This is a long one, because it involves a growing escalation of actions. TLDR at the bottom. Some terms are translated because I don’t live in an English-speaking country.
We moved houses last year, to the ugliest in the street. The previous owners must have loved Mondriaan, because the front was red/blue/yellow in windowframes and door. One paintjob, many thankful neighbors and several months later, I get an invitation to a voluntary “Collective of inhabitants”, the terms read like an opt-in HOA that you can never leave. A long list of restrictions, and no benefits? No thanks.
It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.
Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!
After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.
Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”, or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still a popular girl that was way out of his league.
“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.
“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”
“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.
“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”
“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”
Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.
“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”
“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”
This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.
“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?
“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.
That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.
“Are you friends with them?” “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”
A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.
“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”
“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.
“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.
A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.
The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.
“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”
“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”
“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?
Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.
And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.
“You can do this Peter, you got this”
Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.
Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.
Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.
“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.
“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.
“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”
“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”
The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?
Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”
Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.
“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”
“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”
“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”
“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”
The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.
Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.
“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.
“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”
Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.
“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”
She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.
“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”
She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.
“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”
Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!
Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.
His fingers sanked into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.
He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.
Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.
He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.
The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.
Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?
Peter realised the situation as well as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.
“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”
“Will I see you again?”
Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.
“Sooner than you think”
With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.
Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense
No spoilers homie
Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.
The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.
Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.
After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.
He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.
Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.
Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.
“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.
“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.
“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.
Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.
“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”
Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.
She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.
Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.
Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.
“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.
Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.
“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.
“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.
Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.
Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”
About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.
“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.
“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.
Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.
“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”
It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.
The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.
“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.
“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.
It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.
“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.
Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.
“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.
“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.
“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.
“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.
His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.
Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.
Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.
“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.
Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away.
Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?”
Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.
Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”
summary: that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair. virgin!kook
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warning: usual filth, basically sex ed with kook
It’s the way he stares. Eyes almost childlike, shining with an innocence so pure and wondrous. Resisting the urge to indulge in such vulnerability becomes a daily fight because you stare too, except it’s not sheer curiosity that is fuelling you, it’s unadulterated lust. A passionate yearning that has your heartbeat racing and skin setting alight, a fire so intense you ponder on whether or not he’d soothe it or ignite it further.
After having a quick dinner, you set the table with Jimin’s food and made your way to your room. You immediately started packing all that you could and all the while made a mental list of all the things you wanted to get at the store tomorrow before your in-laws would be home.
Jimin came to the kitchen a little while later and he was expecting you to be sitting at the table, eating dinner. But instead, he found some dirty dishes in the sink and his food set on the table. He hated eating alone, but he got used to it at night. Sometimes you would eat with him for breakfast, but you only ever sat in silence. You had one friendly conversation after all these months, so nothing was supposed to change in your dynamic… right? He sighed as he pulled his chair out and sat down.
The next morning, Jimin woke up to the sound of the vacuum. He turned to look at the clock and was surprised that it was already 9:30. Usually, he would have been at work by this time, but he had taken the day off in order to prepare for his parent’s arrival. He quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower in order to prepare for the long day ahead. He entered the living room a few moments later only to find it more clean than usual. You had always made it a deal to have the house clean, but everything was in tip top shape today. The magazines were all organized neatly on the coffee table and that vacuum patterns on the carpet were left to be admired. He looked up to your side of the house and found a few boxes outside. You exited your room a few minutes later, wiping off some sweat from your forehead.
You hadn’t heard Jimin wake up and you figured you would just let him sleep in on his day off. You weren’t really sure how much help he would be anyways.
“So…I guess I’ll move these boxes into my room then?” he asked, walking towards the first box.
“Oh. Uh, good morning. And yeah, that would be great, thank you” you said, thankful for the help.
Pretty soon, all the boxes were moved into his room and you were almost done cleaning the house. You had been up since 6am, cleaning and packing and rearranging the guest room. You still had so much left to do though and you were tired just thinking about it.
“How about you go unpack the boxes? I cleared out some space for you in the closet and in the bathroom” Jimin said. He could notice how tired you looked already, but the job had to be done. The act had to be perfect.
i’ve seen a lot of these posts but none of them really aligned with my experience. so here it is, how to survive freshman year from one of many sophomores in this community. please take everything here with a grain of salt.
before school starts:
you will not need nearly as many notebooks as you think you do. please, save yourself the time and money and hold off on buying them until you know how many you need.
try not to get stuck in the school’s mindset of what classes you need. for example, most freshmen in my school (on a trimester system) take Bio 1, Chem 1, then Chem 2. i took all of those classes, but i really didn’t need to take bio 1 because i’m planning to complete my bio credits with AP Bio (and also bio is one of my stronger subjects). chem 1 and 2 are the only prerequisites for AP Bio, so what i should have done was drop Bio 1 and take a fine arts class instead to fill up those requirements. tl;dr: play to your strengths and don’t listen to the school when they tell you something is “highly recommended”.
if you’re doing a sport, please know when you have to turn in paperwork to play. don’t miss the deadline or put off your physical.
when school starts:
try not to pack too much in your backpack on the first day. paper, writing utensils, a jacket, water (reusable bottles will save your life), your lunch/money, and your student id!!! (very important) should cut it.
take a picture of your schedule on your phone. if you get a map mark where your classes are and take a pic of that too. chances are that flimsy piece of paper dictating your entire day will get torn, crumpled or lost. i’ve seen people say it looks horribly freshman-like if you carry around your schedule all day, if that’s a thing you worry about.
if you get a class you don’t like (that’s not a required class), switch out of it asap. don’t try and suffer through it for the credits. it will suck.
it’s not a big deal if you need to drop or raise a level. do what’s best for your gpa. don’t feel horribly inferior if there are freshmen taking 2 APs when you’re taking none (like me) because they probably took classes over the summer. they’re not geniuses, i promise.
PLEASE, try not to carry too much stuff in your backpack. at my school we don’t have lockers and my shoulders suffered because i thought i could bring a 1L bottle, three reading books, my thick jacket, and two large pencil case along with all my school stuff.
