#shut up staar

[soctherapy]

dating darry headcanons (f!reader)

he leaves you for a man

[theeverythingfanofeverything]

Kyle Broflovski doodle i made in ELA class 💚

I made this instead of doing my staar review for tomorrow..... I'LL PAST THE TEST GUYES SHUT UP HE WAS WORTH IT >:(

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

It's been raining on and off all day which is great. However my day started off with a hateful email from apparent and that pretty much ruined everything for me.

This lady has never liked me. I had her son last year and this year I have her daughter.

Both of them had the nisfortune of being in my worst classes. The boy was very smart and as far as I remember he left and went on to middle school with an A average. He did this all on his own because in the class were three boys that were absolutely hell-bent on making me cry and be miserable every single day. If they were not rough housing, they were stealing things from other kids, or they were dropping water bottles and watching them burst open, are the main guy was doing a Magic Mike like striptease and shaking his privates and everyone's face including mine. The parents of these boys well one of them tried to keep their kid in line, the other two did not give a s***.

I don't know the daughter that well yet but I do know she is nowhere near her brother's level , nor is the rest of the class.

I keep getting complaints from parents that say their children tell them I'm going too fast. If I go any slower it's not going to be a fourth grade level anymore it's going to be more like second. And that's not going to help them at all when STAAR test comes around.

At the same time admin is telling me I'm going way too slow and if the kids can't keep up well f*** them. I wish I was kidding but I'm not.

Basically they are saying the kids are not that low, they only act stupid in social studies, because I and the other social studies teacher allow them to get away with it.

So I get to work early 2day, hoping to get some grading done because I am so behind. I open up my laptop and I see the email from the parent.

We are required to respond to every email within 24 hours so even though I was pretty sure I knew what it was saying because she has been complaining since school started I opened it up first. She tells me that I left her son behind, completely overlooked and neglected him all last year, & now I'm doing the same thing with her daughter.

About that time I mentally just shut down and really didn't try to read the rest but I know it was basically saying she didn't understand why her kids were being singled out and her daughter had only missed one day and how could she have possibly gotten so far behind only missing that one day and a bunch of other crap.

The last time I saw her son was earlier this year when we had meet the teacher night when he ran up and gave me a hug.

I told her if she really thought that I had ruined her son's edicational life in some way she was welcome to bring him to school after school or on the weekends and I would happily tutor him in whatever it was that he was missing in his history class that I had somehow caused.

I explained that because no one in that class listened to me the second week of school when I had them get on to Google classroom, when it was time for the quiz more than half of them could not take it because they had not gotten on Google classroom.

Simple instructions like open your browser, click on Google, click on Google classroom, click the plus button, and enter this code ---are way way too hard for them to follow as a class so I had to do it with every single kid individually. That caused even more time to pass. So it took two days to get tested when it should have only taken one. By the time I was able to get her daughrer in, it was the end of class. Her daughter missed the quiz that have been that day then she missed the test because she was absent the next day.

I told her from the bottom of my heart I do not know what more I could be doing and that I cannot slow down anymore without causing us to be even further behind than what we are.

I told her I was already teaching someone how to read during my lunch time but the way I saw it she had three options: she could switch her daughter to the other class which was going exactly as slow as minw was because the kids are all on the same level, I could have her daughter come in at lunch where I could tutor her at the same time that I was teaching the other girl English, or the lady herself could come visit my classroom, and tell me personally exactly how she wanted me to teach the class.

Then on top of all of that hubby finally went down to go get a new set of glasses. But because we live out in BFE we have one optometrist and one optical. And to have an updated eyeglasses prescription and a basic eye exam and the absolute cheapest pair of glasses they had cost a total of $900 with insurance

He has been wearing broken glasses for almost 2 years and absolutely refuse to go out of town to achieve her place then the classes were still in good enough condition he could wear them. Now they are so bad the lenses will not stay in and he is not able to drive with them. Plus I've got another appointment coming up out of town so he had to go and get glasses before he could drive me because I'm still not at the point where I can drive myself. All of this could have been taken care of last year for a quarter of the price. But no he only wants to do things on his terms when he wants to do it.

[teachablemomentsblog]

Heart Map: My Sunfire Circle (Part Two)

"The traffic slowly started to inch forward, making me the brand new 4PM, Friday afternoon traffic jam catalyst."

I can pretend like I remember specifics about my work week leading up to Happy Hour, but I’d be lying. At that time, the State of Texas Assessment of Academic Readiness, or STAAR test had come and gone, and we had celebrated our positively trending scores (although not at Carlo’s). I also relished in the fact that the school year was close to finished and I could start applying for jobs closer to home. My MacArthur 9th students and I had an unwritten understanding, like most teachers have with their students at the end of the year, to stay cordial and give some degree of effort for the final two weeks of school and we will make it through together.

The bell rang at 2:35 on Friday afternoon for the students to walk to their buses. I lagged behind, and waited for students to disperse before heading to my car. Charles had given me directions to Carlo’s which was right down the street. I walked through the door to Charles, Lawshe, my buddy Glewwe from across the hall, and a couple other random faces I had seen once or twice in the hallway.

Surprise, surprise, within five minutes, the conversation waned without work as a buffer. And, of course, we all proclaimed through forced chuckles we didn’t want to discuss work! Come on! It’s Friday! Let’s enjoy ourselves! And then the ensuing twenty minutes of forced conversation as we searched for common ground on anything...ANYTHING. Thank God Glewwe had shown up, who avidly followed the Minnesota Timberwolves. At least we could chat about basketball. And I could enjoy the relief of talking to a coworker about something BESIDES work.

Charles noticed my effort to socialize had run its tepid course. After an hour of checking my watch in 10-minute intervals to decide if an appropriate amount of time had passed, Charles sat down next to me.

“Hey man. Thanks for coming out. It wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“No way man! This was...fun! I had a great time!” What else do I say? “No, Charles. This was as bad and boring as I thought it would be. But thanks for helping me with my flat!”

He gave me his all-too-familiar smirk as he replied.

“Yeah, I’m sure you did. Haha...well don’t feel obligated to stay if you are ready to go. I know you have the fiance and kid at home.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I mean...I wish I could stay but, I probably do need to head out.”

I quickly said goodbyes and rushed to my Sunfire. (Sorry, Glewwe, for leaving you to fend for yourself.)

From prior experience, I REALLY didn’t want to fight the traffic on Fm1960 at 4PM on a Friday, so I made the ill-fated decision to take the Beltway 8 which connected Highway 59 and Interstate 45, two of the main roads out of Houston. In hindsight, this senseless decision changed me forever. Maybe my happy hour margaritas did more damage than I realized.

No matter which route I took, traffic at 4PM on a Friday was unavoidable. But, at the time, my plan of action seemed like a brilliant idea! And then...Boom! Honk! Honk! Traffic. And not just mild inconvenience that moves molasses traffic. No, I sat idling in standstill traffic in the smoldering Texas sun, stuck in the middle lane, with nowhere to go.

As I mentioned before, my 2002 Pontiac Sunfire had seen better days. It still sluggishly moved me from point A to B, even though the perpetual check engine light did annoy me. Beyond that, its only current issue was its tendency to overheat if idling for too long. And, unfortunately, the traffic continued its standstill. So, I stared in agony as my thermometer slowly tilted further and further up.

When I told this story in class, one kid asked, “Why didn’t you just turn the car off?” Um...shut up...that’s why. 

I didn’t know what to do. I literally had nowhere to turn and had to wait for my car to overheat. I had no idea what happened if my Sunfire actually overheated. I attempted the few feeble troubleshooting tricks I knew, like turning up the hot air to push the heat out of my hood and through my car. It didn’t work. (I learned this unsuccessful tip from an episode of King of the Hill. If only they had gone over changing a flat tire, I wouldn’t be in this mess!) I stared in horror as the thermometer needle tilted towards the red sliver at the end of the gauge. Thankfully, instead of a mushroom-cloud explosion in the middle of the highway, which I halfway expected, the car promptly shut off for the last time and I found myself even more stuck than before. And, naturally, the traffic slowly started to inch forward, making me the brand new 4PM, Friday afternoon traffic jam catalyst.

I tried turning the ignition key three more times, but it had fallen silent. The Sunfire had died. I sifted through my limited options and fell back to my mom’s AAA card. Oh good! Finally a legitimate, non-flat tire excuse to give it a try! I looked out my window and noticed the news chopper surveying the traffic overhead. Even better! My smoking Sunfire had made it on television! This day kept getting better and better.

