#not standing up for yourself cuz being even the slightest bit rude even to someone who might deserve it feels like certain death

[sea-buns]

At this point Gorgug would absolutely be raging at Porter if it wasn't for his social anxiety. And if that isn't the anxious experience, I don't know what is

[waifu-13]

Okay here me out,, oikawa but a kingdom au... ballroom dance, cinderella type beat ya know??😩 OR you could do an enemies to lovers✨ where y/n is a prisoner cuz their kingdom was taken over by aoba johsai kingdom and boom bam they are lovers... idk how but it happened but it did - you get some creative freedom (also imagine iwaizumi as a knight, I- 😳)

~ love ya bestie 💞

THREE MONTHS AN kingdom au oikawa x reader 

got ya, but honestly could iwas arms even fit in armor?

a human can only fake love for three months, will you fall in time? 

You never really butted heads with your family, and when you did you always had gotten your way- keyword here is had- king dad whatever name you wanna use, thought it would be a good idea to set his sweet daughter up with the prince from the kingdom over. You roll your eyes as his name is being told.

“Oikawa Tooru, from the kingdom Aoba Johsai” your father introduced the boy to you, while your mother motions her head for you to introduce yourself. You glare at her then what was his name again... Oikawa right? You keep your mouth shut. You didn't want this, you didn't even like the guy, from what you heard his ego was bigger than his...brain. Your thoughts are interrupted by Oikawa with a cocky grin on his face

"So? princess what's your name? Take the princess as a pet name if you like... or a formality” it seems as if his grin just grew bigger. You sigh loud enough for your parents to hear.

“ y/n l/n... ” your tone cold towards him. Your mother apologizes saying how you didn't mean to be so rude. She just kept going on and on about how your such a great lady. You sigh once more, sneaking off back to your room, changing into something more comfortable then that gown your mother and father had you wear. You didn't understand how this could be so important. So what if kingdoms do this? You didn't want this.

Rumor has it that Tooru and his sister are the only airs to the throne. So who's family is this really for? As you finish thinking and changing you peek out the door of your room to make sure the coast is clear before sneaking out to the garden. The one place in the castle that's really yours making your way outside you thought you were alone until...

“These rose are pretty. Did you grow them yourself y/n?”

Ugh, of course he had to show up. Oikawa and his stupid grin you simply nod. You have no need to converse with him your not gonna marry him no matter what.

“So princess you gonna keep being cold? I understand this isn't ideal but let's make the best of this yeah?” he flashes you a charismatic smile.

“You understand, yet your still here? Just go away... I refuse to marry you.” You turn and swiftly walk away leaving him behind to talk with the flowers. He seemed speechless after your comment.

'She's got fire in her.. she knows what she wants I can't let that go not for me or my kingdom' Oikawa thought standing there wordlessly after what you said. There he was, left alone in this garden. It was gorgeous, he wish he knew who made it. A garden like this took a great deal of time and care.

After some time of exploring alone looking to find you. Your mother calls you both in for dinner. You both walk back taking different paths. You hoped to not see Oikawa on the way back. When you arrive, your father sees you changed he expected nothing else of you but still, he sighed.

“y/n... why you needed to look formal for once.” He didn't look disappointed or upset you couldn't describe the look on his face. You all get seated and ,of course, your parents made you sit next to Oikawa. Oh how much you hated this, how much you wish you could just run without knowing someone would look for you. Your parents were trying to keep some form of conversation going but the tension in the room is easy to see. That is until Tooru makes a proposal.

“Three months, that's it we both know you dont wanna be here but give me one month for us to get to know each other and see what happens.” His tone is serious while his eyes say something else. They say he wants this for more then just the kingdoms. They show some real emotion. Its easy for you to see as much as you didn't wanna do this you cant completely say no. You look at Oikawa, letting out a sigh.

“Fine. Three months that's it. No funny business no extra shit, and one condition. We’re staying here.”  your mother was about to object as well as scold you for your choice of word, but Tooru interuputed.

“That sounded more like 3 conditions but okay princess, I have one condition too. I'd like for us to go to my kingdom on the weekends to visit my sister and nephew.” He says confidently with the slightest bit of hope in his voice. You nod and wonder how these three months will go. Will you fall in love? Or will you run away? 