YOUR SCHOOL ID IS YOUR LIFELINE. try your best not to lose it, and if you do, replace it as soon as possible.
if you have the extra money, buying two sets of pe clothes is incredibly helpful. trust me on this.
don’t stress too much, it’s really not as bad as it seems.
once school is well underway:
don’t freak out if you do badly on a test. one of my friends got a d on her midterm and ended up having an a in the class. you’ll have time to pull it up.
at the same time, don’t slack either. people say freshman grades aren’t that important, especially if you show improvement in later years, but don’t let your grades go to the dogs. freshman year is the time to build good habits, and colleges really like to see unweighted 4.0s (or so i’ve heard)
be nice to your teachers. even if they’re demon spawn. my friend had a much nicer time than i did with our hellish english teacher simply because she talked to her a lot while i barely spoke at all. if your teachers like you they might be more willing to round your grade up or give you extra credit work.
do your best to always be prepared and have your stuff with you. it’s not fun having to ask around for stuff.
join some clubs. it helps with meeting new people and finding things you love. if they have competitions, it doesn’t look bad on your resume if you win any.
if your school offers the PSAT to freshmen, take it. it’s a good way to look at where you are versus where you want to be come junior year when you’re eligible for the NMSQT.
volunteer! get those hours in when you still have time. weekends are great if you aren’t too busy then.
try to have the phone number of at least one person in each of your classes. group chats are also great, because people aren’t online all the time and you can ask a bunch of people for help all at once. don’t let them distract you, though. a lot of my group chats like to wander off topic and talk about other things.
homework is gonna take a lot longer than it did in middle school. utilize the time you have effectively and do what it takes to make sure you’re ready to get to work. for example, one of my friends would always nap right after school for a few hours, and then do her homework later. i usually grab a snack and go on my phone for a few minutes to revitalize.
if you have time during school, try doing your homework then. you’ll still be in the school mindset and people will be around for you to ask for help.
try not to stay up past midnight. you really won’t need to, and you’ll be glad for the extra sleep. if you have to choose between finishing a small math assignment or going to sleep early for a test tomorrow, take the hit for the assignment and get some sleep.
people and relationships:
dating in freshman year tends to be quite ephemeral. if you don’t, good for you. no one will judge you. if you do, good for you. don’t prioritize it though, and be prepared for your friends to constantly tease you about it.
don’t date people older than you, especially seniors. i know this has been said a thousand times, but for good reason. please. do not.
making friends with people in higher grades is always a good thing, though! in my experience, juniors love freshmen and are probably the easiest to make friends with. they’re really good if you need some advice and you don’t have to worry about them leaving next year. seniors will honestly not care about you unless you see them often. sophomores have a reputation of bullying freshmen (at least in my school), but a lot of them are nice and will be in some of your classes.
for me, high school actually had more drama than middle school. don’t be afraid to drop friends and don’t be worried if you lose any; you’ll make better ones later.
a lot of the kids in my middle school went to a different high school, so i was basically starting from Ground Zero regarding friends. don’t be too concerned if you don’t click with people right away; i found most of my current friends during the second and third trimesters.
bring a charger or a power bank to school if you know you’re gonna need it. you’ll be able to charge your phone during class (if your teacher is ok with it) and if you ask around for one chances are you won’t get it.
bring snacks. most teachers are pretty chill about you snacking during class, and it’s better to have your own stuff than mooch off your friends.
the rules are more flexible. you can use your phone in class depending on the teacher, they even let you listen to music while they’re teaching if you have earbuds.
go to the dances if you want. i didn’t go to any because i’m lazy and also i like to spend my money on other things, but a lot of my friends consider it an important part of the high school experience. football games can be fun too, even if you don’t like football (like me). there’ll be band and cheer and dance if you’re into that, and you can also hang out with your friends (the ones from the school your school is playing too!) and eat really unhealthy snacks. same with pep rallies, except no food.
if your school has a newsletter or weekly news videos, pay attention to them. they usually have important information on where new clubs are meeting, spirit weeks, deadlines, events, etc.
everyone is really spirited the first month or so and then after that they don’t care. follow their lead.
talk to your teachers if you need help. they’ll do their best to work something out for you.
there’s gonna be that one person who thinks the world revolves around them and gets on your nerves. chances are everyone else hates them too. be nice to them, but don’t hang around them.
you’re not alone. everyone else is just as worried as you. have fun, and don’t sweat it.
Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)
Word count: 3k
Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;)
There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!
A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!
Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.
You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.
Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.
You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.
You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.
A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.
the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my
fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting
on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.
came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see
anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything
was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears,
but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my
breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around
the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.
“Kevin called today just to say that he’s emailing me extra drills to add to my training regimen. Because apparently I’m getting slower? Whatever. I told him to fuck off, but like that’s ever worked before,” Neil concludes. Andrew makes a vague sound of agreement, but since they’re on the phone, Neil has a hard time judging just how uninterested Andrew really is.
“Anyway,” Neil says, “I met up with Travis after practice to work on plays. He actually knows his shit, you know? He has this idea to keep Wilson back so that Singh can have better control of the line, and it’s genius. Singh is obviously superior when it comes to—”
“Travis?” Andrew interrupts him, suddenly sounding a good bit more attentive.
“Yeah, Travis Patterson. The one from the University of Texas?” Neil waits for some kind of acknowledgement but continues anyway when he gets none. “He’s easily our best backliner, aggressive as hell but knows where to draw the line. And he’s smart too, like he actually thinks before he makes a move. Which is rare.” Neil rolls his eyes at the general state of talent in the Professional Exy League, even though Andrew can’t see him. If he could, he would probably just glare and call Neil a junkie, so maybe it’s for the best. “I think we’re meeting up again on Thursday to go over specifics, make sure everything will really click before I try to implement the switch at practice,” Neil says, almost to himself. He gets up from the couch and makes his way into his bedroom, opening the top drawer on his nightstand and reaching for the stack of orange sticky notes in the back corner. He jots down “Travis - Thursday @ 7:00” and heads to the kitchen to press it to the refrigerator until it holds.
“What are you doing this weekend?” Andrew asks out of nowhere.
“I have a home game on Saturday afternoon, and then that charity event thing on Sunday…” Neil says, and it almost comes out as a question. Andrew knows this already. His team is off this weekend, but Neil’s schedule is so booked that they agreed it wasn’t worth the five hour plane ride.
“I’m coming. I can be there Saturday morning. 9:35,” Andrew states.
“Uh,” Neil blanks a bit out of shock but decides not to question it. Like he would ever complain. “Okay, yeah. I’ll be there to pick you up.”
