#panicked to even think about that class and instead im doing this

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tara carpenter x f!reader

warnings: grammatical errors, mention of suicides, abusive household and also scream 5+6 au bc why not?!

a/n; IM ALIVE !! I'm so busy, school is shit broo

it was sunday, it meant it was cleaning time. but, you were to focused on studying that you forgot to clean the house.

you checked the time, and you realized, that your father was coming home soon. you panicked, and quickly started cleaning your room.

your father was an abusive alcoholic, it was a suprise. an loving caring man turning into an abusive alcoholic, when your mother died.

he didn't bother going to therapy, instead he started drinking and started doing drugs. when he's tired, he takes his anger out on you, when he's in a bad mood he takes it out on you.

he poured out his anger always at you, you didn't know why. you would always be hiding in the closet, filled with bruises from him. trying to hold your tear's, it was always hard. you've never told anyone about the abusive and toxic household you were in.

you were a joyful person, filled with sunshine but personally, no one ever knew you that well. except for your girlfriend; Tara Carpenter.

you heard the door creaking, you weren't even halfway done cleaning with your room and you still had a few rooms to clean. you were scared, you didn't have a way out.

you decided to hide in the closet, where you always do. you were scared for dear god, you were scared what he will do to you. your tear's streaming down on your face.

you heard a scream, “Y/N!! How come you still didn't clean the house?!” it was filled with anger, your heart is beating fast, you are scared. sweating intensely.

hearing footsteps from the stairs, and through the hallway’s of your bedroom. you prayed to dear god, to not hurt you. “y/n, i know you’re in there.” he say's, opening the door of your bedroom.

you had no way out. you heard him investigating every area.

he opened the closet door, “there you are.” he says, grabbing you from your wrist, tightly. “dad stop please! I'm sorry, I was so carried away—” you didn't have time to speak, he punched you so hard on the face.

that your nose started bleeding, “you really think I'm gonna believe you? you lying son of a fuckin bitch.” you were down on your knees, crying.

The next day

it was a good Monday morning for tara. she was awoken by her sister, sam. she got up from her bed and started making it, then after that she check's her phone if she received a message from you, but sadly she didn't.

it was something off, she chat's you again, asking if you were okay.

· my baby ; hey, are you okay y/n? im worried sick, text me back as soon as you can. hope you're okay mylove! I love you

timeskip at school

“hey guys, have you seen y/n? she hasn't texted me back.” tara said, worried about you. “look's like an overprotective girlfriend is worried about her troublemaker girlfriend.” mindy jokes, tara didn't find her funny, and just glared at her.

“oh there’s y/n!" anika pointed, she ran after her. “she seem's off today, its just not me who thinks she's off today? right?” mindy stated, the others agreed with her. usually, you would hangout with the friend group but this day, you didn't.

you went straight to class, it was unusual for them. you saw anika running towards you, but you decided to walk more faster so she wouldn't catch you.

once you entered inner part of the school, you saw anika not chasing you anymore. you were glad. you had a long oversized hoodie, covering your body and bruises. you went straight to class with the oversized hoodie on you, even tho it was hot as fuck.

after first period, you went to second period. not even bothering to check up on your girlfriend. you were just not in the mood to talk to anyone today. you just wanted peace, and alone time with yourself.

not until second period started, you realized that you and anika were seatmates. you and anika are bestfriends, she worries about you alot.

you sat down to anika, avoiding eye contact with her. “hey y/n, why are you avoiding us?” anika asked, but you didn't answer. anika wasn't really comfortable with your silence, since you were always loud and energetic.

she kept asking you questions but you didn't answer once. second period ended and it was third, you continued to third period with talking to any of your friends or even anyone.

after third, it was lunch break. you didn't have the appetite to eat. so you skipped it, and hid at the rooftop, listening to music peacefully and doing your work.

“y/n didn't talk to me in 2nd period, I don't know why tho, I think something's off about her.” tara looked at anika, “you should go check up on your girlfriend, tar.” liv suggested, but even tara didn't know where you were.

“ill go check up on her at the end of classes.” mindy really thinks tara is a bad girlfriend.

more timeskip

it was time to go home. you didn't go home yet, you were at the rooftop, smoking. it was peaceful, and calming for you. no disturbance.

not until you heard the door open, you put out your cigarette as fast as you can. you saw tara, looking worried sick at you. “y/n, are you okay? you didn't talk to us for the whole day, tell me everything, I'm willing to listen y/n.”

she says, pulling the sleeves of yours “and why are you wearing a jacket it's so—" you quickly took your arm away from her. she saw what she saw, bruises, blood streaming down your arms.

she was in disbelief, “im so sorry tara, i didn't mean to freak you out. I know I'm a bad girlfriend, you can leave me because of my weirdness and my bruises and scars—" she hugged you tightly, “im not gonna leave you y/n. I love you, and that's what matters. can you tell me what happened? it's okay if you're not comfortable.”

you sighed. you needed to tell her the truth, to gain trust. and you did, she was in pure disbelief and shock. she comforted you, and made you more safer.

“i think i should go home, my dad will be mad at me.” you said, but tara didn't let you go. “stay with me for a few days, ill get you help.” those words from tara, was enough to make you tear up.

“dont cry now, baby. stay with me, you'll be more safer.” you didn't care anymore, you wanted to be free with tara.

once tara and you arrived at her house, you were greeted by sam. death staring you, “hey tara, who've you got there?” sam asked, “this is my girlfriend ive been telling you about.” you blushed at her words, she's been talking about you?

“by the way y/n, can you go upstairs. you know my room already.” tara said, she didn't tell sam that you've been sneaking inside their household. “why is there red stuff on her sleeves?” sam was curious. tara explained the whole situation to her.

sam felt bad for you, the two carpenter's will be doing their best getting you help.

after a conversation with sam, tara went up to her room. she saw you, laying down peacefully. “hey let's get you cleaned up, okay?” you nodded, and got up from the bed.

she guides you to her bathroom and sat you down on the sink, she took your hoodie off, and saw all the bruises you had. bruises everywhere, “more bruises down on your legs?” you nodded.

“can i take them off?” she asks for your permission, “go ahead.” she takes of your pants, slowly and lightly. she was shocked with all the bruises that you dad gaved.

“thats alot. let's start with your wrists.” she wiped off all the blood, until there was no more flowing. and rolls the comforting bandage around your arms.

working one by one on the bruises, she stayed up just to get you cleaned.

at the end of the day, it was the two of you lying in bed. “i love you so much, tara.” you said, burying your face onto her neck.

“i always love you more, my love. soon your dad will be in prison.” she reassure's you, and before going to sleep, she kissed you forehead lightly, and kissed you lips passionately.

“tara, what if attempted suicide one day?” you said, out of the blue. it was a suprise, “of course my life will be empty. i cannot live without you. i love you more than everything, if you have a problem, come talk to me okay?” you smiled at her.

she was tired already, “im going to sleep na. im so tired, mahal.”

“goodnight my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend! i love you.”

“goodnight tara, i love you too. sweet dreams.”

“thank you for taking care of me.” you mumbled, “your welcome.

a/n; this is shit

[tragedyslut]

bully abby x nerd reader. LET'S THINK ABOUT IT

♡ shes totally not your type ♡

✶ [a.anderson] ✶

♡ BULLY!ABBYANDERSON X NERDY!FEM!READER ♡

🩷 SUMMARY — you could never like abby. she was nothing but a bully, she's totally not your type. pt2 🪽

there was no way you could ever like Abby. she was so mean. she was in most of your classes, and you couldn't stand her presence. she was everything you weren't. athletic, muscular, tough.

every time she saw you, it was either a nudge, a snicker, or some sort of tease. she couldn't stand you, obviously. you were a nerd, so to speak. you weren't muscular, or tough, or athletic. and you could tell she hated that.

on one specific day, you were hanging around out the back of the school. you just, liked it back there. it was quiet, somewhere you could think.

you thought nobody was there, until you felt someone push you out the way. it was Abby. of course it was.

she pushed you up against the wall, getting really close to you. you were so close you could practically be considered conjoined at the hip, it was definitely not comfortable.

" what the fuck are you doing out here? " Abby growled out, grabbing your shoulders and getting even closer. she smelled like lynx men cologne. the most obnoxious one, which wasn't surprising. (yes she wears lynx men. fight me.)

" .. nothing.. just- walking around. I like coming here to think.. " you mumbled out, intimidated by her being so close.

she scowled, roughly pushing you against the wall. you hit your head, and you felt your vision go black for a minute.

you saw Abbys face turn from pure hatred to fear when she saw you get visibly dizzy.

" fuck- are you okay? I didn't mean to hit you that hard- " she said, visibly panicked as she shook you to get some kind of reaction. she was clearly freaking the hell out, which was new.