I called the number on the back of my AAA card and followed the prompters for a tow truck. I did my best to ignore the honking and cursing from the commuters all around me. Cuss and honk all you want, but my Sunfire isn’t un-overheating. With sincere regret in their voice, they informed me it would take roughly an hour before they got through the traffic. I also didn’t feel like any of my fellow motorists were willing to help me push my Sunfire to the shoulder. So, I sat, stuck, with my head down while everyone crawled around me. I did my best to continue to ignore the lewd comments from people as I slowly melted in my car.

Finally, the tow truck carefully sliced its way through the sea of automobiles. They pulled in front of me and reversed to the hood of my car. I opened my door, completely drenched in sweat, and greeted the tow truck guy.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!”

“Yessir! So you’re the one that’s holding up all this traffic?”

“Um, yes that would be me. Do I need to show you my AAA card or anything?”

“What? Oh, no. The police called us. We have to get you out of the road.”

“Wait...I called AAA. They should be here any minute.”

“Sorry, bud. We have to do what the coppers tell us to do. And they told us to get you out of here. It’s a safety issue.”

Since they didn’t work through AAA, AAA definitely wouldn’t pay them. Which meant the bill fell onto me. Great! What a nice finishing touch to my first Happy Hour experience!

I took my ride of shame with the tow truck guy, who impressed me with how great he pretended to empathize with my situation but, of course, didn’t hold back when it came to payment I barely had for the tow.

“Oh, yeah. That does sound rough. Eesh, and a new kid, huh? What horrible timing. Anyways, that’ll be $150 bucks. Of course, I take credit cards.”

Ugh.

I never drove the Sunfire again. It’s so peculiar to think back on it now. To think of the chain of events that led to my car’s demise. Charles taught me to change my flat tire which set in motion my car overheating on Beltway 8 and breaking down for a final time. Funny how that works.

I didn’t hang out with my Mac 9 coworkers again. At least not all together. I finished my final week of school, applied for jobs closer to home, interviewed a couple of times, and finally landed a job at Caney Creek High School, where I’ve worked for eight years. 

After the last day of school, I needed to pick up a handful of items from my old classroom. Charles happened to be in his room. We joked around for a while and took a selfie together to send to Lawshe. And then I left and I never walked through the doors of MacArthur Ninth Grade Campus again. And I never saw Charles again.

A couple years later, December 20th of 2015, I received a call from Lawshe.

“Hey, Lawshe! What’s up!?”

She was crying.

“Charles. H-he passed away.”

“What?”

“He passed away a couple of days ago. Just went to sleep and didn’t wake up. Gannon, he has a wife and a kid. It’s almost Christmas. I don’t know what to do.”

I didn’t know either. We sat silent on the phone for a moment. I don’t fully remember my response as I gathered myself. I told her to please let me know the information for the funeral and I hung up.

I stared at the wall in a daze. The selfie I took with him in the summer a couple of years ago was the last time I would ever see my friend. I felt the weight of my mortality and fragility, since Charles was 41 and I was already in my late 20’s. Time doesn’t wait.

When we gathered for the funeral, it felt bittersweet. On one hand, we all felt the excitement of seeing each other again, if only under different circumstances. The funeral blurred by, but I do remember a conversation with a couple of my friends about the impact of Charles..

“Charles was forever a teacher. That’s what inspired me. Even when he wasn’t teaching, he was teaching.”

I explained to them about my Sunfire and Charles helping me change my flat tire, which led to its retirement.

“And even though it was a bummer with what happened to my Sunfire, I wouldn’t trade that memory for anything. That memory shapes the kind of teacher, the kind of person I hope to be. It gives me something to strive towards.”

Reflecting on it with my students, I tell them I hold onto that teaching philosophy even to this day. And sometimes, I may start a story thinking it’s about one thing but, really, if I give myself the time to think about it, deep down it’s about something much more meaningful.

“So, was this story really about my Sunfire?”

Edmund piped up. “No way, mister. It was about your friend Charles and what he meant to you.”

Absolutely. Sometimes it takes searching our feelings about our memories that shows us what has really shaped us into who we are.

Even though the students may not have necessarily gotten to a point with a story from their own lives that permanently affects them this much, it gives them a starting point and shows that vulnerability is okay. Most great writing starts from a place of vulnerability. Teaching students this concept can prove difficult, so thank you Charles for the lasting impression you have on my classroom and on me.

My Teachable Moments

This one goes without saying,, but don’t take any of your moments for granted. The selfie I took with Charles seemed extremely unimportant and stupid at the time, but now it has turned into the final moment I ever had with him. I still have that picture so I can look to it as a reminder of this philosophy.

Try to put yourself out there. I still regret how I handled myself at Carlo’s restaurant when I wanted to leave. Hell, for all I know, if I had just stuck around a little longer and enjoyed myself I wouldn’t have found myself stuck in traffic and on the 6 o’clock news.

Never stop teaching when people need it. I remember feeling like a very selfish teacher my first year. I didn’t believe in what I was doing. I thought about my wife and baby and made sure I had a paycheck to bring home to them. Charles changed that for me. Even though my first year felt impossible, it reignited my passion to give the world one of the only true things we can offer, our  knowledge and our time.

[fulloflifejovette]

Today is STOP 🛑 Sweating 😓 the Small Stuff 🤏🏽and Start S(c)elebrating 🎊 every Single Success 🏆 because life is Short and then you die ☠️ but what IFFFFF you live to 95💁🏽‍♀️…or 105🤷🏽‍♀️? If you know me personally then you have heard me say that I’m on a mission to beat my Nana’s record of 94 3/4 yo and my Great Aunt’s record of 94 1/2 yo (her big sister). You’ve also heard me say that I WON’T🙅🏽‍♀️ Shut Up 🤐 until I go up too😏. I woke up 🎤singing🎶 so I started jamming out in my head before I even got out of bed 🛌 this Spectacular 🤩morning ☀️. The song 🎼, Lifted https://youtu.be/vOzjluJjFp4 , was added to my playlist just this year so I didn’t have it back in 2018 but I had others that did the job. Sooooooo🤔💭what am I celebrating🎉for Super Duper Saturday you ask?????The same thing I celebrate EVERY second of EVERY minute of EVERY hour of EVERY day of EVERY month of EVERY year of EVERY decade of EVERY half of century😜. EVERY milestone is a celebration 🍾 🥂 because I won’t take life for granted 💁🏽‍♀️. I won’t take fresh air😮‍💨 to breath in and out🫁, on MY own, for granted either. I WILL be Forever ♾ Grateful 🥲 (Yes another new song 🎵 for 2022.) The month of August is a big month because 8/27/2018 I woke up determined to PT but wasn’t able to since I wasn’t feeling too good🫤. I still went to school 🏫 because calling in for a sub wasn’t an option😑. I still taught my classes because it was the 1st time teaching 👩🏽‍🏫 8th graders and I wanted to beat the previous year’s passing the STAAR test grade🤭. As the day passed by, little did I know what the future held for me and my house🏡 …🫣…😲…😳 FYI I may not know what the future holds BUT I always know who holds the future 😇🙌🏽. (at San Antonio, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chwrl1IuPrI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[staary-eyes]

Hi guys!! I don’t mention my Twitter here often, but I know a lot of people are using it more these days!

[tanzaniiite]

05. A Mess

protective [nishinoya yuu x fem!reader]

warnings: being drunk & vomiting

word count: 1.5k

a/n: whattt? a written chapter in a smau?? it’s more likely than you think, enjoy! 😚

series masterlist

Dealing with a drunk Noya was always a struggle.

Yes, you’ve been to several parties with him and even though his drunk antics never failed to put a smile on your face… you did hate the clean up portion of things. Most people became a certain type of way when they were drunk. Y’know the typical; elated, depressed, emotional, flirty, quiet and loud drunks. Yuu was a combination of emotional and loud. The loud portion wasn’t the issue because Nishinoya was naturally loud. The issue was the emotional portion. He became uncharacteristically clingy and very talkative. His favorite topic of conversation was telling the person closest to him how much he loved them. Although it was endearing at first it can get real annoying, real fast. But then again, you were used to drunk Nishinoya whereas Kenma was not.

“H-h-h-heyyy Y/n! Did youuuu know–“ Noya slurred, poking your arm, “– that I love you sooo much” He claimed, giving you a drunken smile. You smiled slightly and patted his head as he snuggled into your side. “Yes Yuu, I know. I love you too” You replied, making eye contact with Kenma through the rear-view mirror. He gave you a tired look that you returned with a sheepish smile. “Sorry” You mouthed, continuing you to pet Noya’s head softly.

