#cus its pretty weird to have it just be the class difference

[bittersweet-mojo]

shoutout to the first gay people in the witcher. i sure hope you guys dont die haha. i havent finished the show yet.

[dun9eons]

a/n: hiiiii kyoko x fem reader smut !! im cooking rn im literally so feral for kyoko cus like imagine her girl cock sliding in and out of me like its her last day 🙁

my carrd if u wnna know more abt me > dun9eons.carrd

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summary: It was love at first sight with your substitute teacher, you may have gone too far.. 👀

CW (18+): smut, dub-con, semi-public, futa / girlcock, wlw

words: 2.2k

her favorite student

It was just a normal school day, same old same old. I headed to roll call every morning expecting the same words to come out of my teachers mouth about some announcements or school events I know I won't ever go to, I guess I'm just really lazy.

Today was different though, I had a new substitute for history class, I couldn't really care less though, assuming it was just some old clueless teacher who doesn't know what they're doing.

That wasn't the case.

My ears perked up to the sound of my teacher's voice saying it was a new, young teacher.

I was a bit disappointed, hoping I would just have history class as a free period, but since it's a young teacher, I guess they know a thing or two about respect.

The bell rings, signaling the end of roll call, with many people moving to their respective classes.

It was a coincidence I had history first, so I could see the new young teacher.

I waited against the wall with my friend, waiting for everyone to come so the teacher could lead us inside.

I then suddenly heard the tapping of heels in the walkway, it was so loud, but no one seemed to point it out.

I peaked my head out, stunned at the sight.

It was a tall beautiful lady with luscious lavender hair along with a braid on the side supported by a black ribbon with purple eyes complementing her fair pale skin.

She was wearing boots with heels, a black sleek skirt with a white work shirt and a black tie.

God she was so pretty.

After a minute or two, she then signaled my class inside.

We then took our respective assigned seats and sat waiting for her instruction.

"Hello class, as you know, I am your sub for today as your usual history teacher isn't here. Please call me Ms. Kirigiri, and don't hesitate to put your hand up if you need any help."

Her voice is so mesmerizing, I could hear her repeat that sentence everyday, it's unfortunate that we only have her for today.

I swiped those thoughts away, unpacking my back to bring out my book and pen, although a good looking teacher, still boring, same work. Which was.

I was pretty good at history, but a certain question stumbled on me. I didn't want to embarrass myself, but I had to get this work done, I can't handle work not being finished, I needed everything to be finished.

I raised my hand up, Ms Kirigiri then walked slowly up to me.

I eyed her waist and her his, the way it swayed to either side was distracting me too much, I didn't even notice the blush on my face until she spoke up.

"What do you need help with dear?"

She said that with a raspy voice as she slithered her arm onto my shoulder which instantly sent shivers down my spine, which isn't helping as my blush just grew redder.

"I-I uh.. Just need help with this question.."

I pointed at the question I was struggling on, not really expecting the teacher to know, but to my surprise, she was pretty helpful.

She was kind of rubbing the side of my arm, and my shoulders, I don't know If that made me excited or nervous, there wasn't an in between.

She was explaining the process of how to get to the answer, but for the first time, I couldn't really care less. My elbows were on the table, my head resting on my hand as I just kind of stared at her, thinking some really.. Weird thoughts.

She's so mesmerizing, I wanted her to do things to me that I could never say in front of people, even my closest friends.

I forced myself to snap back to reality as I continued onto my work, breezing through and pretty surprised with myself since the working out she explained really helped.

I was way into my work, not noticing the time till Ms Kirigiri spoke up.

"Class, please pack up as there are 5 minutes left till the bell rings for break."

I sighed, thank god it was an early day. I continued packing my back as I stood up and waited behind my chair, having a little small talk with my friends around me.

The bell rang, me and my other classmates went towards the door.

"Ah, sorry. I apologize but may y/n stay back for a while?"

I froze in place, slowly walking back towards the class, my friends waving me by as they say they'll wait for me at their spot.

My breath was shaky, Ms Kirigiri closed and locked the door.She then sat down on her chair, looking at me with her purple eyes. I could never tell what she was thinking about. It sent shivers down my spine.

I was asking myself questions I couldn't answer myself, I was praying to god I didn't do anything wrong to cause the reason for me staying back.

"So uhm.. Ms Kirigiri, Why am I staying back?"

She crossed a leg over another. I could see the grin forming on her face, which made me even more nervous.

"We'll need to talk about your behavior y/n, but first.."

She trailed off, she then uncrossed her legs and used her hand to pat her lap.

"C'mere."

I could see a spark in her eye, it was filled with lust.

I hesitated but I started to walk slowly towards her, carefully sitting myself down onto her lap.

I don't know If I was nervous or excited, I just wanted to get out of here as soon as I can. So I just complied to whatever she's telling me.

"So.. U-Uhm.. What about my behavior? Did I do anything wrong..?"

I said shyly, trying hard to keep some composure.

"My my.. Y/N perhaps you forgot? I've seen the way you were looking at me during class."

My breath hitched, shit.. I never really thought she would have found out or even pointed it out. I really have to think of an excuse to get out of this since I don't want to get in trouble.

"I- er.. I was just making normal eye contact. It's respectful to make eye contact with whoever is speaking."

I sighed, hoping Ms Kirigiri would just let me off now. I didn't want this situation to escalate, but at the same time I didn't really want to leave. I'm sitting on this beautiful lady's lap, who would want to leave?

"Don't act clueless Y/N..~"

I felt her breath against my ear, her hands slowly sliding up my hip towards my waist.

"Ms Kirigiri.. W-What are you doing..? This is so.."

I trailed off, not continuing my sentences at the thought of my wrong wording can make the situation I'm in worse than it already is.

"You owe me an apology y/n."

She whispered against my ear, instantly turning red, her breath was so warm.

"I-I'm sorry Ms Kirigiri.."

She scoffed, her hands tightening around my waist, making me unable to escape her grasp.

"You call that an apology? I'll show you how to apologize properly."

I started squirming whilst on top of her lap, her hands still wrapped tightly around my waist I could barely move.

She then raised me up, putting me back down onto her lap, now looking towards her.

"Since you like eye contact so much, just keep your eyes on me."

I nodded, I have no words to say. I bit my lip in anticipation, awaiting her next move.

She then slid her skirt and her underwear down a little, just enough to let her hardened cock spring free from it's confines.

My eyes widened at the sight of it, it was pretty big, about 7 inches and girthy.

I swallowed hard, this was way too much for me to handle, but something about it just left me wanting more.

I was then snapped out of my thoughts as I felt Ms Kirigiri slide my skirt and underwear off, tossing them to the side somewhere.

It was embarrassing, I was really wet at this point. I felt her staring, it was uncomfortable, but I was getting hot and bothered at this point, the lust and desire was taking over quicker then intended.

"Wet already huh?"

She teased, she wasn't wrong. I could definitely feel myself getting wetter by the passing time, but I didn't want to look down.

Fucking hell, her cock was just calling out my name, it was just standing up right with no contact.

I decided whether to just pleasure myself with the time we have, so I took the chance.

I lifted myself as I positioned myself, my pussy just hovering over her cock. I held onto her shoulder for support, I never knew I wanted this. I never knew I was like this, but fuck, I needed her so badly.

I then lowered myself onto her cock, silently cursing at the sudden pain of something pretty big entering inside.

"Fuck.. Y/N you're so tight."

She said, her voice hoarse and filled with lust.

It was fine, since the pain was slowly turning into pleasure as Ms Kirigiri guided me throughout the way, she was guiding my waist as I was slowly bouncing on her.

I wrapped my arms around her neck as I continued riding her. I was pathetically whimpering and moaning her name out, I couldn't even care less if anyone heard me. I cared more about the pleasure I was receiving more than anything.

"I.. I'm so close ngh- M-Ms Kirigiri..!"

She picked up her speed, basically forcing me to slam myself down onto her. The noises of skin slapping together and moans filled the room, It was getting blurry. I can't even think or say anything without mumbling something incoherent.

"Fuck.. Y/N, I'm close as well.."

A moment later, I came, Ms Kirigiri hadn't come yet, but she was still lifting me and slamming me down onto her cock, but this time more slowly.

She suddenly then pulled out, cumming all over my and her stomach. It was a messy white mess.

I panted heavily for air, I don't know why, but I wanted more.

The last remaining bits of cum stringed from her tip, her cock twitching every time.

"Haah.. You did good y/n, you're free to go if you'd like, you have about 3 minutes of lu-"

I then suddenly pulled Ms Kirigiri's tie, forcing her to be closer to me as our lips crashed together.

It was passionate, gradually getting more needy with each passing second, but then I pulled away.

"Uhm, would it be okay for us to.. Do something like this again..?"

I asked sheepishly, as she looked at me again, those eyes filled with lust.

"Well, perhaps. There's another class coming in here. So how about you hide under my desk for me then?"

I nodded as I hurriedly climbed under Ms Kirigiri's desk, it was a bit cramped, but I doubt whoever passes by can even see me.

A while later, the bell rang, I was still cramped up under my teacher's desk, I heard footsteps and the sounds of talking whilst students entered the room.

Ms Kirigiri talked, introducing herself and sitting back down after the class was busy with their work.

She leaned back on her chair so her eyes could be fixed on me, I gave her the thumbs up signaling I was ready.

She grinned, immediately getting my signal as she slowly and carefully pulled her skirt down, it was a bit amusing that she was already hard again.

She wrapped her hand around the base of her cock, guiding it towards my mouth.

Her tip was pushed against my lips, I reluctantly opened my mouth as I slowly started taking the tip of her cock.

I could barely hear her, but she definitely moaned softly. I knew she was trying hard to suppress her lewd noises in front of her class, which made me smile.

I was about halfway through her cock, bobbing my head up and down at a safe pace.

I gagged as I felt her hand push down the back of my head, forcing me to take her whole, I gagged and let a few tears trickle down the side of my face.

"Fuck.."

She groaned quietly.

I could tell she was close on how much she was tensing up, so I pulled my head away from her and instead used my hand to stroke her.

I grinned as I whispered, "Cum for me Ms Kirigiri.."

It wasn't long until she finally came all over my mouth and chest. It was going to be hard to clean off, but other than that, the pleasure was enough for me to be satisfied.

I looked up at her with a soft smile.

She then grabbed a pen from a drawer and started writing on a piece of paper.

A moment later, she handed me a folded piece of paper.

I opened it as it read, "You're my favorite student."

She was now my favorite teacher.

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[nerves-nebula]

I’ve never really recognized it as “religious trauma”, but I’m nodding along to ur list. It’s just kinda stuff that happened. Except for the few things that grown me was kinda at like ‘that seems a little bad actually-‘

I remember being 7 and first thinking what if God isn’t real as I was trying to sleep. So it’s like midnight and I’ve just had this world breaking thought that immediately had me spiraling down two trains of thought: Im going to hell for thinking that, and, what if he isn’t what the fuck. So of course I’m freaked out and I’m pretty sure child me needed a fucking hug or some assurance or something, so I went to my parents room, which woke up my mom. At which point I realize, I can’t tell them my actual problem because it was a thought I was ashamed of having, and I didn’t want to run the risk of getting in trouble for some nebulous comfort that was frankly unfathomable cus my parents suck. So I just said felt sick, and took “sorry” my mam gave me as comfort enough (which in hindsight is not a great response to that), and just had to go back to bed with all that. That shit stuck with me. I remember at Sunday school, maybe months or a year later, when one of the teachers said doubt was put in our minds by the devil, I was so fucking relieved.

And there’s the fact that I didn’t know other religions were a thing. I didn’t know there were other blends of Christianity. I lived in a small town and I just had never been touched by that concept until I moved at 11, and one of our religious education modules was on Judaism. Everyone else was just learning customs and calendar stuff, and I was having a whole epiphany. I was so confused until halfway into the lesson, and I realized they were talking about not being catholic. I literally searched the library for a book that would explain this arcane concept. And it was just such a mind blowing experience. I was couldn’t comprehend why no one had ever mentioned other religions if there were so many. And how did it make any sense that there were so many. The differences aren’t subtle. Point is, it was a whole thing.

If I hadn’t moved I would have been made to do my confirmation that school year. And that’s not okay! The whole point of that sacrament is that you’re choosing Christianity, like your old enough and conscious enough to make that choice. Adult in the eyes of the church and all that. Baptism but leveled up. But they make children do it. Unrelated, but when I first learnt about it I was 8, and there was a girl in my class that never had to religion with us. Which was the weirdest thing to me at the time, because sure there were people that didn’t have to do Irish or English, because they had different first languages. But religion? I always found that so weird. But she literally just. Wasn’t catholic. And I just couldn’t conceptualize that. It didn’t occur to me that could be an option.

Jesus, raising kids with a religion is brainwashing of the highest order and no one can change my mind on that. Sorry for rambling at u, that post just made me think.

If I hadn’t moved I would have been made to do my confirmation that school year. And that’s not okay! The whole point of that sacrament is that you’re choosing Christianity, like your old enough and conscious enough to make that choice. Adult in the eyes of the church and all that.

my girlfriend said this exact same thing when i was forced to be confirmed. said it didnt count but tbh that feels like a cop out. like its something ive been forced to do, like a spiritual violation or something, it still happened. but, eh, whatever

Jesus, raising kids with a religion is brainwashing of the highest order and no one can change my mind on that.

not sure i agree with you here, but i can agree that a lot of the ways kids are raised within Christianity is cult-ish and brainwash-y and bad.

