Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok] Genre: DanceAU, fluff, slight smut. kWriters April Prompt: Performance Arts!AU Word Count:7k
“I’ve never danced with someone like you before. You drive me crazy.”
Getting into your dream dance studio was the least of your worries once you finally got accepted in. Your new worry was wether or not you’ll be able to make it through the dance competition event the studio was hosting, not only because you’re nervous that you’ll screw up, it being your first event for the studio, but also because you just so happen to be attracted to your new dance partner.
I just saw a post within the past day about fidgets for kids that need them being banned because of them becoming a fad with neurotypical kids. The photos are an email I got today from the principal of one of the schools in town.
I have three kids, two of whom need fidgets during their school day and one who does not. Does the NT kid think it is unfair that they can’t bring certain things to school? Yeah. And so we talk about it, and about how everyone having the exact same things isn’t actually fairness.
Be aware of your kids. Be aware of what they need. And talk with them. Help them understand that “fair” is not necessarily “everyone gets to have the same thing.” Different kids have different needs, and therefore need to be accommodated differently.
I asked my grandma about the war when I was in fourth grade. I’d just learned about the World Wars in history that week, learning for the first time about the bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, as well as the internment of Japanese Americans in the United States. I still remember how many of my classmates, and even my teacher, had looked directly at me after discussing the Japanese involvement in the war. I was one of two Asian kids in my entire school, and the other was Filipino. I’d wanted to hide under my desk and my face burned with my discomfort.
“Do you remember the bombs?” I asked her. We hadn’t talked much about my grandmother’s life in Japan up to that point. My Aunt Etsuko had just come into our lives, and I had only gotten bits and pieces since then—things that I needed to know to understand what was going on, but not anymore than that. There had been some things from Japan that my grandma had passed on to us: kimonos, getta shoes, geisha dolls, folk songs, food—trivial things that I could learn from the internet if I really wanted to, nothing personal. But now I’d been exposed to enough of hers and Japan’s past to be curious.
I wanted answers, I wanted to know.
My grandma contemplated the question for a moment, taking her time to come up with an answer. I waited patiently, letting myself get distracted by the decorations in her room. To this day I like to refer to my grandma’s bedroom as “Little, Little Tokyo” because it is and always has been the most Japanese room in all our homes.
“I was very little,” she began. “Eight or nine years old. I was outside catching bugs with my younger brother, the first born of the two boys and the third born of the five of us. Nobuhiko. We had glass jars to catch them with, and then there was a boom and a shake and I fell to the ground.”
She rolled up her pant leg then to show me a white scar on her right knee. “This is where I cut myself. The jar broke when I fell and it stabbed me.”
“Were you living in Hiroshima?” I’d asked.
She shook her head, slowly. She’d always been very gestural in her speaking and used lots of verbal confirmations that she was listening to you. Now that I’ve been to Japan in my adult years and spent more time with other Japanese people, I know that this is a cultural characteristic, one that I personally quite enjoy.
“No,” she said. “I was a couple hour away from Nagasaki. Close enough to feel it, far enough not to be hurt by it.”
I nodded in response, not sure what else to say.
“You know, Megan,” she said, her face scrunched up in concentration and looking that the ground to the side of me. She did this a lot when talking to me about something serious, still does today. “War is a terrible thing. It ruins everything! I don’t ever want to experience that sort of thing again and I’m glad that you and your mama have never had to see war. That is why I come to America—because I want a better life for me and my children and grandchildren. Japan was completely changed by the world. It was very sad, very damaged, you know.” She paused, staring at the same spot on the floor and nodding her head rhythmically. “War ruins everything, Megan. Everything.”
what do you think about the zigi racism drama that's going on lately...???
Well, hi! As you know, I usually don’t comment on fandom drama on here, since this is my art blog. But as it is a serious topic right now, I will say a few words.
Apparently it all started with a video posted in which Gigi held a cookie the shape of a Buddha’s face, or a sumo wrestler’s face, shutting her eyes while grinning. I gather that this has been construed as mocking Asian people. I have only seen a screencap.
I am Asian (if it isn’t already clear from my avatar). When I first saw the screencap, I felt nothing. I thought maybe she was just smiling very hard; anybody’s eyes squint when they smile big. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt, you know? I suppose I might have also been hardened or jaded from my personal experiences. For a few years I lived in a rural white community where I was one of only two Asian kids in the entire school. In fact, even the teachers made racist remarks, so there was no stopping the kids. Then, I moved to a different state and attended high school in a predominantly black neighborhood. Throughout this, I’ve had all sorts of things lobbed at me, some of which was unintentionally due to people’s ignorance, others formed by purposeful hatred. Gigi’s action is the kind I become immune to and don’t care about when there are more dangerous, threatening acts of racism that are competing for my attention.
That said, I speak only for myself; other Asians can deem this very offensive, and I do find their reactions valid and respect their stance. A public figure certainly should try to be responsible about the image they project and the messages they send. It would have been best if those insensitive actions didn’t occur; the way Gigi and Zayn’s teams handled the aftermath didn’t help at all.
I would also like to criticize the drama-seeking people who jumped into the fray for questionable motivations (under the disguise of the real issue) and made the situation messier. A Japanese friend of mine said non-Asian twitter users attacked her, offended that she chose not to be offended about the matter. Why should non-Asians feel entitled to tell Asians how to react to Asian-related things? I find that ridiculous. Also, I suspect there were no small amount of people who disliked Gigi for other reasons for a while now, or wanted Zayn to be single or with someone else, and pounced upon this situation as their outlet to release pent-up emotions.