" yea.. just.. dizzy. I'll be fine. " you said, staggering a bit. Abby gave you a look that said 'whathefucknoyouarenot' before dragging you over to the bleachers which sat nearby, she sat down with you on one of them. you felt a bit less dizzy, mostly just really confused. why the hell was one of the most popular, (most sexy) , and more importantly, your biggest bully, trying to help you right now?

you were convinced that you were somehow dreaming. that this was all one big joke. you half expected Abby to flykick you off the side of the bleachers about now. but instead, she was sitting there staring. she kept mumbling out 'im sorry' s and 'areyouokay's but you didn't really answer her. seeing her up close, when she wasn't ready to tear your face off and beat you up and down the school.. she was really pretty. you couldn't help but get lost in her. she was so mean.. but also so nice.

your fantasies were interrupted by Abby roughly shaking you. " you gonna answer me? are you okay? still dizzy? " she said, still seeming slightly panicked. you couldn't respond, just staring at her.

" .. do you uhm.. like girls? " you blurted out. maybe you hit your head too hard, or maybe suddenly you had the ego of a 6'2 jock. either way, you had just said that, out loud to her.

the look she gave you could've killed 20 soldiers. she was looking at you like you had grown horns.

" what the hell did you just say to me?! how hard did you hit your fucking head?! " she yelled. you couldn't make out her tone this time over your embarrassment. that also meant you didn't notice her blushing. the way she was stuttering and jumbling your words.

of course she liked girls, I mean look at her. but she wouldn't admit that to anyone. especially not you. you were so.. below her. but yet, you were so attractive to her. your eyes, your hair. everything.

for once, she wanted to blurt out her entire life story to someone. she wanted that person to be you.

so, she swallowed her pride,(quite literally),clearing her throat a few times before she mumbled out a quiet,

" .. yea. uhm.. I do. "

[cupid-styles]

omg ok so blurb idea for ginger ale bc u said u needed inspo

i know u kinda already touched up on this in the main story but what if mias like completely drained from school like its exam season and she has to study but shes also somehow failing classes even tho she studied and is swamped with work but cant get up to do anything bc shes panicking and stuff and idk maybe she pushes him away bc shes freaked out and hes like huh bc she never snaps at him like that bla bla and then some angst and fluff and comfort 😭

im so sorry this wasnt supposed to be that long but inspiration struck😭💀obviously u dont have to write it jus a suggestion

omg LOVE THIS!!!!! here's a little something for you :))

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: angst (all is solved in the end), harry being a dummy, age gap romance (8 years)

based on this one-shot!

masterlist | talk to me

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Harry has never seen Mia so exhausted before.

Granted, they've only been officially dating for a few months, but she's typically a relatively organized student. It's something that he's always admired about her — he can think back to his days in university and immediately remembers scattered deadlines and far too many hungover mornings, resulting in constantly missing classes.

Then again, he's never seen her during finals season, and it's apparent that she's feeling the impact of papers, exams, and one too many late nights spent studying.

Because of the nature of their lives, finding time to spend with one another without work or school is often difficult. It's important to Harry that they actively set aside an evening or two each week that's just for them. No discussion of board meetings, lectures, or any stressors — he likes to keep it simple with a delicious and filling meal, a movie on the TV (whether or not they watch it is a separate factor), and his girl nestled into his side.

But for the first time ever, Mia's texting him to cancel.

Under any other ordinary circumstance, he'd be more understanding. Truly. But it's been almost a week since he's seen her, and he's feeling... well, needy. He misses her! And he knows that distance is good, blah blah blah, but this is their time — and it feels like she's just brushing him off, as if he barely matters.

It's why he ends up calling her on his way home from work with Reese driving smoothly and calmly up in the front. Harry drums his fingers against his knee as he listens to the dial tone, a frown on his lips as he waits for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Relief washes over his chest despite her anxiety-ridden tone. "Hey, I'm heading home from work. Do you want me to have Reese come pick you up?"

She sighs frustratedly, "Harry, I just texted you that I can't come over tonight. I have to study."

"You can't give up a few hours to spend with your boyfriend?" he fires back, an accusatory edge to his voice, "I've barely seen you lately."

"You've been in school before, H, you know how stressful exams season is. I need to do well."

"Mi, you're the smartest person I know, you'll be fine if you take some time away from—"

"I won't be, actually," she suddenly snaps. "I'm already failing one of my most important classes and if I don't get at least a B+ on the final, I'll have to retake it next semester. So no, I can't just slack off for a few hours, I need to study, Harry."

Immediately, he pauses. Mia has never gotten angry with him before, vice versa. And he doesn't think he's being particularly unreasonable — if anything, he feels she is — but he's mature enough to know that nothing's getting solved in this conversation. Not when she's clearly tired and stressed. Instead, he opts for the more caring-boyfriend-approach.

"I didn't know you were failing a course. Why didn't you ask for help?"

"Because you can't solve everything!" Mia exclaims, sending a pang of hurt rattling through his chest. "I need to go, alright? I'll see you soon."

With that, the line goes dead.

. . .

Even when Mia falls asleep on her couch, textbook in her lap and a highlighter between her fingers, she can't believe Harry.

The next morning, when she has a persistent ache in her neck and her back feels like it's broken in two, she knows school isn't the only stressful thing her body's responding to.

She thinks dating an older guy is great. Dating Harry is great. Until moments like this, when he somehow forgets that people — including his girlfriend — need to work to get certain things in life, and that they won't just be given an entire company a month after graduation. She doesn't doubt that he understands that on some level, but from the perspective of a partner — well, she thinks he's being pretty insensitive.

Her fingers twitch at her sides in class as she tries her best to pay attention, wanting nothing more to grab her phone from her bag to see if he's texted her. Midway through the day, though, there's still nothing. She can't believe he still hasn't apologized for how he acted the previous night, and it only makes anger fester in her chest even more.

Finally, by the time she trudges home in the cold (December is nearing, and with that comes miserable gusts of wind and flurries of snow), she's had it with his silent treatment. She's barely through the door when she decides that she'll be the one to break the tension — only, when she kicks her shoes off at the door, she notices that her kitchen and living room lights are on, and she surely turned them off before heading out this morning.

Gripping her phone in her hand, she quietly tip-toes out of the entryway, nervous that there's some sort of... homely intruder eating her snacks or watching TV. Instead, she gasps out in shock, clutching her chest when her eyes fall on none other than Harry.

"What the fuck?!" Mia exclaims, her heart thumping quickly with anxiety. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

She squints her eyes, feeling her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her forehead. "So you call. Or text. Not break into my house!"

"You gave me a spare key, Mia—"

"That's for emergencies!" she shouts, suddenly feeling like the living room is slowly getting smaller and closing in on her.

"But you never would've let me come over—"

"Harry, I was literally about to call you when I walked in the door. I'm still mad at you for last night! And you're only making me angrier by being here!"

Tears well up in her eyes as she spits the words out at him. She never thought she'd be in this position with him — it hurts her to even verbalize her anger.

"Wait," Harry stands from the couch, a furrow in his brows as he crosses his arms over the button-up he likely wore to work today, "You're mad at me?"

Mia stares back at him like he has two heads.

"Yes," she slowly replies. "Do not tell me you're mad at me."

His throat bobs. "Yeah. I am."

"For what?!" her anger festers in her chest all over again, exploding like an overflowing pot of boiling water.

"You— you haven't been around lately. You haven't been spending time with me or treating me like a priority."

She squints her eyes, her fingertips finding her temples as an ache begins to settle at the sides of her head. With a shake of her head, she turns around, stomping back towards the entryway of her apartment.

"You need to go," she decides, not even bothering to shed her jacket off yet, "I can't talk to you right now. You're being incredibly unreasonable."

"So you just want to walk away, then? We're not gonna solve anything, we're just gonna keep ignoring each other?"

"I was never ignoring you! I was waiting for you to apologize to me, only to find out that you think I'm in the wrong!"

Harry scoffs as he follows her down the hallway. "Well, I'm not leaving. I want to fix things. And I'm not going until we do."

"Is your approach to annoy me into apologizing?" Mia snaps.

"No," he mutters with a roll of his eyes, "Maybe we're both just being emotional."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"Do you still want me to go?"

Mia shifts her stance from foot to foot. With a noisy sigh, she shakes her head before mumbling out, "No. Let's just... talk about it."

He nods. There's a silence lulling between them as she stands with her back pressed against the wall, stubbornness apparent as she crosses her arms over her chest. He swallows and rolls his lips into a thin line.

"I'm sorry for coming over unannounced. That was very immature of me and crossing a boundary. I wasn't thinking, I just wanted to see you."

She keeps her eyes on the floor. "I just wish you'd texted or called instead. I waited all day to hear from you."

"I'm sorry," Harry repeats, his sock-clad feet taking a hesitant step closer to her, "It makes me feel stupid, how needy I can get. I know we're both busy with our own lives but I adore you, Mi. And I hate being away from you."