[nutzworth]

obviously the popularization (or should i say tiktokification) of the whole "is he acoustic?" thing is the worst thing in the world especially as neurotypical take it and twist it to hell and back. Unsure if theyre neurotypical actually. but neurotypical enough for their jokes about it to be WEIRD. and like im not diagnosed but you know i have my suspicions. and thats whatever and im always conscious about self diagnosis. ANYWAY.

a few days ago in my psychology class something evil and terrible happened and i keep thinking about it... we;re learning about memory and how it works and theres different kinds of encoding (like putting an experience into memory storage). and theres visual encoding (the look of stuff) and semantic encoding (the meaning of stuff) and ACOUSTIC encoding (the sound of stuff). and when my psych teacher said these 3 types some of the most annoying kids in my class (their asses do not do the homework. brother this is AP. stop cheating on your 4 question reading check quizzes. stop talking to each other when were doing stuff. holy christ.) these kids were like ACOUSTIC! LOL! IS IT ACOUSTIC! TEE HEE! and i was pissed off. commenting that sort of thing on a tiktok post is one thing (as i expect terrible jokes to be there) but you shouldnt bring that into real life. especially not for such a mundane word as acoustic. do you flip your shit if i mention acoustic guitars? whats wrong with you? its the same kind of forbidden that mentioning homestuck at school is. or like danganronpa. or yaoi or other just SO online concepts. you dont bring that sort of thing to our place of LEARNING! HAVE RESPECT!

anyway thats my story. i keep thinking about it. hate these damn kids. i hope they all fail out of the class during finals. theyre literally so evil "psych teacher what do you meeean we have to do homework and reading :-( i dont waaanna im so buuusy cant we do this tomorrow cant we have a work day today instead of doing the fun things youve planned :-(" and like YOURE the one that signed up for the AP CLASS!!!!!!!! boo hoo you cant skip the reading this is COLLEGE. COPE!

all these damn kids have leadership and sports and like 4 ap classes and theyre taking a college class like ok youre burnt out you did it to yourself. cope and seethe or quit some extracurriculars. pretty sure fewer extracurriculars you do good on are better than 1 million extracurriculars you all FAIL. i also recognize i am like the best at doing school nothing truly gets me other than school i love to learn + will crumble in the job force cus im too good at school to be doing anything else but like you know. the least you can do is stop complaining. i wish murder was legal sometimes

[michelleinterrupted]

hey bae i was wondering if you could do some dating fourth grade hcs <3

ofcc, I love him sm hes so underrated :((

I feel like his real name is Dylan, I'm not sure why but I jus feel like it is

you're one of the only people who calls him by his real name (or anything other than Fourthgrade really) and he truly appreciates it sm <33

I feel like hes not actually that dumb, he just lacks common sense

his best subject is math and if you're ever behind on it he tries his best to teach you and make sure you understand

when it's time to meet your family he is a nervous wreck.

he would be stuttering and sweating the entire time

he jus wants to make sure they like him cause he really wants to be with you :(

you're definitely his first s/o

he loves trying different hair colors and he gets you to help him (it's also an excuse to get his head massaged and scratched lol)

he has a box full of tapes that hes made using his camera and 90% of them are just lil vids of you

he saves up his money to buy you nice gifts on important milestones (your birthday, anniversary, Christmas, etc)

he loves matching with you, for awhile he didn't say it cuz he thought you would think its weird

but if you're ok with it, he wants to match 24/7 (he especially loves to match Halloween costumes if you celebrate hehe)

purposely leaves his things at your house so he has an excuse to see you again

if you dont already know how to skate, he will gladly spend however long it takes to teach you

skate dates!!

definitely a listener over a talking so he sits and listens to you talk forever with lil nods every now and then so you know he hears you

holds all your things for you all the time

walks you to each class even if its across the school and makes him late to his own

loves physical touch sm but is scared to make you uncomfy </3

records all your dates and titles them to look back on later

your first ever date was to the drive-in (he begged fuckshit to let him use his car) (I kinda wanna write this-)

his parents are aware that their son doesn't have much experience or luck when it comes to dating so they were hesitant when he started bringing you around cus they didn't want you to be playing with his feelings :(

but now that they've gotten to know you, they adore you <33

he waited so long before bringing you to his house since he doesn't have much, he was embarrassed (and sometimes still is) abt it

wants you to be the star in all his movies in the future, no matter if you can act or not

the first kiss was a bit awkward to say the least- (I could also elaborate on this another time if you'd like)

his love language is words of affirmation, he's had some pretty mean things said to him so pls jus tell him how much you love and appreciate him <3

I hope those were good, I wrote these down over the pass few days jus coming up with anything lmao

any likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! pls dont repost my works on any website with out credit !!!

[beepboop358]

Hey <3 I hope you're doing great and that your midterms went well :)

I just had a question, since you're studying cinema (if I remember correctly?), do you have classes about movie analyses that help you to analyse movies & shows such as Stranger Things? What's your favourite thing to study?

And also, I had a question about camera angles and shots in ST, Idk if you study this kind of thing as well, but I thought I might as well ask.

- Do you think the way M!leven kisses are framed is intentionally uncomfortable? And if so, why is it?

Because I told my friend that I didn't like to watch Mlven kisses because something felt weird, and they told me it was only because I disliked Mlven, which is a fair answer XD but still, I wanted to ask you about your thoughts on Mlven shots. And ST shots in general. Like, comparing to Joyce/Bob, I feel like Mlven kiss scenes are awkward, but I can't say why in terms of techniques, so maybe you have more ideas?

I'm sorry if this is a weird ask aha

Anyway, have a good day/night <3

Hello bestie ♥️ Thank you! I hope you're doing great too <3!! Not a weird ask at all!

Yes! We have to take a few classes that focus just on how to analyze movies! Those classes are like the foundation for everything else, so they have to be taken first, during your first year of school, before you can move on to higher level classes cuz you gotta learn the basics and all the lingo first hehe 🙃 Those film analysis classes are packed full of information and cover a ton of stuff like shot types, camera angles, mise-en-scene (which is any kind of background detail like the sets, costumes, etc), editing styles, acting mannerisms, and then why its used and what it is supposed to convey to the audience. One time I wrote a 5 page essay for one of those classes on a 30 minute clip from a movie because there was just so much to talk about in it 😂

Okay enough of my blabbering LOL. To answer your question, I think a lot of why it feels so awkward is because of Millie & Finn's acting, because they're really good at their jobs, but I think the shots and angles used in those scenes, are picked to amplify the awkwardness.

Like in the opening season 3 kiss, the first time both Mike & El are shown in the frame, it's a Medium Close-up (MCU), because we see Mike and El from the chest up.

Close ups (of any kind) are usually only used when you want to emphasize something important, so their using a MCU here to emphasize the awkwardness of this kiss, which we see in Finn and Millie's performances. In addition to that, this shot type puts us pretty close to their faces, and makes us focus on their kissing, and how awkward it is LOL.

Now we gotta talk camera movement (and little more about shot types lol). Once the pan stops, and Mike is in frame, we can very slightly see the camera move in a little bit, towards their faces, and we get pretty close to a flat out Close Up (CU), which is just the character's head (but the shot changes before we get there). This kind of movement is called a dolly, different from a zoom in. Here the dolly movement is emphasizing everything about how awkward this kiss is. We just get closer to the couple, like too close, LOL, and all you can focus on is the awkwardness coming from Finn and Millie's performance, in addition to it just feeling awkward because the camera is so close to them kissing LOL.

The camera doesn't stop moving until Mike breaks the kiss, from the pan to the dolly in. So we kind of get this sense of something building, we're expecting something. We get that building sense while it pans over the stuff in El's room, and we get the "reveal" of Mike and EL kissing, but that sense keeps building as it moves forward closer into Mike & El's faces as they kiss, to amplify the awkwardness, but also gives us the sense of building towards a peak and the shot is about to change (and shots should typically reflect plot details/characters feelings), which is when Mike breaks away...*wink wink* LOL

During the end of the pan and the dolly in, we can see Mike take El's hands off this body. He doesn't want her to touch him, he's uncomfortable with it. His movement, plus the dolly in, add to that sense of building, that we are approaching a "peak". The camera movement here reflects Mike's "threshold" for kissing El, as the "peak" of the building effect the movement creates. He just can't do it anymore, because he's gay XD, so he breaks away and starts singing.

Then the camera movement is static (no movement) from there on out, and we just see a pretty standard shot reverse shot sequence, which is just cutting back and forth between 2 shots (like a 1,2,1,2,1,2 kind of pattern).

Both of these are over the shoulder (OTS) shots, but I don't think those contribute to the awkwardness here.

This was probably longer than you wanted, but thanks for the ask! I hope you're having a wonderful day!! 💜

[strayinvelvet]

[what a fool in love]

Jisung thinks you couldn’t get any cuter when you have your cheeks all pink because of your tiny crush on him

pairing: han jisung x reader

genre: fluff, high school au, jisung is babo but cute

wc: 1.5k (this was supposed to be around 500 only but  got carried away)

warning: swear words, improper capitalization because i wrote this in tumblr drafts but just hit up my ask if this annoys you!

a/n: finally posting something after bouncing so many times! hopefully i can post consistently :(

Jisung thinks you couldn’t get any cuter when you have your cheeks flushed, especially when it’s because of him.

he has been observing you for months now and he notices. he notices how you would always stutter when you talk to him. you never do that when you talk to hyunjin or seungmin. he notices how your cheeks would turn a bright shade of pink when he calls you first. sometimes it would even reach your nose.

it’s not like he has been watching you. there was just this one time when he felt like eyes are on him. the bugging feeling was present for most of the day 'til he looked around and there you were, staring right at him. now jisung isn’t really one to boast, but he knows he’s one of the “handsome princes” of the school. he is not oblivious to the number of girls and boys that have a puppy to huge crush on him, thanks to the letters and free lunches he receives every once in a while. 

so from then on, he knows. you’ve been showing signs of your secret crush towards him and he finds it absolutely adorable. the silent yet friendly fella of the class who never finds a struggle in having a conversation with someone despite being a stranger to her, except with him. he wouldn’t say he doesn’t enjoy watching it. 

During lunch last time, when your friends abandoned you to go do their unfinished homework, you asked him, with the most shy and the most adorable look, if you can sit with him in his table. of course, the gentleman that he is, he let you sit. how could he let you possibly spend the whole lunch time looking for a seat? he swear he was only doing you a favor. well, he wouldn’t deny finding you stealing a few short glances at him amusing.

there was also this time when your biology teacher assigned the two of you to be “homework buddies.” it must have taken you a lot of courage to start the conversation. he would’ve pinched your cheeks that time if it weren’t for his self control: hey han jisung, she still hasn’t confessed to you. don’t make her uncomfortable. ah! and what was that you asked him? if he understand how the heart works? and then you went to full on nerd mode in explaining to him how it pumps blood and all the science-y stuff. how its beats depend on different factors, including external ones such as thoughts and feelings towards others. he’s pretty sure you were trying to convey something to him. dropping hints, i see. ahh, if only he could physically coo at you. 

now the reason why he enjoys your actions the most is your subtleness. he can tell that you have no plans to tell him how you feel, save for your natural reaction when you see him, unlike the others who basically throw themselves at him. he can see your efforts to not make the two of you uncomfortable. and all it told him was how considerate you are. you’ve probably noticed how the confessions annoy him sometimes, especially when it was given to him at a bad timing. like the person just wanted to let it out with no regards if he’s in the mood to hear it or not. but you, you have always checked on him silently before doing something. not until today.

your classmates have gone to their respective homes. he just finished practicing with the dance club and was just on his way to the school gates when you called his name hastily. you stopped speed-walking in front of him and took a deep breath as if you just ran out of air. you were holding a folded piece of paper in your hand- wait. piece of paper? is that a letter? a love letter?! oh no...

“hey jisung. i have something to say. actually it’s-”

“no! wait!” he hastily said to stop you.

 startled, you looked at him with a puzzled look, “hm..?”

no, you weren’t supposed to confess today. where did you get the sudden courage? is it from hyunjin? that man always encourage people to confess just to piss him off. tsk, that dick.

he looked at you with hesitation. are you nervous? he really didn’t want to leave you heart broken, tho.

he sighed, “how do i say this...” he gulped an imaginary lump in his throat before continuing, “ yn, you’re cute, i admit. but you see i’m not ready for a relationship yet. you’ve seen me turn down other confessions, i think, but i don’t want to do that to you because, well, you’re simply kind and... pure?” shit how do i really say this?

while he’s thinking of nice synonyms he can say instead as a replacement for what he’s about to say, you on the other hand, were left dumbfounded.

what is this guy on...?

when he finally seemed to quiet down, you didn’t even try to comprehend what he said (there’s no need to try honestly it’s impossible) before finally saying what you really needed to say. 

“jisung...” you paused for a while blinking at him, “i- i was gonna say ms. kim wants you in her office tomorrow during self-study hour. it’s about your biology grades,” you gave him the paper you were holding - his biology test marked with a big red, “you failed your preliminary quiz again and she’s afraid you’re going to fail the final quiz. she wanted me to say it because we’ve been partners for this subject.”

and then the most awkward silence ensued. not until he spoke with the most “huh?” tone.

“what?”

“Ms. Kim-”

“no wait i heard that. just... what?”

at this point you didn’t know what to say. your eyes travel from one point to another except to his eyes just because he’s clearly unfathomable right now.

“you weren’t-” he stopped to swallow the lump in his throat that now actually exists, “you weren’t going to confess?” he asked (with a bit of a hope that you actually were on the way to do so just to save him from humiliation).

however, he’s hopeless from his mess.

with a furrowed brows you finally answered, “no...? where’d you get that?”

well shit.

“i mean- don’t you like... have a crush on me?”

“where is this coming from?” you kind of dragged the where part because part of you hoped to understand where he’s coming from.

“you were all blushy with me!!” he is currently on his mission to prove that you liked him.

“when?!”

“last week! it even reached your nose and you were so cu-”

“han jisung! it’s winter! i had colds last week!”

“what about that time in the cafeteria when you were all shy?! and that time when you were explaining to me, OUT OF THE BLUE, about how liking someone makes your heart beat and stuff? or when i would catch your eyes on me?!”

“when were those even?! and you totally took that biology thing out of context!” you crossed your arms in front of your chest. you are so into this argument now.

the both of you went through this banter with your voices going higher the further the banter gets for as long as your memory (or jisung’s. he’s racking up his brain to save himself) could allow. however, as the banter got stretched, the more he realized that he really did misunderstand you and your adorable actions. by a lot. so when it finally donned him that he has such a thick face for thinking like that, plus assuming that you would confess, he finally kept quiet and let himself absorb the stupidity he has done.

for you, however, you find this whole strange exchange hilarious. normally, if it was other guys, you’d have slapped him across the street for assuming things. but it is han jisung. he never rubbed it on anyone’s faces that he has a lot of admirers. he never gets cocky about his popularity. he gets shy over small praises (he loves praises). he also managed to teach the whole class one lesson in calculus minutes before an exam just because his friends asked him to teach them a crash course, until the whole class joined their little tutorial.