“Okay,” Andrew says, disinterested tone back in full force.
“Hey, are you—” Neil begins, but Andrew has already hung up.
It isn’t abnormal for them to hang up without a proper goodbye, but there is usually at least a bit more ceremony to it. Neil shrugs to himself, chalking it up to Andrew being Andrew.
Andrew fucking hates flying.
This is news to no one. So this spontaneous five hour flight with only two days of mental preparation may seem ill-advised. And it is. Andrew knows that it is. But he hits “confirm” to book it anyway, cursing himself every step of the way. But he could only listen to Neil go on and on about Travis for so long before he cracked.
Andrew knows exactly who Travis is. Travis William Patterson, 27 years old, 6’3” backliner from middle of nowhere, Texas, current starter for the Boston Hurricanes, #9. As a matter of fact, Andrew is looking at him right now. ESPN is showing Exy highlights from last weekend, and Neil’s team just happens to be up at this very moment.
The Neil on screen has just performed some ridiculous move that absolutely should not have ended with a goal but somehow did, and he is immediately met with high-fives from his teammates and an affectionate-looking hug from Travis. Andrew can most certainly be objective, and this exchange looks pretty platonic. But Andrew is also a man attracted to men, and he has to admit that Travis is good looking. Really good looking. He’s got that whole good ol’ boy, yes ma’am/no sir, homegrown Southern cowboy appeal. If you’re into that. Which Andrew definitely isn’t, and he doesn’t think Neil is either.
Andrew knows that Neil isn’t the cheating type, but that doesn’t stop Andrew from feeling just a little possessive over him. He and Neil have been together for eight years now, so Andrew probably has nothing to worry about. And yet here he is, watching several hundred dollars drain from his bank account thanks to this impromptu flight.
How could I refuse? I love writing this kind of scenario LOL! Hope you like it! <3
Meeting an artist MC before RFA
was supposed to be at a studio, that happened to be next by the university
he was struggling to find a place to park his bike, he ended up doing it at the
university parking lot.
soon as he took his helmet off, Zen heard this annoyed sigh behind him: “Ahh,
you’re finally here! Why didn’t you text me you were going to be late, dude?”
me?” “Let’s go. I’ve been waiting for you for hours!” you pout and man… he has
no idea what you’re talking about, but this pout makes him feel bad as if he
he follows you to the building a few steps next to the parking lot, he is going
to be late for his gig, why is he following you? Where to? Oh my god… why are
you dragging him to this dark room?
What was your name again?” “Zen, and you are…?” “MC, but you knew that. My friend
talked about me, right?” Not really… which friend? WHAT’S HAPPENING?
“Okay, you may take your clothes off now.” OH
WHAT? “Lady… whoa, uhm… look, you’re pretty bold, and I like bold girls, but uhm…
I’m not this kind of guy, especially not to cute girls like you and…” he
notices you’re not even listening as you walk to open the curtains and reveal
that this is a room full of canvases.
sorry if you had to come on the last minute, my deadline had been shortened, my
friend said you’re pretty chill with your posing schedules.” Well, that was
obviously a mistake and you’re looking for someone else, but uhm… why doesn’t
he feel like explaining it to you?
take your clothes off, we could start with some standing poses, how about that?”
oh, you expect him to…? N-no! Well, he understands this is about art, but still…
ahh, why is he feeling so shy?
he gathers courage to explain the misunderstood, only to feel really amused at
your mortified expression. “Oh my God! So now you’re late for your gig? I’m so
so sorry, sir! I… ahh, I knew you were familiar from somewhere, I…” “Hey hey it’s
fine! You just wanted to finish your project, it’s cool…” “OH MY GOD! MY
PROJECT! I’M STILL DELAYED AND I DON’T HAVE A MODEL!”
course you do!” he takes his jacket off, ignoring all your protests and
attempts of telling him to forget all this.
you don’t have much time, he’s here, he’s naked, his physique works
phenomenally… why not?
are so natural at posing, that was great, thank you!” “My pleasure, sweetie… I
hope I wasn’t too awkward…” “Not at all! You were perfect, your body is… really
perfect…” he smirks at your attempt of not sounding embarrassed.
just when he was about to ask for your name, his phone buzzed. It was the
client from the gig looking for him. So, reluctantly, he left.
none of the poses he did for the photographer felt as good as the ones he was
doing for you… so when you showed up at his apartment a few weeks ago, his
frustration towards hi broken leg was also because he couldn’t pose for you…
pulled an all nighter playing LOLOL and now was dragging himself to the
university like a zombie
he noticed the hallways looked a really different, but he was so sleepy he didn’t
mind too much.
just noticed something was really off when he heard you greeting him. Are you
in his class? No, he would probably remember a smile like this if he had it seen
there, I’m going to test some shading
effects, so don’t look directly into the light, okay?” What? Sit where? What
I’m sorry, I… am not sure what I’m doing…” “Oh, you don’t have to do much, it’s
just some bust sketches.” Okay… still not helpful…
is now fully awaken as he looks around the room, he never saw a class like this in the biology
building… because this isn’t the biology building, it’s the at one, ugh…
we could tart with some profile angles and the light hitting from the right,
okay?” “Uhm, yeah, sure, but uhm… why me?”
Oh… because you’re the model.” M-model? Him? Why would you even think that? “Aren’t
you? My friend told me the model always comes earlier on Tuesdays to help the
students who need more practice…” oh, you look a little embarrassed, there’s
nothing wrong about needing more practice…
feels bad for your flustered face, you looked so excited before. You were going
o draw him, he would like to see this. He… would like to know how you see him.
Sure! I didn’t know you were training… shading, that’s why I got confused.
