine - Chapter 2

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary: He is one of the country’s best naval aviators, she is a dance instructor and a writer. He has been called back to Top Gun for an extremely dangerous mission, she is battling her insecurities. They meet at a bar. This is their story.

Relationships: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female OC

Chapter 1

Chapter summary: Rooster learns something new about Maggie while she realizes that hard work eventually does pay off.

Songs: Ironic by Alanis Morissette

Word count: 2153

A/N: Thank you for the reblogs and the likes on the first chapter! :) Also, this thing about the dance classes in the Navy Base is entirely my headcanon, it doesn’t exist in real life (they wouldn’t exist in the story either if Maggie’s father wasn’t a vice admiral).

Chapter 2 - La Cubanita

A smile touched Maggie Rose Miller’s lips as she looked around the club and saw people gathering on the dance floor. She was standing next to the DJ set wearing a red dress with a flowy skirt and dancing shoes, observing the forming crowd. She spotted Phoenix next to two other aviators with the call signs Payback and Fanboy. A smile touched Maggie’s lips as her friend waved to her. She had mentioned she would have this workshop in the club La Cubanita, but she wasn’t expecting Phoenix to come. Yet she was happy to see her and her colleagues there.

Besides being a romance writer, Maggie was also working as a dance instructor. It all started during her college years when she got a job as a receptionist in a dance school and fell in love with salsa so much that over the years she became an instructor. She wasn’t considering making a career out of dancing until another company bought the publishing company she was working for and they terminated her contract. As the saying goes, when a door closes, another one opens, because that was what gave Maggie the push to apply for a teacher training course. That was also the time when she finished her first novel and started sending it to publishers. And now she was a certified dance instructor, specialized in Cuban salsa, but she was also trained in ballroom dances as well. She wouldn’t be able to train competitive ballroom dancers, but it was enough in the social field. She did that training after she gave a crash course to sailors and other Navy people before the Navy Ball a few years ago after her father found out that his subordinates could not dance. It started as a single course, but then the officers found it useful and it became a regular thing. She met Phoenix on a course like this and now it felt nice to see aviators in her workshop again.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and turning around she saw her fellow instructor and long-time dance partner, Toni Álvarez, a San Diego-born Cuban guy in his mid-thirties.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

Maggie flashed a smile at him and nodded her head. “Let’s do this!”

***

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw couldn’t care less about the salsa workshop when he arrived at La Cubanita that night. He only came to this place to unwind, to keep his thoughts off Maverick, the mission, his father. He didn’t want to go to The Hard Deck to listen to Hangman’s mocking. He knew it would lead to a fight which wouldn’t help with his chances to be part of the team to eliminate that uranium factory. Not to mention that he didn’t want to get banished from the bar either as Penny wasn’t a big fan of fistfights.

Too early, he stated in mind, realizing that the workshop was still on, but at least he had some time for a drink before hitting the dance floor. Surprisingly, he found Bob, Phoenix’s Weapon Systems Officer and roommate at the bar, sipping a glass of orange juice. Rooster wasn’t expecting him to be in a club like this, but who knew, dancing might be Bob’s secret talent.

“Phoenix and the others are in the workshop,” the WSO told him, gesturing towards the dance floor.

Rooster didn’t take long to find her, paired up with Payback, and he also noticed Fanboy with a brunette girl.

“Now let’s try it with music, okay?” he heard the instructor’s voice which drew a smile on his face as he recognized her. And he had to admit, she looked great in red.

“That’s Maggie, Phoenix’s friend,” Bob told him.

“I know who she is,” Rooster said, still smiling. Maggie the murderer.

Once the workshop ended, Maggie joined the aviators and they went to the bar together to find Bob who wasn’t on his own anymore.

“Hi Maggie,” Bob waved at her, smiling. “Do you remember Rooster?”

Seeing the mustached aviator, the dance instructor froze for a moment. Then, as she recognized him, a grin broke out on her face. Although not exactly for being happy to see him. She was, but what made her even happier was realizing that she hadn’t even thought about him in the last few days. Not a single thought. Which was remarkable, because in the past , whenever Maggie Rose Miller crossed paths with an attractive man who showed even the slightest interest in her, she tended to develop a crush on them, or sometimes worse - to fall in love with them way before anything could have happened between them.