"I hate it, too," she mumbles, her bottom lip slightly pouted. "And you're not stupid for being needy... I just need you to understand that I'm working hard trying to get my education, and I need you to respect when I'm stressed or busy."

"I will. I'll do better."

She glances up to look at him. He looks tired, his eyes sad. With a quiet sigh, she lifts her hand to press her palm against his warm cheek. The prickles of his facial hair serve as a harsh juxtaposition from the soft skin beneath.

"I'm sorry, too. I never want you to feel like I don't care or I don't want to be with you. I just get so overwhelmed."

"I understand," Harry coos, wrapping a hand around her wrist to bring it to his mouth. He presses light kisses into her palm. "I know you care. I have to work on being more secure in our relationship."

Mia hums at his kisses, his gentle nature a welcomed change from their arguing.

"You know, you could always move closer," she murmurs with a smirk. He chuckles.

"Yeah. Or you could always just move in."

She rolls her eyes, "Then I'd really never get any work done."

"Mm, but think about how nice it'd be," he mumbles, slipping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "I'd cook you dinner all the time, bring you snacks and tea while you study... you'd have your own office, of course. We could get a dog or a cat, too. Share a bed every night... you wouldn't have to use travel sizes of all your skincare stuff either, because everything would be there already."

She smiles to herself as she leans her head on his shoulder. The thought is nice. So nice. But they both know it's too early in their relationship, regardless of how deeply they feel for one another. Maybe it's a dream to work up to — a sweet, domestic life together.

"And you know what would be the best part?" she asks, brushing her lips up against the shell of his ear.

"Hm?"

"I'd get to use your heated bathroom floors every day."

[soahbee]

!!BIG UPDATE GIRLSSSS HELP!!😭😭

So I had my exam with him today. To be honest, I didn't sleep much yesterday, bc in the end he didn't reply to my "I'd like to see you during the holidays" message and there was never a time when he didn't answer! I felt so much that with this I just fucked everything that we had built with great difficulty between each other. I tried to avoid interacting with him all day and only looked at him when I entered the room, but I quickly sat down instead, tried to shut out my thoughts and focus only on the exam. I like his class, I like the way he teaches and I want to remain the best. Fortunately, I managed to concentrate and solve everything, so I think I will get a good mark.

However, after the exam, some of my friends still had an exam today, so I planned to go home as soon as possible because I remembered again that R is and I wrote him a stupid message yesterday, to which he did not reply, so I overthought it and thought that it must be unpleasant the situation for him as well.

But after I was on my way out of the class, R suddenly called my name quite loudly and I'll be honest, I was really scared. A few people also looked at us a bit strangely, everyone here likes dramas, you know blah. I went to him with great difficulty and stood in awkward silence by the table and just watched him pack his bag while everyone left the room and there were only two of us left. I tried to determine from his face what he was thinking, but his gaze was so gloomy that I had no good premonitions, so I panicked, and when I panic, I tend to talk nonsense, so I remained silent until finally he looked at me and said:

"I didn't want to ignore your message yesterday, I'm sorry, but I'm primarily your teacher now and I want you to concentrate on your exams."

I didn't know what to say at the time, so whatever came came. I quickly said that there is nothing wrong, I don't know what I was thinking, when I wrote it, it just happened, but forget it and yes, I will concentrate on the exams. After that, R smiled kindly at me and, just imagine, stroked my head and said: "Won't you let me finish?"

After that I almost bit my tongue lol He asked when I would finish all my exams and I told him that there would be one at the end of December and the first week of January. He said that he hopes they will turn out as well as the others and that he can't promise anything, but if he's home between two holidays, then we can talk about what I wrote.

I don't know exactly what this means, but I didn't really understand it then, and maybe even now I'm in a state of shock, so girls, help me, what does this mean?!! Now do you think he would like to meet me? Then I didn't cross the boundaries and he didn't misunderstand???

IDK IM JUST AHHHHH 😭😭

[pinkcannibal]

Can you pls give us a small (or long, I won’t complain) list of small things you think reader finds attractive/sexy about Marilyn, and vice versa. Specific things like, the way reader doesn‘t kill spiders but instead tries to release them into the outdoors. Or the way she licks her lips whenever she’s trying to focus on an assignment. You get my drift? Also sidenote sorry, but which day do you think your new chap of your fic will be released? No pressure, just want to set a mental reminder for myself :)

oh this is actually so soft hi 😭 of course i can im vibrating at a frequency only dogs can hear at this ask do u know what you've done to my brain with this. (and new chapter will be out today! probably around 6pm EST. like im finishing it and editing it now as we speak but wont be able to upload til later in the day <3)

marilyn

- reader loves when marilyn rolls her sleeves up while teaching. like it's such a simple, attractive quirk but she swoons watching marilyn gesture with her hands when she gets really into a topic during class

- same w her glasses fixing quirk. reader finds it so cute and charming <33 esp when she's gardening and they fall down her nose and she has to use her wrist to push them up bc of her gloves

- she adores that marilyn genuinely says goodmorning to her plants. and means it. like this milf waters them in the morning and not as a joke greets them like friends 😭

- finds it so hot when marilyn strap packs. like sorry i haven't added that to my fic yet but trust reader is indeed a slut for it to insane degrees

- reader loves how gentle marilyn is w like. everything. yes she's very dominant and controlling! but also she greets every stray cat on the street and says "oooh big stretch" and reader is like. heart eyes at it. and marilyn genuinely cares for her students and their education and gets so upset if a student of hers is failing or finding the workload hard (esppppp w readers education ofc like its so important to her) and that trait of marilyns is so attractive to reader

- reader lovessss marilyns laugh lines and hands. she is OBSESSED w marilyns hands like she finds them so pretty and attractive how veiny they are, and marilyn used to be self concious abt it but ever since reader first sighed wistfully "i love ur hands sm" marilyns learnt to love them more <3

- if reader thinks abt marilyns muscles for more than 3 seconds she'll fall to her knees. like girl get up!!! but she loves biting them softly during sex and feeling marilyns biceps flex while holding her. who knew this short plant teacher was so jacked. (reader didn't and she's so weak for it now)

reader

- like u said in ur ask its real to me marilyn will literally get so distracted in class if reader bites her lip in concentration while working. sometimes nibbling on the tip of her pen and frowning adorably. marilyn lovessss it

- reader is so attentive and eager to learn abt what plants/potions marilyn makes even if its just them in her dorm. like reader takes notes Seriously as marilyn explains what she's doing and her genuine interest has this woman extremely heart eyes

- reader in a skirt does in fact make marilyn thornhill.exe stop working and I'll die on this hill

- loves that reader can't go to bed or fall asleep without saying "goodnight, I love you" like one time she forgot and woke marilyn up at 3am panicked like "oh god i didn't say i love you" and marilyns just like omg ur so cute.....

- reader does in fact pick up marilyns quirk of saying goodmorning to her plants and the first time she hears reader do it she feels her knees weaken <33

- marilyn loves how easy it is to make reader blush. and adores it when reader will tuck her hair behind her ear bashfully. it's so cute and endearing and such a small quirk but marilyns weak for it

- im trying to make this ask sfw but sorry i failed. marilyn loves that when they're having sex reader always has to be fisting marilyns hair or touching it. like it's canon in my fic reader loves her hair and how silky it is but to marilyn there's something so attractive to her that even when being fucked reader has to touch it <33

- ur so right for the bug thing 😭 reader always gently removes them from marilyns indoor plants and puts them outside. probably names them too. marilyns like "god i love u i'd kill for you. ask me to kill for you <333"

[riftw4lker]

Daybreak 1.2

Y/n sighs, walking towards her spot where the Black Lake is. She looks at Black Lake for a second, surprised. The lake is...frozen? 'Must be because of Dementors...' she thinks as she sits down by the tree and starts on her Divanation homework. The chick gave them homework on the first day. It's not like she didn't see it coming, but it still lowered her mood.

After a while, she hears familiar voices yelling. She snaps her head towards the Black Lake. She sees Tolkien, Nicole, Tweek, Craig, and Clyde? They are skating. On the Black Lake? Tweek is holding onto Craig's hand and yelling, "D-don't let me g-go! I'll fall!!!" Craig just keeps on skating as he also leads Tweek.

Nicole and Tolkien are holding hands as well. Tolkien blushes as he tries to stay calm as possible. Clyde is over there in the corner, crossing his arms at the sight of lovey dovey couples. Isn't he a year or two older? What is he doing with them? Y/n puts her Divination notes back to her bag and starts walking towards Clyde, around the frozen lake.

Clyde notices this, raising an eyebrow but trying his best to smile. Y/n could see why he was a Hufflepuff. "Hey, Donovan, was it?" Clyde nods. "It'd be better if I was called Clyde instead, Scamander." She chuckles. "I see what you're getting at, Clyde. I'm Y/n." Clyde rolls his eyes playfully. "Everyone knows." Y/n nods, perks of being Newt Scamander's daughter.