Yeah, let’s start…”
this is so embarrassing, you’re looking at him with so much attention! And don’t
even get him started on when you go to him and touch his face to change the
position. Are you going to color this later? Because all you have to use is red
for his cheeks.
you so much! I think I’m getting the hang of this…” you smile. “Can… can I see
it’s so… beautiful, he looks so… adult in the black and white sketches… is that
really how you see him? Is that how he looks?
struggled a little with your hair, though. I didn’t think I did justice to it…”
“It’s perfect, you’re a great artist!” “And
you’re a great model” you smile sweetly, and he fells all warm inside.
he was no model, and it would be embarrassing if you even found out, so he
never set foot on the art building again. But you would find out anyway in the
thought bringing work to this café would make it feel less stressing
it was working a little, a lot of uni students would hang out there, so it had
a cool environment, somehow.
so cool when she noticed you looking at her from the table in front of her,
just some quick glances, but it was hard not to notice the attention and
curiosity in your eyes.
was starting to bother her, so she decided to call you out.
when she looked at you, you weren’t looking anymore, you were busy with a
pencil and a napkin.
maybe it was just her imagination… Ugh, she’s so stressed she’s seeing things
why would you look at her with so much interest?
no… you definitely are looking at her now! Yeah, you’re smiling straight at
her! This is not her imagination!
wrong, miss?” “Hum? Oh no, not at all… I think this light hits you really nice,
light? Oh… the sunlight? Well, it’s not even that bright since it’s late in the
Is it already that late? Ahh, she lost track of time in this place! She must
get back to C&R immediately and hand these papers to Mr. Han asap!
why she keeps thinking of what you said? Why were you paying so much attention
to her? Wait, why are you leaving? Hey, you left the napkin behind, won’t you
come back to throw in the trash can?
sighs before grabbing her stuff and walking to the table you were to pick the napkin
and do what you should have done.
no… she can’t throw it away, it’s… it’s a draw of her, and… it’s really cute…
would you mind if she kept it? Or was it a gift you left behind on purpose? She
would find the answer a few weeks later when you met at the RFA party.
was supposed to conduct a lecture to the business students.
he was waiting next to the stairs of the auditorium, typing on his phone.
took him a while to notice you sitting on the concrete handrails, in front of
him, but it was hard not to since you were at the same point of the stairs.
you didn’t seem to mind him, sketching furiously in you notebook.
when your eyes met his and you smile. “The architecture is beautiful, right?”
you commented, smiling.
it’s very imposing.” You chuckle at his answer. What’s so funny? “Great choice
yes… but what do you mean? Now his attention is completely driven to you
drawing, but you’re not paying any attention to him anymore.
you here for the lecture?” “Nope. I just like hanging out here, it inspires me.
The straight lines from the building in contrast to the trees it’s amazing.”
trees… yes, he barely noticed the trees. But they are, indeed, beautiful, it’s nice to
see a piece of nature among these buildings. Ah, now he gets what you mean.
everything, since he doesn’t know what you meant when talking about inspiration…
you a business student? He’s feeling quite curious on what someone so perceptive
you mind if I ask what is your degree on?” it slipped his lips before he
noticed “Art.” You answered, still sketching.
see… so you have no interest in
business, I suppose.” “I have interest in lots of things, from buildings to
trees, from art to business and so on. It’s good to have a wide view so you can
see the beauty in everything…”
get up from the rail and walk towards him. “Even on a trivial scene like a guy
messing on his phone.” You show the sketch to him. Oh… it’s him. He feels oddly
embarrassed, for some reason.
But there was no reason to. He would learn a lot more things with you a couple of
weeks later when you showed up at his penthouse.
was going to pick Yoosung up to hang out later.
Yoosung was nowhere to be found. Did he forget? Tsk… it would be a shame if
the LOLOL server went down that night… well, it can’t be helped when you forget
was smirking to himself when spotted you from across the hallway smiling to
yourself too and drawing
you looked at him… and lowered your gaze again, focusing on the drawing.
you drawing him? Nah, it couldn’t be…
since Yoosung stood him up, he should go back home and start working before the
boss would send Vanderwood to tase him.
seriously, were you drawing him? Ahh, he couldn’t leave without knowing what
were you doing…
there some camera that would capture from where you were standing? He could
hack it and see if…
glasses.” You said, walking towards him. “Thanks…” he scratched the back of his
head, feeling strangely flustered.
hair color too, do you know the YCMK for it?” He… knew, but why would he tell
this to a stranger? Why was he talking to a stranger if he wasn’t on a mission?
you must think I’m such a creep right now, sorry.” You chuckled nervously, and
he couldn’t help chuckling too, you were just so cute.
I should warn you that it’s hard to recreate such a unique hair color like mine…”
“I’m up for the challenge.” Oh… feisty! He likes it… wait, what?
I guess it would be a challenge to see your draw of me.” “If it is a challenge
for you to ask nicely…” oh god… you’re so adorable! How can he not ask nicely?
you show him. And it’s… AWESOME! It’s him drawn in a comic book style. He looks
like a super-hero, he looks like… the defender of justice. Ahh, if only he really was the defender of
bad he couldn’t really see himself in the way you did. That’s why he was feeling
even guiltier for putting you in so much danger, super hero would never let the love of his
life in this much danger…
just wanted some ice cream.
barely noticed he was near an university.
he was here, might as well sit and take a look at some students, maybe one of
them would work as good bait for his plan.
was caught up in his thoughts, but promptly noticed you sitting beside him in
what do you want?
nothing, as you were sketching something. You probably din’t even notice there
was someone behind you, weirdo!
was annoyed, because of you invading his space like this or because of you not
even noticing his presence? He didn’t know…
cleared his throat to get your attention… nothing. So he tried leaning
discreetly to your side, still nothing.
was only when a soccer ball fell in your direction that you took your eyes off
he said, noticing the ball almost hit your head. It wouldn’t hurt, but still,
people need to be more careful, for fuck’s sake!
looked around, trying to find the kicker, and as soon as you did, you got up
from the bench, yelling and cussing the person.
felt like laughing, it was such a difference from when you were drawing… your
voice was different from what he imagined, not that he actually put much
thought into it, but still, it was different.
he noticed you left your sketchbook on the bench, and after thinking a lot, he
decided to take a sneak.
coughed in surprise seeing himself, the pink from his hair, the mint from his
eyes and the black from his clothes… it looked really well put together, just
like he wanted his aesthetics to be.
saw some other sketches, the one in the following page was the sky painted in
watercolor… it could only be a sign, he found his target, and he would take the
sketchbook as reference to taking information about you. Don’t worry, he would
give it back when you would be with him in Paradise.
campus had a really nice view and a great light
the photographs would work very nicely.
He was taking pictures of the view and decided to photograph some of the students walking by
Then the camera’s lenses captured you in a very interesting focused expression
He spent some time looking at it, fascinated at how geat it turned out
So he wanted more angles, still trying not to let you notie, otherwise it would lose all the beauty of the spontaneity behind it.