The plan was originally to just lay Nishinoya on the backseat and you were going to sit in the front with Kenma. But Yuu insisted that you sit in the back with him and proceeded to cry when you tried to sit in the front. The blonde just shook his head before focusing his eyes back on the road.

“Your friend is a mess”

He deadpanned, glancing at the GPS that had Nishinoya’s address inputted in it. Before you could even respond, Noya shot up, successfully hitting your chin in the process. “Ow..” You muttered, feeling your mouth fill with a metallic-like taste. “I-I’m not a mess! Mayyybe you’re the mess! Yeah, you’re the mess” Yuu huffed, crossing his arms like a two year old that didn’t get their way. Kenma sighed inwardly, “Sure buddy” He responded, not really paying your drunk friend any mind. You, on the other hand, were quietly suffering with your now-sore tongue.

“How long till we get there?” You asked, trying not to irritate your tongue too much. “About 10 minutes.. you staying with him or do you want me to drive you home?” Kenma asked. You contemplated on that for a bit, you were going to just get him into bed and then head home but with how clingy he was now that wouldn’t be easy. Plus you’ve spent the night with Noya plenty times before, what’s one more? “Uh, I’ll stay with him. I’ll just head home in the morning” You answered. Kenma raised an eyebrow at you, “Really? Even after he drunkenly confessed to you?” He asked, genuinely curious. You looked down at Yuu who was fast asleep on your lap. “Yeah, he’s still my best friend. I don’t want him choking on his own throw up or going through a massive hangover by himself,” You looked at Kenma through the rear-view mirror again, “I’ll be fine” You stated, confirming his real suspicion.

“If you say so”

Golden light streamed through the windows causing Noya to groan loudly. Opening his eyes blearily, he quickly closed them back due to sunlight being directed right in his eyes. Rolling over to get away from the brightness, Yuu squeaked as he was met face to face with a sleeping you. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating. You could have hangover hallucinations, right? But that crazy theory went out the window when he saw your nose twitch in the cutest way possible. As he looked you over, you were in the same clothes that you were in last night. He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you didn’t just wear one of his shirts.

Then it dawned on him that you were suppose to be at the party with Oikawa, so why were you here with him? Did something happen? All his memories from last night were incredibly hazy and trying to remember made his throbbing headache even worse. So he decided to let it go for now. Sitting up slowly, trying to be courteous of your sleeping form, Noya noticed he was in nothing but his boxers. …why the hell was he only in his boxers? Did you guys… no because your clothes were still on. Wait! What if you guys.. dry humped or something? He remembers a classmate saying that they did something like that once in a drunken stupor.

Noya shook his head to dispel those thoughts. You were dating Oikawa and you didn’t even see him in that way, of course nothing happened. No matter how badly he wanted it things to be different. Letting out a dejected sigh, Yuu got up and stretched while heading over to the blinds to shut out the sun.

“Morning sleeping beauty”

The short man jumped, startled, quickly turned to face you. His heart got caught in his throat as you looked up at him from your spot on his bed. Man, he had it bad. “Hey bestie” He chirped, forcing a smile. He would have to wallow in sorrow about his one-sided crush another time. You giggled and sat up, stretching your arms as you did so. “You’re awfully chipper for someone with a hangover” You acknowledged, nodding towards his desk, that had a cup of water and aspirin. Noya gave you a sheepish smile and took the aspirin. Sitting next to you, he leaned his head on your shoulder.

“You’re a life saver”

“I know, what would you do without me?”

‘I have absolutely no idea’ He thought, fiddling with his fingers. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence, you were checking your phone and Yuu couldn’t help but notice the look of distress on your face. “You okay?” He asked, looking at you. You shut your phone off and tossed it to the side, nodding slightly. “Okay, here’s a question I’ve been dying to ask: why am I in my boxers?” He inquired. He watched you grimace before answering, “When Kenma dropped us off, you threw up by the entrance of the dorms. It got all over your clothes” You responded, looking very disgusted.

Noya looked just as disgusted, if not, more so. “Ugh, sorry about that” He apologized. You waved your hand dismissively, “It’s fine, this isn’t my first time taking care of you and it won’t be the last. Just don’t throw up on me, ‘kay?” You proposed, holding out your pinky to him. “I’ll try my best” He promised, locking his pinky with yours. Looking around the small dorm he noticed Tanaka wasn’t here, “Did Tanaka come back last night?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No, but I think he’s with your friends Daichi and Sugawara” You replied. Nishinoya’s blushed a bit at what he was about to ask next, “So, uh, so why did you sleep with me? Y’know.. instead of in Tanaka’s bed?” He inquired, desperately trying to cool his flushed cheeks. But you didn’t even seem to notice as you started laughing. “Because you wouldn’t let me go, I think you’ve forgotten how clingy you get when your drunk Nishi” You explained, still laughing.

Now Noya couldn’t tell if he was blushing from embarrassment or the cute nickname you gave him that was solely used by yourself. Suddenly a bunch of ping!’s erupted from your phone, you picked it up and looked at the messages. Catching a quick glimpse at your phone, he noticed they were all from Oikawa. Yuu frowned slightly, ‘Possessive much?’ He thought. But he quickly dropped the frown as you turned back to him. “I should get going.. Oikawa’s getting worried” You explained, getting up from his bed.

“It’s only 10:53, it’s still early. Don’t you want breakfast or something?” He asked, he really didn’t want you to leave. You shook your head slightly, “No, I’m good. I’ll eat later” You declined, putting your shoes on. Noya got up and scrambled to find some clothes, “Well at least let me walk you back to your dorm. Nobody’s out this early, it could be dangerous”. You chuckled softly and placed a hand on Yuu’s shoulder. “Nishi, I appreciate the concern, but I’ll be alright. My dorm isn’t that far from yours. Plus you have a hangover and need to rest” You say, pushing Noya back on his bed. “But–“ He started. You hugged him and Nishinoya prayed that you couldn’t feel his rapid heartbeat. He restrained pulling you back to him as you pulled away.

“I’ll text you the minute I get home, okay?”

…

“Okay”

taglist [open]: @chaseyui @thepanadapopo @multisun @shegrewupwithoutafather @differentballooncollection @blkanimegyal @spencers-abit-weebish @hofortendou @lovinnoya @unstableye @mirukobecomingbothered @nekoma-hoe @boldygotobed @sunaswife @bakucherie @softhorts @shypuff21 @rachelexe @mariachiii @peachiikichu @angyboibakugo @lustingfor5sos @ptv-hades @helloshoutohere @kageyamauwu1 @darcytherandom @yellow-yarn @kingkagss @roastedchikin @staar-gaazing @strawhatshepard @pspspsomi @nellieleverlin @calypsokalopsia @tiredlittlegirlvt

[phaticserpent]

The Whole Pack: Stubborness and Jealousy

[ Crosshairs x OC ]

Requested by @galaxii-staar

He couldn’t explain it. But he knew he didn’t like it. Debbie, but she wanted the Autobots to call her Starlet. Crosshairs generally called her Star, was busy babysitting Bumblebee. She might as well confess to him, Crosshairs grumbled. Star seemed to have finished her conversation with Bee, as she started heading towards Crosshairs.

“Hey, Bee just said the most corniest joke. Want to hear it?” Star laughed.

“No.”

“What? You love jokes!”

“I’m not in the mood for it.” He crossed his arms and walked away. Star watched him join Drift. Crosshairs took a glance, only to see she returned to Bee. He huffed in frustration. Drift took notice, following his gaze to Star.

“Love is but a flower. Delicate but when it blooms, it’s the most precious thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Crosshairs dismissed.

“You love her, no?”

“Shut up. It ain’t any of your business.” Drift just shrugged and returned to his meditation. Crosshairs felt his spark pound when you laughed. I bet I can make her laugh more than Bee. He strutted over with confidence, arrogance, and anger all built in one. Starlet felt the earth rumble beneath her and glanced to see Crosshairs making his way directly to her. “Hey Star, wanna hear a joke?”

“Sure, Cross.”

“I just got a 9/10 on my driver’s test........” Crosshairs began, “the last guy was able to get out of the way.” Bee and Starlet stared at Crosshairs as he laughed. Star smiled. Bee let out a few melodic beeps and she burst out laughing.

“Don’t be mean Bee! It was funny.” Starlet chuckled. Defeated, Crosshairs slipped away in complete embarrassment. She didn’t even laugh. “Crosshairs, where are you going?” But he didn’t answer. He disappeared from the camp, and when night fell, Starlet ventured out into the canyon to search for him. Endless hours of walking through the dusty terrain, Starlet began to give up, till she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

“You okay?” Starlet crouched down next to him. He sat on the ledge, peering down. “You seem.....distant and different. Where’s the outgoing and wild Crosshairs I know?”