"So, what's a Hufflepuff like you doing here? I've never seen you around my friend group." Clyde seems surprised at that, "Oh, I'm a friend of Tucker's. As soon as I heard that the Black Lake froze, i asked him if he wanted to come skating with me. Since Bebe was soo busy with her crush." Clyde spits bitterly. "Do you like Stevens?" Y/n asks with a pondering expression as Clyde panicks. "Pff, what? No! Sure, she is pretty, and she is smart, I mean, obviously, since she's a Ravenclaw-"

Y/n cuts Clyde off with a laughter "Okay okay, I get it. You're totally not head over heels for her." Clyde takes in a moment to look at Y/n, noticing how pretty she looks when laughing- Suddenly, he snaps back to reality. "Oh, uh yeah- And then Tucker brought his whole group of friends! So now im fifth wheeling!" Clyde finishes his story of how he ended up with Y/n's group.

"We could, skate? Together?" Clyde's ears goes pink, Y/n can't decide if it's because of the cold or if he's actually blushing and she clears her throat. "As friends, of course, if you'd like." Clyde smiles at her. "Better than fifth-wheeling, I suppose." Clyde stands up as he holds a hand out to Y/n. "Coming?" Y/n looks at her feet. "But I dont have skates?-" Clyde whips out his wand and swishes it, turning Y/n's shoes into a pair of skates. "Cool!" Y/n exclaims.

--- With Kyle's Group---

They were leaving the study hall quite late since Kenny took some time packing his things. "Is that Y/n and Clyde Donovan?" Wendy says in surprise, looking at Black Lake. "Oh, like the super handsome, older Hufflepuff boy that everyone is talking about?" Kyle scoffs as he has a bitter feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Finding other people to use them for their fame, isn't she?"

Kenny turns to Kyle. "Kyle, what? No she's already famous. Wait- Dude, are you jelous~" Stan turns to Kyle as well. "You still believe those rumors? Who even told you that?" Kyle bites at his nails, "a Ravenclaw told me, so it must be true." Wendy sighs. "Just because a Ravenclaw told you something, it doesn't confirm it being real. And also, she is allowed to have friends, you know? She is her own person. Just because you stopped being friends with her, that doesn't mean she should be alone forever." Wendy explains to Kyle.

"Whatever. Let's just get to the dada classroom." Kyle says as he storms off. "Hey, we still have 20 minutes left until class!.." Kenny yells after him, but he's long gone. Stan turns to his group, arms crossed. "There he goes..." Wendy sighs. "They really need to make up, for the sake of Kyle at least." Stan throws an arm around Wendy's shoulder. "He still isn't over Y/n as expected. I-I mean I wouldn't be over you if I lost you too- As a friend!!"

Stan says, trying to cover up the hint he gave Wendy, but that just makes matters worse for him. He accidentally hinted that Kyle had a crush on Y/n and that he had a crush on Wendy. Wendy sighs once again. "Let's just go."

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Taglist: @h3artilly @onaluvstowrite @4xbei77 @lacunaanonymoused

[hoshi-y]

Breathe for me, my Prince.

Characters : Yugi Tsukasa

Genre : Fluff with slight Angst

TW : None

A/N : I accidentally posted the one with the request, im gonna cry 😭😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS, I THINK THEY WANTED UHH TSUKASA HAVING BAD PANICK ATTACKS, Im gonna punch myself if im wrong.. ALSO SORRY IT TOOK SOONG ANON I was very busy 😭😭😭

I hope you enjoy 💗

I..I'm okay don't worry.

Tsukasa has not been himself lately

That go lucky and energetic boy that you've always loved, has become more distracted, paranoid, and anxious

You didn't know what happened to him to be like that, so you asked him but he didn't wanna tell you

So you didn't push him to tell you instead you comforted him

But you should've

He hasn't been answering your calls, texts, and isn't coming to school

Thats it, you were coming to his house afterschool

He can't ignore you now

"Thank you for your purchase~ Have a nice day~" The cashier said as he handed you over a plastic bag.

Before you went to Tsukasa you wanted to treat him a little, by little you wanted to spoil him and to make him feel better

You got to his house and it was a little quiet, you knew his parents and brother weren't home so you used the spare key hid on the wall lamp, his parents technically adore you and showed you where they keep the spare key so you can enter and exit as you please

Taking off your shoes, you adjusted your eyes in the dark home

"Tsu?" You turned on their home lights to let it look more warmer, you went home to his room and knocked on the door "Tsu.. Its me, can I come in?"

Hearing your voice, Tsukasa calmed down a bit as he slowly stood up and slightly opened the door peaking out

Your heart broke as you saw how puffy and red his eyes were. "Tsu.." You gently pushed his door open and went inside closing the door behind you. "Tsukasa.. I am worried about you.. Are you okay? You can tell me anything. Is.. Someone bothering you?"

He didn't speak as he just grabbed y9ur hand led you to his bed sitting down.

"Can.. You just stay with me?" You couldn't say no. Hell why would you even say no? You sat down beside him as he leaned his head on your shoulder

You combed his soft black choppy hair with your hand as he hugged you. "I am sorry I wasn't replying to your text.. or answering your calls." Tsukasa hid his face on your neck

"Hey.. Its alright Tsu.." You cupped his cheeks as you kissed his tears away "I understand, don't force yourself.. Why don't we watch a movie hm?" He nodded as you grabbed his tv remote and turned it on

Both of you ended up watching a sad romance korean drama, you two got to the scene of the main character getting bullied you could feel Tsukasa slightly shake beside you

Pausing the video, you held his hand tightly

He was having a panick attack.

Your blood boiled, someone has been hurting your Tsukasa? If you ever found out who this person is you'd rain hell on them.

"Tsukasa.. Who did it?" You held his face as he let out a few tears, He stayed silent. "Tsukasa. I need to know please.. You can tell me anything.."

"I don't want you to get involved Love.. What if they hurt you too?.."

"Like hell, I'm almost gonna get my black belt from my taekwondo classes who would want to mess with me?" Tsukasa dug his face on your warm embrace as you patiently waited for him to talk.

"It.. It was a couple of 2nd years.. Class 2-C.. One of them had brown slicked back hair.. And the other h-had.. Black hair with red streaks.." He stuttered, just describing their appearance to you made him feel weak. He hated it.

You comforted and stayed with him for the whole week.

School? Nahh you didn't care avout that right now

When you did come back, you went to have a talk with your seniors

By talk I think you guys know what I mean

You landed one of them with a broken nose, and one with an almost broken arm

You got suspended for a week

It was worth it. Although you got suspended, you got those 2 idiots expelled with their wrong doings.

You didn't care about the suspension, now you have a week to be with Tsukasa

[chihirolovebot]

red velvet and oolong.

feat. tsumugi shirogane/reader

synopsis. your first date with tsumugi shirogane, the girl in your class you've been crushing on for months.

content. pure fluff, zero angst look at me go, gender neutral reader, pseudo-confessions, non killing game au, college au, first date, food/eating mention, cats, dubious genshin lore.

words. 2019

notes. for nex!! u absolute gem. i really hope u like this :*

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You’re going to be late.

The train to central street notoriously waits for nobody—you’re going to have to run to the station, at this point. You wanted to be gone seven and a half minutes ago, but you’re still here, in your room, panicking over which pair of shoes to wear.

The flats would be comfier, but the sneakers go better with your jeans…

Cursing, you fling both aside and drag out a safe alternative, a worn pair of combats, snatch up your coat and head for the door. As you hurry down the road to the station, you pull out your phone and check your missed notifications.

There—at the top—is one that makes your heart lurch. 

Shirogane <3

>> hello !!! just checking we’re still on for today (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

>> im getting there for around 1:30… that’s alright, isn’t it?

Quickly, you fire off a reply confirming both your appearance and the time. You almost can’t believe it—you’re actually going on a date with Shirogane. Today. Now, if whatever gods are watching allow it. The girl in your textiles design course you’ve been crushing on for the better part of a year, the one who takes a seat diligently at the back of class but is always the first to raise her hand when the topic interests her. The one who unabashedly uses the practical time to craft the most intricate cosplays you’ve ever seen, and should someone inquire about them, will engage them in conversations often topping half an hour. You sit on the other side of the class, watching the light sparkle off her glasses, the pretty flush on the apples of her cheeks, her curtain of ink-dark hair sway as she rambles about some manga you’ve never heard of. 

Once, you’d passed her as she was carefully applying a row of train-track stitches with white thread down the side of some sort of cream-coloured waistcoat, shaded with midnight blue and gold accents. You’d only questioned the method, watching her pale, polished fingers work so steadfastly, and you’d somehow gotten roped into help sew the other side for practice whilst she told you all about the character.