When he walked a little behind you, he could catch a glimpse of what you were drawing…
He immediately recognized the turquoise hair, and got super flustered when one of the photos was you looking straight at the camera over your shoulder.
He got surprised, but still, it was a stunning shot.
“It’s not polite to photograph people without their consent.” you said, smiling teasingly.
“I wish I could say the same for drawing people without ther consent, but I don’t think is something that commom whatsoever.” you laughed. Ahh… can he take pics of you laughing?
“I guess it’s not, but I’ll apologize anyway, I just liked your hair color and poses when you’re photographing.” “There’s no need to apologize, it’s a beautiful work from a very talented and photogenic artist.”
You blushed, and he couldn’t hold back a minor fist pump for taking a pic of your expression.
Ahh, even the way you pouted and told him not to do that was absolutely adorable. So he offered his hand to you.
“I’m really glad we got to inspire each other,hope this happens again in the future.” well, the future was something neither you nor him could know by now. But for the very first time in a long time, he was genuinely excited for the things to come to him.
- his confidant is extremely difficult to work through. what responses he likes change depending on where you are in the story. each rank also needs a particularly large amount of points to advance, forcing the player to hang out with him often.
- his availability is slightly lesser than other confidants.
- you also can’t advance past certain ranks depending on where you are in the story.
- hangouts aren’t useless. aside from getting extra confidant points, of course, they actually give the player insight on akechi’s habits, mannerisms, and subtle hints as to his true likes and dislikes as opposed to what he acts like for his reputation. expectedly, this makes it easier to determine how to advance his confidant.
- you can give male confidants gifts. for akechi specifically, up until rank 5, he’ll reject any gifts you try give him, but interestingly, you’ll still get points for the next rank (you get the most points from kiddie toys and figurines and the least or none from practical things). after rank 5, he’ll start accepting them.
- where you are in his confidant at certain points in the story WILL affect the rest of the story, as well as how he acts in leblanc and his confidant availability.
- 11/20 shit below!!! wooo!!!
- if you’re at rank 3 or lower, 11/20 will play out just like in canon.
- if you’re between ranks 4 and 6, he will be silent and act apathetic and emotionless for all of 11/20. he will also be remarkably stiffer on tv.
- if you’re at ranks 7 or 8, he will comment on how he wishes circumstances were different and show faint regret. he will be downright skittish on tv.
- if you’re at rank 9 (the highest you can get by 11/20), he will show open sorrow and regret and lament about how he wishes joker had never gotten involved with him. he stops appearing on tv altogether.
- if you’re not at rank 9 by 11/20, everything thereafter plays out like in canon.
- if you dedicated the blood, sweat, and tears to worst best boy and got to rank 9 by 11/20!!!
- first, congratulations; you got the true ending assuming you don’t broker a deal with the false god later.
- secondly, shido’s palace doubles as the theft of his distorted desires and a rescue mission for akechi.
- a brief summary of off-screen planning: lure akechi into shido’s palace to confront and negotiate with him.
- again, if you’re not at rank 9 already, the confrontation will play out just like in canon.
- if you’re at my true ending, akechi will be remarkably more quiet and fragile until morgana points out that he liked joker.
- then it’s the same fights and loki stuff except he focuses on joker specifically a lot more.
- his battle quotes are also less broadly about killing the phantom thieves and are more centered on “why did you bother,” “you wasted your time,” “get the hell out of my face,” etcetera. self-deprecatory comments.
- after defeating him, he comments on things that he admires/envies about each of the phantom thieves specifically (morgana’s dedication, ryuji’s ability to grow from his past, ann’s strength of heart, yusuke’s passion, makoto’s leadership, futaba’s ability to accept the past, haru’s kindness).
- he goes on. a tangent. a full-blown antihero monologue about joker. it’s actually why cognitive akechi has the time to show up; he won’t shut up about joker (selflessness, social stats if they’re all maxed lmao, ability to let go of the past, attracting such amazing friends, blah blah blah he’s emotional).
- he has the same showdown with cognitive akechi; however, ann shouts at him that he can’t give up now (you can literally pry “akechi and ann are best friends” from my cold dead hands; more on that separately).
- each of the phantom thieves join in one by one, encouraging him and telling him that he doesn’t have to lie down and die for shido.
- joker is the last one to chime in. you can choose one of two things to say: “thesis and antithesis, right?” and “your justice isn’t ending here, is it?” (i’m so lame help)
- akechi gets a new smiling portrait and he looks 10000x more genuine than he ever has and he’s crying a bit, aw.
- cognitive akechi shoots first but listen. futaba uses protect so he’s fine. so then he shoots his cognitive self and rejoins the phantom thieves before closing the shutter. please listen to me on this; i refuse to kill akechi in my ending or give him an ambiguous off-screen ending.
- a bunch of emotional stuff oh my god
- justice rank 10!
- and then his arcana changes from justice to aeon. look stuff up on the aeon arcana; it’s PERFECT for him in redemption.
- the phantom thieves try to call him crow but he wants to discard of that codename since it reminds him too much of his betrayal; he changes his codename to ace. i made a post about that elsewhere.
- akechi gets to confront his father and change his heart. he almost kills him, but ann (again, you’ll have to kill me before i give up this headcanon) stops him. he gets to monologue before letting shido confess his crimes himself, regardless of the justice of forcibly changing one’s heart.
- timeskip to the eighth palace: akechi is really really pissed at yaldabaoth for setting him up to fail from the start.
- aaaannndd akechi ends up happy and with friends but he still has to face justice for the murders he did commit.
- he believes he deserves the death penalty because the kid can’t think in moderation, but as both a minor and a victim of shido’s manipulation, he is rehabilitated rather than punished. sae sees to it.
- timeskip to when he’s a free man: the ex-phantom thieves are ECSTATIC to see him, sojiro surprisingly doesn’t hate him, likely because of akira and futaba, and akechi breaks down crying because he still doesn’t think he deserves to be so happy, but he’ll take it anyway.
- i want him to be happy atlus please
Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.
Y/N was never great at opening up to anyone-not even her
family. She had learned to keep to herself, that way no one could leave her, no
one could take a spot in her heart only to rip it away later. All through
middle school and high school she had no friends, no birthday parties, no
graduation party, no sleepovers, no late night drives with anyone. At first she
was upset, and she started to open up in high school, but she quickly stops
when she couldn’t make any friends. It was too late, she was labeled as the
weird one, the only friends she had were on Facebook.