I think these people’s over-the-top actions, sadly, made it tougher for the valid responses from Asians to get addressed properly. When faced with such disproportionate vehemence, anyone would get defensive. It’s tragic that Zayn would crack the ill-suited joke, and then try to defend himself from further backlash with more faux-pas statements. I don’t think that experiencing racism automatically makes a person immune to committing racist acts themselves. (Some of the most blatant racism could come from other minorities, in my experience). While I object to the semantic logic behind his tweet, I think that once he opened his mouth, he was doomed: there was no way he could say anything people wouldn’t attack him for, in the situation. Ultimately, I just find it tiresome that Gigi couldn’t resolve her own incident. Now that things have happened the way it has, some people have even forgotten that Gigi was the source of it all, instead orgasmically lost in chewing up Zayn. That boy is flawed and makes some serious mistakes, no doubt about it. But some people in the fandom in their eager “righteousness” revealed themselves to be low, just as guilty of the faults they accuse him of, sometimes much, much worse. I have to say that though Zayn let me down, it’s the demonic hypocrisy in the fandom that made my stomach turn.
Okapi was picked to go to an arts camp this summer that where she had to be selected by her arts teacher to attend. It was a free week long day camp from 8-12:30 run by a local church. The church does two camps each summer, one in the city for city school kids and one in county for the county school kids. They get breakfast, lunch, and will provide transportation if necessary. At the end of the school year my sister (who works at Okapi’s school) was asked if I would be interested because forms were due that day and the teacher had another spot. I don’t know if the teacher forgot or someone else didn’t want to do it but Okapi was picked because the teacher knew my sister could get the info and fill out the forms for me- which she did. Whatever the reason, I’m really glad Okapi got to go.
The kids got to pick their choices for classes; everyone got art and the there was harp, violin, dance, guitar, piano. I picked dance and guitar for her. I own a guitar that I can play a few chords on so I figured if she could alway use her week of skills to play around on that and dance because she loves it.
Okapi came home every day that week talking about camp and what she learned. She played around on my guitar and practiced the song they were working on in class. She was ready for their recital at the end of the week and did great. She was so excited. I reminded her to thank her teachers and she went and told them her favorite parts of the week before we left.
Yesterday, we got a letter in the mail saying she had been selected for a scholarship for their school year private lessons!!!! I had looked at the lessons but at $700 for the year, no way could I swing it. Now she gets to do it anyway AND they give her a guitar to use. They have to commit to actually practicing and if they don’t they can be dropped. There is also the possibility of discounted lessons, with a sliding scale based on income, after the first year. Yay!!!!
Klaroline Mashup event day 2: The parent-teacher conference
This is my drabble for the Klaroline Mashup Event day two: Object prompt: A belt, A coffeemug and a notebook. (highlighted in the fic)
Set after TVD Season finale but not following TO finale.
Hint: Listen to Regina Spektors Braille
Caroline sighed deeply as she rubbed her temples putting away the papers. Magical kids were the cutest thing ever. Their parent’s were not!. She could categorize them in three different types. One: The ones who mean well but have absolutely no idea how to handle a magical child. And therefore didn’t get how much work Caroline put in their education Two: The ones who dump their kid in the boarding school because magic needs to be hidden and concealed. She liked those the least. And lastly the very few percent who actually understood what was happening to their child and who were supportive and caring towards them. It made Caroline all the more grateful for everything her mother had done for her in her time. Only when realising how much work parenting actually was, did she truly understand her mother’s sacrifices.
Today had been parent-teacher day at the school. So basically that meant Caroline was having parents over all day talking to them one on one about their child’s progress. She didn’t like having to talk to the parents in all together in group. In a school like this every child was so different it was just easier to plan the meetings per parent one after another. She had met with them all day and she was now starving. Before the last parents came she figured she should have a blood bag and unwind for a second. If the parents were human and she was hungry and they were assholes, things could get really awkward. She checked her watch 9p.m. . Most kids would be either home for summer or asleep. If she hurried she might catch Josie and Lizzie before they fell asleep. Silently she sneaked upstairs opening the door just a little to check if the girls were sleeping. She heard a lot of noise and opened the door more firmly finding her girls jumping up and down the bed laughing hard waving their little plastic magic wands they had held onto for dear life over the last year or so.
‘HI MOMMY!!” Josie exclaimed waving her hand very hard.
“Why aren’t you two in your pyjamas and sleeping yet? Where is your father?” Caroline asked surprised.
Both girls started giggling hard looking at the corner of the room. Caroline went to see what they were laughing about only to find Alaric magically tied to a chair with a pink bow on his head and red lipstick on his face. Caroline tried very hard to not burst out in laughter when she saw him, trying to keep a strict composure for her daughters. But it was very hard.
“Girls how many times do I have to tell you! No magically tying up your father and putting makeup on him!” Caroline scolded the girls while untying Alaric.
The girls just laughed as Alaric went to wash his face in the girls’ ensuite bathroom. When he came back out he swept them off their feet lifting them up in the air.
“Ok you little rascals, get your pajamas on and say goodnight to mommy’ he said laughing as he already forgave his daughters and brought them over to Caroline.
“Goodnight Mommy, we love you” The girls said in sync with faces as innocent as angels. It was very hard to believe they could be such little devils when they looked so angelic.