Love was just another field for Maggie to be a disappointment in. All of her close friends were already married with children, while she felt like she couldn’t get a date to save her life, which was quite ironic for a romance writer. Had Alanis Morissette known about this, she would have put it into her song.

It took her a long time to change the ways she thought about love and romance (in real life, not in her novels), a lot of hard work to get to the point of meeting someone attractive and not imagining every possible scenarios to run into him anywhere in the city and not spending hours thinking about how much she didn’t want to overthink it. Despite she hadn’t said it out loud, she was so desperate for love, for real romance that she clinged on even the smallest sign of affection. And now she was facing the mustached piano guy in a Hawaiian shirt whom she had an interesting conversation with, but whom she didn’t even think about even though she found him attractive. Maggie felt like she was cured of a disease.

“Of course, hello!” she finally said, still smiling, still being over the moon for not thinking about him.

“Didn’t know you were a dance instructor,” the aviator said, unable not to smile back at her. Although he might have wiped it off if he knew the real reason why he was smiling that much. “I thought you were a writer.”

“The two things don’t exclude each other,” she told him.

He couldn’t argue with that. At this moment the party officially started and the DJ began to play some salsa music that called the dancers to the floor. Unexpectedly, Rooster held his hand out to Maggie.

“May I?” he asked.

“Aren’t you afraid to dance with the teacher?” she teased him.

“I like challenges.”

“Good to know that,” Maggie said with a smile, taking his hand and they headed to the dance floor.

She was curious what he would do as most Top Gun pilots thought they could dance when they were actually on the same level as one’s uncle after five shots of tequila at a wedding reception. There were exceptions, of course, but nine out of ten cocky hotshots who thought dancing workshops were derogatory, belonged to Top Gun.

Rooster, however, seemed to be one of the exceptions. Maggie didn’t know his opinions on workshops, but he definitely could dance. In fact, he was a lot better than she had expected. If it made him any nervous that she was on a more advanced level, he didn’t show it. He didn’t know all the different steps, but he could lead the ones he knew smoothly and with confidence. He’d be every girl’s dream in a beginner class, she thought with a small laugh. A good leader, with warm (and dry) hands, and on top of that, he was good looking as well. And seemed to enjoy dancing. So did Maggie. She had a smile for everyone she danced with, but a good partner could make her glow, no matter which level they were on. She still couldn’t wipe the smile off her face when Rooster led her back to the others after the song ended. She couldn’t help but notice that he was grinning like an idiot as well.

“How’s the murder going?” the aviator asked when he sat down next to her sometime later.

“Not very good, because you’re still here,” she joked after taking a sip of her drink.

“You’re the one keeping me alive,” he pointed it out, “as you’re the murderer.”

“Only because you dance,” she said. “And you do it pretty well. And you’re a Top Gun pilot. Is there anything you can’t do?”

“Well, I’m a terrible cook,” he told her while eating a handful of peanuts from the bowl in front of them. “And I hope you’ll never be in my team in Pictionary.”

A smile touched Maggie’s lips and she found herself wondering if he was just being modest (which wasn’t like a prototypical Top Gun pilot at all) or if he was indeed bad at drawing.

“You cannot be much worse than me,” she said. “I even struggle with stick figures. I’m a disappointment in Pictionary.”

“Is this why they call you ‘Letdown’?” he wondered.

Maggie had to take a sip of her virgin mojito to swallow the self-deprecating jokes that were about to leave her mouth once Rooster mentioned her call sign.

“No-one really calls me like this,” she admitted, “as it’s not an actual call sign.”

It was given to her by one of the aviators in the first group she had ever taught to dance. His name was James Preston with the call sign “Bel Ami”. He told her it was not possible that she was the only one in the room without a call sign and the rest of the group joined him in convincing her to get one. He asked him what was her most defining quality and she said “Disappointment” without thinking which made the whole group go quiet as they weren't expecting such an answer. She tried to brush that off with a joke that it would be too long when James came up with “Letdown” as a synonym and she gladly accepted it. Of course, she had a huge crush on him. She could still recall his smile, but instead of that warm and fuzzy feeling it once gave her, now she only felt a wave of embarrassment. Perhaps it was time to choose a new call sign for herself, even though that would be against the rules, but she wasn’t a pilot, was she?