When college first begin she promised herself it would be
different, that she would try to make friends, and she did, she tried. The
first week she found a nice group of people, but as the month went on she found
the group chat dying and none of them ever spoke again. They waved, they smiled
at each other, but none of them responded to her texts, and no one bothered to
ask her to hang out. Her roommate was different, the two never bonded. Jessica
went out with her friends, and when she had friends over none of them ever
spoke to her. Y/N slowly learned that she was invisible, but she wasn’t
invisible to him.
Okay well, at first she was invisible to him. But when Harry
noticed her, he couldn’t stop noticing her. Harry found himself going to the
gym at the same time as her, he would run next to her, telling her about his
day. Y/N would nod, hum every once and a while to let him know she heard him,
but she never really talked back. Harry would ask her questions and she would
answer them but other than that she never really spoke, keeping it short and
simple, and he couldn’t tell if she was still upset with him.
A Few Quick Things About Forgiveness: What It Is and What It’s Not
- Forgiveness is not a one-shot deal, but a
daily lifelong process that might take a hundred times a day. This is
partially what Jesus meant when he said forgive seventy times seven.
It’s okay to be mad. It’s okay to grieve about what happened. You don’t
have to stuff these feelings. In fact, it’s better to feel them down to
the bottom if you want to make it back out.
does not mean friendship. Boundaries are necessary and you’re not
required to hang out with the people who hurt you. It’s possible to be
kind, but that doesn’t require becoming best buddies.
Forgiveness does not mean that the hurt should be forgotten or
dismissed. In fact, true forgiveness actually confronts the very real
hurt that was done to you and says, “This is not okay. This is something
terrible that requires that someone pays.” The Christian recognizes
that reparations are required, while at the same time we absorb the
emotional hurt with the process of forgiveness.
- Christians are
too quick to rush this process and it’s almost like they become lawyers
for the perpetrator instead of healers for the wounded. The people who
hurt you should still be held accountable, with all the mercy you can
give and with all the justice that they’re owed.
- When you feel
the rush of anger and hurt and sadness and confusion, let it happen. It
has to pass through your body, like flushing out poison. Write something
angry (don’t publish or send). Have the internal argument. Win the
argument. Vent with the gym. Weep until you get to that still place of
peace. And it might help to say, “What they did is not okay, but I still
have to live and love with my whole heart.”
- It’ll feel like
bitterness is easier. Sometimes it is. But in the long run, of course,
it only ruins dang near everything. We need people around us who remind
us of what love and trust and connection look like. Surround yourself
with those people.
- All throughout the Bible, the way that
God forgives is to “put the sin behind His back” or to “hurl our sin
into the depths of the sea” (Isaiah 38:17, Micah 7:19). We should
recognize that God does not say, “Forgive and forget.” That’s a worldly,
shallow type of forgiveness. Instead God chooses to deliberately acknowledge the pain and initiate a weighty healing process. Later
in Isaiah 53, it says “by his wounds we are healed.” In other words,
the forgiveness that God offers always comes with a cost. It’s not a
small thing. It requires all of us and all of Him to offer the divine
gift of forgiveness to another.
- If others get down on you for
not being able to forgive, they need to know your tempo and your
boundaries. It might be wise to work on a clear, gentle reminder, such
as, “What happened really hurt me and I hope you can appreciate how hard
this is and how much I need your help with forgiving.” This hopefully
puts others in a more compassionate position.
You have my prayers,
dear friend. None of this is easy stuff. We’ll mess it up and we’ll
feel like we hardly made progress on our worst days. But that’s
forgiveness. It’s a process, in progress, towards wholeness through the
hurt. It will hurt. That’s the healing at work.
Summary: Johnny gets on your nerves. Of course, this makes Johnny want you even more.
You weren’t attracted to Johnny by any means. He disgusted you. He was a playboy, flirting with every girl he saw. You constantly saw him on campus, a new girl around his arm each time. You lived in the same dorm as him but if you lived on the same floor as the guys, you were sure you’d see a new girl leaving his room every other morning. Thankfully, you lived on the second floor.
It wasn’t that Johnny was ugly because he wasn’t. In fact, he was rather good looking. However, his personality was too much for you. He could be so cocky and there was nothing that you hated more than a man with a huge ego. He had the looks, the grades, and more. He could play the piano, too. But none of that mattered to you. He annoyed you. His very presence annoyed you.
Sorry if I’m being a bother but would you be willing to write a Tom
Holland x reader fic where you confess to tom but he rejects you but
later on gets jealous/notices his feelings when the reader sort of
avoids him and hangs out with another friend (because she needs time to
heal or such)? I think this kind of plot has been done before but I
would love to see one from you because your work so far are really
good!! But I hope you are doing this only if you want to :))
a/n: i actually got really nervous writing this my hands started shaking and i got butterflies lmao but i hope it doesn’t seem too rushed or too short
( TOM HOLLAND X READER )
Today. Today. Today.
The simple word is on repeat on your mind for a single reason: today is the day you’d promised yourself something that you can’t go back on, no matter what. Your fingers curl around the long sleeve of your sweater, and your heart thumps hard against your ribs like a caged bird.
Despite the nerves swirling in your stomach, you climb the stairs that lead to Tom’s apartment, cracking your knuckles. You don’t manage to stop yourself from doing so, the habit more prominent when you’re nervous.
It seems like hours pass by until you’re standing in front of his door, fist raised in front of the solid wood, ready to knock. You swallow, and butterflies do loop-de-loops in your belly, rising up to the back of your throat. Before you can delay a second longer, you rap your knuckles against the door.
Having told Tom you were coming beforehand, it doesn’t take him long to shout a quick, “Coming!” from within. You’re able to hear his feet tap against the floor, hurrying to unlock the door and open it for you. As he does so, you’re met with his beautiful smile. His eyes light up when they fall upon you, and his grin widens.
You catch the moment where he recognizes that something’s off. His eyes squint a little bit and his hand falters on the door handle as he ushers you inside. You force a smile and try to act normal, but you trip when you walk past him, cursing vigorously inside your head. Smooth, real damn smooth.