[lettuce-seize-the-day]

Found ch. 6

Summary:  Jack Kelly is a 17 year old kid who has been in the foster system for more of his life than not. By now he's given up on finding his forever family and is counting down the days until he turns 18. Four months before the deadline, Miss Medda Larkin decides she is going to adopt him.

Chapter summary:  Davey and Jack have a disagreement in gym class. Jack needs some space, and Race comes in clutch.

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“Where’s your gym clothes, Kelly?” the gym teacher asked. It was Tuesday, third period. P.E. day. The students were lined up in alphabetical order on the line on the basketball court. And, of course, David was in his gym class, and Jacobs and Kelly were only so far from one another in the alphabet. Which meant David was next to Jack. Again.

“Forgot ‘em,” he said, shrugging. Fat chance he was going to take his hoodie off in front of anyone, now or ever. But especially not for fucking gym class of all things.

“We got extra ones, y’know,” the teacher replied.

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“You don’t change, you don’t participate. You don’t participate, you get a zero for the day. That happens three times and you got detention. You sure this is how you want to play this out?”

“Ooh, I’m quakin’. Ya see me? Terrified. It’s the end of the world if I wear jeans in a gym. But I guess it’s a risk I’m just gonna hafta take,” said Jack, rolling his eyes.

The teacher looked at him, then scribbled something down on his clipboard before continuing down the line.

“Why wouldn’t you change?” whispered David, who had never taken a zero in his life and could not fathom someone choosing to, especially for something which seemed so silly to him.

Jack gave him a laugh. “What can I say, Davey? I’m a rebel widda cause. Fuck the system, an’ all that.”

David shook his head. He could never. He didn’t like gym, either, but half the grade was just showing up and the other half was doing what you were supposed to. They stood in silence for a second, before he replied. “I could bring you gym clothes, if you needed.”

Jack looked at him. “Why would I need that?”

David shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground. “It’s just, if you don’t have gym clothes, or don’t wanna carry ‘em around, or whatever reason. I could bring you some. I don’t mind.” He didn’t mean to be rude, but Jack clearly needed to go clothes shopping. David knew Medda was fairly well-off, so he didn’t really understand why Jack dressed the way he did. But he wore the same old hoodie every day, and it was in bad shape.

“Thanks, Davey, I ‘preciate it. But I don’t need that. I jus’ ain’t gonna change into some stupid clothes for some stupid class when no matta what happens, I’m outta here in a few months.”

“You don’t think you’ll finish the school year?” asked David.

“Nah, prolly not. It ain’t my thing.”

“What about Race? And Crutchie, and Medda?”

Jack sighed, a bit aggravated at the way this conversation was going. “They’s fine, I jus’ ain’t wanna start pretendin’ this is permanent or nothin’. ‘Sides, I ain’t smart enough to graduate, so why waste my time here any more than I hafta? Nah, the minute I turn eighteen, I’m hittin’ the road.”

“I think you’re plenty smart,” he said softly. “And I wish you’d give yourself more of a chance.”

“Yeah? Well, I wish you'd mind ya business and not worry ‘bout problems that ain’t yours to worry ‘bout. ‘Specially when ya don’t even know the first thing ‘bout me. Who the hell d’you think you are?” Jack snapped. He liked David just fine, but he was clearly crossing a line here.

David looked at the ground. “I just think… things could be better for you. If you only tried a little bit. But it’s like you don’t want them to be, so you can prove some bullshit point to yourself about how the world is so awful, or whatever.”

Jack was absolutely flabbergasted. Here was this kid who didn’t know him at all, calling him out in ways that no one else had ever dared to before. No one had ever cared enough to. And he was angry, because he knew he was right, but it was none of his business! And it started from some stupid argument about gym clothes, of all things.

Jack scoffed. “Whateva. I’m outta here,” he muttered as he walked right out of the gym, consequences be damned. He was no stranger to trouble, and could not stand to be next to Davey for one more goddamn second.

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Fourth period was chemistry, which Jack and Race shared, along with Spot Conlon and Katherine. Today, the teacher was assigning lab partners for the semester. She read down from a list that she had already made, then the students went to sit with their new partners. Jack wasn’t in class, but he ended up being partnered with Spot. Race maintained a neutral face, acting as though he didn’t care at all, but of course he cared. He also wondered where Jack was. Then he got a text asking him to meet in the boy’s bathroom by the gym.