“Do you like Bee?”

“Like him? What do you mean? Like like, or just....like.”

“Like like.”

“Crosshairs, I told you. I like him as a friend and as a brother. There’s nothing going on between us.” Starlet assured but Crosshairs scoffed.

“Well you seem to enjoy his presence more than me.”

“What? I like spending time with both of you.”

“Didn’t even find my joke funny.”

“It was funny—“

“Admit it, you like Bee more.”

“No I—“

“Might as well hurry it up and declare your love for each other.”

“Let me finish!” Starlet jumped up and Crosshairs stared at her with wide eyes. “I don’t have any romantic attractions for Bee, I never will. He’s a friend. We’re just friends. I’ve known him longer than you, which is why I’m more comfortable with him. Besides, why are you making such a fuss? Who I’m friends with is none of your business.”

“Whatever.”

“Are you, jealous?”

“Noo.”

“Then tell me why. Bee isn’t dangerous, so it’s not because you’re protecting me from him. Bee isn’t a bad influence. You’re jealous.” Starlet couldn’t help but the smug grin that appeared on her face. What was more amusing was watching Crosshairs attempt to deny her statement. “Come on, admit it. You’re jealous.” He didn’t budge.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Then say you don’t like me.”

“Fine. I don’t like you.” He bent down and stated tauntingly in her face. Only to be met with Starlet pressing her lips onto his. The moment ended too quickly for Crosshair’s liking, Star licked her lips, gave him a wink and made her way back to the Autobot camp. He stood there, staring after her trail and placed a hand on his chest. His stupid spark won’t stop pounding.

A/N: sorry it’s a bit short! And crappy ;-; but I hope you like it!!

[starrysupercell]

Sixth Headcanon:

After Nita and Leon's parents' untimely death on the Staar Park Roller Coaster, the employees took them aside to a room. Nita was in shock and ignoring the world around her as she hugged the plush bear.

Leon, on the other hand, noticed the odd behavior of the employees through his tears. They chatted quietly, and they didn't make any calls or even shut that ride down. He had a growing suspicion about this all, and he began to sneak off through the open door.

An employee saw him and called out to catch him. Leon ran from the room and was chased. Nita snapped out of her daze and instinctively ran to help her brother. One tried to stop her but she bit them and took off, still clenching the bear.

Nita and Leon met up along the way, and managed to escape that building using their combination of sneaking and stength.

They snuck out behind the building where there was a foresty area, and ran straight into the arms of Bo.

The man was... visibly confused, but caught on the general situation when he heard yells coming from the building. He hid himself and the children, motioning them to be silent. After several minutes, the coast was clear...

[haikyuu-fics-and-aus]

Hit It ‘Till It Breaks- Part 5- Unexpected Visit

Requests are open! Feel free to send one in at any time!!

You sat in front of your vanity with two shirts in your hands. God, you thought, what the hell should I wear?

You ended up throwing on a button up shirt with your black skirt before hearing the door bell ring. Suga had promised to pick you up before the movie night to buy some extra snacks.

You quickly grab your white and pink backpack and race down the stairs with your shoes halfway off your feet. It was strange that Suga had arrived so early, he wasn’t even due to leave for another ten minutes.

“I’ll be out in a second!” You yell.

“Y/N! Open the door!”

You froze, that definitely wasn't Suga’s voice. “What do you want Tooru?”

“Just open the door!”

“Why are you at my house?”

You heard a hard knock coming from the other side of the door. If Oikawa were to use any more force the door might as well fly off the hinges.”Leave me alone!” You yell.

Why the hell was he here? He was the one who hurt you. You screamed as the door suddenly flew open, you tried to move but it seemed like your feet were glued to the floor.

Oikawa starred at you with almost manic eyes. “If you would've just opened the door we wouldn't be here right now would we?”

You start to back up trembling, “What are you doing here?”

“Tell me the truth, are you dating Sugawara Koushi?”

“What?”

“Answer me!”

You jump at how loud his voice was, “W-why does it matter?”

“Just answer the damn question!!”

“Yes!” You started to run but Oikawa caught up to you quickly. But with some stroke of luck you were able to close the bathroom door in his face.

“How could you do this to me!?” His voice was impossibly loud. “First you make up some bullshit story about me beating up your friends then ditch me for some loser!?”

“Just leave me alone!” You cry, tears starting well up in your eyes.

“You could've had everything!”

Quickly, you shut yourself into the cabinet under the sink, just hoping the door was strong enough to hold him back.

**Written Portion Sugawara’s POV**

Suga pulled into the driveway with worry, he didn’t have a reason to feel apprehensive it was just an eating feeling in the pit of his stomach.

The sinking feeling only worsened when he noticed your front door wide open. You were never one to be forgetful like that.

Suga quickly parked his car before running into the house, not even bothering to take off his shoes.

He could hear an incoherent voice coming from the end of the hallway and it definitely wasn’t yours.

“Who the hell is here!?” Suga screams, trying hard not to let his fear show through the wall he was putting in front of him. The closer he inched to the doorway the more he was able to hear the one-way conversation.

“You know, I never really liked you. I could’ve dated anyone I wanted! You just looked so helpless after I broke those ugly glasses of yours I just couldn’t help myself. I just had to give your ugly ass some confidence!”

The words weren't even directed at him but Suga felt a sharp stab of pain as each word hit his ears, it almost angered him. “What the fuck are you doing here!? Why the hell would you ever say that to anyone!?? I think it’s time for you to leave.” Suga tightly gripped Oikawa’s shirt collar as he started to drag him away. It was then he noticed the wide trail of tears digging their way into Oikawa’s face.

“Let me go! This isn’t about you!” Oikawa screamed, trying to pry his hand away from Suga’s.

“You have two choices, either you can leave without another word or I call the cops and have your ass arrested. Am I clear?” Suga’s word was enough of a hint for Oikawa. All he did was nod before leaving. “Good choice.”

Suga ran into the bathroom with his heart beating out of his chest. His stomach sank impossibly deeper when you weren’t in sight. “Y/N?” He called, no answer.

“Y/N?” He called, this time he heard a faint shaking voice call back.

“S-suga? Is that you?” You slowly opened the door cabinet drawer and crawled out.

The silver haired setter frowned when he noticed the tear tracks running down your face. He pulled your small form into his arms which only made you cry harder. 

“Shh, it’s ok, he’s gone now.” His voice was much softer than normal, almost suave-like. Suga’s arms were warm against your bare skin, he was your comforting shoulder to lean on.

I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” You repeated over and over again, Suga’s arms only grew tighter.

His slender fingers raked lines through your hair, being careful not to knot it. “It’s alright, your safe now. I got you sweet heart.”

“Th-thank you for coming.”

“Always baby, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He placed a kiss a top of your head. “How about we skip movie night and have our own here.” You nodded.

“Just remember,” He started, “I will always be here for you. I won’t let anything happen to you Y/N.”

 Ahhhhhh this story is so fun to write!! Sorry for all the angst! We are planning on starting a new SMAU soon so stay tuned! We are also open to requests! -Kai

Taglist: @cuddlesslut @prescription-panic @wthyuta @tanakax123 @justxtulyyy @maya-ngpirit @avylee @awkwardspontaneity  @tamakimylove  @babyyyslug  @mikkasquare @lunarknitsbylori  @ilykenewdles @boku-haikyuu @i-am-trying-i-promise @1-800-milkbread @daninaninani  @kamidoesthings @marvel-snowbaz @fangirling-25-8 @renee1414 @physcoticfrog @icy-booh @dabi-imagines @ushiwakaismybae @deefeatist @pleasemelafook-outta-ere @supremebage1 @yqshirov @otomefan @dumbepiphany @mssyprsn @pinklife14 @girlyluke @tycrackculture @mirdy47707 @strawhatshepard @n3verending16 @flouffyy @vicassa @staar-gaazing @aristatrois @pantasticalcat

[blurglesmurfklaine]

“STAAR test matters” suck my hairy ass not in the middle of a fucking pandemic when these kids haven’t been learning what they’re supposed to be learning because VIRTUAL LEARNING SUCKS RHE MOST ASS IN THE WORLD SHUT UP IF I HEAR ONE MORE THING ABOUT STAAR

[soctherapy]

dddalbit makeout session when

[koolkidcentral-blog]

Diary day one

Today I planned to go to a school game and I was going to walk to a friends house with a few other people, including my ex unfortunately, and there was going to be alcohol there. I was excited because most of these kids were the kool type that I usually didn’t hang out with. I was really looking forward to it. But when I walked for permission from my dad he completely shut me down and talked a lot of shit to me and told me I’m going to end up like my mom. Of course he didn’t know there was going to be alcohol but he was being an ass and I like almost cried. And my crush saw me upset and was comforting me, so something good came out of it. But I still was so disappointed. I was planning to have a good time and I was let down. I’m from Texas and we do a thing called the STAAR test. I took my math one and I scored masters. But yeah so mEnTaL bREaK hERe i cOmE

[lizartgurl]

Perfect Marks (Aqualad x OC Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 6200+

Summary: Write something on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s skin as well

My sole goal of joining tumblr was to make decent Kaldur content and this shows it. I don’t think I’ve ever written anything this fast-paced, and I had no idea a one-shot would turn out this long, but I really enjoyed writing it!