“Goodnight girls” Caroline said kissing them both on their foreheads. “ I love you too”
“Will you read us a story mommy?” Lizzie asked hopping into her pyjamas.
“I wish I could babygirl, but mommy has more meetings, i’ll read you a story tomorrow night ok?” Caroline smiled.
“And sing us a song?” Josie asked.
“A story and a song! Got it” Caroline sitting down to get on their level as she buttoned up Josie’s onesie.
“You promise?” Josie asked again giving her mom the serious look.
“I Pinky promise!” Caroline said with an equally serious look.
“Ok triple pinky promise” Lizzie said holding up her pinky between Caroline and her sister.
The three girls all hooked their pinkies into each other and shook them like a secret handshake.
“I triple pinky promise”’ Caroline vowed. “But now I really do have to go… Sweet dreams girls” She smiled before closing the door and heading back downstairs.
Caroline headed back to her room and took a blood bag from the secret vault inside. There was nothing like a little B-Positive to lift up her spirits! It really was the best of blood groups and she thoroughly enjoyed the wordplay on it. She poured the blood in a coffee mug and threw the empty bag in her private garbage bin. She had gotten into the habit of keeping her garbage separated from the rest of the school, even though everybody knew she was a vampire she still was pretty discreet about her feeding towards the school and staff. She checked her hair re-doing it in the professional ponytail it was in before and touched up her make up. She had debated putting on glasses to come off more professional but seeing as how everybody knew vampires didn’t need glasses it would pretty much deduct from the purpose anyways. A little spray of her new perfume would definitely mask the last lingering blood smell on her lips and then she was on her way back to her office downstairs.
She settled in looking through the different files wondering who was the last parent to show. It had been a last minute addition on the list so she didn’t yet get a name from whose child it was. Not that she needed that much prep. Over the course of the last two years the school had gained close to a hundred different students and Caroline knew every one of them by heart, name and progress , she didn’t need to read anything of off a piece of paper she could just talk freely because she was involved in every child’s education personally.
The clock past to 9.30 pm exactly and there was a knocking on her door.
“Come in” Caroline said sweetly closing her laptop.
“Miss Caroline, the last parent is here to see you” Beth her assistant said.
Beth had been such a life saver. She was as much of a control freak as Caroline was. An expert in planning and she work very hard. She was a witch by trade but had had a full education within her family. In many ways she was a very good asset to the school. She knew that not every child born in a witch clan was as lucky as she had been and so she devoted her life just like Caroline to making sure as many children whatever supernatural background they had, were helped.
“Thank you Beth, send them in” Caroline smiled.
“It’s just the father…oh and FYI…he’s gorgeous..” Beth grinned.
“BETHANY!” Caroline laughed at her assistant. “We are professionals! We can’t talk about the parents of our children like that!……….Wait till they leave then we can gossip over who has a hot dad ok!”
“Got it Miss Caroline” Beth laughed back holding onto the map of papers she was carrying.
“Can you just start calling me Caroline, the whole Miss thing makes me feel very uncomfortable. Who’s the parent? My notebook doesn’t show the name of the last appointment”
“It”s Hope Mikaelson’s father, Klaus Mikaelson” Beth said casually.
Caroline closed the drawer where she put her laptop in rather harshly crushing her fingers in between it as she went from pure shock.She nearly choked on herself and started coughing.
“Fuck!” She cursed waving her fingers up and down as they went from healthy pink to black and blue and then pink again after a few seconds. Thank god for vampire healing.
“Now that’s no way of speech around the children, love” A husky voice said from behind the door.
“Klaus” Caroline breathed his name her eyes finding it hard to believe he was actually standing there before her.
“You two know each other?” Beth asked suddenly very interested.
“You can say that, yes” Klaus shot his signature bad boy grin and winked. Beth nearly fainted then and there.
“Thank you Beth you can go now” Caroline urged her protesting assistent out of the door.
There was a long silence between them where they stared at each other. He looked really good. Better than she remembered. His hair was shorter on the sides and longer on top now thick curly and waving and golden from the New Orleans sun. His eyes glittered with a boyish gleam, sparkling on her. His lips looked rosy and plump ready to be kissed. Caroline felt herself focussing on them, reminiscing about their taste. She felt a flutter inside her. She had to stop this now!
“What are you doing here?” Caroline asked trying not to meet his gaze as she sat back behind her desk.
“Well I was under the impression it was a parent teacher conference night sweetheart, I’m a parent, you’re the teacher..” Klaus grinned
“Oh…right… You want to talk about Hope ofcourse” Caroline said feeling silly for thinking he was here to see her. “ Well she’s actually doing really good, which is why I didn’t expect you or Hayley… I mean she misses you guys but she’s made friends here and she’s very intelligent, picks up really fast. She’s in the advanced class for wiccan reading actually I think i have some of the homework she made the other day right here hold on” Caroline spoke fast without taking a breath still organising papers that were already perfectly fine. She needed to do something to keep herself busy and not come across as clumsy as she was feeling.
“Darling stop rambling and take a breath” Klaus smiled sitting relaxed in front of her.
“Stop making me nervous so I can take a breath” Caroline snapped back and stopped fidgeting with her papers.
“Am I make you nervous?” Klaus leaned in his smile making his cheeks dimple in that irresistible way.
“That’s not what I meant…Look let’s just stay professional here ok, we’re here to talk about your daughter’s progress” Caroline said taking a breath and rolling her chair back a little creating space between them.