Race stood up immediately. “Umm… Miss, I hafta use the restroom,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at his verbal disruption of the lecture. “Take the pass,” she said, gesturing to the pass hanging from a lanyard by the door before she continued.

Race gave a little awkward bow before grabbing the pass hanging on the door and went to find Jack in the bathroom.

“What’s up, Jackie?” he asked.

“Can I bum a smoke?”

Race was surprised. Jack didn’t seem the type. But he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his backpack and handed him one. What were brothers for? “Here,” he said, tossing him his lighter. “Did somethin’ happen?”

Jack ignored him at first, focused on lighting the cigarette in his mouth. He took a very long drag, then exhaled slowly, his eyes closed as he leaned up against the wall. “Jus’ nosey people askin’ stupid questions.”

“Like who? Like what?” asked Race, trying to ignore the irony in his response.

Jack opened one eye and gave him a look, indicating that the irony was not lost on him either. Then, after a pause, he closed his eye again and sighed. “Dat friend o’yours, Davey? He jus’ don’t have a clue when it’s time ta drop somethin’. Ain’t no respect fuh boundaries, dat kid.” He took another drag of the cigarette, then coughed a little. He wasn't much of a smoker.

Race understood. While David was a good friend, he really could be overbearing. Which was part of why Race was now so good at putting up a front- he had to be a fast learner, once David decided he was going to be his friend. “I’s sorry, Jack. Ya know he means well. S’just he ain’t neva had ta sleep nowhere but a real house wid two whole folks tuckin’ him in at night. Sometimes he jus’ don’t understand what we been through, cuz he ain’t neva had nothin’ ya can’t ask questions ‘bout.”

Jack nodded. It made sense. But he still just… pushed his buttons, somehow.

“If ya don’t mind my askin’... and ‘course ya can say no, too, but… what was it exactly that gottim so curious?”

“Oh, just stuff ‘bout my work ethic, my potential, how I oughta stay here an’ keep doin’ this school bullshit even afta I turn eighteen. Dat sorta stuff, completely outta nowhere,” said Jack. “Totally outta line, too,” he added, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Hearing this made Race’s heart sink a bit. “Ya don’t… ya don’t think ya gonna stick around, then, huh?” He couldn’t say he was surprised, but he was sad. He really bonded with Jack, and didn’t understand why Jack would choose to leave when there was a door open for him to a place where he was welcomed as family.

Jack looked up at him and saw the slightest change in Race’s expression. It was exactly like yesterday, when they were talking at the bench- something just beneath the surface had shifted. Like suddenly his neutral face was a lie he had to maintain. “It ain’t nothin’ personal, Race. I’s just… not a family guy.”

“I hear ya, Jack.” Race looked at the ground, his expression completely blank. “I gotta get back ta class.” He began to make his way out of the bathroom.

“Racer,” Jack said behind him. He turned and looked at him, wondering what he could have to say. Jack tossed him his lighter. “Thanks for da smoke.”

Race gave a small smile and a half-shrug as he pocketed the lighter, not looking at Jack. “What else is bruddas for?” He turned and walked most of the way out of the bathroom, before stopping in his tracks at the door for just a moment. Without turning around, he said, “Family is for everyone. Ain’t no one too good for it, and ain’t no one don’t deserve it. Like it or not, ya already got one, and it’s up ta youz what ya gonna do widdit.” And with that, he continued walking out the door.

Jack paused for a second, then took another drag of the cigarette that Race had given him. This was exactly the kind of bullshit that made him not want a family. He hated feeling responsible for anyone else. It was always hard on him, especially in houses with kids younger than him. He always ended up being some kind of big-brotherly figure to them, and then he worried about them like crazy when they were inevitably separated. And he always ended up alone. Every time. He was tired of it.

And then, he wasn’t alone. He heard footsteps down the hall, and tried to put out his cigarette as quick as he could. As he was tapping it on the sink trying to extinguish it, the guidance counselor, Snyder, walked in. Jack froze as they made eye contact. His eyes went from Jack, to the cigarette in his hand, and back up to Jack.