“But do you know what never disappoints?” she asked, changing the topic, chasing the memory of James “Bel Ami” Preston out of her mind.

“What?” he asked as he shoved another handful of peanuts in his mouth.

“Poison. There are many different kinds and they are not very easy to find. You can put it into someone’s food and they wouldn’t even notice it,” she told him with a mysterious smile then she slowly shifted her gaze to the bowl which made Rooster choke on his peanuts.

For a moment he thought she was serious (he even spat some peanuts out) but then she burst out laughing.

“I’m so sorry, I just had to do this,” she apologized while still shaking with laughter. “I was just joking, I wouldn’t actually poison you. God, you should have seen your face!”

Rooster tried to look cross with her as he was sweeping the salt and the peanuts off his jeans, but he failed as a grin broke out on his face, followed by a chuckle that turned into laughter.

“Fair enough, I was asking for it,” he said, as it was him who started talking about murder and then the peanuts… he had to admit, he would have done the same in a reverse situation. “But for this you have to teach me a new step,” he told her. “Right now.”

“You deserve it,” Maggie said, getting up from her chair, still laughing.

A few hours later, when they walked out of the club, Rooster offered Maggie a ride home.

“I would love to take it, thank you, but I don’t want to walk back to my car tomorrow,” she smiled, gesturing towards a small turquoise Honda in the parking lot. “Maybe next time. Goodnight, Rooster,” she said then headed to her car.

“How can I know there will be a next time?” he asked.

Maggie’s smile grew wider as she turned back around. Digging into her bag she pulled out a flyer of the dance school with the list of the classes held on the Navy Base. She folded it in four then walked to him and put it in his shirt’s pocket.

“There,” she said. “Now you’ll know where to find me.”

Then she went back to her car, making an effort not to look back. She knew it would be extremely hard not to overanalyze everything that had been said and done that night or not to imagine every possible scenario of where this could go, but Rooster wasn’t the only one who liked challenges.

Chapter 3

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Angel From France- Remus Lupin x OC

Remus Lupin x Violetta Cook

Description: Violetta is the new student at Hogwarts, and is immediately annoyed by Sirius Black’s attempts to swoon her. When she finally has enough, Remus doesn’t mind being there to help her

Word Count: 2.3k

“Morning lads,” Sirius walked into the Great Hall with an oddly wide smile on his face. Remus, Peter and James gave each other a confused glance as the boy took a seat beside James.

“Uh, morning Padfoot,” Peter responded curiously, Remus repeating his words.

“What’s got you so happy this morning?” James asked with a small laugh as Sirius picked up a biscuit and began to spread jam on it. The boy in question shrugged nonchalantly then looked at his friends. 

“Have you seen the new French student?” He asked instead of answering James. The boys shook their heads. They knew that there was a Beauxbatons student coming to Hogwarts, but that’s about all they knew. She arrived last night after dinner so only a few people have seen her, most of them being the others in her house. No one knew what house she was in though. 

“I saw her while I was walking in here,” he continued. “She’s quite fit, part Veela. I wouldn’t mind getting to know her more.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. The boys shared a tired look. Of course he was focused on trying to make it with the new girl. 

“Pads,” Remus started with a sigh. Sirius didn’t let him finish though. 

“There she is,” he informed them, nodding his head to the entrance. The other three turned, along with a few others, as a group of students walked in. They were led in by Professor Flitwick and they seemed to be surrounding one person that they couldn’t see. Once inside, the professor turned to face the students and said something they couldn’t hear. Seconds later a girl with striking platinum blonde hair stepped out from the crowd and responded.

Sirius wasn’t kidding when he told them she was fit. Though, Remus wouldn’t have used such a provocative word. She was, for lack of a better word, stunning. Upon closer inspection, he realized she was wearing a blue tie. She was in Ravenclaw, which made sense that Flitwick was showing her to the Great Hall. 