“Alright Caroline,fine let’s be professional” Klaus said said slightly licking his lips at her.
His smell overwhelmed her and she breathed it in deeply. God she really had gone too long without getting laid and being a vampire after awhile she just got horny as hell. The way he whispered her name gave her goosebumps. Her body reacting to his much more than it should. Because he was doing it on purpose, she realised suddenly.
“Klaus stop” Caroline said firmly trying to keep the blush from her cheek.
“Stop what love?” Klaus asked chuckling.
“This…i’m not doing this with you, we are here to discuss your daughter” Caroline gestured her hands between the two of them and looked him straight in the eye hoping he would take her seriously.
“Sweetheart I know she’s doing perfectly fine here she tells me in every phone call and letter she writes and she comes home in the weekends to talk our ears off” Klaus smiled trying to relax her. He backed away again giving her some air to breath.
“Then what are you doing here Klaus” Caroline asked. But it was not a mean question. Caroline was just tired and didn’t feel like playing the games the two of them usually played.
“Well I sort of expected to hear something from you after my last letter” Klaus said talking about the letter he said and the money that came along with it. “Aside from the “The children thank you” card I mean.” He quickly added.
Caroline just fell silent. She had thought many times about calling him, or driving to New Orleans in person. She had even wrote him a letter, but after more than a year it was still resting firmly in her desk the fear of sending it to him was just too great.
“I’m sorry… i’ve been busy” Caroline whispered looking for an excuse.
“How have you been Caroline” Klaus asked placing his hand so closely against hers his thumb against her pinky.
“Like I said busy” Caroline pulled her hand away.
A hint of hurt flashed through his eyes as she pulled away from his touch. Caroline felt bad for him. She wasn’t trying to be mean. But it only had been little over a year since Stefan and though she knew she would be ready to love again at some point. She didn’t know if NOW was the right time. Maybe it was too soon.
“How are the girls? I loved meeting them last year, they are so much like you…full of light” Klaus smiled trying to change the subject.
“They really liked meeting you too…thank you for keeping them safe in New Orleans” Caroline nodded realising she hadn’t officially thanked him for that.
“Ofcourse love…now how about we get you out of this stuffy office and go get a drink…is that bar your friend Bonnie blew up rebuilt yet?” Klaus suggested getting up from his seat.
“It isn’t, and no Klaus it would be extremely unprofessional of me to go out with a parent, we can’t start this up again. I’m not ready and even if I was me dating a parent like a said is unprofessional” Caroline refused with every last bit of strength she had.
“Who said anything about a date love? As I remember you were the first friend I ever made, so i’d like to buy my first and therefor oldest friend a drink, not that i’m calling you old or anything love” Klaus explained handing her the jacket that was hanging from the hanger at the door.
Caroline felt stupid again for assuming he was already chasing her again. It had been years since they had seen each other, obviously he was over his infatuation with her maybe even met somebody else. For her to assume he was here out of a love interest for her almost felt arrogant now. “You’re right…sorry..but i’m buying the drinks then!” She smiled taking her jacket.
“Sounds fine by me ,two old friends having a drink and if we just happen to have killer hot hybrid sex afterwards it’s only a bonus” Klaus joked.
Caroline punched his shoulder as they both laughed at the memory of what she had once asked from him so many years ago in the woods when he was in Tyler’s body.
They ended up in a shady dive bar on the side of the road which looked like nothing a respected mother of twins and headmistress of a boarding school would ever be seen. Nevertheless Klaus promised her it was a fun place and reminded her not to judge something by it’s look. The bar seemed empty. Aside from a few local drunks hanging at the bar. As they walked in Caroline smelled something familiar. A smell she had only recently gotten familiar with, burned Angelica root. Used for enhancing psychic powers and strength to a woman. Either the bar had a very strange odour, or there was a witch around. Her questions were quickly answered when they walked up to the bar.
“Well if it isn’t the Original asshole himself” The bartender said hopping over the bar with ease.
The girl was the spitting image of what a witch should look like according to textbooks. She had a very pale complexion and deep grey eyes. Her hair was raven black - although Caroline suspected a dye job - curling big and poofy till her shoulders and she wore bright red lipstick forming the curves of her lip shape. In a dark almost goth way she was extremely beautiful. The tight black ripped jeans she wore that were cut off all the way till her thighs. And on top of that a black band top. She looked in her early twenties and when Klaus kissed her hand Caroline felt a stab of jealousy.
“Always a pleasure Orphelia, you look gorgeous as always” Klaus smirked releasing her hand.
“Who’s the babe” The girl named Orphelia asked nodding to Caroline.
“Keep it in your pants will you, she doesn’t swing your way” Klaus chuckled as Orphelia was checking out Caroline.“Caroline this is Orphelia, a erhm… friend of Freya’s she owns this bar. And watch out she has a thing for blondes”
“So you’re the famous Caroline Forbes, really nice to finally meet you” Orphelia said extending her hand to Caroline with a friendly smile.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too…how do you know me?” Caroline asked confused shaking Orphelia’s hand.
“This one told me about the school you’re running, that’s really cool, we could use a community like that where all the species get along” Orphelia released Caroline’s hand again.
Caroline suddenly liked her more when finding out she was more interested in the lady Mikaelsons then the men.
“What do you guys want” Orphelia asked looking at Klaus hopping back over the bar.