Based off of @the-shadow-of-atlantis‘s soulmate au for Kaldur and her oc, Annabella (x) and inspired by @writing-yj‘s The Bird Tattoo xreader  series (x). You guys are both incredible writers, and I love reading your fanfics :)

@staar-sailorr @super-spoiler @lesbianstargirl @flamebiirds @princes-jasmine (please let me know if any of you do not want to be tagged in my oc fics in the future. i’m just tagging you for now becuz)

The morning of her first day of high school, Emma Grayson screamed.

Half of Gotham must have heard it, if not the entire manor. Rick, just down the hall, skid right into the bathroom door trying to help.

“Emma, what is it?”

“Just look!” Emma shrieked, shoving her arm in his face. Her little brother's eyes went wide at the thick black marks winding up and down both her arms.

“You and Roy went out clubbing last night and didn't bring me?” He asked, with a twinkle in his eye.

“Well how do you know we didn't sneak Wally with us?” Emma snapped.

He shrugged, leaning against the doorway with an insufferable smirk that he couldn't hide. “Wally and I are too tight for him to leave me out of any shenanigans.”

Bruce materialized in the doorway before Emma could smack Rick, and sighed as he saw the marks on her arms.

“You don't remember getting any tattoos yesterday?” He asked.

“No.” Emma shook her head.

“And you're not hungover, so you probably wouldn't have blacked out,” he murmured, taking Emma's arm in his hands to examine the marks. “Do they hurt at all?”

Emma shrugged. “They itch a little, but not painfully.”

Bruce nodded. “They must be your soulmate's markings then. Probably tattoos.”

Emma sighed. She herself wasn’t very artistic, so she never would have drawn something so elaborate on herself, but she never took into account that her soulmate might be. And if they were tattoos, that meant that even if her soulmate showered five times a day, they would never come off of either of them. Emma was absolutely terrified of needles and vowed to never get a tattoo. She never thought she'd be paired with someone who got those giant sleeve tattoos, much less tattoos at all.

“Get dressed, make sure you don't have anymore. Richard, you go get dressed too. I'll see you both downstairs for breakfast in a minute.” Bruce instructed.

Emma locked the door behind them and bravely faced her reflection in the silver-framed mirror. They each started on her hands, snake heads, with no embellishments other than an eye and an open mouth. The snakes then twisted around her arms three times and continued on to her shoulders. After taking off her PJs and turning around a couple times, she found that they connected, arcing down to her lower back.

A few minutes and a couple puffy eyes later, she met Bruce in the dining room, taking her usual place across from Rick.

“For you, Miss Emma.” In addition to her breakfast platter of eggs and bacon, Alfred handed Emma a jar of concealer that matched her skin tone.

Bruce wiped his chin of jelly from his toast. “With tattoos of this size, keeping them hidden is vital to your secret identity. Not only would people try to replicate the tattoos to claim to be your soulmate, they would also connect Finch and Emma Grayson with the similar tattoos.”

Emma nodded, and began to apply the concealer to the back of her hands. Her school uniform and her Finch uniform already had long sleeves in case of such a situation. Now the rest of her wardrobe would follow suit. At least Gotham was miserable, cold, and wet ninety-nine percent of the time.

Alfred dropped Emma and Rick off at Gotham Academy before taking Bruce to the WayneTech offices, and Bruce made a big show of seeing his children off on their first day of a new school year for the all-seeing public eye.

“We can look more into them tonight, Emma. How about that?” He offered with a winning smile, a last attempt to cheer her up.

“Sure,” she smiled back. Rick had already run off for the building with the middle school classes. Emma was moving up to the high school building this year, with grades nine through twelve.

She plopped into the open seat between Barbara Gordon and Lucas Fox in first-period chemistry.

“Hey, Emma! How you doing?” Babs asked, sounding peppy and upbeat.

“Long morning.” She groaned.

“As always on the first day of school, huh?” Luke asked with a chuckle.

Emma giggled too. Her friends knew just how to cheer her up, even if they didn't know what was going on.

“Emma?” Barbara was squinting at her hands, “Are you wearing-”

“Good Morning!” The chem teacher trilled along with the bell, and Barbara forgot what she was going to say.

Head cushioned in her arms in the edge of the second row, Emma snuck a look at her two closest friends, who both had their sleeves rolled up to their elbows in the warm classroom. She had to settle for just taking off her sweater.

Luke and Barbara were the two smartest students in their grade at prestigious Gotham Academy, which rubbed off on Emma. They were both in the computer science club. Luke was in robotics club, and wanted to be an engineer like his father, Lucius Fox, head of the R&D department of WayneTech. Barbara's father was Police Commissioner James Gordon of the GCPD, and spent every spare moment in the library. Emma took to joining her, and Rick and Luke would join them.

Instead of paying attention to the long list of safety procedures that Doctor Crane was going over, Emma spent first period thinking over whether or not to tell her friends. Would someone overhear? Would they let things slip?

It would just have to be another secret she kept from them.

~

Bruce was gone from the time that they got home to late at night, so Emma persuaded Rick to help her look through all the books that the Manor’s library had on Soulmates and their markings, so long as they got to watch Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark while doing it.

Most of the books Emma read were general knowledge. Whenever you wrote or drew something on your skin, it appeared on your soulmate’s body as well. Mostly it was just notes and reminders, doodles in the midst of boredom, but tattoos were a popular tactic to try and find your soulmate quicker, by looking for the exact replica of your tattoo on someone else.

There were several books on the language of markings, symbols ranging from elaborate to simple that could send a certain message to your soulmate were they also well-versed in the language of markings. Emma didn’t find anything resembling her soulmate’s markings in any of those books, so she tossed them on the floor with Rick’s books, which had slid off his lap after he fell asleep shortly after Indy entered the Well of Souls.

Sighing tiredly, Emma shut off the TV, but the excitement of her soulmate’s markings and the first day of school all rolled into one left her exhausted, and she never wanted to leave the sunken cushions of her favorite TV couch.

Shrouded in night, the room faded into darkness. Emma removed her sweater to use a blanket, and stopped.

“Rick,” she whispered, jabbing him in the shoulder.

“Huh?” He asked, “Is the movie over?”

“You fell asleep, but look,” She held out her arms, bare beneath her t-shirt. The black, geometric shapes were now outlined by a faint blue glow, reflected on Emma’s face. The light itself seemed almost alive, and thought it could have been the lack of sleep, Emma thought she saw it swirling around the room, back and forth like an ocean’s current. Beautiful and powerful. Magical.

Rick laughed giddly. “That’s so cool!” He said, suddenly awake.

Emma laughed too. Maybe her soulmate’s markings weren’t so bad after all.

~

Weeks passed without them fading. Bruce had been right about them being tattoos. They itched like fresh tattoos, though the ink wasn’t in her skin. Alfred gave her a soothing skin balm to rub on her arms before she went to bed each night, guided by the blue lights. They made the perfect night light, though Emma had long since outgrown such things. She’d jolt awake from a nightmare, only to have the magical light envelop her with a tingling sensation somewhat like an electric shock. It was comforting, like a never-ending hug.

Sometimes, on patrol, when Bruce wasn’t looking, Emma would take off her glove and let the snake-head glow, smiling somewhat as she showed it all of Gotham City. Her soulmate must really like snakes, and if they cast the light that her tattoos did, maybe they were a magician like Zatara.

Emma desperately hoped that her soulmate was a hero. She wanted to be able to tell them everything, to share both parts of her life with her soulmate.

“Woah,” Wally gaped appreciatively as Emma showed off her right arm in the seclusion of a back alley in Star City, just outside the “Arrow-Cave,” or the “Quiver,” which Ollie was convinced would catch on.