“So you see,” Shirogane babbled as she sewed, “because he doesn’t like to show his face in public so much, many people get the idea that he’s a little boring or even just some kind of figurehead. But, if you really look into the lore, you’ll know that he shouldn’t be underestimated—after all, it was him that managed to stabilise the Yashiro Commission and Kamisato Clan, and he couldn’t have done that without a certain degree of cunning, you know?”

You hadn’t believed in love at first sight until that day, really. 

The things you love about Shirogane are the things a majority of the student body seems to find strange or off-putting. Her exuberance, her passion, the way she can talk for hours about something you’ve never heard of without making it seem boring. Sometimes, when you feel lazy, you leave your own coursework untouched and occupy yourself twirling little braids in her long, shiny hair as she rambles to you. 

It’s good. It’s nice.

You were sort of content to keep it as a weirdly touchy friendship—Shirogane is passionate in everything, and it was almost impossible to discern whether her feelings towards you were platonic or not. But the other week, when you’d been sharing lunch under one of the apple blossom trees on the college grounds, she’d been delicately picking at a sandwich. She was doing that thing where she tore chunks off the bread and popped them in her mouth instead of taking bites. One swallow left her with a smear of sauce on the corner of her mouth, and without thinking you’d reached out to wipe it away. Your thumb made the faintest graze over her lower lip as you did, and you watched, frozen, as Shirogane’s whole face darkened with a spectacular blush. 

For once, she stopped talking. You missed the song of her voice immediately, but it seemed she did, indeed, have an off-switch. Your hand on her face.

You asked her out the next day. She agreed. And now here you are, trying to will yourself not to sweat as you hurry off your train into the central city. It’s not too busy, thankfully, and you manage to clamber off and out of the city station with around fifteen minutes to spare. You take a moment to readjust your clothes, press a hand to your cheek and nervously pop another mint before setting off in your intended direction. 

You’re nervous. Man, it’s been a while since you got nervous like this. Shirogane is just so… well, you haven’t wanted something to go right this badly for a while, to put it lightly. Maybe it’s just ‘cause you’re in the same class, and a disaster of a date would make it extremely awkward.

Then again. Maybe it’s the delighted gleam in her dark eyes when she realises you’re listening to her. Maybe it’s the liquid lightning that zips directly to your brain when your fingers brush, hers cool and soft and smelling like the cinnamon-scented moisturiser she uses. Maybe it’s the little squeak she lets out when you greet her with a hug from behind, the way she buries her face in your neck in embarrassment. 

Maybe it’s just her.

She’s waiting at the fountain in the middle of the city square, fiddling with her phone. It’s a bulky thing, its sky-blue case studded with keyrings and stickers and gems, cutesy between her nails. They’re painted, you realise with a throb of affection. Candy-pink. You’ve seen her bite them in school a lot, so there isn’t much to paint, but you think it’s so sweet that she tried. As you approach, she spots you suddenly, flusters, and makes a show of clambering to her feet, tucking her hair behind her ear awkwardly.

She looks so pretty that it almost stops your heart in your chest. You’ve always thought she was cute, no matter how she protested or insisted on how plain-looking she was, but here in the soft noon light, she’s almost unreal. A soft blue sweater adorned with white clouds drapes itself over her shoulders, falls over a white skirt that hangs to her ankles. Her hair is pinned back from her face for once with white hairclips. The coordination floors you, although really it shouldn’t. What else would you expect from someone who puts as much love and care into their clothes as Shirogane?

“Hey,” you greet her breathlessly as you finally get close enough to be within earshot. She jumps.

“Hello!” she squeaks. “Hi! Um, you look lovely.”

“Ah, thanks.” You pick at your outfit consciously. Are your ears burning? “You, erm… you haven’t been waiting long, have you?”

Shirogane gives an airy laugh. “Well, no, not really. Um. To tell you the truth, I’ve been here since around twelve. I really didn’t want to be late. It’s fine!” she hastens to add, seeing your stricken expression. “I had time to wander around some bookstores, see?” She holds up a plastic bag bulging with volumes. “So it’s—it’s really no trouble.”

“If you’re sure…” You bite your lip. “So—are you hungry?”

Shirogane beams; it lights up her whole face. “Oh, starving!” 

Relief breaks over you as Shirogane loops her arm through yours, as the two of you begin to walk. Why did you think this would be any different from school? It’s Shirogane. She’s Shirogane there and Shirogane here. She still pushes her glasses up when she talks. She still smells like cinnamon and plastic. She still smiles at you all the same. 

When you arrive at your destination, you carefully watch as her eyes glaze over in amazement. She looks from the place, to you for confirmation, and then back again, head shaking wildly. “Oh,” she says, hushed, awed. “Oh, is this…”

You squeeze her arm. “I thought you might like it.”

She turns wide, dark eyes to you, glimmering with the delight of a thousand stars. “A cat cafe?!”

You laugh and lead her inside. She steps over the floorboards like it’s holy ground, eyes round as coins and reverent as she peers around, awestruck. The host checks your name and leads you to a booth by the window; the seats are cushy, candy-pink, and just to your left is a scratching pole occupied by a fat ginger kitten. 

Shirogane sinks into her chair, hands clasped. She can’t stop looking around. 

“Is it okay?” you dare to ask, hesitant to break the spell but starting to get a little unnerved by the silence. Abruptly, Shirogane turns her stunned gaze to you, face breaking out in a sunlit smile. 

She reaches across the varnished-wood table and clasps your hands. “It’s wonderful. It’s just wonderful. I’ve always wanted to come somewhere like this, but I plain forget to make bookings…” She looks at you, touched. “Thank you. It’s… lovely. It’s so lovely.”

You can feel your face beginning to burn; her fingers feel so hot against yours. You’re thankful as a waiter brings over complimentary glasses of water, gulping your share down quickly. The glasses are frosted with cute little cat faces picked out. 

The whole place is almost overwhelmingly cute, actually. Lace doilies act as placemats, and the menus are studded with stylistic kittens with eyes round as coins and pink button noses. Plastic vines and strawberry-shaped fairylights string the ceiling and dangle over you. And—

A soft black cat at your feet stretches and leaps nimbly, landing heavily in Shirogane’s lap. She looks like she’s about to cry.

The waiter laughs as she wanders back over to take your orders. “That’s Jiji,” she tells the dark-haired girl, who is stretching out a shaky hand to stroke over the cat’s soft back. It twitches, curls up against her stomach and appears to go to sleep. “She’s very friendly, but really sleepy, too. Can I get you guys something to drink to start?”

With one last fond look at Shirogane and Blair, you order a red velvet latte; waveringly, Shirogane orders oolong tea. When the waiter leaves again, Shirogane looks up at you slowly.

“This is,” she begins, hushed. “This is the best day ever.”

Something warm and full bubbles in your chest, like a flower giving bloom in spring. “It’s barely even started yet, Shirogane.”

“I don’t care,” she insists, legs kicking at the booth chair as though in example of her obstinacy. “Oh, I plain don’t care. Nothing could ruin it. I—I mean, this place, and Jiji, and you…” She trails off, going pink, but bravely doesn’t break eye contact. You feel like you’re melting. “It’s just perfect. It’s—it’s everything I ever wanted. I thought you’d be plain sick of me, by now…”

Her free hand—the one that isn’t occupied stroking Jiji—drums anxiously on the table. You don’t think, really, because if you think about it for too long you’ll get cold feet. You just move; your fingers thread themselves through hers, conscious of how much rougher they seem. Shirogane stares down at your interlocked hands, mouth agape, eyes perfect circles.

You clear your throat, face burning. “I don’t,” you start, then swallow. “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone but you. I’m… God, I don’t think I could ever get sick of you, Shirogane.”

Her lip wobbles. “Oh,” she cheeps out, a little bit like a baby bird. “Oh, I… I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of you either.”

And that—that feels like a confession, of sorts. Shirogane is blushing like it was one, and your face is certainly on fire, and your hand is still holding hers, after all. When the waiter comes back with your drinks, you see that the foam on yours has been powdered with a decorative cinnamon heart. Shirogane only goes redder when she sees it, quickly bringing her steaming tea to her mouth and taking a generous gulp.

You can’t help but wonder, in some far-flung part of your mind, if she’d taste like oolong if you kissed her. 

[yuzurins]

lending an eraser during an exam

— mini scenarios / headcanons / x gn!reader

— pretty setter squad 1/3 - oikawa, semi, kenma, kageyama (im not doing 3 parts its a loona reference)

— oikawa tooru

↝ he would be the one borrowing yours because he would definitely make a fuss over this

↝ sits behind you, starts poking your shoulder not so subtly in an attempt to catch your attention

↝ its a miracle how the teacher doesnt catch him tbh

↝ you turn around and scowl at him as to ask him what he wants

↝ he starts mouthing the words "i need. to borrow. your eraser."