“Just bring us a bottle of the usual”Klaus nodded as he guided Caroline to a booth.
“She seems nice” Caroline smiled trying to make conversation.
“She’s a good ally, back when she was still dating Freya she was a huge help in trying to discover Hope’s powers and controlling them” Klaus explained more matter of fact than anything else.
“So you’re sister is gay?” Caroline asked finding it it very modern for the oldest person on the planet to be this open about the subject.
“Statistically one out of the seven of us had to be…personally my money was on Elijah” Klaus joked with a light chuckle.
Caroline loved that careless chuckle he let out once in awhile. It was so damn sexy. She really had to stop thinking about how sexy he was…or smelled. Or the memory of his touch that they in the wood… Snap out of it forbes Caroline thought to herself as she was ripped out of her thoughts by Orphelia bringing them a bottle of what looked like very expensive bourbon. Very uncharacteristic for a dive bar to have this expensive brand.
“Orphelia keeps it some place safe for when we come by” Klaus explained pouring both Caroline and him a glass.
“So anyway next thing I know Kol’s eyebrows are on fire, Rebekah is running around with a fire extinguisher and Elijah is telling us we are grounded for the next century” Klaus explained the clou to his anekdote.
Caroline laughed loudly en genuinely holding onto her stomach. They had been talking for hours, sharing stories about the last years of their lives, their children, their cities. It has been so easy to talk to him. The bar had gotten more crowded as the night came. Caroline had noticed how there were a lot of supernaturals in the bar. But surprisingly they all seemed to leave each other in peace. Though she and Kol had only met a few times, the bar seemed like a very Kol place to hang out. It had it’s charm. Although considering the relaxed vibe she figured not a lot of the people realised they were in the presence of the most dangerous original hybrid in the world. There was music playing loudly now, Caroline was thankful for her vampire hearing otherwise it would start to be difficult to understand each other over the music.
“So how are you dealing with…you know…since he’s gone” Klaus finally asked touching the subject they had been avoiding all night.
“It’s been a tough few months, but i’m glad to have had to school, it helps” Caroline smiles.
“It’s been almost two years Caroline…you can’t close yourself off” Klaus said trying to meet her gaze again.
“I”m not….I just need more time… I just can’t have my heart broken again” Caroline explained ripping little corners from her paper napkin and staring at it so she wouldn’t have to look in his dark blue eyes as they watched her with pity. She hated the pitiful look people would give her. It somehow made her feel even worse.
“I would never break your heart Caroline…I promise you” Klaus whispered grabbing her hand on the table forcing her to look at him.
Caroline pulled her hand away rather roughly. The warmth that developed inside of her when he touched her was not something she could handle right now. “Don’t” she muttered looking away.
“Don’t what Caroline, i’m serious” Klaus snapped.
“You can’t just swoop in my life after years and tell me crap like that…you’re not allowed to come in and try to romantically sweep me off my feet I’m not ready Klaus!” Caroline nearly yelled. Luckily the music was still pretty loud so she doubted anyone had heard her yelling in their back corner booth.
The slightly alternative rock/country music changed into a song Caroline remembered from when she was younger. Braille by Regina Spektor. It was a song she had wasted many years on but at the same had so many love and happiness filled memories too. It was definitely one of her favorites.
“I love this song” Caroline whispered smiling as she closed her eyes to take the song in.
Klaus stood up from their booth extending his hand to her “Dance with me..” He whispered looking at her intently.
“What? Klaus no…” Caroline moaned, she had a hard enough time resisting his charms, dancing to a bittersweet romantic song with him just seem too fast to soon.
“Oh come on Caroline, don’t be a wuss……” Klaus tried to pressure. “Come on … I dare you” Klaus chuckled. He loved teasing her by bringing up his old quotes.
“Fine, just this one song” Caroline eventually caved grabbing his hand.
Klaus pulled Caroline close towards him staring deeply into her eyes, placing one of his arms arms around her waist and grabbed her hand with his other entwining their fingers together as he pulled her hand up to about their shoulder.
Caroline tried to keep a small distance between their two bodies but felt her body being slight pressed up against his. The way he smelled, the melancholy of the song and the comforting strength he exhumed eventually made her cave as she pressed the side of her head against his, her chin resting on his shoulder ever so lightly. Caroline closed her eyes and let him sway her to the music falling back into a world where there was just the two of them.
After the song was done Klaus brought his hand up to her face cupping Caroline’s cheek and rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone staring into her eyes. Their lips only a few inches parted. Caroline realised how easy it would be for her to just lean in right now and kiss him. She could feel his breath on her. A deep shaky breath escaped her as she pressed her forehead against his.
“I’m sorry…i’m not ready yet’
“That’s alright love, I have all the time in the world” Klaus smiled breaking the connection between them. Though he never let go of her hand as he guided her back to the booth.
The rest of the night they spend talking, laughing and reminiscing about the old days and plots and schemes and how silly they all seemed to be now. Around 2 A.M. Orphelia walked over to them again holding a set of keys.
“Hey listen i’m gonna go home, close up when you leave ok, just drop the keys in my mailbox” She muttered as she put her hair up in a high ponytails and threw Klaus the keys.
“You trust him with your keys?” Caroline asked raising her eyebrows as the young bartender girl.
“It can’t be any worse then that time I gave them to Kol….god that was a horrible morning after” Orphelia snickered. “Goodnight guys’
“Goodnight’ Caroline greeted the girl goodbye. “I should probably go as well, any respectable mom is in her bed by now” she got out of the booth.