“soo...” you tried to start.

“wait don’t talk anymore this is kinda embarrassing for me,” he closed his eyes shut as if he's trying to convince himself to wake up from this embarrassing nightmare.

you giggled, well isn't he adorably clumsy? he's weird but you'd just take it as another opportunity to gain a close friend. “do you still need help in biology? i kinda need help in calculus...”

“alright, let’s head down the diner” he answered immediately before walking straight forward without looking at you.

"jisung!” he stopped on his tracks but without looking at you. “it’s this way!" you pointed at the opposite direction of where he was going. he turned towards you and fast-walked in that direction until you told him to wait for you in which he slowed down his steps by tenfold until you were right beside him. still not letting your eyes meet. he’s that embarrassed.

little did you both know a close friend is not only thing you'd gain from this.

[strangeradventuresofp]

happy together (five x reader)

requested by : @asphodelshare​  -   omg would u be willing to do a five x reader harry potter au 🥺 like a collection of slytherin!five and ravenclaw!reader cute moments/little scenarios and everyone even the professors can’t deny their chemistry (dumbledore would be a shipper for sure) and just them being known as the badass, real smart, match made in wizard heaven couple 😫❤️

a/n : thank you so much this was so fun to do!! little bit of ooc five but obviously hes gonna be different in a different universe i think anyway. i loved this idea so much cus personally im a ravenclaw so it felt PERFECT but anyway thank u sm for this i hope u enjoy <33333

Everything started on the train. The train to Hogwarts, that is. You said a tender goodbye to your parents before stepping on to the train. You were so focused on waving goodbye to them that you had forgotten all about actually getting a seat, and they were filling up fast. Eventually, you got to this carriage that had only two other people in it, a boy and a girl. and you hesitantly slid the door open.

You cleared your throat. “Do you guys mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.”

“Of course not.” The girl flashed you a friendly smile and you hummed happily in response, taking your seat beside the window, sat next to the girl. Considering she had actually answered you; you felt a lot more comfortable sitting beside her than the boy, who merely shrugged one of his shoulders when you had asked.

His hair was carefully swiped over and looked as though it was made of silk. When she caught a glimpse of his eyes, they were a piercing blue, the kind that made you squirm under the stare of them. His face was chiseled kindly and he radiated with confidence. It seemed like he put no effort at all into his appearance, but at the same time, it seemed that he put every single effort he had into it. His demeanor seemed rather uppity, like he was too good to even respond to someone who had asked a simple question.

As you studied him, you watched his brows furrow in confusion and you lightly leaned over to read what he was writing down on the piece of paper in front of him.

“Three hundred and sixty-nine, point eight. (369.8)” You answered to the question he didn’t ask. He quickly snapped his head up to look at you and you sat back in your seat, offering him a small smile.

“What?” He spat, his eyes narrowing as he looked over you. You swallowed, moving uncomfortably in your space.

“I—I said, three hundred and sixty-nine point eight. (369.8). That’s the answer, isn’t it?” To your equation.”

His eyes widened in shock as they scanned back over the page he had scribbled over, biting the inside of his lip as you pulled out a book, reading it though you could feel his curious gaze on you.

 Then, there was the sorting ceremony. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which you knew you was your house anyway. The boy, whose name seemed to be Five, was sorted into Slytherin, and his eyes couldn’t seem to leave you as you tucked into your food.

The start of the year seemed to go on pretty similarly, Five continued to stare at you from afar or even from beside you in some lessons.

 One day, you were feeling particularly rubbish. Your head resonated with pain and the bags under your eyes could not be mistaken for anything other than complete exhaustion. When you sat beside Five for your transfiguration lesson, you had entirely expected him to make some snarky comment, or snicker at the rough sight of you, but instead he simply looked at you, offering a small smile, much like the one you had given him on the train on the first day.

“Are you alright?” He whispered.

You smiled at that, nodding slightly, applying pressure to the centre of your forehead. “Yep. I’m okay.”

“You sure? I could try a spell to fix your headache if you want.” A cheeky smirk spread across his face and you giggled quietly.

“Hm, perhaps it would feel more pleasant than—”

“Mr Hargreeves, Miss L/N. Stop talking.” The teacher glared at the two of you from the front, and the entire class turned to stare at the two of you. A pink blush dusted over your cheeks and you swallowed.

“Sorry, Professor.” The two of you said in sync, keeping your heads down to get on with your work.

Just from that tiny interaction, you were pretty much inseparable from that moment on. The two of you had made a plan of the school, so that whenever you had lessons apart, you would pass each other in the corridors. You would make sure that you sat back to back in the Great Hall, so you could chat at every available opportunity. He would walk past you in potions and steal your ingredients. You would stay late in the library with each other, doing your homework and just talking. Quite quickly, the two of you were the top of every class you had, constantly battling for the very top spot.

 Then there was Christmas. You had planned to go home, but something came up and you simply just couldn’t get home. Your parents were devastated, as were you. But at least you got to spend it with your best friend. Five hadn’t gone home. He hadn’t said much about why and you were hesitant to ask, but you were still glad that you weren’t alone for Christmas.

You skipped into the Great Hall, where he was sat reading a book. When he heard footsteps he looked up, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Y/N! I thought you were going home, what happened?”

“Something came up, and I couldn’t get home.” You shrugged and he frowned, squeezing your hand gently.

“I’m sorry. I know how excited you were.”

“It’s alright. At least I’m not alone.” You flashed him a grin and he chuckled, returning your smile and you took a seat opposite him. “Why aren’t you going home, anyway?”

“Oh, I, uh… I don’t exactly have the best relationship with my family.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Y/N. It’s okay.” He laughed and you smiled. Your gaze turned downwards onto the table, where your fingers were picking regrettably at the skin around your nails. Five’s brows furrowed together, watching you curiously. “Are you alright?”

“I, uh… I got you something. For Christmas.” His widened slightly, as if he had never received a gift before. You could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of a tear in his eye, but he quickly blinked it away, a confused look on his face.

“Why?” His brows knit together in genuine confusion and you didn’t quite know how to respond.

“B—Because I wanted to.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” He scoffed at your words and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, why would—”

“Five.” Your stern face made his collapse and he sighed, his eyes turning soft.

“I’ve never been given a gift before. And I didn’t get you anything, I didn’t even think about it.” He admitted and your heart simply shattered for him.

“Five, I got you a gift because I wanted to give you one. You’re my best friend. I didn’t get you a gift because I wanted one in return.” You smiled and the edge of his lip turned up slightly. He faked a yawn, grabbing his books and standing.

“I’m pretty tired, I’m gonna get to bed. Goodnight.”

 Christmas morning, you made your way to the Slytherin common room, waiting outside like you said you would for Five. After a while of waiting, you sighed. You knew he wasn’t coming. Luckily, you had made chums with a fair few people in Slytherin house, and they gladly let you inside. A frown fell over your face when you saw Five sat by himself, staring into the roaring fire in the center of the common room.

“Five?” You said softly, and his head turned to you. You made your way over to him, sitting beside him. “If you don’t want it, I won’t give it to you. If it’s too weird.”

“It’s not that, it’s just…” He sighed. “I don’t know what to do, what I’m supposed to do.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” You smiled. “Tell you what, I’ll give it to you, you can put it n your bed now, until later. You don’t have to open it in front of anyone else. Okay?” He nodded and you smiled. Handing him the parcel that you had neatly wrapped.

That night, Five stared at the present lingering on the edge of his bed with hesitance. His arm kept stretching out to then and then pulling itself back in again, but eventually he ripped off the paper, feeling awful that you had probably spent so long making it look nice, but he wasn’t too bothered. What lay inside the paper, however, had Five bubbling with excitement. There was a notebook, a book and a small envelope. The book was all about time travel, something Five had shown a frequent interest in. The notebook was completely blank, save from a little doodle that you had drawn in on the back of the cover. It was a doodle of the two of you, of him not being able to stop reading the book you bought him and you getting angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. He opened the envelope. Its contents contained a little letter you had wrote, explaining how grateful and happy you were being his best friend and taped to the back of the letter was a small polaroid photograph of both of you, that took not too long ago at all.

Five had not noticed the stray tears of appreciation falling down his face until one landed on the note he was holding, and he gasped, swiping his tears and blowing on the paper to dry it out. He didn’t know why, but he felt comfortable being vulnerable around you. He felt comfortable showing his emotions, he had felt it from the very first time you had met. Something in his heart told him you were a good person and you wouldn’t leave him.

 The next three years carried on the very same but what was different in your fourth year was the Triwizard Tournament. You planned on asking Five to the Yule Ball, or rather you hoped he would ask you, but when he did nothing of the sort, you decided to start dropping hints yourself.

“I got my dress for the Ball. Have you got your dress robes yet?”

“Y/N, I’m not going to the stupid ball!” He snapped, completely unnecessarily rudely. You sighed, clearing your books off of the desk before clutching them to your chest, walking back to your common room without a word. It was at that moment when a boy from your own house decided to ask you to the ball, and you gladly agreed, your heart burning with excitement that you would actually get to go. You would much rather go with Five though. Your heart fluttered when you imagined the two of you dressed up, holding hands while you danced together. Years of close friendship had led to you developing deep feelings for him. But regardless of how you felt about him, you were going to the ball, whether he was going to take you or not.

The night finally arrived, and you stood at the top of the stairs before the entrance to the Great Hall. You looked incredible. Five’s eyes landed on you in no time at all, an incredulous look slapped across his face. His jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes scanning every inch of you, his heart thumping vigorously. His face fell when he watched you call out to your date.

“Sorry, Y/N. I said I’d actually go with Allison.” Your date wandered off, hand in hand with another girl and you frowned, tears welling your eyes. Storming away, you swiped angrily at the tears falling from your eyes. All you wanted was a simple dance and a nice evening. Your head fell into your hands as you sat on the steps, hot tears steaming from your eyes. A soft voice called out from behind you and you quickly wiped away the tears on your face, plastering a smile in your face as you turned around.

“Five! I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Are you alright?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You asked, blinking away the new tears that formed in your eyes, glancing over his frame covered in his dress robes. “You look nice.”

“Y/N, I saw. Are you okay?” A deep sigh left your lips at Five’s words, and he came to sit beside you.

“Yep. I’m perfectly fine. Y’know, I didn’t even wanna go to the dance in the first place.”

“You don’t? Oh, well that’s too bad… I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go with me.” He gently took your hand in both of his, intertwining your fingers and your eyes lit up, receiving a smile from Five.

“Are you serious? I—I thought you didn’t want to—”

“I changed my mind.” He cleared his throat after a while, speaking in a whisper. “You look beautiful.”

Your eyes locked with his as you tilted your head up to his, gently pressing your forehead against his. His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips and slowly, his face was drawn closer to yours, the temptation and want too huge for him to bear. When his lips found yours, the two of you were in a complete heaven, your lips moving together so generously, at a gentle but steady pace. The hands came up to hold your cheeks, holding your face close to his, both of your hearts racing at a lightening speed while the world around you turned to slow motion.

 When the two of you finally announced to your friends that you were dating, you were met with a sea of ‘finally’s and ‘it’s about time’s. All you would do is chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss to Five’s cheek and he smiled. You were happy. Five was happy. You were happy together.

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[b1mbodoll]

hello- im 4'9" and i was wondering if you could write for either tendou/yamaguchi/ushijima having a small s/o

omg babie!!! ur one inch shorter than me 🥺🥺 so cute . ANYWAY i chose satori bc i love him sm n him w a short s/o ... im Sad he’d be so soff for U

- tendou absolutely adores your height, thinks its perfect for giving forehead kisses nd loves when u get on ur tippy toes to kiss him

- his favorite thing to do is pick you up n hold u against the wall with ur legs wrapped around his waist so he can kiss u

- however, he also loves when u straddle him while ur making out cus he loves seeing your pretty lips swollen n slick w spit <3

- he teases u about your height but its sweet n playful

- he used to be a lil meaner about it but he learned his lesson

- one day you were getting lunch with satori and the old shiratorizawa team, sitting between him and reon, playing with his hands

- “y/n is perfect, they’re short and pretty and so kind, they’re like a little fairy. how’d you get so lucky, satori?” joked semi, sending a soft smile your way when you thanked him

- “hah! a fairy? yeah right semisemi, they’re more like a little troll especially with how clingy they are,” he laughed, not noticing how you’d stopped pulled your hands away and placed them in your lap

- you excused yourself soon after, saying your friend called needing your help with something and said goodbye to the team not making eye contact with your boyfriend

- tendou was shocked at your sudden departure, especially because you always gave him a goodbye kiss

- “wasn’t y/n acting weird just now? did i do something??” questioned tendou, genuinely confused as to why you were behaving differently

- “you upset them with the remark about their height, tendou, it’s quite obvious really,” commented ushijima, continuing to eat his food

- “yeah dummy, why would you call them a troll? no wonder they left,” scolded shirabu, smacking tendou’s head

- “what? oh god, i gotta go talk to them,” he said, grabbing his things and texting you to ask where you were

- when you didn’t reply he felt even worse, mentally scolding himself for being so mean to you

- he went to your house first, entering through your bedroom window when he noticed your small frame cuddled into your blankets

- “baby?” he called out softly, not wanting to upset you further

- at your lack of reply he slid into your bed, pulling you into his arms and kissing your head

- “i’m sorry baby that was so rude of me, i shouldn’t have said that. semi was right you’re my little fairy and i didn’t mean to upset you, please forgive me”

- you turned to face satori, pouting

- “ ‘s okay tori..jus’ didn’t expect you to say that...and ‘m sorry for being so clingy,” you whispered, eyes glossy as your bottom lip trembled

- his heart broke seeing you so sad, petting your hair as you cried into his shirt

- “no baby dont apologize, i didnt mean any of that. i’m so lucky to have you and i love everything about you, you’re not clingy at all! i’m sorry for making you think that”

- you looked up at him, “i love you too tori, ‘m sorry for crying...i accept your apology”

- he smiled softly, thumbs wiping your wet cheeks as he leant down to kiss you

- yeah, after that he layed off with the teasing

- although he still rests his arms on your head

- and sometimes takes your phone so he can watch you struggle to take it back, even making you give him a kiss before giving it back

- tendou is very protective of you, he’ll glare at anyone that makes a comment about your height no matter who it is

- once a boy in your class stole your notebook during lunch and was laughing at how you were jumping to try to get it back

- tendou heard about this and left his lunch with ushijima, heading to your class

- when he saw the boy that took your notebook and you close to tears he wasted no time ripping your notebook from his hands and glaring down at the shorter boy, anger evident on his face

- the boy was scared, he wasnt expecting your strong, tall volleyball player boyfriend to be so intimdating

- he bowed, apolozing quickly before running out of the classroom

- tendou took your bag, holding your hand with the other as he led you to where he had been sitting with wakatoshi, setting your bag down and sitting you on his lap

- he’s so soft for u and only u, always checking in on u and sneaking into ur house for cuddles n makeout sessions ♡

[megashadowdragon]

fgo theory is caster cu really odin 

comments : 

There is also the 10 bond CE for him being the Yggdrasil Tree, which is very Norse. (the fact he needs a bunch of Yggdrasil seeds may also be a bit of a hint.) Interestingly, the Wickerman festivals were held throughout Europe (Areas such as England and Scotland) and were regarded as a neo-pagan festivity. Chances are, if CasCu really is Odin, it is highly likely he will take action in the English Lostbelt second part. I think itd be really cool, but if that was the case itd be more likely Cu caster was a Cu-Odin fusion similar to Scathach-Skadi. We know its within Odin's ability to do a fusion like this due to how he did the same for Skadi. It also explains how caster cu retains the protection from arrows and disengage skills. It also makes more sense how he's kept his identity a secret, because it's not false that he is Cu.

www . reddit . com/r/grandorder/comments/lkw9xm/summary_of_the_caster_cu_chulainnodin_theory/

At absolutely no point does he ever give his name or makes any mention to it.