↝ but you can't read lips so you have no idea what he's trying to ask and assume that he wants an answer to a question

↝ you lower your hand beside your chair and wave him off so that the teacher won't see

↝ but he doesn't stop !!! even as you express clearly that you have no idea what in the world he's trying to convey

↝ then he starts making naruto signs as if you guys had some sort of secret language or code

↝ the teacher starts suspecting something but he stops before she can approach , giving you the signal to pretend to put your sweater on so she doesn't think you're looking behind you to see oikawa's answers

↝ when the teacher leaves the room, you turn back around and whisper shout at him: "tooru, what do you want from me ??"

↝ he pouts at you and starts making an eraser motion (because he's embarrassed lolol)

↝ you roll your eyes and sigh at him for making everything so complicated

↝ finally toss him your eraser but realize that you only have 20 minutes left and start panicking

↝ the first thing you do when you see him during lunch break is to give him a good smack on the arm

↝ "tooru, if i fail this exam and don't make it into XX university, it is all your fault for not bringing your own damn eraser to the written exams!"

— semi eita

↝ you would be borrowing an eraser from him bc you were too tired from cramming all night

↝ you sit beside him in the back of the class

↝ you don't know how to get his attention because this man is dead serious about passing this exam since he was the edge of failing the entire semester

↝ you try calling out to him oikawa style , but obviously he doesn't notice because his eyes are glued to his paper

↝ it doesn't work so you rip a corner of your exam paper to write "ERASER!!!" on it and throw it at him

↝ but he still doesn't notice because the paper was too small to make a significant impact LOL

↝ you look over at the teacher to see her typing away on her laptop and make a ballsy move

↝ you reach your hand over and tap him on the shoulder but as expected, he doesn't notice because you were trying to be discrete

↝ sighing to yourself , you reach down and grab his thigh as a last resort (but you know he is gonna notice this so smirk smirk)

↝ he flinches, turns around to finally look at you and is about to make a mean retort until he realizes that the entire class is taking an exam right now

↝ you could see his face getting flushed with red and you smile bashfully

↝ but unfortunately you are too desperate for an eraser and don't have time to be flirting with semi so you take your hand off and mouth that you need an eraser

↝ it took a little bit over 5 minutes but he finally gave you the eraser !!

↝ you wink at him as to say thank you and he frowns in return for flustering him

↝ he does question you after the exam but you don't give him a direct answer

↝ he still brings it up every once in a while to try and embarrass you but you play along with it and in the end he's always the one turning red instead

— kozume kenma

↝ no you're borrowing his eraser again because kuroo makes sure that kenma is prepared every time :((((((((((((((

↝ you sit beside each other near the front so it's hard to ask him without catching the teacher's attention

↝ you kinda just take glances at him every now and then to see if he's coincidentally looking in your direction at the same time

↝ it fails tho and you just move on to other questions in the meantime

↝ but you keep on making mistakes so you're left with no choice but to pester kenma

↝ you bring your hand up and pretend to rest your head in your palm but you're really just staring at kenma

↝ literally burn a hole in the side of his head and he finally notices you !!!!

↝ you widen your eyes a tiny bit and mouth the following syllables: "e-ra-ser"

↝ he understands almost immediately and tosses his eraser over

↝ but he throws it with a little too much force and it topples over the edge of the desk before you're able to catch it

↝ snickers at your dismay but stops almost immediately as the teacher sends glare over

↝ you embarrassingly have to get out of your chair and pick up your eraser, bowing to the teacher as you do so

↝ worst of all, the chair screeched and the entire class looked over at you while kenma almost chokes as he tries to hold back his laughter

— kageyama tobio

↝ sorry oikawa's the only one who will be borrowing your eraser kekeke

↝ tobio-kun is very pissy about the exams because he does not want to fail this as it means that he wouldn't be able to participate in volleyball activities (kinda canon tbh)

↝ he sits diagonal to you (the desk on the left of the person in front of you) and luckily the teacher in this class isn't as strict as the others

↝ you try whispering his name and he hears you clearly the first time, but doesn't respond because he just thinks that you want his answers or you want to disturb him for fun

↝ though after the fifth attempt he turns around and gives you a death stare to which you shudder in response

↝ you look at him with the most innocent eyes you could manage and mouth that you need an eraser while doing an erasing motion with your right hand

↝ he rolls his eyes and mouths back: "just use the one on the back of your pencil!" before turning back around to finish his exam

↝ his annoyed demeanor is lowkey contagious because you start getting irritated from how he won't just spare you his eraser since he has multiple!!!!!

↝ you reached into your desk trying to be as silent as possible to try and grab your notebook so you can rip a fat paper and throw it at that blueberry

↝ you scribble the words on to threaten him: "JUST GIVE ME YOUR FRICKIN ERASER AND NO ONE GETS HURT TOBIHOE." and throw it at him (with force btw<33)

↝ winces at the impact and rubs the back of his head

↝ gives you another nasty glare when he reluctantly turns around to pick up the paper

↝ you frown back at him because time was ticking and you needed that eraser!!! badly !!!! (n he was the only friend you had that sat close to you)

↝ literally done with your shit so he grabs his eraser and throws it at your forehead to spite you

↝ giggles when the eraser bounces off your head and when you grimace in pain

↝ you have to get up and pick up the eraser .... but this time your chair doesn't screech so it's fine!! except for the fact that tobio would not stop teasing you

↝ starts bickering with you RIGHT after he hands in his exam, the two of you not even left the classroom yet

(undercase yelling bc caps are so aggressive help)

"how dumb do you have to be to literally forget to bring your eraser. it's one of the two things that you have to bring to school, but you can't even manage to do that???"

"shut the fuck up tobihoe! at least i don't always have to take makeup exams because i don't fail every single time!"

"oh no you did not just go there. stop acting like you're smarter than me when you barely pass either! you just get lucky, and don't think that i don't see you spinning your pencil around to see what answer to put!"

"well it wasn't like i wanted to use your shitty eraser in the first place! i had no choice because you were the closest one to me!"

"stop fuckin insulting my eraser when i literally saved your exams! you literally broke my concentration and i couldn't focus the entire time after!"

"you're saying that as if you actually were concentrating in the first place."

↝ then it gets physical. LMFAOOOOO

↝ people have to drag you apart bc it gets that bad 😭😭

↝ then you guys get punished by the teacher and have to sit outside the cafeteria on your knees

↝ you both reluctantly apologize to each other when hinata scolds you (the order was decided by rock paper scissors ,,, which you won btw)

"i'm sorry for being an asshole because i was scared that i was going to miss out on a volleyball training camp. it was wrong of me to get mad because my friend desperately wanted to borrow an eraser since they're dumb and make endless mistakes."

"HAHAHAHA TOBIO SOUNDS LIKE A ROBOT HEAJKHFDJK"

↝ hinata smacks you on the head with a rolled up notebook

"stop it y/n, it's your turn now!"

↝ you frown and sigh, whereas tobio sneers at you

"fine. i'm sorry for forgetting my eraser why do i even have to apologize for this and bothering you in the middle of an important exam. i shouldn't have made such a big fuss about the eraser and respected your feelings when you refused the first time. even though you had multiple erasers for no reason at all and it wouldn't hurt for you to just obediently toss me aN ERASER FROM THE START—“

↝ you get a flick on the side of your head from the blueberry boy beside you and you scowl at him in return

↝ lesson learned: never bother tobihoe when volleyball is on the line.

[mcondance]

I just had this dream where a few others and I were sent to my old middle school to experience how it had changed (keep in mind that I am now grown). It felt strange, almost like a reunion! 😅 When we arrived, I saw all the students, my old teachers, and even sat in class and watched movies. I even got to play in the gym. However, there was this girl I didn't like in middle school, and she so happened to be there too.

She was annoying and a bully, and for some reason, she ended up throwing up in class. All I could do was move away from her 😭 It felt like she was following me throughout the entire dream.

(I can't remember all the details of the dream but these were the craziest parts.)

As it started getting late, we were instructed to go to our rooms. However, instead of a middle school, it had more of a college dorm vibe. I made my way to the room assigned to me and began searching and scanning the room out of curiosity. I wanted to make sure it was safe to sleep in and if it looked cute. I even checked the closet to make sure there weren't any holes in the wall,cause I felt paranoid for some reason that some pervert might be living up there.

but then I opened the closet expecting it and didn’t find nothing but clothes, for some reason the whole entire dream vibe started to feel like college.

so I grabbed some of the clothes I think it was a mini skirt with belts,this open top that was revealing and the girls was def out 😋

and this other piece where it kinda looks like a bathing suit top ,but wasn’t and you can tie it but I left it open So after I put on my shoes I started

leaving my dorm.and I was getting mad stares and comments

I left the campus and when I was walking these old ass men were talking to me and omg I passed this family in the sun playing volley ball and they kept staring at me.and I started to feel ashamed.