“Don’t be ridiculous love, you’re not ……a typical mom…live a little…you spend all your time around young children, and that is very noble of you but have to have some adult time” Klaus winked.
“Were you going to say I’m not a respectable mother?” Caroline joked pretending to be mad placing her hands in her thighs and tapping her foot.
“I wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart” Klaus chuckled getting up from the booth as well “I’m merely suggesting that maybe you let me ruffle those perfect feathers you look like you need it”
He was close again, the proximity of him giving her goosebumps. Being so close to him reminded her of that time they were truly close. The ways his fingers exploited a shiver from her as he ran the tips of them along her thighs The hungry kisses he had pressed in every crease of her body.
Caroline sighed deeply and walked over to the bar grabbing a bottle of tequila from it and a couple of shot glasses pouring the translucent liquid in them.
“Caroline what are you doing?” Klaus asked her following her movements like a cat stalking its pray.
“If you’re going to be like this I need to drink more” Caroline sighed giving up on scolding him for his arousing behaviour. Did he even realise how much he was turning her on when he acted like this?
“Be like what love?” Klaus asked her laughing as she grabbed salt from under the bar.
“Flirty!’ Caroline shouted throwing her hands up in the air as she put some salt on her hand licked it off and then drank the shoot.
“And you think tequilashots are going to help the matter?” Klaus tried to remain serious.
“Well Tequilashots and Pool” Caroline stated matter of fact grabbing a cue from the wall. “You do know how to play right?”
“Caroline i’ve been hustling people with pool since way before you were born” Klaus grinned smugly.
“Perfect then we can make things interesting” Caroline said putting the balls in the triangle shape.
“How interesting?” Klaus asked marking his own cue with the little blue crayon slightly looking at that amazing ass as she bend over to put the triangle back.
“For every ball I get in the pocket you take a shot, and I get to ask you a question about New Orleans” Caroline suggested handing him a shotglass.
“And when I get a ball in a pocket?” Klaus asked.
“Same rules, you get to ask me a question and i’ll take a shot” Caroline shrugged.
“Deal” Klaus shook her hand in agreement. “Ladies hit first” He gestured to her.
Caroline hit the white ball hard breakin the formation of the billiard balls, the full green one rolling into the pocket “I’m on fulls”
“Then i’ll take striped” Klaus nodded filling his shotglass with tequila and chugging it down “Alright love what do you want to know?” He asked.
“What the hell happened between you and Hayley Marshall?” Caroline blurted out as she took her second shot missing the pocket just slightly. She hated to admit that she was bothered by him having had sex with her.
“That’s pretty simple love” Klaus positioned himself over the pool table. “I was mad at you, my ego was bruised after yet another rejection and she was there….” he made the shot the striped red ball rolling to the pocket easily. “Id say I regret it, but despite our differences she gave me the best thing that has ever happened to me, my daughter” he made the second shot also straight in the pocket. “That’s two shots for you love drink up” Klaus smirked.
After about half an hour and alot more shots the game was pretty neck in neck although Caroline suspected Klaus to let her win a shot every once in a while. She was very much enjoying herself realising that even though she was a mother and running a boarding school she really had needed a night out and Klaus had proven himself to be good company. They had laughed and had fun.
He had just made his last pocket asking her about the situation between her and Alaric and if things had turned out romantic. He was very relieved to learn that they hadn’t. He was down to the black ball now and it was his shot.
“You’ll never make it” Caroline heckled him as the black ball was in a near impossible position.
“That’s sounds like a challenge love” Klaus smiled at her amusement.
“Meaning?” Caroline asked him knowing the direction he was heading in.
“If I make this one the next shot i do…. Is off of you” His eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Go for it Hybridpants” Caroline grinned back sitting herself on a barstool. It was an impossible shot after all.
Turns out he had been the one hustling her because once she had agreed to his terms he leaned over the pool table with casually shooting the 8-ball easily to the side and then straight into the pocket. Without ever taking his eyes off her. Caroline looked at him in shock with an open mouth.
“I win” He said arrogantly walking up to her slowly.
“Fine” Caroline whispered grabbing the salt for the bar and applying a few grains on her neck.
In a second klaus had flashed to her side his eyes widening at her brutality. He had to keep himself from not drooling looking at his stunningly beautiful and increadibly sexy baby vampire.
He placed one hand on the back of her neck looking into her eyes deeply before bringing his lips to the salt on her neck.
Softly he let his tongue dwell on the the crease of her neck tasting the combination of salt and the natural sweet flavour of her skin. He could feel the goosebumps forming on her body as he kept planting hot wet kisses in her neck, her scent taking him over completely. She didn’t move away from him arching her back slightly into his body the heat of their bodies warming each other. He could hear an aroused moan escaping her glorious lips as he kissed his way up to her earlobe letting his teeth slightly scrape the delicate skin he found on the way there. Sucking on her earlobe his hands ran through her hair pulling the curls loose from her high ponytail and pulling on them hard to give him more access to her neck. Her knees parted slightly allowing him to come closer into her body.
“Hey!” She scolded him slightly out of breath “Do the shot!” She reminded him of their agreement.
Klaus grunted slightly annoyed at having to release his lips from her neck and grabbed the shot glass from behind her swallowing it in one go and immediately crashing her lips onto hers again. They were done playing games now.