[moidse]

Journal6

Honestly fuck them. i fucking hate them and and done with them. they were so hypocritical the whole time. they kept trying to pressure me into being friends with someone who was awful to me.. the pressured me into letting them sleep at my house early on pressured me to invite them to meet my mom pressured me to post about us on social media and on my year in review post.... but i pressure them to have sex, like when was 1 time you said hey i wanna go to bed and i didn’t respect that??? you were all over me on thursday when i put on those panties, the only reason i got turned on that night was because you jumped on top of me and started grinding on me, but i am the one that pressures you everytime you come over? that’s just not true dude, name a time you said you didn’t want to and i just wasn’t okay with it and pressured you to fuck me..... you can’t.... and also i just feel like you are just not a stable person like who is all over someone, says they can have their panties and casually jokes about wanting to marry them and then just suddenly say oh i feel like you pressure me to have sex and the next day say you are over me and want to break up.... and the first time i ever stand up for myself and say you hurt my feelings and obviously didnt’ care you just broke up with me... like you are so immature and you want to paint the picture that i just am the one that is immature and needs to grow and its like why does every person say the same thing that im with, they never take responsibile for them being a bad person and just say oh i want to have sex with you too much and thats the problem... like at least im mature enough to own up to the fact that im not perfect and probably have issues with these areas but you’ve never once admitted youre own personal issues... you only admit trauma which you can blame on someone else... like... you aren’t even poly dude... you just want to be able to fuck or make out with anyone that gives you the slightest bit of attention... why else would you say tell me on 2 different occasions that you get anxiety about me fucking someone else and liking them more then you (which why would you even think i’d do that, probably because it’s something you would do to someone)  and also you got mad i didn’t tell you i just texted abbie... but i shouldn’t be upset you made out with a stranger on our date because “your poly” like bitch when im trying to be poly and just text abbie you throw a fit cuz i didnt tell you but you can make out with someone and its no big deal when we are out together on a date?? that’s just rude and you didn’t give a fuck about me when it happened. you dont respect our relationship. you say its been so long since you’ve been monog or wanted to be monog, then you cheat and make out with someone and just say well your poly and its like bitch you may be poly but you damn well know this relationship isnt you said it yourself to me through text that its been so long since youve been monogamous. you are only poly when it is convient to you. you dont care about me or my feelings or anyones thats why you want relationship anarchy. you cant commit to anyone and you don’t care about anyone... you just want full freedom to fuck and kiss anyone that gives you the slightest attention without having to be responsible for anyone elses feelings being hurt because it doesnt bother you.. you dont care you just want attention. which is fine but just own it. you never once owned up to just wanted to make out with that stranger at the bar. you still said a million excuses. which just shows you arent mature. like you cheated on me when i invited you out, bought your ticket to this show, arranged a place to stay, and within less than an hour being there you made out with someone else like i dont mean shit to you then you said “i was drunk, you weren’t there, i am poly, he was a dude, it was quick, it didn’t mean anything.” you just kept going on with excuses instead of being real dude... you never once said some random dude wanted to make out with me and i was into it and i didn’t think about how that would hurt your feelings and im sorry.. you never once was able to be real and admit you wanted to make out with a stranger and didn’t care how it would effect me.. you didn’t care that it would hurt my feelings and that’s the truth... that’s why you have been saying a list of excuses... because you knew i wouldn’t be okay with it and there was zero part of you that cared in the moment... and its like cool ... ya know ive never been drunk and just cheated on a partner... but you clearly are a cheater.. i know you and marcell’s relationship wasn’t perfect but you did admit you cheated on him... which makes since why you cheated on me that other night and didn’t care... and you want relationship anarchy.. you want to be able to get with anyone at anytime without having to check in with anyone.. you dont want to commit to anyone... you jsut wanna fuck around and its like why the fuck did you even pretend you wanted to be with me... i’ll never know why you wanted to be with me... i was pretty honest about my personal issues i need to work on but you never have been... you just want to fuck around... like how you wanted to meet someone from tinder and kept trying to act like you wanted to make friends but if you fuck it might just happen and i should be okay with that,,, but me even texting abbie made you upset... like you are such a hypocrit.. you want me to always want you and you are so fucking afraid i will leave you... honestly it wouldn’t surprise me if you had been with other people and cheating on me the whole time since when you did on our date you just made up excuses and said well i’m poly... as if this relationsihp is which it isn’t and you even said so in the past week... i hate you... why the fuck would i wanna be friends with you. .you fucking wanted to hang out with me and ashley tongiht and i didn’t and then you broke up with me... like seriously dude fuck off.you need to grow up.. i shouldn’t even respond to you... i dont want to be friends.. i wanna drop off all the stuff i have of yours on your car including the dick like i dont care i hate you.