Roy nodded, but from the way his lower lip jutted out as he slowly nodded, it was clear that he was impressed by whoever had etched these tattoos.

“Show us your tattoos again, Roy.” Emma said. She rolled her sleeve back down, cutting off the light.

Roy rolled up the right arm sleeve of his shirt, exposing the small constellation on his shoulder. The big dipper, or the bear and the birds according to those who had generously raised him. It was a permanent reminder of his childhood and what he had learned with them. After Emma smiled, he showed off the tattoo on his left shoulder. The one from his soulmate.

It was a perfect circle, a shield, he insisted, with the head of Medusa and several wriggling snakes spreading from the center. The Aegis, Athena’s shield. Obviously his soulmate had a penchant for Greek mythology.

“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo,” Wally lounged against the brick wall.

“Oh really? What would you get? A hot dog?” Rick asked, balancing in a handstand on top of the fence that cut the alleyway in half.

“Ha, ha.” Wally huffed, offended. “What would you get, Boy Wonder?” He demanded.

“A bird, duh.” He flipped in the air, landing neatly in front of Wally, “A robin, to be precise. Right behind the ear.”

“What about you, Emma?” Roy asked. “If you got a tattoo, what would you get?”

Emma leaned back on top of the trash can, using her arms to prop herself up. “Probably a music heart, with the treble and bass clefs twisted into the shape of a heart.” But she still wasn’t certain. That didn’t seem special enough compared to her soulmate’s tattoos, or Roy’s tattoo, but it was the best that she could come up with in two seconds.

Rick and Wally were still bickering. “So if it’s not a hot dog, what is it then? Nachos?”

“No! It’d be  the digits of pi, stretching from my right hand to my left, like Emma’s!”

“Nerd.”

“Geek.”

“Aren’t those the same thing?” Roy asked as the younger two continued to yell. He knew better than to expect an answer.

Emma shook her head, grinning at the secret she was keeping, this one more for her own amusement than out of necessity. Rick had sketched out where he wanted his tattoo earlier, and now it was hidden beneath his raven-colored mop. And when Wally had taken off his mask to eat some of Ollie’s cookies in the safety of the Quiver, Emma glimpsed a few wobbly sharpie lines in Rick’s non-artistic peeking out from under the bright red hair. Wally was too distracted to notice it for himself, and it was hidden beneath his lightning bolts whenever Rick had been looking at him.

The next day at school, chem class was cancelled because Doctor Crane was missing. Emma and Babs went to the library while Luke finished his homework in the computer lab. Alysia Yeoh wrote her phone number on Barbara’s hand in black pen as the three discussed Harry Potter and the New Hunger Games movie. Then in the middle of civics class, the same ten numbers jumped out at Emma, faint on the back of Luke’s writing hand and nearly made her spit out her strawberry lemonade.

She texted Roy in glee so she wouldn’t blurt out and ruin the surprise for Luke. He let her, though he wasn’t really the kid of person that got obsessed with soulmates.

Emma, however could not wait to meet her soulmate.

~

Batman called in Flash and Aquaman to help out with a new villain, calling himself “Scarecrow”. Finch was texting Roy with updates every five minutes, and managed to catch the end of Aquaman’s reply as the Batmobile roared towards the Harbor.

“I will be bringing an apprentice of sorts with me.”

“You have an apprentice?” Batman asked. His monotone betrayed no surprise.

“A recent development, I will admit. It will not be a problem, will it? I want to get him started as soon as possible, and after all, Flash and yourself have sidekicks of your own, as does Green Arrow, some of them younger than Aqualad.”

“I take it that’s his name, then?”

“I take it will be fine, then?”

Robin snorted. It wasn’t every day that they heard a member of the Justice League sassing Batman. Typically, Wonder Woman was the only person who could get away with that, on account of her lack of weaknesses. Aquaman may or may not pay for that comment sooner or later if he didn’t watch his back.

“Meet you at the rendezvous point.” Batman cut off the transmission, glaring at his kids in the mirror. Finch only shrugged back at him. Her tattoos were itching again.

Flash pulled up seconds before the Batmobile came to a complete stop.

“Ha! We were here first!” Robin cackled.

“Only counts if you’re out of the car, boy wonder,” Kid patted him on top of his head. Emma grumbled, wishing that Roy were here, so at least she wouldn’t feel like an outcast to their flirting. She pulled out her phone again.

“Finch, phone away. Scarecrow can track the signal.” Batman instructed. She shoved it securely in her belt pocket.

“So how long did Fish man say it’d take him?” Flash asked.

“He’s probably taking the scenic route to show Aqualad around,” Robin piped up.

“Aqualad?” It was Kid’s turn to be surprised now.

In answer, there was a splash from the docks, and Aquaman flew out of the water, crouching in a majestic landing a moment later. A smaller splash followed, with a much less graceful landing that nearly sent the poor “Aqualad” stumbling back into the water.

“Woah!” Finch lunged forward, grabbing his wrist.

“Th-thank you, my lady,” He fell over himself to find his balance, bowing as courteously as he could with sea legs.

“Oh, no worries!” Emma insisted. “And- and you can call me Finch, please.”

“Apologies,” He said immediately, “I am afraid I am not used to the surface yet, it is still very new to me.”

“You will get used to it, Kaldur’ahm,” Aquaman gave a broad smile, clapping his new protege on the shoulder.

“Robin, Kid Flash, I would like to introduce my protege, Aqualad.”

“Cool!” Kid sped over, nearly shoving Finch to the side to shake Aqualad’s hand. “I’m Kid Flash! The coolest superhero around, but you can call me Wally when we’re off-duty.”

Robin saluted. “I’m Robin. Call me Rob. And you’ve already met my sister, Finch.”

“Yes, I have. It is wonderful to meet all of you.”

“Well, there’s also Speedy, but his mentor has a hot date with Black Canary tonight so they’re all currently unavailable,” Kid Flash snickered as their mentors discussed the issue at hand.

Finch gave him an elbow in the gut. “So, Aqualad, how long have you been working with Aquaman?” She nodded towards the adults, and Aqualad followed her indication.

“How are you working with Aquaman?” Robin asked, “I didn’t know the guy had any kids.”

“He does not,” Aqualad assured him. “I am one of his subjects. About two weeks ago, Ocean Master and his followers attacked Atlantis. Though he appeared to best Aquaman, my friends and I, students at Her Majesty’s Conservatory of Sorcery, were able to distract Ocean Master long enough for our king to recover. To show his gratitude, he gave us the opportunity to become his protege. I was the only one who accepted. I have spent the past few weeks training with my king and learning more about the surface world, the dangers it faces, and the threats to Atlantis.”

“Hey, kids! Gather round!” Flash beckoned them over, and Emma groaned inwardly at being called kids. They were on the younger side of teenage years, yeah, but the work they did was anything but childish. Unless you were Wally, and then you could be immature about anything.

While the adults had the dangerous job of actually going in after Scarecrow, the kids were designated to the much less dangerous assignment of patrolling the perimeter to make sure that Scarecrow nor his recently-acquired henchmen got away.

Finch didn’t mind it that much, she could get away with being lazy when Batman wasn’t looking over her shoulder every second, but Kid and Robin were a little upset at being left behind. They mirrored each other, chin propped up in one hand each.

“Why did Batman need to call us in again?” Kid asked. “I mean, isn’t he always like, ‘Bleh bleh, I work alone, bleh bleh,” He imitated the dark and scratchy voice of a vampire.

“Scarecrow’s only weapon is his fear gas, and he’s trying to figure out how to transform that gas into a liquid to infect Gotham’s water supply, and maybe the whole coast, and he needs someone in forensics who can track the fear gas chemicals super-fast, like your uncle. I’m pretty sure Aquaman invited himself along when Flash blabbed about the possibility of the coasts being affected.” Robin listed off.

“Well, the oceans are Aquaman’s responsibility. He takes that very seriously,” Aqualad was the only one of them standing at attention. His eyes were used to the dimness of the water, giving him an edge in night-vision. “He is a very good king, and he does not wish to let down his people.”

Finch set aside her phone. “It sounds like you really respect him.”

“I do. He has been very kind to my family. I admire his heroism for Atlantis and the world.”

Emma’s mind suddenly swelled with curiosity about Atlantis, but before she could ask, the doors of the warehouse they’d been staking out blew open to smoke, and about ten dark-clothed thugs ran out, coughing violently.

“Is that fear gas?” Kid asked.