Other Servants who initially don't give their names say that they'll give it to you later. Caster does not even bring up the subject.

In the Garden of Sinners crossover event, he says "there's no Cú Chulainn here". It's treated as a gag, but...

In the Singularity F Memorial Quest, he's the only Servant referred to by his Class name instead of his True name.

In Lostbelt 6 he finally introduces himself... as Grimnir. This is an alias that Odin uses in the Grímnismál.

He's not supposed to be the Caster of the Fuyuki Grail War in the first place. In the original reality, it's Medea, while in FGO reality it's Solomon. Material states that Singularity F is the result of data colliding, and Caster resulted from that. However, in that case it should be either Solomon or Medea who appear in Singularity F, not Cú Chulainn.

One of his lines goes as following: "Isn't bit boring to play a game that never ends? For better or for worse, it's like you can't move the pieces forward, yeah?" Is he talking about Singularity F? At any rate, this sounds weird.

His Final Ascension art and animation update features two white wolves. Odin is stated to have two wolves named Geri and Freki.

His second Noble Phantasm, which he mentions in one of his My Room lines, is called "Ochd Deug Odin - Seal of the Great God". It's an exceedingly powerful Rank A Anti-Fortress Noble Phantasm with potentially Game Breaking effects, but what's interesting is its description: it activates by chanting its True Name and using all 18 primordial runes granted by Scáthach at once (keep in mind she taught him the Norse ones) and it "temporarily unleashes the power of the rune possessed by the Great Odin". Aside from the weirdness of him even having that Noble Phantasm in the first place (he's not supposed to have Wickerman either, but at least we get an explanation for that), why can't he use it? (Potential Game-Breaker status not withstanding).

In the North America version of the game, his Bond Craft Essense is called "Yggdrasil Tree". That's taken from Norse Mythology, so why would a Celt have it?

In addition, the Yggdrasil tree has a particularly strong tie to Odin. The Ygg bit is another name for him, and according to legend at some point he hanged himself from one of its branches to gain wisdom.

For some reason, he's in the Nordic Fields during Boudica's 3rd Strengthening Quest.

During Valentine's Day in the return gift scene, he talks about the Human Order Incineration and the Human Order Reorganization - a.k.a. the Lostbelts. Somehow he knew about the Lostbelts before the game even got to that point.

In the 2019 Valentine's event, he's seen reading the book "Scandinavia's Beautiful Mountains".

In the FGO mats, Sigurd takes special notice of him and then has a Double Take. He also seems confused about him in his material profile. The fact that Sigurd noticed Caster is odd, but it should also be noted that Sigurd encountered Odin a number of times in his legend, thus making him one of the most likely people to recognize him.

Scáthach's Interlude brings up a LOT of questions. The regular Lancer Cú Chulainn says that his power is reduced because half his Saint Graph is missing. Mash suggests that the reduction in power may be because he was separated in numerous classes, but Lancer Cú is surprised that he can be summoned as a Caster. In addition, there are several Servants summonable in numerous classes, and none of them has this problem. There's a possibility that the other half of the Saint Graph went to Caster, and he's using an external source to stabilize it.

According to the Arcade version of FGO, it's impossible for any version of Cú Chulainn to be summoned without Gáe Bolg or the skill "Martial Arts Disciplining in the Shadow Country". Yet Caster has neither, thus making him an impossible summoning.

Not very noticeable in the English version, but he occasionally slips into using the "washi" pronoun during dialogue. For those who might not know, "washi" is actually pretty formal, and contrasts Cú Chulainn's much more casual "ore".

A lot of his official art has him looking subtly different that the other versions of Cú Chulainn.

He has lighter-coloured hair in all of his artwork, and Fate/Grand Carnival gives him wrinkles under the eyes. This trait is usually used in anime to show a character around 40-50 years old; an age that Cú Chulainn never reached.

In his card art and formal outfit card, his eyes are almost orange rather than red. In addition, one eye is always at least partially hidden.

In his April Fool's card, he has different facial features than the rest of the Cú Chulainns.

Tying to the above, Odin is known for disguising himself as an older man, usually a wizard, in a hood, and he's missing an eye. Missing eye aside, Caster fits most of that criteria, and as pointed out above, most his art hides his eye anyway. Odin gave said eye in exchange for wisdom, and there are a few remarks that Caster is getting smarter.

In the original Fate/stay night, Emiya draws a connection between Gáe Bolg and Odin's spear, Gungnir. Considering that he has picked up things like Rho Aias and Caladbolg, we can probably take him at his word. In his animation update, Caster throws his staff above the enemies heads, and then it changes tragectory to attack them from behind. While this could easily be a reference to Gáe Bolg's actual method of killing in the myth (it entered the victim through the asshole), it could also be a reference to how Odin would throw Gungnir above the heads of his enemies to declare a war.

Another detail from his animation upgrade is that his Instant Runes often take the form of a Valknut; this symbol according to some scholars is associated with Odin.

There are overall several indications that Caster will play a significant role later in the story: he's featured in the trailer of Lostbelt 6 and received his animation update during the Lostbelt 6 livestream, and Word of God has implied several times that we will be returning to Singularity F at some point.

Tying to the above, in one of My Room conversations, he say's he'll teach you how to use Runes later. Maybe it's not Blatant Lies after all.

Caster and Odin share several personality traits. Both of them are known as "the raging one", are strongly tied with the concept of war, magic, and wisdom, and both of them are The Gadfly - as Caster displays in Singularity F when he tries to get Mash to activate her Noble Phantasm. In addition, in various events Caster seems to have a gambling problem, which is also one of Odin's traits. Not to mention "summon me as a Lancer" works for Odin too.

The recent Lostbelt 6 update also adds fuel to the fire. In My Room dialogues, Scáthach tells him that his Rune magic is slightly different from what she taught him. He asks Sigurd not to look at him with the glasses, when he sees Brynhildr he muses that this must be fate/karma and specifically refers to Scáthach-Skadi as "Lostbelt Skadi."

His new battle lines from the same update are just as interesting.

"Witness the essence of the Rune magecraft taught by Scáthach... Sure, let's go with that." Along with Scáthach accusing him of his Rune magic being different, this could easily imply that he didn't learn them from her.

Another line is that "he doesn't have the noose of his neck anymore". As an above point states, this Odin did this to learn his runes. The noose bit also never happened to Cú Chulainn.

One of his victory lines references "wolves and crows" and that he has "no idea what they're talking about". The crows part could be a reference to the story of Cú Chulainn's death, which features a crow sitting on his corpse, but the whole quote seems to better reference Odin and his pets; the wolves Geri and Freki, and the crows Huginn and Muninn.

Lostbelt 6 also gives his a buff to his Disengage skill. More specifically, it's actually two buffs that activate back-to-back, with the first called "At the Fountain" and the second called "Sacrifice to the World Tree". Very specific, game.

In Lostbelt 2, it is outright stated that it was Odin who fused Skadi and Scáthach together. Who says he never did it before?

[meetevieinthehallway]

hi my bb @velvtlune had an idea so i attempted to bring it to life hehe

in which harry wants to be as involved as possible in his and lovie’s wedding-- but his friends make him question his role and masculinity.

super short n sweet n random (:

harry’s cheeks are puffed with air and his bottom lip is drooped away from his mouth as his friends snickered at him. his thighs are spread and he’s practically nursing his glass of tequila as he holds it to his chest, eyes narrowed at jeff specifically, who is laughing in response to harry’s words a moment ago.

“not bein’ nice to me.”

jeff is legitimately gasping for air, partially from the cigarette he had sputtered out in response to harry’s ridiculousness, completely hurled over as his laugh is so powerful that it begins to go silent as his face scrunches.

harry doesn’t like this one bit. “why is that so funny!” he stamps his foot and whines when he says it, his voice deducing into a grumble as he feels heat creep into his cheeks.

to be fair, the heat could be from the tequila-- they were all significantly deep in their inebriation as the clock had hit 12 am not long ago-- but nevertheless the embarrassment bubbling into harry’s chest made him feel stupid. it wasn’t even that late, he was drunk, and jeff is making him feel small.

“you--... you’re leaving because you have to get up early for what?”

there’s a lilt of teasing to mitch’s laughing voice as he gives harry a smirk-- he needs him to repeat it out loud. harry refuses, cheeks now fully red and flustered and his arms cross against his chest.

“no. you lot are mean. ‘m takin’ you off th’guest list.”

“oh god say it again!!! i- i.. i can’t, mate --” jeff is still wheezing of laughter, and mitch is chuckling low in his throat as he shakes his head.

harry huffs. “what’s so funny about it!!”

“what’re you gonna choose, h?” jeff is speaking in between his laughs as he leans towards harry. “chocolate? or does the missus prefer vanilla to match with the drapes you chose for the reception?”

harry pouts, “’s cake tasting.” he shuffles his feet. “nothin’ funny about it.”

harry is definitely drunk-- there’s no doubt about it, and this is how he gets. doesn’t like when people make fun of him, gets all red in the face and pouty in the voice and it makes him want to run into his love’s arms.

which really doesn’t help his case right now.

“what’s wrong with me going?” he questions, eyes shifting to mitch.

“just funny, mate.” he takes a gulp of his own drink. “most guys don’t care about that stuff, y’know?”

“but you? you’re just a right cutie, h.” jeff reaches out and pinches the hot skin of harry’s cheek between his clumsy drunk fingers, and harry bats them away.

“’s both our weddings, though! wanna help with planning and all that.” he frowns, and he looks down at his glass as he swirls its contents.

his friends are fake cooing and making kissy noises and harry’s frown deepens as they fake swoon in their drunken states.

“’m leavin’. hope you lot are hungover.” he stands abruptly and tries to ward off his wave of dizziness so he doesn’t fall over, brushing his jeans off. he heads for the door mumbling to himself when jeff calls out for him.

he reluctantly turns around.

“go on, get. sure you have an appointment with a florist after it, too, hm?”

harry is quiet, and jeff’s laughs finally fade into heaves of breath.

“no, that one’s on tuesday.”

he sends jeff back rolling on the floor, and he slams the door behind him.

-

harry is not a quiet drunk.

she’s learnt that the hard way, she supposes-- from nights of him singing (screaming) in her small apartment where her neighbors would knock hard on the walls to warn them to shut the fuck up, to where she’s witnessed him clatter pots and pans--trying to clean them off--after too many mimosas at brunch when there’s a cute, giggly drunk glint to his eye.

this time is no exception.

she cracks an eye open and rolls over in their bed to face the door, to which she hears his heavy footsteps approaching, and he emerges with a pout on his face.

“’m drunk.” he murmurs, and she smiles sleepily.

“i know, sweet. you okay?”

he frowns and shakes his head, and she rubs at her eye.

“why’s that?”

“need a cuddle.”

she grins, shaking her head at him. he really is such a child.

“well change ‘n c’mere, silly.”

and by change, he understood that as just stripping completely despite the chilly rainy night it had been, and her chuckling and sitting up against the headboard. he lays down with a content sigh, head on her chest and body splayed on top of hers, snuggling his face into her collarbones and neck. her hands are in his hair and rubbing his back, and he’s groaning and shivering like he’s been touch starved.

“boys are mean t’me.”

she laughs slightly, looking down on his back. “why?”

he lifts his head to look at her properly, and he places a wet kiss to her lips. “’m i being annoying? about the wedding?” he says it with a hiccup and she frowns.

“how do you mean?” her hand falls back into his curls and he hums.

“’m i too involved? like... should the guy not like..-- care about the planning? is it weird that i do?”

she pouts at him and he’s looking at her like her answer could mean everything to him.

“sweet, i love that you’re involved-- that you care. it’s your wedding too.”

“that’s what i said!” he whines, head flopping back down into her neck. “you know ‘m not about men do this and women do that. ‘s our day.” he huffs. “actin’ like i’m weird for wanting to pick the cake. we’re uninviting those two.”

she laughs and he’s shaking his head because this is not a laughing matter.

“can’t uninvite them, h. they’re two of your groomsmen.”

“i can find two more.”

she giggles and murmurs for him to stop, fingers rubbing his back. “we just won’t let them have any cake, hm?” and he grins into her neck. “that work for you?”

he nods, smiling. “’n we’ll sit them with my weird cousins.”

she laughs loudly, “perfect.”

“or... or tell the bartender they’re not allowed to have anything.”

“now that’s a good one.”

“do tell me if ‘m being annoying, though. i know planning the wedding is like.. what-every-girl-dreams-of type of thing.” he kisses her collarbone. “don’t wanna step on your toes.”