After the professor responded to her, he made his way to the teacher’s table. The group that the girl stood with began leading her to the Ravenclaw table. That obviously meant having to pass the Gryffindor table. Sirius gave his friends a sly smile. 

“Watch this,” he stated before patting the table and getting up as the group reached their table. “Well hello there, beautiful,” he greeted with a charming smile. Remus shook his head and rubbed his temple. This wasn’t going to be good. 

“Oh, ‘ello,” the girl spoke with a thick french accent, smiling politely. 

“I’m Sirius Black, though you probably already know that,” he continued confidently. “What might your name be?” 

“Violetta Cook,” she introduced, her accent as strong as her, as she held out her hand. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Remus silently tried not to swoon at her accent. Sirius took her hand, but instead of shaking it he turned it over and placed a kiss on the top of it. The girl’s eyebrows shot up as she watched him, looking unimpressed until he looked at her again, where she painted the polite smile on her face again.

“So, all the way from France, aye?” He asked. Violetta didn’t have a chance to answer before someone else stepped forward.

“Violetta, let’s go. You don’t want to be around the likes of Sirius here,” Gaia, who had been standing beside her spoke, giving Sirius a pointed look. The boy pretended to be hurt by her words and rested his hands over his heart. 

“You wound me, Gaia,” he stated dramatically. The girl rolled her eyes. 

“I can do a lot worse than that,” she replied with a sarcastic smile, continuing to pull Violetta to the Ravenclaw table. 

“It was nice to meet you,” Violetta called as she followed. Sirius grinned and sat back down once more. 

“I think that went well, don’t you? She’ll be under my spell in no time, just you wait,” He stated, continuing to eat. 

“Sirius I have never seen something backfire so bad,” James laughed. “Did you see the way she didn't respond at all to you?” Sirius rolled his eyes playfully and shoved his friend gently.

“Moony back me up here,” he said. When Remus didn’t respond, the three of them turned to him. He was still staring at Violetta, almost as if in a trance. James, Sirius and Peter gave each other a knowing look then looked at the boy. 

“Oy, Earth to Remus,” James called with an amused smile. The boy snapped out of his tranced state and looked at them. 

“Sorry what?” He asked, leaning forward. Sirius chuckled and took another bite.

“I was just telling Prongs here that I think I could have her under my spell in a week’s time,” he explained, an air of overconfidence surrounding him. Remus didn’t exactly look pleased by his friend’s proclamation, but he didn’t say anything. 

Three days later, Sirius still hadn’t backed down. It was getting a bit old if the guys were being honest. Sirius wasn’t giving up though, he was insisted on being the first one to get with the hot French student. 

“Morning Violetta,” Sirius greeted as the girl walked into the Potions class that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw shared. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” 

“Non, I still do not want to sleep with you Sirius,” she responded with her accent still pretty thick, not looking up from her book as she took a seat. Remus looked at his friend with the shake of his head. 

“Knock it off Padfoot,” he demanded when Sirius began responding to her. He had no idea what his friend was about to say, but chances were that it wouldn’t be good. Violetta turned around to give him a grateful smile. The tips of his ears turned pink while he returned the grin then looked down at his textbook as Slughorn walked in. 

He could practically feel her getting annoyed with Sirius constantly flirting with her, but she was way too nice to say anything to him. Every time he saw her somewhere, he’d leave the conversation to go charm her. Usually he would back away when she started showing signs of annoyance, but he was getting more insistent. Sirius Black was too proud to back down once he’s said something, this was no exception.

He couldn’t blame Sirius for wanting to be around her. Hell even James, who had been interested in Ella since first year, couldn’t help but be in awe at the sight of her. The problem was that Sirius was going about it the wrong way. Remus usually didn’t care about who Sirius was trying to get it with, but he felt oddly protective of the girl this time. She didn’t deserve this, but he wasn’t about to play hero if she seemed to be handling it well on her own. 