He doesn’t laugh, even though he normally would, you know he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong with you today. “So.” He says, and with your back to him, you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he won’t ask what’s wrong. Thankfully, he doesn’t. Instead, Tom asks, “What do you want to do?” You shrug, one shoulder lifting a bit higher than the other.
Turning, you meet his gaze. “What do you want to do?”
“I asked you first.” He grins.
Your eyes roll, and you look back the other way, your eyes finding his couch, the nightstand, and a little figurine sitting on it, the one you bought him for his last birthday. Now or never, come on. “Um,” You begin, right as he says, “Is there something wrong - “
“Oh.” You say together.
“You first.” You say, an awkward, forced laugh pushing between your lips.
“Okay, uh, why are you acting so funny?” He rushes. “Did I do something, are you leaving, what’s going on?”
You swallow, hard. “You didn’t do anything, Tom, everything’s fine, everything’s…” Your gaze falls back on the figurine. “…actually,” you force out, “I have something to tell you.” At his worried expression, you shake your head, “It’s nothing bad, it’s actually, it’s um, I don’t know what it is.”
His brows tug together, forming a little line on his forehead. “You don’t know what it is?”
“No,” You sigh, wringing your hands together. “I, um, I know what it is.” Your throat suddenly feels like it’s closing as you exhale another shaky breath. “I - I like…you.” Once the words fall out, they won’t stop coming. “I have feelings for you, I don’t know if saying like is childish or whatever, because they might be stronger than just ‘like’, but I - ”
Tom cuts you off by saying your name, just your name. You can’t meet his eyes for what seems like the longest time. When you are finally able to raise your chin and look at him, there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart drop. It isn’t the sort of look he would have if he reciprocated, even a little bit. It’s pity. Pity. The notion that he feels bad or pities you burns your cheeks, and you step back, seeing the rejection written plainly on the lines of his face.
“Oh.” Your voice sounds hollow in your ears. “Okay.” Something rises in your throat, a hard lump that threatens to send tears spilling from your eyes. You push past him, shaking off the hand that lands on your wrist.
“No, wait, I’m sorry - ”
“It’s fine.” You choke out. “I understand. I just um, I just need to go.” Then you do something that makes you disgusted with yourself: you flee, and you cry. You’d promised yourself you’d never do something as stupid as cry over a boy, but it seems this is a day to break those promises.
Your feet land hard on the sidewalk as you run, carrying you around corners and down blocks until you’re all turned around and don’t know where the hell you are. Fumbling to pull your phone out of the pocket of your jeans, you tap the screen, sending out a call. “Hello?” You gulp. “I need some help.”
A few days later finds you curled up in the movie theater with a good friend, his eyes focused intently on the screen as yours are slightly unfocused, your mind playing The Event on repeat instead of allowing you to concentrate on the movie.
Tom had sent you a few texts, none of which were answered, embarrassment boiling in the pit of your stomach.
You‘d posted a picture on instagram with James, the boy sitting next to you, a few hours after you’d left Tom’s apartment, the two of you curled up beneath a blanket. There were no romantic feelings between you, he was more your brother than anything else, and had been the perfect shoulder to cry on, having faced a few rejections from a few different boys himself.
After the picture, Tom hadn’t bothered to try and contact you again. Some small part of you felt a little proud that maybe, just maybe you’d made him jealous.
You sigh. In your dreams.
A few hours later, James is walking you back to your apartment. He leaves you outside the building with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. “Love you.” You say.
“Love you too, sis.” He replies, a gentle smile curving his mouth.
You take the elevator to the fourth floor, looking down as it opens to play with your keys, heading a few doors down and turning the corner. Maybe if you were looking up, you wouldn’t have run into him.
Stumbling back, you begin to apologize profusely, but then his brown eyes have met yours, and the words won’t come anymore. Your cheeks flush as you remember, again, how you parted, and your eyes flick away. “Tom.” The word sounds a bit strangled when you say it, but he doesn’t comment. From the corner of your eye, you can see his fist clench within his pocket. Speaking with more bravery than you thought you had, you say, “Have something to say, do you?” His mouth twists. “Say it then.” You dare him.
“Do you really move on that fast?” It spills out before he can put a filter over his mouth, and your eyebrows raise, mouth dropping open.
“Seriously? You’re jealous? I thought you didn’t fucking care.” You snap. “Move.” When you pass him, he catches your shoulder.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Damn right.” You pull away, scrambling to fit your key into the lock.
“Please, just hold on for a second.” Tom pleads. Your brain tells you to go inside and shut him out, but your heart hurts and reminds you of how much you love him, how he makes you laugh, and the way his eyes soften when he looks at you. Resignedly, you wait, but you don’t look at him. He lets out a breath. “Maybe I am.”
“Maybe you’re what?”
“Jealous.” The word is barely decipherable.
You turn. “I thought you -
His head is shaking before you finish talking. A small seed of hope blooms in your stomach. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He says quietly. “And I don’t know how it took that to make me realize how…how I feel.” Your lips press together, the beginnings of a smile suppressed as he continues with difficulty. “I…I, I, um, I like you. Too. I like you too. Maybe even more than like.” Tom exhales loudly. “That was hard.”
Even though you enjoy watching him squirm, you wrap your arms around him, effectively cutting off whatever he was going to say next, an unbelievable amount of happiness practically glowing in your eyes. Tom’s arms come around you tentatively, then more firmly, pressing you against his chest.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers into your shoulder.
“You’re forgiven.” You pull back, and there’s a spark of something in the air when you lean forward again, something new blossoming as your lips find his.
A lovely anon requested: “hey im such a huge fan of your writing!! i was wondering if maybe you
could do a peter x reader based off the bruno mars song ‘talking to the moon’
please? thank you so much if you do!!!”
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader
Warnings: very few swear words, mentions of implied death?