“h.” she says softly, kissing his hair. “want you to be involved. want your opinion. not my dream without you in it, handsome.”

as if he doesn’t hear her, he keeps rambling. “speakin’ of stepping on your toes, i scheduled that dance class f’next week.”

gosh, he is wonderful.

“thank you, baby.” she grins because he’s starting to murmur nonsense, mumbling about different floral arrangements and she can’t help but sit and bask in his drunken excitement.

“can’t wait t’see you all pretty. marry y’proper cus i love you.”

harry smiles into her neck one last time and he hums and shivers as she kisses his face. he’s too drowsy to move or to kiss her back, so he just settles, content, in her arms and starts to drift.

as he starts to, she wonders how she got so lucky.

[soranihimawari]

where he loved you

you would count on one hand the various times you’ve been in love. their names were “who,” “what,” “when,” “where,” and finally, “why.” those prompting words belonged to different boys throughout your school years since you entered junior high. you had often heard your mother chatting with your neighbor, one of the parents of the twin boys who were curious about the timid kid who lived a few houses down the block. for the life of you, you could not come up with a good enough excuse, even at the ripe old age of ten years old, to remove yourself from eating dinner at the miya household. the twins in your class were always causing mayhem with their crazy hijinks during recess, yet your mother shot you a glare saying you were going with her and that was that. 

so when your mother suggested you wear your “fancy” clothes for the welcoming dinner party you weren’t expecting one of those twin demons to actually compliment your jumper dress. you had your bangs pinned to the side with small fox shaped barretts. you looked up at your mom who nudged your shoulder cuing your ten year old self to say, “thanks ‘samu.” his brother, atsumu, on the other hand, sent you a curious glance, but nonetheless showed you all their lego sets. right before you and your mother left their house, you extended both of your pinkies to the twins (who were surprisingly calmer at home) making them promise to be your first best friends ever. 

at ten years old, you realize you might begin liking living in a new part of hyogo.

-- SEVERAL YEARS LATER: inarizaki high school, free period --

“oi! y/n-san! you got miyas on your three o’clock,” your classmate, nagisa-chan, called out to you and you inhaled a deep breath, then upon the exhale you heard atsumu’s voice reverberate from the entrance to your classroom. 

“hey there baby cakes,” atsumu always had greeted you with wonderful terms of endearment. every day it was something new and rather than make a fuss over the one he called you today, you just went along with it. “listen there was something ‘samu and i needed a third party to settle for us.” 

the sound of his voice seemed to be in it’s jovial range, meaning the now blond-haired twin was feeling a little overly confident. you mentally calculated the amount of steps it would take the twins to approach your desk allowing you to mentally prepare for whatever it was atsumu was going to throw at you. when you reached the holy number of seven (they took broader strides ever since they grew taller), atsumu was walking toward your desk with his brother not too far behind. they were dressed in their athleisure gear for their club while you were still seen in your uniform. you were writing down the last part of your essay on the allusions to nature from the western romantic authors of the 18th century, but you took a break every now and then to enjoy a sip of canned hot cocoa.  

“and praytell what would that be, ‘tsumu?” you folded your arms neatly on your desk. throughout the past six years, you grew up alongside the miya twins, so you were already accustomed to the way atsumu furrowed his brows as a silent tell that he was about say something stupid.

“now i need you to be one-percent honest with me.” 

“miya atsumu, we’ve known each other for the last six years, built dozens of castles made from legos, hell, i even watched you get your first kiss on the jungle gym last year by the park close to home, and now you’re wondering if my honesty is real?” you were enjoying atsumu’s face fall into a panic when you recounted all of the milestones he bragged to you about. stifling a laugh, you glanced behind atsumu’s shoulder returning osamu’s nod of salutations. “see? this is why my other friends think osamu is the better twin.“

“hah!” osamu scoffed unaware of your small increase heartbeat. your brain clearly labeled it as nerves, but the muscle in your chest cavity said otherwise. yes, you did grow up together, so you were accustomed to how each of them grew into their features and you’d have to be blind to the way your circle of girl friends fawned over the volleyball siblings. “see, this is why i’m glad she made us make that pinkie promise.”

“shut it ‘samu.”

you poked atsumu’s cheek with the back of the pen you were using, a useful tactic to discipline him for being rude to his sibling thus causing the blond setter to laugh too.

“now, what exactly do you want me to settle for you two?” you asked, removing the pen from atsumu’s face. 

atsumu turned to face his brother for a moment before shrugging their shoulders as if to say, “just ask her. it’s not that hard man.”

“we was wonderin’ if you prefer sweet snacks over onigiri,“ atsumu stammers. “i said you always liked sweets. you always ate candy whenever you came over.”

“uh-huh. well, that part may be true, ‘tsum,“ you begin. then you let out a short giggle. “but i do prefer eel onigiri over sweets. sorry ‘tsum.”

then, without any forewarning, atsumu decided to spill one of the biggest secrets he was for sure going to get yelled at for at home before he turned on his heels to leave:

“okay good. because i’m pretty sure my little brother is going to make you eel onigiri to go along with his confessing his undying love for you.“

“huh?!“ you and osamu both exclaimed when you jumped up from your desk. all color drained from the younger twin’s face as he recalled confiding in his brother how he really felt about you earlier that school year after you three walked home one spring afternoon in your first year.

when the rest of the class heard what atsumu had mentioned, the girls in your class gave the soundtrack from live t.v. a chorus of “awws,” were heard as you seized both of the siblings hands and politely, yet hastily, dragged them both outside of your homeroom. you dragged them into the music room and immediately shut the door behind you. 

“i never once wanted to be an only child up until ten minutes ago,” you heard osamu mumble when you walked past him. you glanced up at his brother for brief moment before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“atsumu, i don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but you should know better than either of us, it’s not nice to play with other people’s feelings. especially when it involves the three of us.“ you said as you paced back and forth in front of them. “i suggest you leave now before osamu makes good on his promise of wanting to be an only child. i’ll see you after practice, yeah?”

atsumu nodded, he had knowing smirk once he closed the door again, leaning against it to keep watch (aaand to eavesdrop).

osamu ran a hand through his now dark gray hair, his eyes focusing on everything else but you. his secret was out thanks to atsumu, which wasn’t part of how he was going to confess to you at all, yet life finds away. especially when karma presented itself so deliciously in his brother’s lap.

“now that ‘tsumu’s gone, mind explaining to me what he meant by ‘confessing his undying love’?” you inquired. you stopped pacing at that point to study how osamu stood across from you thinking about how to feign innocence prior to abandoning all reasonable excuses. his marble gray eyes visibly softening soaking up the way the sun had decided to shroud you in a golden hue. your hair was brushed back behind your neck since your pacing had caused it to flutter about behind you. 

“’samu, why are you just standing there looking at me like that? do i have something on my face?” your voice brought his thoughts to a screeching hault.

instead, with whatever courage osamu had stored, he gripped your shoulders gently leaning in. 

“you can stop me if this is weird for you,” his words danced across your cupid’s bow. and when your hands find their resting place around his shoulders when you slightly stood up on your tip-toes, closing your eyes you closed the short gap between you and osamu’s lips. if someone were to ask osamu what kissing you felt like, he would tell them your mouth tasted like first of november; warm and bright, similar to the feeling of drinking hot cocoa for the first time that year. when you break the kiss as you returned to standing flatly on the ground, the two of you realize something together. 

“i’ve been in love you since the day you came over for the first time when we were ten,” osamu says, a coy smile finds its way to his mouth. your curious eyes widen at the brazen forwardness of his statement, you close and open your mouth feeling your breath hitching in your throat, so you just nod. osamu instead of releasing your shoulders from his hands, he pulls your body flush against his own; you swear you could hear how erratic his heart was nervously beating. all this was because of you. 

“osamu?“ your voice was timid this time when your hand traces tiny spirals on his shoulder blades in a way to relieve some of his outlying anxiety spewing forth from his confession.

“hmm?”

“count to ten for me, yeah?” you feel him hum again; you remove your left hand away from his shoulder and cup the side of his face. he leaned into your palm with eyes closed as if he were about to cry like the one time he scraped his knee after his bike flipped over at the park when you were eleven, but having you cradle his head in your tiny hands prevented him from doing so. when he reached nine, you gave yourself a mental pep talk right as he finished counting...

ever so slowly, inexorably, you press your lips onto his again. the action was kind, gentle, and chaste. it was then that you both notice that maybe there’s no fireworks or sparks like in the movies you forced the twins to watch with you on valentine’s day, but it’s better than anything the scripts could come up with – there is a wave of passion that fills his mind up with memories of how much he craved for you to return all those stolen glances atsumu would tease him for days on end; it was spilling out from his heart now and you were relentless in letting osamu know how much those mutual feelings were returned by fact you allow yourself to deepen this embrace the further you both plummet in desire.

by the time you exit the classroom, hand in hand with osamu leading the way, you pretend to not notice the way atsumu had this “i told you so” air about him.

you and osamu were sixteen years old when it dawned on you that you had fell in love for the fourth time (osamu would essentially be the one to teach you the lesson of “where you love”) completely unaware that your new lover’s twin brother swallowed his pride for just a second to realize you were the one to teach him the answer for “why he loves.”

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[asterekmess]

Scott McCall is the poster boy for entitlement, misogyny and toxic masculinity. Remember when he demanded that Allison goes out with her stalker (Matt) and then yelled at her in the middle of a crowded club because she had the audacity to trust her own father to save Jackson instead of obeying him? Or when Scott pinned Allison against her bedroom’s door and humiliated her just to prove how ‘weak’ and ‘fragile’ she was and because “If I’m scared shitless, then you should be scared shitless too”?

I told my friend Mads a long time ago that with every new fic I put out, my urge to become, if not popular, then just understood as an anti-scott blog got stronger. I mean, it’s not like I want my blog to just be about hating Scoot, but I didn’t really want people to come in and follow me thinking I was a Scott fan, because it would be disingenuous.

I think I got my wish? Either one person has a lot of feelings (which I’m all for) or a bunch of v angry anti-scott people have swarmed over me like hummingbirds on sugar water. It’s a really interesting experience!

Anyway, back to your ask. So, I don’t like Scott, and admittedly sometimes I’m a little extra bitter/hateful than others, but I do try to be accurate in my dislikes of him (usually), so I’ll go through what you said one at a time and try to decipher (from my v faulty memory, so apologies if there are mistakes) if I agree with each statement.

Since some people have requested the Read More thing so they can scroll easier.

Scott is: Entitled. Off the cuff, I would agree. I’ve mentioned before how frustrating it was to see the show attempt to portray him as a poor kid, when he’s nowhere near that. I’ve also seen posts before that explore how Scott doesn’t carry a ‘poor kid’ mentality at all (they probably did it better than me, and it was probably Athenadark who did the analyzing). Growing up, I didn’t consciously know I was poor. Not as in ‘i had everything I needed’ but as in “i assumed all kids grew up occasionally eating a single can of pears for dinner or had to return groceries from the car because their parent’s card was declined and they were out of food stamps or wore a pair of tennis shoes until they were literally taped together with packing tape because we couldn’t afford new ones.” I grew up in a poor town, on the poor side of that town, so there wasn’t a lot that showed me it was possible to live differently. Being poor gives you a specific mentality, and when I finally met kids who were ‘middle class’ I was blown away by the differences. I say all this because Scott is very clearly a middle class kid.

Yes, he has an after school job. Who tf didn’t? That doesn’t automatically make you poor? Even my rich friend got a summer job because she wanted to buy band merch and her parents wouldn’t let her. But have you seen his room? It’s a wreck. We get the scene of him digging under his bed trying to find his phone, and I honestly was kinda disgusted. (I also grew up in a hellhole hoarder house, so clutter fucks me up) It’s not just the messiness though. It’s finding out that his mom is the one doing the laundry. Melissa “One shift won’t break us completely” McCall still cleans her son’s room and does his laundry and sews his clothes even though she’s supposed to be working herself to death at the hospital. Oh, and he’s sixteen years old, so he should be able to do his own fucking laundry? it’s one thing if his stuff ends up there while she’s doing laundry, but apparently she goes out of her way to do his clothes regularly enough that she has no qualms about going in his room to clean? Scott works at a VET’s office and has for long enough that he can put a cast on a dog and feels confident giving it painkillers in the right dosage. And he can’t sew a line of stitches in his clothes? He’s got an ensuite bathroom. His room is clearly the master bedroom. He doesn’t make his mom dinner to bring her, he picks up chinese. And there’s the house itself and its size, etc. Of the two of them, i would’ve expected Stiles to have the messy room. He’s adhd, I know how hard it is to keep a room clean with that kind of headspace. But no, his is really clean most of the time, even his desk, unless he’s researching something specific. I mention Stiles because it’s the comparison of the two that makes Scott’s own messiness stand out. Hell, literally no other bedroom we’re shown is messy in the slightest. Allison’s, Lydia’s, Jackson’s, none of them. (I don’t remember Liam’s room, if we saw it) He feels entitled enough to take up extra space and add extra work to his mother’s stress level (which, listen, I’m not saying being not-poor makes you entitled. I’m saying that the show makes the claim Scott IS poor and he Still does these things. THAT is the entitled part.)

Then there’s his relationship with Stiles. “Yeah, but I had you before.” When talking about the good and bad things in his life, he doesn’t even think to mention Stiles as one of the good things. He says he has nothing, just like before. Stiles isn’t even on his radar, even though they’re looking right at each other. Yet we know that Stiles is basically Scott’s only friend. As someone else with very few friends, I can’t imagine saying to my best friend’s face that I have nothing and no one. Let alone if that friend had been keeping me from dying and teaching me how to be a fucking werewolf for months on end. When do we see him worry about Stiles being human and stuck in the middle of all this? Especially in earlier seasons, we never see him say anything like “maybe you should hang back cus’ you’ll get hurt.” Like, we know that Stiles would do it anyway. And we’d get pissed if Scott told Stiles he wasn’t allowed to help because he was human, but that’s because Scott doesn’t get to tell Stiles what to do. We know Stiles finds ways to protect himself when he has to, but Scott never even asks. He never hints at “I’m worried about you and please know I wont’ be mad if you stay away from the fight.” Even Derek shoves Stiles behind him when the kanima shows up. There’s the thing where he warns them ‘if something goes wrong call for me.” But he explicity says that worry is for Allison, even though she has some method of self-defense. Stiles has nothing. Scott never cares enough to think “Maybe we shouldn’t bring him to the rave where there’s gonna be a vicious killing machine that has already tried to attack him once.” One word from Peter “vulnerable” and Scott stalks Allison (and forces Stiles to help him) for a week. But Stiles gets trapped in a pool for hours, scared out of his mind, and Scott never so much as seems to get clingy? He just assumes Stiles will be fine. He feels entitled to Stiles’ help and assistance, without putting any thought into Stiles’ safety. He asks “is it illegal?” not “Will you get in trouble?” He looks at Stiles when he says “I can’t protect anyone” But when was he trying to protect STILES?  Then there’s the part where while he’s ‘under the influence of the wolfsbane whistle’ (A plot point I fucking hate) he drags Stiles down with him and includes him in being nothing. Being no one. He assumes that if he was nothing before the bite, then Stiles must’ve been nothing also. And since Stiles didn’t get bitten, it also implies that Stiles is still nothing. He’s just hanging on Scott’s wolfy coattails. That’s an incredibly entitled viewpoint to have.