She grinned against his kiss. He tasted like Tequila and a taste she could only call Klaus which was pretty darn good combination. His hands were holding her face firmly into place. He kissed the side of her mouth sucking eagerly on her lower lip he had waited years to be with her again, all this time she never left his mind, or his heart for that matter.
Caroline’s hands pushed his jacket off of him pressing her nails into the skin of his shoulders. Her lips thick and swollen from his kisses. She could feel him making his way back to her neck and collarbone not leaving a spot of her sensitive skin uncovered. She needed to feel his body against hers again, the electric sensation of his bare skin. Her hands glided over his back scratching through his shirt slightly until she reached the seams. With a swift and determined move she pulled his shirt over his head revealing his lean and muscular chest. Her fingertips explored the familiar feel of his body. Surprised at how well she remembered what his sensitive spots where. Caroline felt him hardening against her through the fabric of his jeans his hips slightly rolling against her creating friction between the two of them. She hopped off her barstool turning the both of them around with vampire speed and pushing him a little too harshly against the bar with his bare back. Her eyes gleamed with an evil twinkle as she placed her lips against his neck trailing her way down his chest with hot wet kisses slowly falling to her knees.
Klaus’ eyes widened as he realised what she had in mind. He swallowed loudly and his breathing became rapid as he felt her undoing the buckle of his belt. Her soft teasing kisses just above the button of his jeans making him groan in frustration. Caroline giggled at his Impatience for her as she unbuttoned his jeans pulling them down. She rubbed him slightly through the fabric of his boxers before hitching her thumbs at the hems and pulling down those as well releasing his rock hard cock from it’s confinement.
Klaus gasped at the relief of freedom for his hardness his hands clenching on to the side of the bar to try and keep his knees from giving out on him as he felt her soft lips brush against his tip. Caroline grabbed onto his shaft firmly rubbing it a couple of times up and down before bringing it to her mouth again. She brought her tongue to the base of his cock trailing her way to the tip slowly and agonisingly slow. He uttered her name in a begged whisper his hands slowly on the back of her hair rustling through her hair and guiding her back to him.
Pleased with herself at the way he was at her mercy Caroline took him into her mouth hollowing her cheeks and sucking on him slowly letting her hand rub him up and down. Her tongue swirling expertly drawing a moan out of him with every flick of it. Taking him in further in her mouth her head bobbed up and down as she put more speed behind her actions. One hand on his bare hip the other reaching out to his balls. He slowly thrusted into her mouth hips rolling to meet her. When she felt his muscles tensing she released his cock from her mouth with a soft pop grinning up at him wickedly.
Klaus pulled her op by her arms crashing his lips onto her again. His hands roamed from her arms to her sides caressing them before running up to cup her breasts through the white shirt she was wearing massaging them through the fabric. His fingers hinged in between buttons ripping them aside to reveal her chest buttons flying all over the empty bar.
“Must you always ruin my clothes” Caroline whispered into his kiss with a smile.
Klaus chuckled at the recollection on the last time he had pulled one of her tops to shreds in the same manner his lips moving from her mouth back down her neck all the way to the cleavage between her full breasts. Some quick handywork from his fingers unhooked the clasps of her bra as she shimmied out her her pants. Klaus lifted her up from the ground feeling her hook her legs around his waist and carried her towards the pooltable their groins now only separated by the silky fabric of her panties. He laid her down on the green of the table pulling down her deep blue panties to reveal her core. He could smell her arousal on her and let it fill his nostrils. She puffed hotly as he opened her knees at the edge of the table where her legs hung over. Now it was his turn. He blew slightly on her heat sending a shiver down her spine running a finger through her crease and over her swollen clit letting the tip of his finger brush up against it lightly.
Caroline bucked her hips up trying to get him to touch her more. She hadn’t had another lover since Stefan and she was ready for him to fuck her brains out now her arousal nearly dripping down her legs. Klaus pressed the tip of his finger inside of her slowly entering her. Her insides felt like they were on fire with lust and longing. She sucked in air biting her lip hard as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
Klaus savoured her taste letting his tongue circle around her clit as he inserted another finger into her. Her back was arching and her body shaking with an overdose of arousal and he had to place on hand on her abdomen to keep her in place. He started sucking on her clit as he trusted his fingers in and out of her more rapidly.
Caroline moaned loudly her hands tugging at his soft curls pushing his face more in between her legs.
“Klaus…” She pleaded beggingly as he hit a particular sweet spot inside her.
Klaus let his free hand dwell to her thighs pressing his nails into the soft and delicate skin Squeezing slightly.
“Hm?” He breathed from in between her legs.
“Klaus please….” Caroline cried out her nails digging into the green rug of the pooltable.
“Please what love?” Klaus teased her removing his fingers from her.
“Fuck me damn it!” Caroline yelled out frustrated pulling his face up to her kissing him as he bend over her.
Klaus kissed her deeply satisfied by her pleads. With one hand he took a hold of his shaft rubbing the top up and down the crease of her core teasing her one last. He grabbed a hold of her hips as she hinged one leg around his waist urging him closer. He places one last kiss on her stomach before he slammed into her.
Caroline gasped loudly her body shooting up as he was inside her. She brought her lips to his again her arms around his neck her nails digging hard into the skin of his shoulders leaving scratch marks on them. He trusted into her hard again and Caroline could feel the pooltable cracking and crumbling under her it’s legs giving in under the vampire force of their love making.