Things came to a head exactly a week after Violetta had started at Hogwarts. Remus had been on a sweets run from the kitchen, and was understandably confused when he got back to the common room. He walked in to see Violetta yelling at Sirius, who sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. James, Peter, Gaia  and Ella were sitting in the chairs surrounding the fireplace, watching her in shock.

“You are a sick, selfish and disgusting pig! All of ze boys at ‘ogwarts are! You want to know where you can stick zat big ego of yours?” She asked before saying something Remus wouldn’t dare repeat in front of his mother, shocking the others. Sirius obviously wasn’t deterred by it because he stood up. 

“Allez, tu n'as pas à agir comme si tu ne voulais plus de moi (Come on, you don’t have to act like you don’t want me anymore),” he responded, towering over her. 

“Viens juste dans ma chambre et on peut parler (Just come on up to my room and we can talk-)-” he was cut off by Violetta reeling back and punching him. No, not slap, she full on decked him in the cheek. 

“Va te faire foutre, Sirius Black (Screw you, Sirius Black),” she seethed before storming out, shoving past Remus with a quiet apology to him. The boy’s eyes followed her in shock as Sirius groaned, sitting back down while holding his cheek. Slowly, Remus walked over to his friends and set the sweets down. 

“I think I may have taken that a bit too far,” Sirius muttered, rubbing his bruised cheek.

“You think?” Ella asked sarcastically, shooting him an incredulous look as she sat on the coffee table in front of him to examine the bruise. Sirius rolled his eyes then winced when the girl poked it. Remus wasn’t paying attention though. He felt awful that he let Sirius’s flirting go on for so long with only saying something every so often-

He nearly jumped out of his skin when something touched his hand. He looked to the side to see Gaia attempting to grab his attention by tapping his hand. Once she noticed that his attention was on her, she gave him a patient smile. 

“You know, when Violetta wants to be alone, she usually goes to the lake and sits under the tree,” she informed him. Gaia knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to go comfort the girl. It was in his nature, but the want increased tenfold when it’s Violetta they were talking about. He gave her a small nod and began walking out, but stopped when Sirius reached out and grabbed his wrist. 

“Hey,” he called, making Remus look at him. “Tell her I’m sorry,” he requested softly. While hesitant at first, he finally gave his friend a nod then walked out, grabbing a few pieces of candy from the coffee table. 

Just a few minutes later he reached the tree beside the Black Lake. Violetta was sitting on the ground resting against the base of it, looking out at the water. She seemed to have heard him coming because her head snapped towards him. 

“What do you want?” She asked tensely, crossing her arms over her chest. Remus shot her a sympathetic smile upon reaching her. 

“Hey, I just wanted to come check on you,” he explained gently, taking a seat a few feet away from her. “Also to give you these.” He pulled out the candy he’d shoved into his pockets on his way out. She stared at him hesitantly then slowly took a piece, examining the wrapping. 

"Les Bêtises de Cambrai?" She asked, looking at him confused. “How deed you get these? I thought they deed not have these in ze U.K.” Remus blushed shyly then looked down.

“I remembered you telling Gaia that one thing you missed about France was these. My father has friends in France and I asked them to send some so you could have something that reminded you of home,” he explained coyly. Violetta’s heart melted at his words and a blush covered her face. 

Out of all of Sirius’s friends, Remus had probably been her favorite. He never just saw her as a beautiful face, he saw her as Violetta the witty and intelligent Ravenclaw. When she talked passionately about something, he didn’t brush her off or just stare at her without listening. He was truly interested in what she had to say and it was such a nice change for her. It felt like a fresh breath of air. 

Remus watched as she carefully unwrapped the candy and slipped it into her mouth. Her eyes closed and a small smile tugged at her lips at the familiar taste. Merlin, she missed these candies greatly. Remus couldn’t help but smile at her genuinely happy face. Upon noticing him watching her, she held out a hand for another one. He handed it to her wordlessly and chuckled when she repeated her actions.

“Try one,” she urged as she looked at him again. 

“Are you sure?” He asked softly. After getting confirmation, he unwrapped another candy and popped it into his mouth. Violetta watched eagerly while his eyes widened as the caramel hit his tongue.