“Nah, that’s probably just Batman’s smoke pellets.” Emma shot her grappling cord at a tower of cargo containers. “Try to keep up, Gentlemen!” She sang, swinging off towards the escaping thugs. She landed on one, taking him out. Another got a kick to the jaw, and the other hit her in the back. She staggered forward to regain her balance, alone against nine. Maybe she should have waited for the boys, that way she wouldn’t have been alone in facing them.

The thugs said nothing, but grunted, swinging and lunging at her as she danced around them, doing what she could to stay out of their grip and take advantage of any openings.

“Finch, look out!” It took a moment for her to register the almost-unfamiliar voice before Aqualad shoved her out of the way of a thug sneaking up behind her, getting trapped in the bear hug grip instead. Aqualad refused to lose his cool, and took a deep breath. A blue glow started at his shoulders, twisting down his arms, and letting out a burst of bio-electricity that stunned his captor with a scream.

“Woah,” Wally’s eyes were wide with admiration.

Emma’s eyes were wide too.

His tattoos glowed a warm blue hue.

And they matched the marks hidden on Emma’s arms.

~

“Emma, get up.”

“No.”

“We’re gonna be late for school.”

“Go without me.”

“No.” Still in his PJs, Rick took a flying leap at Emma’s queen-sized bed and bounced until she threw off her covers and started bouncing with him.

“So you met your soulmate, huh?”

Emma bit her lip before she could bite back with a “You too”.

“I thought I was ready to meet them, but I guess I’m not,” She said, still bouncing.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him. Not yet, anyways,” He pointed out. “Me, however, I’m not gonna be able to hold this in for very long.” Emma suddenly wanted to shout out that Wally was Rick’s soulmate, but she held herself back.

“It feels wrong,” Emma said, landing on her butt. Rick landed next to her, bouncing a couple times.

“He’s from Atlantis. He should have been soulmates with someone from Atlantis, someone who understands his tattoos and markings and their cultural significance,” She traced the tattoo up her right arm, an eel, not a snake. Aqualad had told a nervously curious Wally last night. After the fight and noticing Aqualad’s tattoos, it was like someone had flipped a switch from casual to awkward. She couldn’t even look at him without turning bright red. According to the marks on her skin, this was the man she was destined to spend her life with, to fall in love with. And she had known him for less than a day.

“You could always learn more about Atlantis. Ask him, talk to him.” Rick pointed out. “I think Bruce gave Aquaman a water-proof cell phone for AL to use. I can look up his number if you want-”

“No, I can ask him next time we team up, thank you very much.” Emma interrupted.

She sighed. “It probably would be a good idea to start there, though.”

Rick hugged her, his arms around her neck. “It’ll all work out, you’ll see.” He promised.

Emma hugged his arms, holding her little brother. “Thanks, Rick.”

“Master Richard! Miss Emma! You’re going to be late for school!”

~

The team was formed a few months later. Roy refused entry to the kiddie club, leaving an opening for Superboy and Miss Martian, neither of whom had any markings for themselves or from their soulmates. Emma was ecstatic, though both she and Aqualad missed having Speedy around. Artemis came next, an arrow tattoo wrapped around her bicep, and Speedy became “Red Arrow”, to show that he was moving on.

In the Junior Justice League base of Mount Justice, hero aliases were traded for civilian ID’s and nicknames. Wally remained the only one in confidence of Finch and Robin’s secret ID’s, but other than the three of them, there was Conner, Megan, Artemis (yes, it was the same as her hero name), and Kaldur.

Kaldur’s maturity and level-headedness got him elected team leader, in charge of organizing missions and getting the ragtag team to work together. Emma found herself sticking close by to help out with paperwork and discussing team problems and training with Kaldur. Not just because she wanted to get to know Kaldur, but because she felt so comfortable with him. She could talk to him about how red skittles were clearly the best out of all skittles, and he would listen intently. She could ask him a rhetorical question and he would answer patiently, or he would help her find the answer. He put time and effort into her, and she did the same. He was still studying and experiencing Surface Culture, and Emma loved explaining things to him.

Time set aside for mission discussions more often than not turned into these discussions of almost nothing. Kaldur was quite businesslike, compared to everyone else, at least, but Rick insisted that he “melted” around Emma.

“Still think that fate made a mistake?” He asked.

Emma shrugged. “I feel guilty for hiding it now. What if he thinks I only spent time with him because he’s my soulmate and not because...” She trailed off.

“Because you really care about him?” Artemis asked, loudly sipping a can of pineapple juice stolen from Wally. She and Megan knew, of course. Those things tended to happen when you shared a locker room.

Emma shrugged. “I just don’t think I’m ready yet.”

The others were, though, and she could tell.

“It’s not their secret to tell.” Roy told her over the phone. “If any of them so much as blurt the world ‘soulmate’ in Kal’s direction before you give the okay, I’ll kick all their butts.”

“How do you put up with it?” She asked him. Roy was basically a best friend to both Emma and Kaldur. Keeping it a secret from one of them had to be hard.

“I’ll admit, it’s hilarious seeing you two blushing and talking like that and he apparently doesn’t get a clue.”

“You jerk!” Emma threw a pillow at the wall to substitute for throwing one at Roy.

“Seriously, Em,” His laughter had faded, “You like him, don’t you? And he likes you. What do you have to lose by telling him?”

~

Nothing. She had nothing to lose. Or did she? She couldn’t tell, and it drove her insane.

“Is something bothering you, Finch?” Aqualad asked.

“Dragonfire,” She reminded him, flexing her new wings. A gift from her old friend the Joker.

“Yes, of course. My apologies,” He still bowed his head formally. Emma liked it when he used Atlantean mannerisms.

“It’s okay, I like that you still call me that sometimes.” She liked it so much her stomach tickled. She passed it off as her new powers being irritating.

Raquel overheard, and like the others she had it.

“We have to set them up,” She declared to the team while Kaldur and Dragonfire were off doing “important paperwork”.

“Agreed,” Artemis pounded her fist on the island counter for emphasis.

“But how are we going to convince Dra that she should tell? The longer she waits, the more nervous she gets.” Wally said

“Shouldn’t we let them decide?” Conner tried to say.

The PA switched on in a burst of static. “Team, report to the mission room.”

According to intel from Batman, Jonathan Crane, the Scarecrow, had escaped from Arkham Asylum and was hiding somewhere in Miami, Florida. The team’s mission was to find Scarecrow and whoever was helping him, and make it hard for Scarecrow to hurt anyone until Batman and the League could come in and deal with Scarecrow themselves.

While everyone else donned a tank top to go with their shorts, Emma stuck with her usual long-sleeved shirt in the Florida sun.

“Are you not hot in that?” Kaldur asked.

“I’m fine,” Dragonfire insisted with a smile. Several girls walked past, admiring Kal’s tattoos, and Emma turned away, just a little bit jealous. Of course, it was her own fault for not being more open about their marks in the first place. The team was split up patrolling the city. Kid Flash and Robin scouted out the perimeter, Superboy, Miss Martian, and Artemis had the malls, Zatanna and Rocket had the streets, and Kaldur and Dragonfire had the beach. They walked in silence, side by side through the warm sand, keeping an eye out for any shady or straw-like figures.

And then Kaldur reached down and took Emma’s hand.

“Huh?” She didn’t realize that she’d said that out loud, as if he’d said something she’d misheard.

“I thought that it would sell our inconsequential appearance if we pretended to be a couple,” He said, “Is that alright?”

Emma smiled, thankful that her blush was hidden beneath her sunglasses and the brim of her floppy straw hat. “That’s just fine,” She assured him.

It wasn’t awkward, and it certainly wasn’t boring when Kaldur was around. There was no doubt about it, Emma knew that she was in love.

And then there were screams.

Emma tried to stop the crying child that was running down the beach, but she only screamed louder and ran in the other direction, avoiding anyone who reached out or stopped to try and help her, until she finally fell to her knees, curled up in a little ball. More kids were appearing with those symptoms, jumping at every little movement or sound. Fear gas.

No time to wait for the League, Dragonfire and Kaldur sprinted the way the kids had come.

“Aqualad to Team, come in, the symptoms of mass fear gas have been spotted on the beach. Rendezvous at our coordinates ASAP.”

“Kid Flash to Aqualad, Rob and I found the remains of a lab used to create fear gas about five miles inland.”

“Tag and bag the evidence, then come help us,” Dragonfire instructed. More and more people were screaming out of fear now, not just the kids.

They spotted Scarecrow out at sea, on a rickety old boat bobbing on the waves that were becoming more and more tumultuous every second. Had the clouds been that dark and ominous a second ago?