The moms was looking in disgust,the girls was saying shit like

“hers looks like mine”. Like girl what ?!!😭 and the boys was snickering and shit.

the dads was staring so I panicked and tried to hurry,

but bruh guess what ?

The ball hits my back and head

I was sooo embarrassed ,the guy next to me that threw it was telling the other guy In front of me to “throw it back”

(And one thing about my dreams is whenever I’m trying to escape,my dream makes it purposely harder)

tell me why out of no where In my dream

….as I’m trying to escape.suddenly I saw train track barriers and I was hopping over them then I woke up. 🤡

~🧛🏾‍♀️vamp-non

THIS WAS A WILD ASS RUDE IM FUCKJNG CRYDJDNSH

[babydinojojo]

Day 3/ Entry 3

Okay... maybe I've gotten way too mad at myself last night. I can't really sleep right now so i guess Imma write in here for a bit and then i'm gonna go back to sleep.

Okay forget what i said about the google doc, I will try my absolute best to remember to tell her shit alright, she still loves you Jordan you just need to let go sometimes yk. Okay anyway the Class 700 came out for Train Sim World 3 today so Im gonna be checking that out today. I wonder what skin i should Make for minecraft cause i need something completely original and no i don't wanna use AI cause that's gonna be the death of us Istfg, I don't know it's just i get a mega bad feeling even when i see AI chatbots and shit like they just make me scared for some reason and the fact that its ramping up faster and faster everyday makes me worry about the future... I DON'T WANNA DIE BY A ROBOT, I JUST WANNA LIVE A FULL LIFE AND SEE MY GF KRISY AND HAVE A LIFE WITH HER, NOT JUST DIE BY SOME DAMN ROBOT. Anyway tho I have an off day today surprsingly oh wait i forgot that i didnt have work today and i thought i overslept ;-; bruh, I keep forgetting shit. Which brings me to my next topic

I think i finally might know why i keep forgetting things, I just got way too much going on in the background to remember, I have a short attention span so it's probably because work is making me do more and more shit. Except the past two work days, where we did ABSOLUTELY nothing after my lunch break. That's time where I could have been texting Krisy and spending time with her, but its whatever tho. Oh yea funny story tho from Yesterday lol, Soooo i was on an R62A 6 Train right, and i was riding the City Hall Loop and everything went all and according to plan until we skipped the Fucking Uptown Platform, it went non-stop and i was lowkey panicking cause yea i thought i was on an Out of Service dehead, thankfully we stopped at Canal street, Yea im not gonna be doing the loop after that, speaking of the 6 Train, them R62As are extremely underrated as fuck, for trains that started on the 6 as Single units and then ended up on the 7 and then came back in 2015-2016, they are pretty fast and underrated for a local train.

While we are on the topic of my gf, I think i found some places I would like to show her around

-Brooklyn Bridge Park/Pier

-Barnes and Nobles in Downtown Brooklyn

-Ride around the City Hall Loop and show her the Abandoned City Hall Station which looks absolutely amazing to this day

-Dave and Busters TSQ/Gateway Mall

-Queens Center Mall

Okay yea that's a good list and a good start

Speaking of last night, like I said before i got way WAY too mad at myself last night. Damn.. I never realized how hard I am on myself especially for her. Okay I realize that i need to sometimes let things go, I can't be to hard on myself cause thats gonna end up destroying my confidence and make me start self harming, hasnt happened yet but still, i just gotta breath and chill the fuck out.

On a side note tho, im not sure why but for some reason i have a massive pet peeve when someone uses "Ok" or "K" or "Mk" instead of just saying "Okay" or "Alright. I don't know its just "Ok" or "K" Just seem way more cold and distant, and no in my opinion are not the goddamn same as "Okay"/"Alr"/"Kay"/"M'kay" Its just fucking not the same, like bro next person who "Ok" or "K" me im gonna end up getting pissed at them. Okay fine i'll admit i had way too many people, and no before you ask Krisy is not apart of those people, but still too many people try to pull that dry shit and it always send the goddamn wrong message cause i end up thinking something is the goddamn matter with them, like i said "Ok" and "K" are NOT the same as "Okay" and "Kay" or "Alright"/"Alr"

Well that's all i got for now, lets see where the day takes us shall we

[whodafukisu]

𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ➪𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕. - 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃. - 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐋.

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:Even after a year without their beloved s/o, they still cant get over their love for them, so what happens when surprise comes out of the pop up box

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Twisted Wonderland

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lilia V. x gn!reader / Cater D. x gn!reader / Floyd L. x gn!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff and Angst

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

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Lilia is an old man, and through his whole life he's never been close to anyone the way he is to you, at least romantically, it was as if you're soulmates, but then again 'was'.

Lilia was on a stroll in the middle of the night, despite you returning to your own world happened about a year ago, he can't seem to let you go. He couldn't sleep at all, when he closes his eyes all he sees is you, oh so beautiful you.

He hummed with his eyes closed as he walked and walked through the woods near the Ramshackle dorm, he reminisced the time when there was two of you walking together, peacefully or laughing. He kept thinking of those times where he stayed silent as you spoke about how your day went, what kind of trouble did the Adeuce went through, the way you laugh, the way your face lit up when you see the fireflies that flew around, he missed it all.

He didn't even know when he stopped walking and humming and started crying, but he let it all out, the year without you caught up to him, a year without hearing your voice, a year without scaring you by popping up everywhere, a year without seeing you, a whole year.

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, his high senses didn't pick up the slight rustle of the leaves.

"Lilia?"

The figure came close to him and hugged him tight.

"y/n.....no....."

He leaned his forhead on the persons shoulder and hugged them back despite still not knowing who it was.

"oh, my love, im sorry"

As the figure said that, Lilia's crying slowed down as he pushed the oerson slightly away from him.

"who...."

He stopped once he got a clear look of the persons face.

"y/n, oh my, y/n, darling, you're here, this isn't a dream"

"no, it's not, I'm here my love"

Cater isn't exactly an addict when it's come to magicam, he's just happier to share everything he feel and experiences to the internet and it's always been like that. Well, that was before you came crashing the ceremony, and then started talking to him.

Everything was perfect between the two of you, but then you went back to your own world and he was left behind.

And now Cater is in his last year in NRC and yet he still misses you, you were, no, you 𝗮𝗿𝗲 one of the most important people in his life, you were his everything.

When you left it didn't take long for him to go back to his old habits, but worse. Riddle is worried for him, his failing in classes and not even his collar work anymore, Cater just doesn't care anymore.

While Cater was sitting in the garden just finished paintng the white roses red, a notification came from his phone, it was from an unknown number and it said "miss me?" weirded out he wrote back.

"who are you?"

"come and find out, i'm in your room"

And with that one message he sprinted towards his room, panicked.

"WHO AREEEeeee......you.." he yelled but slowly lowered his voice as he realized who it was.

"well? Missed me?" y/n said.

Ever since you left a few months ago Floyd's has been sour, not playful at all and worse of a he actually does his job.

Azul and Jade used to pester him about doing his job, but now they really would like it better if he didn't do his job and instead do anything else.

Today was a rather busy day, as they were finishing up with their last few customers.

He was the one assigned to close up for the day so je was the last one, he washed the remaining dishes, he wiped the tables and now he was sweeping the floor.

It was comfortably silent in the room, he sweep and sweep as he thought about the times he had with you.

One of his favorite memories of both of you consists of both of you just laying around as you tried to get him to calm, he just spat out profanities and that memories always made him laugh, he remembered how you wrapped your whole limbs around him trying to gold him back from beating up the student causing trouble, he remembered how he easily lifted you up about to head out until your head hit the door frame, did he stop and caressed your head rubbing it carefully as he apologized.

He was sweeping the floor behind the counter as he heard someone approach.

"i'm sorry but we are closed" he didnt bother looking up.

"oh, that's a bummer i was hoping for a dinner date tonight" the person's familiar voice was enough to make him stop and look up.

"y/n?"

"what happened to shrimpy?"

And that was it, the breaking, he jumped over the counter and jumped in your embrace kissing you softly as he protected your head from the fall.

"Shrimpy....you're back" he said as he squeezed you.