Word Count: 2, 651
forward a few years from now, Reader is an advanced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Tony
Stark’s adopted daughter who’s gone on an undercover mission and Peter Parker
wishes there were things he’d said before they left.
song is so good and I had too many ideas I couldn’t sort them out which is why
this ended up being a huge mess. I apologize in advance for this. The reader
and Peter Parker are in their early twenties. I literally wrote this under the
full moon which I think is pretty awesome. Also, as you may be able to tell,
I’ve been catching up on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
gone for six months now. A little more than six months actually; 191 days as of
tonight to be exact. 191 days ago, you got the offer to go on the undercover
mission of a lifetime, the duration indefinite. 191 days ago, you had to leave
immediately without so much as a goodbye to anyone. 190 days ago, was when you
last communicated with the boy- now man, you are in love with.
after you were whisked away, you managed to slip an encrypted message through
your adoptive father, Tony Stark, to let Peter know that you were okay. It was
totally illegal and you spent the whole night encoding and encrypting when you
should have been getting your rest for the mission.
your father had the means to keep tabs on you throughout the project and you
knew he’d give the team updates about you. You were never safe, but at least
you were still alive. Little did you know, for the past two months you were
totally off the radar and no one had any idea if your cover was blown, or if you
were still alive.
For a while
you didn’t think you’d make it out. All you could think of in those moments, was
that you might die without ever telling Peter how you felt.
Okay so I know there has been a lot of buzz around the internet about the subject of LaFou, sexuality, and queer representation lately and now that I’ve seen the movie, I want to put in my two cents.
If you’ve been living under a rock for the last few weeks, many people have been talking about LeFou being gay and getting a “gay moment” at the end of the film. Vanity Fair put out an article calling the character “ a touching tribute” to Howard Ashman” Many of us LGBT+ folks are obviously not happy with this character, who is literally “the fool” being a bone that’s thrown to us. Many, including myself, where infuriated by the article because not only was Ashman the man who saved Disney from bankruptcy with hits like The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the beast and the formula he created is still successfully used by Disney today, he was a gay man who died of AIDS. So you can see why many of us think calling a villainous side character a “touching tribute” is a gross cop out on Disney’s part. On the flip side, some christian parenting groups are made because our existence is acknowledged in anyway, even if the representation is bad. A theater in Alabama even refused to carry the film. Needless to say, many people had lots of opinions.
All that being said, I’m not here to preach to the choir, nor am I here to argue with anyone about whether of not LGBT+ people are are “appropriate” for a disney movie( hint hint we are) I really want to talk straight people who don’t get why LGBT+ people are upset. I need to share my personal experience with the movie to maybe help some people understand. I know I can only speak for myself, but here it is.
I’ll start off by saying, overall, I enjoyed the shit out of this movie. Beauty and the Beast was one of my favorite films as a child. I knew all the songs, I was Belle for multiple halloweens. I loved the over the top, Rogers -and -Hammerstien esque feel of the remake, i liked the bright colors, the songs and grumpy clock Ian McKellan. I want to get lost in how much I loved it. But every time LaFou came on screen, he was like a fly in the ointment, the irritating itch that kept me from enjoying this ridiculous spectacle for exactly what it was, because every LaFou scene was a gay joke.His mannerisms were carefully an explicitly coded to be recognized as those of a gay man, which are not a bad thing on their own but they were played for laughs and combined with a comic, pining-induced subservience to Gaston. He’s hangs on Gaston’s every word, he tells the girls no to waste their breath, he soothes Gaston’s temper. He’s a joke, one we have seen many times before, a weasely ,queer-coded villain. It’s supposed to be funny to us because we know this silly gay man is NEVER going to have his affections returned and all his work if for not.( ie he’s making a fool of himself, so he’s aptly named) It’s something you get used to when you’re queer and grow up watching Disney films though, so for the most part, I rolled my eyes and tried to enjoy the scenery.
Until Gaston’s song started.
Now let me start by saying, that has ALWAYS been my favorite song in the film. I have a very naturally loud voice that carries and as a kid I loved to belt the shit out of it when it came on our Disney’s greatest hits CD. It drove my sister crazy on car trips. It’s so silly and it’s poking fun at this hyper masculine douche bag you’re not supposed to like. Luke Evans had been killing it up to that point and I was so jazzed about it.
And then, we get LaFou, lounging on Gaston’s chair, gazing at him longingly. Gaston looks at him and asks why the girls to love him and LaFou sighs dramatically, like the comedic stereotype they have set him up to be, and says he hears he’s been clingy.
And everyone in the theater laughs.
Everyone but me.
Because in that moment, everything snaps into alarming clarity. I am no longer immersed in the nostalgic euphoria of an actor I love about to preform a cherished piece of my childhood.
I am a joke and everyone it laughing at me.
Because that’s what it feels like, when you see someone like you splashed on the screen and their feelings being the thing that makes them laughable. When there mannerism that are directly coded to read GAY PEOPLE are the joke. You see the thing about sterotypes is, some of use have those traits. I am clingy as hell, a joke often made about wlw, which I am. I know effeminate gay men. I know people who have fallen in love with straight people. None of those things are inherently bad or make you a bad or shallow person but somewhere along the way, straight people decided they made us wrong and decided to use those things against us and turn it into a joke. People in the theater were laughing about LaFou’s pining for Gaston, while I had lost friends because I was queer and some women don’t want to be friends with you if they think you’re going to fall in love with them. The rub of knowing this was a conscious choice on the part of the filmmakers. Why not have Cogsworth rush into the arms of a long lost husband, instead of Mrs. Potts? You can’t tell me Sir Ian wouldn’t have been all for that. You had two promient gay actors in this film, which was scored by a gay man and the best you could come up with the villain’s side kick who’s name means fool? Really?
And adding insult to injury, it wasn’t LaFou as a person that was the fool, his gayness MADE him the fool in the context of the film. It was his pining for Gaston, to try and impress him, that was played to make him look foolish. Do you know what that says to people? That being gay makes you a fool, it makes you a joke. I’m 27, I’ve learned how to pack that shit up and process later, but what if I had been 16? 10? What does that say to gay parents, sitting in the audience watching their child laugh because social cues tell them this thing is funny and you should laugh? What LaFou really says to LGBT+ people, to gay men especially, is that you are good enough to put in the labor, to make this beautiful thing(Ian McKellan and Luke Evans did great work as Cogsworth and Gaston and without Howard Ashman, there would be no beauty and the Beast.), but you are not good enough to be well represented in it.
So straight Disney fans, before you feel the need to tell us why we are “making something out of nothing” or that we should be “glad” for what we get, or that his half assed “redemption” arc or a single moment of him touching another man made it all better, I need you to imagine sitting in a theater, and knowing everyone is laughing at you. Laughing at who you are, at the struggles you deal with. Imagine the things that have shaped you being watered down and played for comedy before you tell me what is or isn’t good queer representation.
Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love
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A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!