“Hold on!” Kaldur shouted. Emma wrapped her arms around his torso as he dove into the waves, holding on for dear life as he made for the boat like a torpedo. He shot out of the water and Emma spread her dragon wings, dropping him on the ship like a bomb. Scarecrow threw canisters of fear gas at both of them, but Emma fried them with her electricity, negating the anxiety-inducing abilities. Her fists crackled and her hair billowed with static as she hovered above the ship like a bird of prey, providing cover as Kaldur fought off Scarecrow’s guards. Emma went for the big man himself. It was strange to think that this was her old biology teacher, but given how teachers were treated in America, she really couldn’t blame him. She swept in with a hook to the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.

“How do we stop it, Crane?” She demanded, going for intimidation. The guy liked fear, right?

“Such power...” Crane hissed, “Tell me, child, what scares a god like you?”

Emma shot him in the arm with another lightning bolt. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scarecrow grabbed at her shirt, tearing off some fabric. She threw him off with another blast of electricity that tore her shirt even more. It wasn’t made of the same durable stuff that her uniform was.

“Dragonfire!” Aqualad shouted, “I think we have been exposed to minimal effects of the fear gas!”

“Probably!” She agreed, ducking under Scarecrow’s hit. “Try to stay focused! You can fight it off!” She promised.

She turned back to Scarecrow, who now had an aerosol-like can pointed at her face, and sprayed before jumping over the side of the boat. His henchmen follow suit, and Dragonfire heard the sound of a submarine roaring away below the choppy waves.

“Dragonfire!” Aqualad caught her as she rubbed at her eyes, coughing violently.

“Dragonfire, Finch, hang on, you can fight it,” He urged, setting her down on the

Emma heard none of that, her ears were too clogged, no matter how she tried to shake off the fear gas.

She looked down at her arms, the sleeves of her shirt completely gone. Kaldur looked down and saw them too. He quickly pulled away, backing up several steps.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Finch’s voice quavered, echoing in her ears as Aqualad swam in and out of her vision.

It cleared long enough to see the disgusted look on his face.

She was out cold before she hit the water.

~

Emma awoke tangled in soft white sheets. She hugged herself, running her fingers against the rough ink. They itched more than ever now, reminding her of what happened on the boat.

Kaldur hated her. He had to. She hated herself.

“Good, you’re awake,” Black Canary smiled down at her kindly, approaching the side of her bed.

“You’re all right,” She said at the sight of tears flooding Emma’s eyes. “The fear gas should be just about flushed from your system by now. Aquaman and Batman are helping to oversee the cleanup of Miami Beach, and even though Scarecrow’s escaped, no one was killed. Wonder Woman and Flash are making sure that everyone receives a vaccination for the fear gas.”

That did little to assuage Emma’s rapidly beating heart. “Is Kaldur-” She stopped herself, “Is Aqualad okay?” She whispered.

Canary’s smile brightened. “That’s right! He’s your soulmate!” She patted Emma’s bare arm, “Just one moment, I’ll go get him for you.”

“No, Dinah wait-!” The door whisked shut behind Dinah before Emma could finish.

She leaped to her feet, shaking like jello. She had to get out of there, she couldn’t face Kaldur like this. She grabbed a change of clothes, lying on the counter, and tripped over her big feet. Seconds before she smacked into the linoleum, strong arms with too-familiar tattoos caught her, lifting her up.

“Hi,” Kaldur said, giving a small smile.

Emma pushed him away, falling back into the bed. “Go away,” She demanded, throat thick with tears.

Kaldur’s eyes went wide, glancing between his tattoos and the marks on Emma’s arms. “Finch? Are you alright?”

She shook her head, “Just leave me alone!”

“Finch, what is wrong?”

“Don’t call me that!” She screamed. “I get it, I’m not what you wanted in a soulmate, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” She sobbed.

“But even if you hate me, I have to tell you that I love you. I have been since I met you, before I even knew that we were soulmates.”

Now, Kaldur’s face was screwed up in confusion. He was usually so passive, it was strange to see him like this.

Having said that, Emma was unable to keep her mouth shut. “I love your sincerity and your honesty, your kindness and how much you care. I love your curiosity and fascination with every new thing you find out about the surface world. I love your patience and your smile and that little laugh you make when Rick and Wally are kidding around because we know they’re soulmates but they can’t tell. I didn’t want to tell you I was your soulmate because I wanted to make sure you liked me for me, and that I liked you not just because you were my soulmate.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and gripped the blanket in her hands, worried that it might tear if she held it too tight, but it was better than letting the tears she was holding back burst out.

There was she soft pad of bare feet on tile, and Kaldur’s rough but gentle hands brushed some hair from her face.

“I do not hate you, Finch. It would be impossible for me to do so.”

She gasped and opened her eyes. A few tears fell, but Kaldur helped her wipe them away. “I have loved you for a long time, but I hope you can forgive me for not coming forward with my feelings before.” He paused, taking her hand in his. “I was afraid that if you were not my soulmate, you would not be open to dating other people.”

She almost laughed, throwing her arms around him. Kaldur returned her embrace.

“I love how kind you are as well. Your impatience is endearing, and I find it amusing how I seem to be the only person you are patient with. I love how you are always so happy and smiling. I love how stubborn you are, and your commitment to justice for those who need it.

“And I love the fact that you are my soulmate.”

~

“Are you seriously getting nachos?” Artemis asked, looking at the stereotypical designs that were offered at the most popular tattoo parlor in Happy Harbor. “A lightning bolt would be ten times cooler.”

“Lightning is fleeting but food is forever,” Wally said, attempting to sound old and wizened.

“Yeah, at least until you eat it,” Rick snickered.

“I think I might get lightning,” Emma said. “Or maybe a tiny dragon.”

“Definitely get a dragon,” Raquel agreed, “There’s like fifty heroes who have lightning iconography. You’re the only one who’s got dragon wings.”

“What about Man-bat? Or Blue devil?” Wally pointed out.

“Dude, they’re a bat and a devil, not dragons.” Zatanna said, coming back from her seat with several magical sparkles sprinkled around her wrist like a bracelet. A few moments later, the same style appeared on Raquel’s wrist to go with the white comet on her forearm.

“My turn!” Wally declared with glee, hopping up to the table Zee had been at. “I want the first seven digits of Pi on my ankle,” He said, settling on a price with the tattoo artist.

“What about you, Conner, what are you getting?” Megan asked.

“I can’t get anything here, I’m too strong, but Clark has some tech at the Fortress he can use to put the Superman symbol on my bicep if I really want it.”

“And you do, don’t you?” M’gann giggled.

“Yes, I do.” He nodded firmly. “What are you getting?”

“I don’t know! There are so many cool designs!” She squealed.

“What do you think, Kal? It’s gonna be your tattoo too,” Emma leaned against his shoulder, wearing short sleeves in the summer for the first time in two years, arm in arm with her soulmate.

Kaldur held up the piece of paper he’d been doodling on. “How about this?” He asked, pointing to a small drawing in the corner. A pair of dragon wings, just like hers.

Emma beamed and kissed his cheek. “Perfect.”

[staary-eyes]

Realized I dont mention this much, but reminder that I have a twitter (@/staary_eyes) and an instagram (@/staaryeyes) :)) I tend to use tumblr more often, but I'm hoping to start posting more unfinished sketches and such on twitter

[ao3feed-victuuri]

Take Two

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kRad5X

by hhaikyuuties

His admiration for Viktor wasn’t just attraction to his looks, even though Yuuri found Viktor undeniably and utterly gorgeous. Viktor also held himself in a certain way, displayed a certain refinement, and gave off a certain aura that captured you, whether it be accompanied by a melting smile or serious expression that was somehow, impossibly, cold without being off-putting. As a kid, Yuuri would find himself posing like Viktor in his early-career magazine spreads and luxury brand advertisements, while some of his friends played along and some of his classmates laughed at him. He looked stupid, they said, or was acting like a girl. He was in love with fashion, in love with the boy in the magazine, should throw on a dress and propose to the model already, they said. Yuuri wanted to point out that admiring beauty didn’t exclusively belong to one gender or sexuality, and that a pretty person was a pretty person, but realized it would be futile--if he could even put his thoughts into words, which he couldn’t. Explaining himself was never his specialty; he sought to show how he felt through his actions and appearance in his dancing and, later, in modeling.

Words: 2691, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Katsuki Yuuri's Family, Christophe Giacometti

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: for my wonderful sister, who won't shut about about yoi, so now look what's happened, this is entirely your fault staar, please leave comments and make me finish this guys, this is my first multichapter, enjoy

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2kRad5X