“Bloody hell! This is really good,” he exclaimed. He smiled brightly when she giggled at his reaction. 

“I can see why you like these so much,” he added as he ate another one. They sat there in silence for a few minutes as the sun began setting.

“When I said zat all the boys of 'ogwarts were pigs, I deed not mean you. You are probably ze nicest one I ‘ave met while ‘ere,” she muttered, looking at him. Remus smiled a bit. 

“Really?” He asked hopefully. She nodded. 

“Really. I appreciate your company because you are not focused on me being part Veela,” she responded simply. Remus’s heart swelled as she spoke. 

“So if I were to ask you out to Hogsmeade this weekend,” he trailed off hopefully. She thought for a minute before smiling at him. 

“I would say that I would love to,” she stated. The boy could have jumped for joy if he 1. hadn’t been sitting down and 2. Didn’t want to scare her away. Slowly, she reached out and took his hand. He, in turn, laced their fingers together. They sat there holding hands until someone called that dinner had started being served. The two looked back at the professor that said it, then looked at each other once more. 

“Want to come eat with the guys and me?” He asked. She seemed hesitant at that.

“Will Sirius be there?” He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded.

“He will, but I’m pretty sure you knocked some sense into him. He told me to tell you that he was sorry by the way.” Violetta blushed and giggled. 

“Then I think I can manage,” she responded, beginning to stand. Remus followed in suit and grabbed their trash. 

“Good,” he said, grabbing her hand again and leading her inside. “You have one hell of a right hook by the way,” he added, making her laugh yet again.

[187days]

Day Eleven

Today’s spirit day theme was “BBQ dads and soccer moms,” which meant all kinds of questionable fashion items were having a moment: puffy vests, visors, big sunglasses, cropped pants, aprons, Hawaiian shirts, cargo shorts, crocs. The Principal had an apron on over his usual shirt and tie, a few senior boys threw on skirts and tennis shoes to do their best mom impressions. I wore some Old Navy capris and a Real Madrid jersey, clipped up my hair, and brought in an enormous box of fruit snacks. I was handing them out during the bell changes, yelling, “Kids! I brought snacks for the game!”

My colleagues and my students were amused. And I was definitely amusing myself. Oh, and yes, my jersey did lead to some smack talk with the Barcelona fans in my classes. It was all in good fun, though. 

Today’s the state primary election (yes, I voted!) so my APGOV lesson was all about how our primaries work, who’s running, which races are the real ones to watch, etc, etc... I had students read an article from the local paper about the election, and check out the various candidates’ pages on Ballotpedia. I also gave a vocab quiz, which went mostly well. I think I’ll have a couple students study up and retake it, but overall? It was good. 

And I’m really happy about how well my ninth graders did in World. They started with twenty minutes of reading, followed by an hour to work on current events write-ups. It was really on them to use that time effectively- and it’s the first day of class that’s been like that, it’s an assignment that’s a bit more challenging than the ones we did last week- and I think they did really well. I didn’t have to do many redirects at all; I just walked around fielding questions as needed. So I was impressed, and I told them so before class ended. 

I really can’t overstate how different this year is from last year. The bounce “back to normal” is almost surreal. Covid’s hardly on the radar, both because there are few to no cases and no more atypical safety protocols. We’ve taken steps to address some of the behavioral issues we saw last year- most of which were the result of the trauma brought on by the last few years- and so far we’ve been really successful in our efforts to rebuild a positive school climate and culture (I hope I’m not jinxing it!). I think the majority of students, including some who were responsible for some of the fights and vandalism last year, are on board with making this a better year. 

That’s something our admins mentioned at today’s faculty meeting, too. They were going over discipline data, so we could all see how many referrals we had at this time last year versus this year. They also wanted to call attention to all the tools and resources we have at our disposal to address challenges and negative behaviors, some of which are new (and some of which aren’t, but they might be news to our rookie teachers). The new Dean of Students for 9th and 10th grade (Dean 1) covered that info. He was addressing the whole faculty for the first time other than his introduction, and I think he did a good job. The meeting ran a bit long, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Onto the next!