Admittedly, we do see some more humble moments with Allison, especially at the beginning of their relationship, where he says “I just wanna make sure I get my second chance” he’s not assuming he’ll get it. Go scott! (I’m not the hugest fan of him asking her out after he’s clearly just done her a massive favor and is keeping her from getting in trouble for hitting a dog, and she’s wearing his SHIRT and she can’t really say no without looking absolutely horrible, but she seemed pretty into him, so I’ll let it go) But once they’re together? I know that most best friends share secrets and private stuff with each other...but Scott tells Stiles so much about his sex life with Allison that Stiles is actually pissed off and kind of disgusted by it. Stiles. Who is supposed to be sex obsessed. Even he thinks that it’s just way too much information. I can’t imagine Allison would be comfortable with Stiles knowing that much about her in bed. (But at the same time, we see Scott tell Stiles that he never wants any more info on Stiles in bed than Stiles’ vague innuendo abt wet dreams, and then he still feels entitled to tell Stiles whatever he wants about him and Allison and won’t listen when Stiles asks him to stop.) When he asks Allison to go out with someone else, there’s so much that makes me both sad and angry. She is confused and scared, and has clearly committed really hard to Scott (enough to go against everything her family wants) and he tells her to go on a date with someone else. Not just that, but to kiss someone else. To kiss Matt, specifically, whom he knows Stiles thinks is really fucking creepy (though, we need to acknowledge that no one knew Matt was stalking Allison.) And she tries to show him that he’s asking for something really fucking weird and uncomfortable. “Kiss him? You mean, like really kiss him?” And even then, he doesn’t think anything is weird about telling his girlfriend (and they are clearly v monogamous. We see how insanely possessive he is of her, losing his shit when she’s just introduced to other guys Lydia knows, after only one date that he bailed from) to kiss someone else, but not kiss them the way she kisses him. He doesn’t ask for any info about the date, doesn’t ask if Allison’s uncomfortable. He just says “Do it.” and expects her to obey. He feel entitled to controlling who she’s with and what she does, without asking her if she’s okay with it. Because I haven’t seen later seasons in a long time, I usually try to stick to the earlier stuff so I’m less likely to say something stupid, but I do remember him scaring her in her bedroom. There’s a lot about that scene to unpack, but in the case of Allison specifically, we see that he still feels entitled to touch her. They are not friends right now. She has not given any hint that she wants to get back together (except asking to talk to him in ep.1). He should not feel like it is in any way okay to touch her at all, let alone hold her still with super strength. But he does. In his mind. She’s Allison, so why wouldn’t he able to touch her?

He also feels entitled to his leadership. We need to make clear that Scott doesn’t do the leadership stuff. He just happens to be the person in the friend group who’s a werewolf. Stiles and Jackson are the ones who go and set Peter on fire after they can’t get ahold of Scott (WHO IS NOW WITH DEREK, and THEREFORE HAS HIS PHONE). (You’re telling me Scott could’ve done the howl thing at any time to find Derek, and he just left him there for a week?) (Also, yes, I know Stiles was also not involved in helping find Derek until Peter made him. I’m annoyed at him too.) What is leadership-worthy about leaving a tortured man on a grate with electric wires plugged into his side and shackles on his wrists until he agrees to help you kill his own uncle (Oh, also, I have Peter feelings and have salty thoughts about the plot of s1, if anyone’s interested)? But let’s say Scott’s leadership comes in Season 2, not at the end of S1. But when exactly does he earn it? When he tells a teenage girl he doesn’t care about the humiliation and pain that led her to taking a bite that would cure her lifelong illness and give her a friend group that she didn’t have to be afraid of or bullied by? When he called a boy who looked him in the eyes and begged for him to keep his wolf secret “Bloodthirsty”? When he dismissed Boyd’s want for the bite, which was a way for him to make friends and feel like he belonged somewhere, as ridiculous? When he damaged Boyd’s workplace in a way that would almost certainly get Boyd in trouble? (You think smashing a massive crater into the middle of the ice rink with his fist didn’t get Boyd yelled at or maybe even fired?) When Boyd asked to talk to him on the field, and Scott attacked without rhyme or reason? When he let Erica sit and seize while he fussed over Allison? “This doesn’t Feel right” really Scott? You know, I think Erica, who’s having a fucking seizure in the next aisle, would agree! Hurry the fuck up! Oh my god, I went so off track. I have more thoughts on all that though, if anyone’s curious. Anyway. Scott doesn’t do anything that actually entails being a leader. His one job in the rave, he passes off to Isaac so that he can go call Gerard, because he’s currently working with the villain behind everyone’s back. The whole thing with Allison telling her parents and the plan with Derek getting messed up? Yeah, that was Scott’s fault for not telling her. Hell, for not telling GERARD. He, what he expected her to read his mind? Scott knew Allison was telling her parents about Jackson! She said she would tell them after he broke out of the van! The entire fuckup is his fault. But he still shouts at her and blames her and says she should’ve ‘trusted’ him. He passes all the guilt onto her and leaves her there on the verge of tears. He’s entitled to her obedience and he’s entitled to shaming her and scolding her like a child when she doesn’t do what he wants.

So, yeah, I think Scott’s entitled.

Scott is: Misogynistic. This one...I’m not so sure? Scott has a lot of bad qualities, a lot of behavior that’s incredibly toxic and manipulative, but I can honestly say that I can’t think of a single time when his reasoning for not letting/not thinking someone is capable of doing something is because they’re female?

There’s a lot to be said about the manipulative way that he speaks to and interacts with his girlfriends, but that doesn’t stem from misogyny, from what I can see. It stems from everything else. From his self-obsession, from his moral code, from his honest belief that he deserves obedience and complete candor from those closest to him. He does this to everyone, not just the women. It’s just easier to see it with the women because we’re primed to look for it. (I’m making the assumption here that you are female/feminine presenting, anon, since I know that the vast majority of the fandom is, but if I’m wrong, my apologies) Wow, though I’d have more to say on this bit, but I don’t.

Scott is: Toxicly Masculine. I’m not sure where I lay on this idea. Teen Wolf does have a lot of general instances of toxic masculinity, and Scott does exhibit some of them, but again, part of those behaviors can be found in women as well.

I know that it regularly pissed me off how often they reduced men to sex machines. *Scott and Allison are making out on Allison’s bed* Scott: “I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.” Allison: “I’m not doing anything I don’t wanna do. Are you?” Scott (incredulous): “Are you seriously asking me that question?”

*Stiles and Heather are talking about having sex at the party* Heather: “I mean, would you be okay with that?” Stiles (gently mocking): “Would I be okay with that? Yes, yes, I believe so.” They go out of their way to completely negate the possibility that a guy wouldn’t be into sex, even making the concept of asking for a man’s consent sound silly. This becomes even more toxic when Stiles complains about Malia leaving marks on him, hurting him during sex, and he gets teased for it. No one considers it a problem that Malia is scratching him. He’s expected to be appreciative of it/like it.

There’s the possessiveness, yes. Scott does some really fucked up, possessive things. Like freaking on Allison when Lydia introduces her to other guys, or getting angry from the sidelines just because Jackson is talking to Allison, not even flirting with her. Or running off to attack Jackson AND Allison (because there’s no proof he was only going after Jackson, and he’s only ever been able to follow allison’s scent across town, so he couldn’t have specifically been looking for Jackson) after she broke up with him. Throwing Isaac into a wall for liking Allison, even though they’ve been broken up for FOUR MONTHS. I can’t think of any more at the moment. But it’s a lot. BUT. We also see possessive behavior from Malia (yeah, she was an actual coyote for years, but she’s still a woman.) and similar amounts of aggression throughout the seasons from most of the shifters, implying that the habit is born from the werewolf/shifter thing, and not specifically Scott being toxicly masculine. (It’s still not good, but it’s not technically toxic masculinity.)

Aggression I think we can all agree is a shifter-wide phenomenon.

So, yeah, there’s instances that come across this way, and there’s also evidence that some of it is werewolf related, not scott related. I’m torn.

Anyway, again, I’ve talked way too much. If there are moments from later in the show that I’m missing that specifically prove/disprove these points, I’d love to know about it and check it out! I feel you Anon, Scott is infuriating and you’re in good company. <3

[tangerinegod]

Hello! I am sorry to bother you but I am a senior getting ready for college this year. I am in the US and I wanted to major in the same thing you did, do you have any possible tips for me? I still haven't even looked for colleges that would be best for animation majors so I figured if you were up to giving out any tips/saying any basic ideas if you wanted to/if you had the time to then maybe I'll have a better idea! I apologise for if I sound weird! I'm tried to word it correctly but I can't 😿

hi!! i’m totally down to share my experiences! someone else also had some questions so i’m going to put them all together in this post haha, hopefully this helps! it’ll get pretty long so apologies ahead of time but art school is a lot to think about so i wanna be as helpful as i can around it, its a lot of time and money. I’m gonna put it all under a read more cus it is really really long!

i wanna start off with the fact that I had the privilege of attending school in a financially stable environment, my parents were/are really supportive so w merit scholarship i only came out with around 20-30k in debt and i also had housing support my entire time in school. they were ok with me focusing on academics so i didn’t hold a retail job unless i was out of school like summer/winter break. Ofc though i regularly take commissions/do merch/cons to try and pay for all bills that arent rent cus i did want to be financially independent where it was possible. I also did try and work during the semester but everytime i did my body would deff start to breakdown from the fact that i didnt wanna compromise schoolwork with jobs.. so just read ahead know this experience is from a student who was able to attend focusing only on school work for most of the time!

the biggest thing is knowing art school is not required to become a professional in either freelancing or industry! there are a huuuge amount of online tools and classes these days that provide the exact same education and for cheaper too. i think it depends on what experience you prefer/can handle/want but it’s definitely possible to make art/animation art your living without higher education. the thing that college will for sure give you though is the ability to meet deadlines, work even when you dont want to, and connections with peers+teachers. i think the connections part is invaluable because you’re basically coming out with a network of people you already know and who know you! 

also its good to know if you want to attend/can handle art school! it’s a lot of time and energy and students get burned out really fast. the best piece of advice i got before going was ‘if you draw every single day, even if its for only like 5-10 minutes or a doodle for a whole year you should be fine’ consistency is super key because you’re attending school to draw, and you’ll have to create work for stuff you aren’t excited for at some point or another. burnout is extremely real and the only reason i didn’t experience it was probably because i got super into drawing naruto fanart again inbetween sophomore and junior year! it helped give me something to draw seperated from school which is the only thing i was drawing for since i had entered rip. a heads up id also consider myself a workaholic so i fit in ok with the ‘art school’ environment but it is suuper unhealthy. if you are fantastic at managing your schedule then it’s definitely possible to take care of yourself! freshman year i got 8 hours a sleep a night and only pulled all nighters for some second semester finals at the end. sophomore year + up though i ended up prioritizing hw over sleep and like for sure, definitely shortened my life span. there’s another q down below where i’ll go more into detail but ya, be careful w ur work balance!

another tip especially for animation is knowing for a fact what type of animation you’re looking to go into, and what the school is offering. I didn’t think i’d get into art school at the time so i only applied to two places + decided if i didnt get into either id attend community to get credits out of the way while building portfolio. honestly? i did not do a lot of research LOL but like i did end up having the chance to tour and stuff! just know that each school will have a very different curriculum. The main differences are schools that prioritize 3D (cg animation, cg modeling, ect) and 2D/traditional (hand drawn, ‘oldschool’, digital or traditional based) this is a huge difference so make sure you do research for it! in most cases a 2D/traditional program will also offer 3D since it’s at the forefront of the industry animation wise rn. My school taught 2D but like hand drawn on physical paper 2D, frame by frame. while it was a good experience it’s super outdated because digital tools make it way faster + easier! i’d recommend looking for a program that is digital 2D over traditional 2D. 

if after your senior year covid is still affecting campuses in the US to keep them shut down i’d recommend attending a community college to get credits and then transferring into school. one of the negatives is paying money for gened classes when ur not there for them; if you can get them out of the way sooner and cheaper there is absolutely no negative + you could graduate earlier or use the extra time for better work or to work a job! 

these are all the general tips i think i’d give on like a broad basis of attending or not to think about? let me know if u have more q’s! someone asked q’s im answering below that go more into personal experiences + work culture so heres those:

- how many hours a week do u spend studying, in class, otherwise making art? like how much of ur life does it consume?

I was basically working on art.... 24/7! since i wasnt working a job at the same time i crammed as many credits as possible into my schedule so on avg i did 18 credit semesters (around 6 classes) art classes go for 6 hours and non art go for 3, so i’d spent around 30-35 hours in class a week! hw wise it varied on the class but combined it would be around 35-50 hours a week... im guessing? on average studio classes would have 8-10 hours of hw, maybe 5 for a light week, and gened classes 5 hours w them all combined. or this was probably how things were before junior year? junior+senior year i had thesis + everything else ontop.. i’d spend around 30-40 hours on thesis a week with other classes ontop of that bc my film was super long cus im a dummy! 