[eoharu]

i finally watch every single thing auoad promo where yihyun & lomon appear and i conclude something for my personal note;

- lomon's smile seriously so pretty and i know im weak over guy who has pretty nice smile on top of that he smiles and laughs so easily so this settle it welcome lomon to my fav boy list

- lomon's confession about his 17 takes of namhyeok kiss scene make him understand why actor takes romance project and also added it's his fav scene while smiling so sheepishly!! why he's so simple and pure and naive and cuteㅡ

- yihyun confession the kiss scene take a lot of ngs was because she can't find lomon's lips because her eyes closed haha i love how she said it so nonchalantly she's indeed so chic

- thank you lomon for saying that beside suhyeok's granma, namra comes after! thank you for saying suhyeok love for namra is one of important thing to suhyeok character because yeah it is

- yihyun is so competitive and funny and adorable and sulks so easily but also so bubbly everytime they chant "i love you" while gritting her teeth while lomon panicking that's so funny overall i love her she's also very welcome to my fav girl list

- yihyun who usually being the maknae but become auntie / hyung in the set because there are many other young actors haha she's a baby auntie! but also it shows how she leads everyone and doing good at it she especially take care jihu so well i love how sulky she is when jihu chose chanyoung instead her for survival partner

- i love how yihyun personally think that lomon & suhyeok is the most in-sync amongst the other especially in term of leadership! lomon also think & act similarly to suhyeok and i conclude they're 99% alike the only difference is lomon ain't ex-bully and he's just a cinnamon roll who goes blank so easily haha

- yihyun and namra personality so different also so similar?? she's like a class president herself in term of leadership & taking care others she's also cool and chic and very competitive like namra but she's very expressive unlike her chara and also make cute expression all the time without she even realize she's also a cinnamon roll but an aggressive one i should say, in a good way

- namra slaps nayeon scene done in one take! considering yihyun never slaps anyone before and the one she slapped is her senior the way she didn't hesitate so it could be done in one take and successfully in doing so she delivers good scene so professionally i stan

- when lomon said yes they use real props and director said no that's fake his shocked & disbelief expression!! haha he's so effortlessly funny

- lomon being sorry for other zombie actors because all he did were punched and kicked them lolol

- whenever lomon goes blank and yihyun explaining things to him so he could try again more confidently that's so dhjdhjsd best partner indeed

- director teasing yihyun & lomon while jihu & chanyoung fighting zombies in cafeteria namhyeok are having date in hallway and yihyun busy denying that's not a date!!! just talk to each other!!! and director goes like 'yeah you two guys are talking while flirting and that's a date i make it so im the one who directed it'

- overall namhyeok are my fav characters for reason because yihyun & lomon vibes are to my liking as well

- in conclusion i need them to star in another youth romance project as lead, or yeah give me auoad season 2 with them as central

[voiceless-terror]

I am so completely enamored with Danny as jons ex and I would be forever in your debt if you finished that

i wasn't expecting people to like this idea so much, its definitely one of my weirder ones xD since im not sure when i'll get around to actually finishing it (if ever) you can have a very rough chunk of it instead. you'll have to forgive any mistakes, im not up to editing it.

In a surprising show of athleticism, Jon ducks under Sasha’s chair before the specter of his past manages to see him.

Sasha swears at the action, backing up in her chair and peering down at Jon in bafflement. “What on Earth are you doing, Jon?”

Instead of answering her question, he backs up even further, tucking his feet out of sight. He thinks Sasha’s umbrella must be under here, and judging from the sharp point currently jabbing at his thigh, he probably broke it. “Is he still there?” he hisses, tilting his head to avoid bashing it into the desk.

“Who?”

“That- that man!”

A pause. “Tall, dark and handsome?”

Jon’s turn to pause. “I suppose you might call him that,” he replies stiffly. And it’s true. The man, from Jon’s brief, panicked glimpses, is at least six foot, with thick, dark hair and a bright grin.

And he looks exactly like Jon’s ex, Danny Stoker.

He’d done an almost comical double-take after a cursory glance; at first he’d thought Danny was the new hire, but this man was more angular, like a sharper, leaner version of his ex. So no, it couldn’t be him.

That didn’t stop him from diving under the nearest object, ergo Sasha’s desk. Not the wisest of decisions, considering his throbbing side, but he’s never been known for grace under pressure.

He’s not exactly sure why this fight or flight mode’s been activated- he and Danny had parted on fairly good terms, each recognizing that although they cared about the other, they simply weren’t compatible in the long term. They’d dated for a little over six months when Jon was a freshman, and he’d fallen hard.

Danny had been his first real relationship, and Jon was shocked that someone like him even looked his way. Impossibly handsome, incredibly fit, desired and envied in equal measure, and he dated scrawny, shy, insecure Jonathan Sims; the rumor mill went wild. They’d met at a party, and not even a good one. In a brief moment of liquid courage, Jon managed to insert himself into a group and fit in one snarky joke that sent Danny into stitches, the rest of the partygoers following his lead. For one second, Jon felt like he truly fit in, like he was someone worth knowing.

Danny had a way of making someone feel special. Big, romantic gestures, surprising him after class, taking him on little expeditions beyond campus. Jon didn’t drive, still doesn’t, and Danny wanted to show him the world outside of their privileged little campus.

But, like all of Jon’s relationships, it came to an end. Jon wasn’t ready for such overwhelming affection (didn’t think he deserved it, quite frankly), and Danny needed someone who could handle his fast-paced lifestyle. Jon was not that man. They broke up amicably, even if Jon shed a few tears in private, saw each other on campus a few times. Danny tried to reach out more than once, just as friends, but Jon’s never been able to handle more than one relationship at a time, and by then he’d met Georgie.

But now it seems the past is unavoidable, and standing near the circulation desk. Well, now walking in his direction, if the steady footsteps were any indication. Jon’s heart begins to hammer in his chest as it hits him that he is, in fact, hiding under a desk because a man who sort of looks like his ex is in his general vicinity. Coward.

“‘Lo!” God, even the voice is similar, if not as deep. “Tim Stoker. Reporting for duty.”

Stoker. Tim Stoker. Jon startles, slamming his head against the desk with a yelp.

Somewhere in his spiraling thoughts and throbbing head he remembers- Danny had a brother. An older brother that he adored. This must be the famous Tim- Danny made him out to be a saint, and though Jon never met him, he felt some fondness via Danny’s descriptions. But Tim’s going to have no fondness for him, especially considering Jon’s current position, hiding in pain under his coworkers desk.

“Pleased to meet you!” Sasha chirps, very clearly amused by the situation. “I’m Sasha James. And this-” she tugs at one of Jon’s legs, dragging him a few inches into sight. Jon buries his head in his hands and wishes he were invisible. “-is Jonathan Sims. We’ll be training you.”

“Excellent.” Tim’s voice holds the same good humor Danny’s always did, and sends a pang of nostalgia through his chest. “Er, you alright down there?”

“Yes,” Jon responds robotically, scrambling to his feet and standing behind Sasha’s chair, unwilling to meet the man’s eyes, lest he be drawn in. “I- uh, lost a pen. P-Probably left it in the copy room, I’ll just be going...there.” With that incredible performance, he fled.

And only tripped once on the way out.

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So Jon’s kind of cute.

Tim doesn’t normally go for tiny disgruntled academics, but Jonathan Sims is an interesting fellow. He’s got a reputation for being the ‘problem child’ of the Research Department, awkward and prickly and always available with a snide word. He wields his books and files like a little suit of armor, and the only person he’s seen him open up to is Sasha. Besides their little conversations, Jon is all work and no play.

Except with Tim.

Sasha says she’s never seen anything like it, with one of her secret little smiles. Jon’s always staring. Usually, the man can’t hold eye contact to save his life, but he’ll spend full minutes looking at Tim when he thinks he can’t see. The first few times, Tim would turn around and smile, but that practically sent the man into convulsions, dropping his papers and jumping out of sight like a spooked cat. It was funny the first few times, but Tim pitied him enough to ignore it now. He hopes Jon enjoys the view.

God forbid he ask the guy a question. Jon will look around the room, as if waiting for someone else to answer, when it’s clearly directed at him. He’ll blush and stammer his way through every explanation, keeping a wide berth of at least two feet between them. Even when Tim wants him to look at his screen, he’ll squint from far away. Tim starting to think he smells bad, or has some sort of communicable disease unbeknownst to him.

“It’s not that,” Sasha assures him, again with that unreadable smile. “Trust me.”

Time to try something else.

He prints out his latest follow up, a rather elaborate statement regarding mistaken identities and absolutely nothing supernatural. He knows Jon prefers to look at things on paper, as screens ‘trigger his migraines’ if Tim understood his mumbles. Maybe if he can engage with him on familiar territory for the both of them, he’ll be able to hold a conversation. Tim specifically requested his help on this one.

“If you could just look it over, make sure everything’s up to snuff, that’d be great,” Tim says to the top of Jon’s head, as the man refuses to lift his own to meet his gaze. “You know how Dr. Walker is. Always-”

“Finding mistakes where there are none? I’m familiar with her methods,” Jon snorts, and Tim feels like he’s getting somewhere. A whole sentence! With classic Jonathan Sims snark! “I-I can give it a look. I’m rather busy, but -”

“Take your time,” Tim says with a dismissive wave of the hand. “I finished a bit early, so I don’t need it for a few days yet. Don’t want to put you out.”

“You’re not.” Jon meets his eyes for about ten seconds before ducking his head back down.

Progress!

[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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