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Desert Flower Part 3

The Will of Fire,

Yuri ran as she tried to avoid her father and Iruka, who were right behind her. She quickly turned a corner of an alley.

"Hey! Over here, quick!" Yuri heard a familiar voice call out to her and was surprised to see that it was Naruto. Naruto!? He quickly grabbed her hand, leading her away, pulling her with him. "This way!" They slipped into a building and Yuri's father and Iruka ran past them. Then Naruto and Yuri were now climbing up some steps until they reached the top.

"I think we'll be okay here for now. It might be a while for them to find us." Naruto said, sitting down. Yuri's eyes widen in amazement, seeing the entire village on top of the mountain of the stone face carvings.

"Wow."

"Best spot in the Hidden Leaf Village, don't cha think?" Naruto grinned. "So, you're new here, I take it? You said your name was Yuri, right? Not just anybody would come up to me like that."

"You sure do talk a lot." Yuri replied, taking a seat down beside him.

"Yeah, I've been told to have a bigmouth." Naruto smiled. "I can't believe you talked back to the adults like that, especially your dad." Yuri saw Naruto paused at the word "dad", wondering why.

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

"I don't have a dad or a mom. I live by myself. But I'm fine with that, even if it bothers me, I never cry!" Naruto told her.

"You just reminded me of someone from back home." Yuri answered.

"Really? I reminded you of someone from your home. Where are you from? Were they a friend of yours?" Naruto asked her.

"I..." Yuri paused, thinking before answering Naruto. "I came from the Hidden Sand village. I had to leave because the sand and the air there, irritated with my lungs. But I guess you could say he was a friend. I've only talked to him once. I just hope that I could return back there one day when I'm better. I just wonder how he is doing. When I left, we promised each other that we would meet when we're older. But I'm also worried because he seemed a little on edge." Yuri explained to Naruto.

"I'm sure they'll be fine, if they got someone like you waiting for them." Naruto spoke. Yuri blushed and smiled, looking down then looked back at Naruto.

"Why were you sitting by yourself and not playing with the others?" She asked Naruto. Naruto sighed and Yuri saw his eyes changed, a little more intense.

"It's been like that ever since I was born. Everyone in this village hates me. I don't know why. But it's not fair! I didn't even do anything to them!" Naruto shouted, angrily. Yuri's eyes widen a little in shock. He was treated the same way just like Gaara, she wondered...What if Naruto had a-

"Well, you seem alright to me." Yuri told him. Naruto blinked staring at her before smiling. "But, the way the villagers treat you, like you told me. Naruto, do you have a-"

"So, this is where you were." A voice called out, making Yuri jump, along with Naruto, who was startled as well. Naruto and Yuri turned to see an old man wearing red and white robes and hat. The Third Hokage.

"Hey, it's you, old man." Naruto spoke.

"Mind if I join you kids?" He asked, walking over to them. He looked down at Yuri.

"You caused quite the commotion, little one. Your father and some of the academy teachers has been searching for you." He laughed a little. Yuri looked down, avoiding his gaze.

"I just want to go home. I don't belong here." She told him.

"There's a saying here. We're all connect in a way even if not by blood. You have the will of fire in you, don't let it burn out." The Third told her. Yuri blinked.

"The will of fire?" she questioned.

"You'll understand when you're older." He told her. "I think it's time that you get back, don't you think?" He smiled.

"Okay, I'm willing to give it another chance." Yuri spoke.

"I'll race you back!" Naruto shouted and got up, getting a head start. 

"Wait! Naruto! That's cheating!" Yuri shouted, chasing after him. The Third Hokage smiled as he watched the two of them run off.

Yuri and Naruto were running in the streets and Yuri's father and Iruka jumped down in front of them. Yuri's father quickly ran over to her, grabbing Yuri by her shoulders. "Yuri! I've finally found you! Don't EVER run off like that! You had me worried sick!" Yuri smiled and nodded.

"I'm sorry, dad. I want to try again! Can we go back!?" She quickly told him. Her father blinked in confusion, wondering why she suddenly changed her mind so quickly. Yuri quickly grabbed her father's hand, pulling him. "Come on!"