- is it hard going to art school n realising that altho u were probably quite talented… so is everyone else? Like. all of a sudden. ur not special and everyone seems as good as u, you know? More generally, how do u deal with comparison?

kinda?? i think instead of the idea of like you vs others it feels more of like a competition at first to be the best. this varies hugely on school culture though; my animation year was really friendly with each other and get along extremely well, so my answer to this is v different than some others who attended different schools. i think that the idea of ‘comparison’ only lasts a portion of the first year because at some point you realize that it’s not a who’s better as much as its a ‘these are my coworkers’ type thing? like healthy competition 100% because we’re all working to improve but i think most of us learned pretty early on that viewing each other as peers going into the same workforce helped a lot. also at some point everyone develops their own style/starts to develop their artistic preferences so there isn’t a way to compare whos 'better’ anymore? i dont think there ever is tbh because style is appealing based off of an individuals preferences. If anything realizing everyone else is also amazing makes you wanna work harder ig? or thats how i felt! it’s inspiring to be surrounded by so many people who create such amazing work. 

- is there a lot of workaholic culture? all nighter culture?

100000% there can be a workaholic and all nighter culture. i know people who avoided it and thats honestly fantastic because i fall super easily into that pit. sometimes i’ll pull all nighters on a personal project just because i really want to finish it... i am definitely considered a workaholic all the way through and its not healthy rip... i’d estimate at the worst i was pulling 2-3 all nighters a week and only 4-5 hours of sleep on the nights i didn’t? that was only for one year tho, after that i was like yeah ok this is really bad for my health in the long run LOL so i tried to cut it down to one all nighter a week and around 5-6 hours of sleep the rest of the week! by senior year my decision to cram in full semesters paid off and i was able to consistently get around 7 hours of sleep a night + no all nighters minus finals since my schedule was lighter despite thesis 😭 while there is that culture i don’t think people view it as like a badge of honor or something to be proud of anymore which is good, we mostly view it as a flaw of the art school system and something that needs to be fixed!!

- are you glad u did it? how did u know it was what u wanted?

i am glad i did it! i’m definitely in a limbo right now of if it was worth both my time, money, and my parents money rip but i think with what i got out of it i definitely wouldn’t be as far skill wise or knowledge wise when it comes to the art industry. i would say it was only worth it for be because i had so much support going in though so i was able to focus so much on improving. if i had only been able to put in part of the effort and not make full use of the resources provided i would honestly have a different answer.. 

i knew it was what i wanted when i realized i really couldn’t see myself pursuing a different profession happily! despite all the bumps and stuff im fully in love with drawing still and feel honored that it’s a field that can provide a living. my second profession choice was to go into culinary school? and third option i think going was into music cus i was also a band kid hehe.  

- how do u cope with ur hobby becoming ur job? how do u deal with art going from something u do for fun to something u do on command constantly?

i think seperating work art from personal art is important! in my case im doubling naruto into being personal work so i have something to fall back onto that isn’t work related. its been a hyperfixation for 12+ years? so drawing it at this point is just like personal art imo. some people have hobbies outside of art and only draw for their job! i think after attending classes for so long the idea of hobby turning into job feels extremely natural? also i enjoy doing it so thats a huge plus! 

sorry this is SO long but i hope i answered your guys’ questions! if you have more just lmk!

[spidercakes]

Here’s a fun college (Tony)/high school (Peter) Tony/Peter AU :)

*

Ned looks suspicious and he totally shouldn’t, Peter makes good life choices except that one time he drunk made out with Flash but that’s half on Flash and it was back to the regularly scheduled Flash being a dick afterwards anyway. So really, it wasn’t like that bad life choice panned out any it was just a weak moment. “Since when are you dating someone?” he asks. Liz and MJ lean forward in interest but probably for different reasons. Peter doesn’t think MJ’s interest in people in crisis is normal but what’s he know?

“Since the weekend,” he says, smiling a little. Tony kind of has a reputation so he didn’t really know what was going on, and he’s in MIT so there’s that to consider but they worked it out eventually. Its not like he couldn’t afford all his gifts to Peter so he hadn’t really thought much of them even if he secretly hoped it meant something. Tony had admitted to enjoying spoiling him anyway because he always looked so surprised about it.

Predictably Ned looks offended about this. “You ditched building the Death Star with me to go hang out with your boyfriend?” he asks.

Which like, kind of. “Ned, we can build the Death Star another day,” he says without adding that Tony was only in town for a couple days anyway. Ned’s around all the time, Peter prioritized.

“But I wanted to build it Saturday,” he says, upset.

“Ned, we will have like four three day weekends coming up,” he points out. “We can build it then. Or procrastinate on our chemistry reports and build it instead of doing school work,” he points out. They both know that’s what they’re going to do because they both hate writing lab reports so he shouldn’t look so wounded.

“So how come we’ve never met this guy?” MJ asks.

“And how come you haven’t given him a name?” Liz adds.

Because Tony’s not in New York most of the time and he’s not telling his friends he’s dating Tony Stark Ned would have a heart attack and Peter’s not ready to live a Ned free life yet. Or ever.

“’Cus he doesn’t exist,” someone new says and they all turn to see Flash leaning out of his chair at the table across from them.

“He does so Flash, stop eavesdropping,” Peter tells him.

“Yeah, Parker? Okay, then. What’s his name? George Glass?” he says, incredulous.

“No, Tony Stark,” Peter says, just as sarcastic even though its true. Why is it that Flash can never mind his own business?

Flash snorts, “oh my god, could you imagine? Seriously, he would not stoop that low,” Flash says, fully confident despite the fact that Peter knows he’s wrong. He can’t help the small laugh he lets out, which obviously confuses Flash but whatever. “So what’s the guy’s name?” Flash asks, raising an eyebrow.

“None of your business, Flash. Go back to failing English,” Peter tells him. Its Flash’s one weakness and he immediately looks flustered.

“I’m getting a seventy two!” he says, irritated.

“Dude, I’m getting an eighty five and I sleep through most of my classes how are you getting a grade that low?” Ned asks and he even manages to pull off looking serious about it too. Peter knows he doesn’t sleep through English, he really likes the classics and always knows more than the rest of the class but Flash isn’t in his class so he doesn’t know that. He also knows Ned’s grade is higher than that.

Flash makes an irritated noise, “shut up, Leeds. Your best friend sucks.”

Liz frowns, “you’re off your game today, Flash. And Peter’s boyfriend is none of your business,” she adds, but more gently because she’s a nice person.

“He’s my business, what’s his name?” MJ asks, looking more interested than she normally is in this stuff. She claims being overly obsessed with who is sleeping with who is a distraction from real world issues. Peter thinks he can care about both because that time Liz and Flash almost dated threw him for a loop. But Liz’s dad scared him off pretty much the same way he had with Peter except Peter stuck around long enough to Liz to call her dad a dick and a misogynist for trying to control her dating life like she can’t make her own decisions. But in her dad’s defense they didn’t end up being compatible permanently even if Liz was also right. Now Peter’s pretty sure she’s dating MJ but neither have admitted to it.

“Why does everyone want to know so bad?” he asks.

“Because you ditched me for him,” Ned says.

“I just want to know,” MJ tells him.

“I’m kind of worried about you,” Liz says.

“Because he’s obviously fake,” Flash adds.

Peter rolls his eyes. “Oh my god he’s not fake,” he mumbles.

*

Tony laughs, “they think I’m fake?” he asks and Peter, on the other end of the video call, sighs.

“I didn’t even mean to make you sound fake but now they all think I made you up because I admitted to Ned that I like Star Trek better than Star Wars and that’s why they all think I skipped out on building the Death Star with him,” he says, dismayed.

Peter is adorable, far too pure for his own good but without the usual naiveté that comes with it. One of Tony’s favorite traits, actually. “I hope you know that’s hilarious. Rhodey thinks you’re made up because you sound too nice.” He is, Tony thinks, but he’d rather someone be too polite than act like ‘asshole’ is a replacement for a personality.

“I’m not too nice!” Peter says like he doesn’t probably help old ladies cross the street or something equally stereotypical of nice people.

“Are too. Its not a bad thing,” Tony tells him.

“I can be mean,” Peter says. Tony’s pretty sure if he was he’d immediately cry afterwards because Peter isn’t at all mean by nature.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you’re a vicious creature,” he says, grinning.

“I am vicious when I want to be,” Peter says, apparently unaware that he looks like a human chihuahua.

“I totally believe that,” Tony says, having a hard time hiding his laughter.

Peter looks offended. “You should be more supportive,” he says and Tony can’t help it, he bursts out laughing.

*

Flash looks bored. “So you’re dating a guy in college? That’s what you’re going with, Parker?”

Tony is in college he’s not even lying about that! “Why is that so hard to believe?” That’s not even a weird thing, lots of people are in college.

“Uh huh, what’s he studying?” Liz asks, amused.

He’s not making this up, why do they think he is? “Engineering,” he says, not feeling like getting specific.

“Did the lab fumes go to his head?” Flash asks, snickering at his own attempt at a joke.

Ned throws a soy sauce packet at him. “Don’t be rude. The lab fumes obviously went to Peter’s head. Don’t look at me like that dude, like how old is this guy even?”

“Eighteen, Ned. Traitor,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Oh, so he’s doing a Bachelors degree,” MJ says, trying to put a time line together or something.

“PhD actually, he’s super smart,” Peter says.

Flash snorts, “oh he’s dating a genius!” he says, disbelief obvious and Peter can’t even say anything because he doesn’t blame Flash for that one. He’d probably think he was making that up too.

“That would be a stupid lie,” he mumbles because it is. Why would he lie about something that sounds so fake that’s dumb.

His phone buzzes and MJ leaps for it. “Ha! Proof of the boyfriend. His name is Tony,” she says, passing the phone off to Liz with no regard to Peter’s privacy he guesses.

Liz scrolls through the messages and Peter swears to god- “Oh, okay. I didn’t need to see that,” she says, a red tinge coming to her cheeks and Peter turns bright red.

“Stop reading my phone!” he says, embarrassed. Flash snatches it next, looking at the screen and his eyebrows fly up.

“Jesus Christ Parker, you kiss your aunt May with that mouth? Go to church,” he says as Ned snatches the phone.

“Oh ew, sexting,” he says, wrinkling his nose before he deposits it back in Peter’s lap.

“No one needed to see that,” he mumbles.

“Well, at least we know he exists even if we all have to live with... that forever,” Flash says, looking disproportionately haunted by this.

Peter is the one who should be haunted all his friends read at least two rather intimate messages to Tony and he’d say that’s what they get for invading his privacy but also he didn’t want anyone to see those. They fall into awkward silence for a few moments.

“I hope you all know I hate you,” he tells them.

*

Tony thinks its funny that Peter’s friends think he’s fake. Or did, until they got into his phone and Peter’s cheeks had turned a shade of red Tony didn’t know humans were capable of turning. He can take a guess as to what they found and Peter might be embarrassed but he’s always been pretty shameless so he doesn’t really care. So now they believe he exists even if they seem to have maintained that Peter is lying about everything else and he doesn’t think these people know Peter well. He’s basically incapable of lying unless its by omission.

So he figures he’ll have a little fun and someone is bound to find out about their relationship and leak it to the press anyway so Peter’s friends might as well find out first. The good news is that bypassing high school seems to have been a good thing because Tony thinks this whole set up is hideous and he hates it but its a necessary evil. Peter, surprisingly, is not difficult to locate standing next to a group of people who are giving him incredulous looks.

Tony grins as he walks over, smiling wider when Peter spots him and looks relieved. “Thank god, can you tell them you built a semi-autonomous AI because they don’t believe me,” he says, gesturing presumably to his friends.

“Yeah, I did do that. Pissed my PhD supervisor right off because he told me it was impossible so I guess he can kiss my ass,” he says, grinning.

Peter looks pleased with himself before that turns to something akin to surprise as he realizes normally Tony isn’t around to confirm his stories. Tony decides to bypass the questions by reaching out fo Peter, hooking an arm around his waist as he pulls him in for a kiss. Its soft and slow, the way Peter likes it and he melts into it easily. He wraps his arms around Tony’s neck, tangling a hand in his hair and Tony’s got plans for him later but for now he figures maybe he should get back to Peter’s friends probably staring at them. So he nips at Peter’s bottom lip and pulls away, earning an upset noise from him for doing so.

He smiles at Peter and gives him another soft, chaste kiss before he turns to his friends. “Do you guys believe him now?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re dating Tony Stark?!” the one with the mathletes jacket asks, voice going shrill at the end of that statement.

Peter shrugs, arms still around Tony’s neck. “I told you that forever ago, Flash you just didn’t listen.”

The one with the curly hair turns to her companion. “You owe me twenty bucks, Liz. I was right.”

Liz, presumably, looks at her like she’s nuts. “You said you were only sixty seven precent sure!”

“Well now I’m one hundred percent sure,” she says.

“Okay, I forgive you for ditching building the Death Star with me I would have ditched you too,” Ned, Tony assumes, says.

Peter’s cheeks are a little red, unused to the attention he’s getting, but he also looks happy and that’s what Tony was going for.

[kayr0ss]

Appointments Chapter 3: Friendship no Jutsu!

[LWA, Diakko, Small Town AU, Fluff and Slow Romance, Pining™ lol]

Chapter 1 & Table of Contents [Links] AO3

“And then I named him Toby!” Akko grinned, whispering over her shoulder towards Lotte.

The afternoon Sociology lecture was winding down, and it seemed even Professor du Nord was fidgeting to get out and enjoy the pleasant weather. Akko, on the other hand, was dying to be anywhere other than a stuffy classroom; she was in much too good a mood to be sitting still. Honestly, wow, how did people who had five hour lectures survive? Was there a whole breakfast, lunch and dinner service in between? Five hours! Akko was at her wit’s end with just two!

Then again, it might have been the extra energy today. Akko was feeling chipper—even more so than usual. She wasn’t late to class (she’d love to shove that to a certain medical practitioner’s face), she was starting to settle into the routine of her new life in town, and best of all: she had a new friend.

A new, adorable, purring, might-not-have-had-rabies-shots, cat-friend named Toby who poked around the school shuttle stop at the town center.

All that was left was to find a part-time job.

“You can’t just feed stray cats!” Lotte hissed under her breath. “And how did you know it was a boy? I hope you didn’t hold it, Akko, it can be very dangerous to—”

“It had balls?”

“That… makes sense,” Lotte blinked. “But still. It’s going to start expecting food at the same place, especially if you’ve been doing it for a few days by now.”