"What? Yuri! Hey, wait!-"

Iruka gritted his teeth as soon as he saw Naruto, who tensed up.

"Why. aren't. you. back. at. the. school?" Iruka asked him, putting his hands on his hips, waiting for an answer. Naruto smiled and laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, I wanted to help out. She could've gotten lost or hurt. We had a nice chat and-"

"That's great. You can help by going back and wait there, like I've told you and the others." Iruka told Naruto, pointing.

"Alright! Alright! Sheesh, I'm going!" Naruto complained.

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Guardelia Cloak 7

-Over at Glocelle Park- (Lunelle) "I see so you lost to that girl....I guess the stone loss style is still not paying off?". (Leon) "Sadly no, how did your battle go against the other girl?". (Lunelle) "An easy win, she is arrogant like -fist clenches- Elsie Renadora!". (Leon) "I see you are still not over that battle, I know you don't want to hear this but the Fernie girl seems kind. Maybe she could be the one to move past our anger towards the Knighus organisation!". (Lunelle) "Until everyone knows about their schemes players like us will continue to be treated like dirt! But sure let's see how that girl feels when she sees what it's like to compete there, however I want to face her first!". (Masked Man) "Hmm so there are others who hold a gripe against Knighus?"

-The next day at Fernie's school- (Teacher) "Okay class settle down, from today on we will have a new student! Miss Jiemena please introduce yourself" (Byumi) "Um hi my name is Byumi Jiemena it is a pleasure to meet you all...". She seems very nervous but I guess that is to be expected, she then sat next to me! During break I tried to meet up with Nico as I wanted to tell her to go apologize to that girl from the other night but she wasn't around! I saw the new girl sitting alone....I decided to go ask if she was okay. I couldn't help but worry in case she felt alone, (Fernie) "Hey um my name is Fernie and I was wondering if you are okay?". I then noticed she was looking through a deck of cards, (Byumi) "Oh I'm fine just um checking my deck but thanks for checking on me. Hmm do you like Guardelia? sorry you seemed interested in my cards". I took a deep breath, (Fernie) "Yeah but the thing is I had a phase where I um wasn't fond of the game and everyone here knew about it! So I um avoid being seen playing, feel free to consider that weird". (Byumi) "Ah I see...well if you are having fun again that's what counts!".

I then told her the story behind my last 3 battles....I felt kind of bad pouring my heart out to someone who just moved here. It just felt nice being able to explain things to a fresh face for some reason. (Byumi) "I see, maybe you need a casual battle, so how about I face you next?" (Fernie) "If you want to then sure thing" she nodded and we agreed to meet at an antiques shop. Byumi picked the location which I felt was fair since she will probably take time to learn the spots around here. When I arrived she took me through to a back room....(Byumi) "This is my family's shop so feel free to make yourself at home!" (Fernie) "Ah nice, maybe I could convince my parents to check this place out". We then both took our places at the opposite ends of the table and flipped a coin! (Byumi) "Okay I will start by summoning Shine Owl as my ace and I place 2 effect cards then call it a turn!" (Fernie) "My turn, I summon Bronze Mage as my ace and then attack your Owl! I then place an effect card" she did not try to counter my opening attack!

(Byumi) "I evolve my ace to Starlight Owl and summon a Twinkle Owl and both my monsters attack your ace!". I decided to take both attacks and luckily for me she only bet 2 stones on each! Now was my turn to try and take a big lead in this battle, (Fernie) "I summon Amethyst Mage as my ace and then I summon a second one and power boost both with the Amethyst's ability!". (Byumi) "I activate Lunar Blessing which power boosts my monster by the same amount, I then use Starlight Owl's ability which nullifies one foe monsters stat boost!". Ugh looks like I am facing another defensive deck, I attacked with my ace since she didn't experience the power down! I bet 3 stones which took Byumi down to 15 life while I was on 16 so it was barely a lead at all. (Byumi) "Fernie let me introduce you to my favourite card, I summon Luminous Owl as my new ace!" Wow it felt weird hearing someone speak so fondly of a card, it made me feel happy though!