“I live near the shuttle stop,” Akko shrugged, casually waving her hand. Her friendship with Lotte felt like a rock that kept her in place while she explored her new environment, and in her own Akko-way, she was thankful for it despite the nagging. Akko could recognize care expressed in its different forms.

There was no bell to signal the (rather awkwardly-timed) end of Sociology class, but the room’s listless chatter cued Akko in to check her watch.

16:43!

Two minutes never felt so long. She huffed impatiently, tapping her fingers on the desk.

“You’re extra fidgety today.”

“I’m going to go see Toby!” Akko completely ignored Lotte’s exasperated eye-roll. “Jasminka likes to give me left-over bread and crumbs for him! He already shows up when I wait for the shuttle to school anyway.”

“You’re literally just taking Sociology and Physics. What about the rest of the days?”

“I’ll walk by and feed him?” Akko said as if it were obvious. “I like taking walks, anyway.”

“So I’ve heard,” a kindly voice said from a short distance away. “University Admin has been so kind to inform me that a student with brown hair and red eyes ran from Central Blytonbury to my class during the start of classes.”

Akko “P—Professor!”

“Miss Kagari, correct?” the woman sported glasses and had a welcoming smile. Akko noticed that while she was a good professor, she seemed a little… easily stressed at times. She had fascinatingly red hair, which transitioned to blue towards the end. It looked liked she was growing out her hair and abandoning a former dye job, and Akko was about to suggest that it was long enough to be trimmed before remembering that she had been asked a question.

“Yes,” the brunette nodded, and Lotte had turned to watch the exchange.

“I don’t recall you being late for my lecture,” Professor du Nord pointed out. “What time did you leave Central?”

“Er—Ano—” Akko strained to remember, feeling a little nervous. Why was she asking? Was she going to get marked late even if the Professor came in after? That wasn’t fair! Suddenly, she remembered the panicked feeling of only having thirteen minutes to get to class and, “oh!” she mumbled to herself, driving a fist into her palm, “it was around two thirty-two when I bumped into ‘pretty blonde doctor.’”

Both Lotte and Professor du Nord raised their eyebrows in amusement, and the older woman smiled. “That’s rather impressive. Although I also heard you made quite the commotion along the way.”

Akko looked a little embarrassed, “sorry! I’m new in town and—”

The woman raised her hands to placate a visibly upset Akko, “what I came here to ask,” she interjected, “is if you would be interested in the University’s running club.”

“Running club?” the brunette paused in thought. That was… not what she expected?

“Mhmm,” Professor du Nord demurely clasped her hands. She didn’t look particularly athletic, or even interested in anything related to running or sports, but people in this town have surprised Akko and she really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Sucy looked like she was into some weird stuff but not, she didn’t know, fungi. And apparently Jasminka from the cafe can chug.

“I handle the track team and the running club,” the professor affirmed. “Anyway, it’s an open invitation, I’m sorry if I’ve kept you indoors for too long. Let me know what you think!”

“Oh no! It’s not a problem professor!” Akko waived her hands, flustered. She was warming up to the older woman faster than Lotte could say ‘Akko, no!’ (which was pretty fast) and suddenly Sociology class was a more exciting concept than it previously was—especially now that she knew the professor seemed like a cool, albeit kind of nervous, and surprisingly sporty person.

“If you’ll excuse me,” the older woman waved. She was walking off the next moment, and Akko noticed there was a certain power in her strides that made for an interesting impression when put side-by-side with her personality.

“Officially my favorite teacher,” Akko nodded with conviction, pulling her backpack onto one shoulder.

“You only have two,” Lotte chuckled while she collected her books. “And from what I’ve heard about that physics professor, there wasn’t much competition.”

Somewhere along the walk to the campus shuttle station, Akko had lured Lotte into ‘going to feed Toby’. She knew Lotte wouldn’t say no to a trip to the local cafe, but she was damn well going to use every opportunity to talk about her cat-friend if it showed itself. The bus ride was spent gawking out the window and looking through a list of job postings she’d collected. She considered asking if Jasminka needed some help in the cafe, but if she could remember correctly, there was a new kid helping her out already.. Having so much free time was nice, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t beginning to feel guilty over her parents’ allowances. And honestly, having so much time was beginning to get boring.

‘Gym Instructor Needed’ Disaster waiting to happen.

‘Library Staff’ Would bore me to death.

‘Test Subjects Needed’ —> Willing to sign health waivers —> Semi-invasive Chemical testing —> Competitive Payment —> Non-disclosure agreement

“Hey,” Akko elbowed Lotte, “how much do you think they pay the test subjects?”

The other woman looked over to the advertisement and visibly paled. She grabbed the paper, groaned, and flipped out her phone to send what seemed to be quite a lengthy (and expressive) message to a friend.

“I never want to go through pulling half-unconscious strangers out our apartment building,” she shuddered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she quickly said. “Anyway, we’re here.”

Akko was off the bus and running the next second, crossing towards the cafe (“Akko! Stop trying to beat the crosswalk light!) which was at the opposite corner of a small intersection. Central Blytonbury wasn’t anything like the other ‘City Centers’ she was used to. It was just—literally—at the geographical center of the town. It had the cafe, the shuttle stop, the clinic, and at every direction of the intersection you could find other notable areas like the park, a small gym, a row of brownstone houses (Orion Street - eastbound was where Lotte and Sucy boarded, and Akko was elated to find that out because she was just a few blocks down) and finally, the road towards the markets.

The smell of brewing coffee was becoming so familiar to Akko now that she could probably tell Jasminka’s coffee shop apart from others. She skipped across the shop’s front patio with Lotte barely keeping up from behind.

“Jasminka!” she grinned, bursting through the door.

“Akko,” Jasminka cheerily replied, “and hello as well, Lotte.”

“Hello!”

“I was just telling my friend about you,” the Russian woman was about to introduce her to a bright-haired woman who was leaning over the counter with a boyish swagger when the woman in question nearly choked on her coffee.

“Holy shit!” she grabbed at her stomach, trying not to double over in laughter, “you’re that girl who totally wiped-out at the park! With the bike!”

Akko blinked. It’s the football coach. It was the freaking football coach who had to help her up. “Stove top hair football coach,” she blurted out.

“S—Stove top hair?!”

“Why does this keep happening to me,” Akko mumbled to herself in disbelief. This town really was ridiculously small.

“I can’t believe you dissed my hair,” the woman growled. Lotte and Jasminka watched in apprehension from the sidelines while the two, fiery personalities sized each other up.

“I mean that in a good way though?”

“How do you even like, mean that in a good way?”

“It looks badass!”

The woman blinked as if to consider the comment, “well I was going for that.”

That was apparently a good enough introduction because Akko held out her hand with mischievous enthusiasm. “I’m Akko! Be my friend!”

All things considered, she was surprised when the woman grinned. With a firm clasp, she took Akko’s hand, “my name is Amanda O’Neil!”

——

They had a cat problem.

“I guess it could be pretty bad,” Barbara scratched her head. “I mean, what if we had allergy patients and there are stray hairs near the clinic entrance.”

“Precisely,” Diana nodded, barely looking up from her copy of Clinical Respiratory Medicine by Spiro, Silvestri, et al. “There is also the matter of cleanliness and upholding medical standards to keep our permits. We’re going to have to find whoever’s leaving the breadcrumbs and have a few words.”

“Poor cat though. It was growing on me.”

Whether or not she felt sympathetic towards the cat was irrelevant to Diana, they had a job to do and an animal loitering in the nearby area was not something that could be compromised on. While the whole ordeal wasn’t necessarily that big of a problem, Diana found solace in the stability of her daily routine. She liked knowing what she would be doing at any given time of the day, and any errands out of her routine were planned and prepared for. The cat was not. “I can report it to the local shelter. If no one within the area claims ownership, they can take him away.”

“It’s a him?”

“Male genitalia,” Diana supplied professionally.

Barbara chortled, but with a wave of her hand she pushed the topic aside.

“Alright, let’s end that conversation there,” the dark-haired woman stood from the examination stool and pulled a cat-like stretch. “Where on earth is Hannah?”

As if on cue, the bell by the front door alerted them to an expected visitor.

“Sorry!” a woman with auburn hair tied up in bow walked into the clinic with familiarity. “We ran out of losartan and I had to make sure the stocks were replenished.”

“Huh,” Barbara blinked, recalling that the drug was used to treat high blood pressure. “That’s odd. I never remembered the people as being hypertensive.”

“Quite an amusing coincidence,” Diana gently closed her book. “I can think of a few individuals who’d definitely contribute to a rise in collective blood pressure.”

“Is this the Kagari girl again?”

“Kagari?” Hannah inquired. “The girl you sent to the pharmacy for antibiotics?”

Diana nodded, “she was quite the character. It was rather… frustrating. I am not sure what to make of her behavior, most especially since she seems keen to cause trouble at every corner she is found.”

“At the pharmacy, she was in line with that old man, uhm—” Hannah gestured in the air, finding the name at the tip of her tongue, “—Mr. Landon! Yeah, him, with the cane? And she goes, ‘is that a wig? It looks nice!”

“No way,” Barbara shrieked. “That old man’s grumpier than a cave bear!”

“He laughed,” Hannah said incredulously, “and said he wished everyone had a sense of humor like she did!”

“I wouldn’t put that past her based on what I’ve seen,” Diana nodded. “It’s fortunate that Mr. Landon found it amusing, but I doubt the rest of the townsfolk will be as receptive to her antics. Moreover,” Diana leaned back, taking off her glasses and neatly folding them on her desk, “she goes gallivanting around this way while enrolled in University. Scholars should conduct themselves accordingly, and not go pushing people around while running in the streets.”

Hannah and Barbara shared a look.

“She went even as far as to have an altercation with Dr. Meridies—the professor from Engineering, if you recall.”

“Well,” Barbara looked a little amused, “if you put it that way, she does sound like bad news.”

“I shouldn’t be one to deliver a judgement on character,” Diana crossed her arms, brows furrowing in frustration. “But I simply… can’t make heads or tails of it.”

Hannah laughed. “Wow. This is the most worked up we’ve seen you since… the Physician Licensure Exam?”

Diana was about to voice out her dissent, but then she realized she was getting unreasonably worked up over an acquaintance. She felt her face flush a little, but she digressed. It was nearing five-twenty in the afternoon and she was finally able to invite Hannah and Barbara for a very-much-planned and on-schedule coffee.

A minute before the clock struck five, the group was welcomed by the signature aroma of Jasminka’s brew. There was no cheesecake today, so the chocolate croissants would have to make do. She considered trying a sandwich—the shop liked to cut off the crusts (she always liked her sandwiches that way). On some days, Jasminka liked to suggest her something new, but Diana would politely decline. She always took note of her suggestions, though, stowing it away incase of she felt adventurous one of these days.

Whenever that might happen.

So English Breakfast tea with croissants it was. Hannah opted for something with vanilla, while Barbara ordered one of those peculiar mocha-peppermint frappuccino that Diana could never bring herself to try.

“What?” Barbara crossed her arms defensively at the looks she was getting. “Let me have my Christmas-flavored drink.”

“We didn’t say anything,” Hannah smirked with amusement, pulling her two companions towards a booth. Diana noticed that there was a new assistant in the cafe preparing their orders. Jasminka was cutting off the crusts of a fresh order of sandwiches, putting the crumbs into a paper bag before walking out from behind the counter towards a table and—

Oh. She blinked, registering familiar brown hair bobbing about in its usual childish fashion. Its owner shot Jasminka a grin, thanking her for “giving the local kitty food” before accepting the paper bag with red, sparkling eyes. Everything began to click into place, she really should have expected this, and before she knew it Diana was striding towards the table with authority in her gait.

“Why am I not surprised that you had something to do with the stray cat at Central?” Diana crossed her arms, a neutral expression gracing her features while she stared Akko down. She noted that she was seated and apparently acquainted with Amanda O’Neil, and good lord—did the two individuals most capable of raising the town’s collective blood pressure really need to be friends? So soon?

“You mean Toby?” Akko grinned.

“I see you’ve named him.”

The other woman—the one with glasses and light orange hair—she remembers as a regular, though she was mostly on her own when Diana saw her. She looked quiet and put together but somehow perfectly comfortable with her two, hardheaded and turbulent companions.

“Of course!” Akko blinked. “He’s my friend.”

“Wait a minute,” O’Neil slammed a palm on the table, squinting her eyes between the blonde and the brunette. “You two are friends?”

“Yes!” Akko asserted, in stark contrast to Diana’s calm and collected, “no.”

The blonde actually gawked a little.

She thought they were friends? She…? Diana was baffled. “You shoved me at a crosswalk, complained the entire time I was treating you of your injuries, refused to listen my medical advice—I can see scarring around the wound, I know you picked at it—and then entertained a stray cat around the premises of my clinic.”

Amanda face-palmed, “wow.”

“Exactly!” Akko stood up and balled her fists, shooting Diana a challenging glare.

Diana blinked. Exactly?

“Doesn’t that make us friends?!”

Caught completely off-guard by the assertion, and absolutely confused by this woman’s logic and definition of what “friendship” is, Diana found herself pushed to a corner. What on earth? What had either of them done to warrant friendship? Was she seriously declaring friendship while going red in the face with irritation?

Without truly thinking about her response, Diana stammered.

“I—I suppose?”

“See?! Was that so hard?!”

It was… frighteningly easier than she thought.

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Hey guys! So here's the third chapter - I hope you all enjoy it! Amanda finally makes an appearance, and we will be seeing more of Toby in the future ehe ehe ehe.

Addendum: I made a rough map of fanfic!Blytonbury as a reference for when I write directions / travel times. I just thought I'd color it and share if anyone cares LOL. This chapter is so satisfying to post just because of how much trouble I had writing it, schedule-wise. But ya know, people need to make a living so I’m thankful to at least have some time to write! <3

[Bright red w/ Arrow - Central shuttle stop and the road to LNU; Blue - the Clinic; Brown - Jasminka’s Cafe; Maroon (Southwest) - Akko’s apartment bldg!; Purple - the Pharmacy; Yellow - Sucy & Lotte’s apartment!; Pink - school where amanda coaches football; Light blue - Diana’s house!; Dark blue - Library; big green - park w/ running track; green cirlce - the big oak]