Klaus lifted her up again before the table gave in and broke down under her vampire speeding her against the wall his hips rolling creating friction against her clit. He lowered his head to her breasts kissing them feverishly before taking a swollen nipple into his mouth. Caroline breathed loudly moaning under the feeling of her breasts being spoiled. With his free hand Klaus took the other nipple between his fingers twisting it slightly. God he had missed the turned on sounds her body could make under his expertise. He started picking up the pace of his thrust inside her as he felt her walls contracting around him. She was close.
Caroline begged, pleaded for more under his touch. Beside herself with lust trying to push herself down on him harder. He slightly bit down onto her nipple thrusting inside her again sending her over the edge. She screamed profanities as her orgasm took over her body shaking on him.
Klaus chuckled at the intensity of her orgasm carrying her away from the wall leading the both of them to a bench of one of the booths and lowering her down to the ground. Caroline licked her lips pushing him on the bench crawling over him placing herself on top of him her knees on either side of his lap. She caressed his cock still moist with her juice softly before guiding him back inside her.
He liked her this way, hovering above him he could watch her in all her glory. And she was so beautiful. Caroline rocked her hips moving on top of him while sucking slightly on that sweet spot in his neck where his pulse was that she knew drove him mad. Her hands pushing slightly on his chest. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her. Klaus let his hands dwell over her back holding her as close as he possibly could whimpering her name as his orgasm build up. He bucked his hips up one last time thrusting into her hard and when he hit that sweet spot inside her that caused her second orgasm making her tight walls clench around him again he cried out spilling his release inside of her. Both of them panting hard as their foreheads were pressed against each other their lips meeting for one last kiss.
The sun was nearly rising and Caroline lay with her head on Klaus’ chest her leg hinged over his hip in between his tracing the outlines of his chest with her fingers. His arms were wrapped around her and he places light kisses on her hair. The last time they had been together she had left quite rapidly after they were done so he was taking advantage of the fact that she stayed this time holding her close to him. There were lost in an post sex haze enjoying the prickling of their sensitive skins against each other when a beeping sound awoke them from their little escape of reality.
With a disappointed sigh Caroline turned slightly grabbing her phone from her bag to read the incoming text she had received.
[From Ric:] 05:47 A.M.
You never came home… Everything ok?
[To Ric:] 05:48 A.M.
Had drinks with Klaus lost track off time, everything fine!
She had made it a principle thing not to lie to Ric. They may not be romantically involved but she loved him as the father of her children and that was just as important. Her phone beeped again.
[From Ric:] 05:50 A.M.
Klaus?! Do I need to send a rescue party?
[To Ric:] 05:51 A.M.
No it’s fine i’ll be home in about half an hour…
Caroline tossed her phone back into her bag rolling back into her place in Klaus’ arms. She lifted her head up placing on hand on his chest and bringing her lips to his for a soft loving warm kiss. “I need to go home” She whispered letting her fingertips caress the light scruff on his cheek.
“5 more minutes’ Klaus pleaded stroking a lock of hair out her face and kissing her again. He didn’t want to let go of her. Ever.He held on to her tightly, realising this was the only place she should be.
“Come to New Orleans with me”
The question didn’t really surprise Caroline she had felt in lingering in the air the moment he kissed her; She pressed her nose against his brushing her lips over his letting out a soft moan. “Don’t” she told him kissing his cheek hiding her face in his neck.
“I”m serious Caroline, my feelings towards you haven’t changed you know this… be by my side in New Orleans” Klaus asked her his eyes pleading like those of a puppy.
Caroline knew he was being serious “You know I can’t” she whispered nuzzling in his neck she had missed this form of intimacy and was honestly maybe a little surprised the hybrid was capable of it.
“Why not Caroline, we could be together…”
“What about my girls Klaus? I can’t leave them” Caroline explained he of all people should understand daughters always come first.
“Bring them along, they’re always welcome in my home, Hope would love having them as well” Klaus offered.
Caroline was endeared by his honesty. He would love those girls because of his love for her. She placed another kiss on his lips and smiled up at him.
“I can’t pull them away from their father,” She responded trying to reason with him.
“Bring him along too then! I’ll find him some dungeon room to stay in” Klaus chuckled half jokingly half serious caressing her back.
Caroline laughed at his solution “I can’t leave the school Klaus” she ended the discussion.
“Find somebody to replace you, Caroline i’m being serious i’d be good to you!” Klaus tried for the last time.
“I know you would be” Caroline kissed him one last time before rolling onto her back. “The timing just isn’t right, maybe in a few years….but until that day there’s always parent teacher conferences” she grinned wickedly raising her eyebrows up and down.
Klaus was about to make a witty remark when the door of the bar opened and they heard footsteps walking in.
“SERIOUSLY ON MY POOLTABLE!!!!” The voice of Orphelia the owner of the bar shouted.
Caroline hurried to put her clothes back on embarrassed that they had been caught.
“To be fair on the pooltable, on top of the bar and in the booths’ Klaus said smugly pulling his pants back up.
“KLAUS!!!!” Caroline scolded him her face flushing in shame.
“You’re buying me a new pool table!” Orphelia said annoyed as Klaus threw the keys back at her.
Klaus nodded to her muttering a “sure” under his breath as he followed Caroline out of the bar still feeling pretty good about himself.
“It was nice meeting you Caroline” Orphelia yelled after her.
“You too!” Caroline said waving her hand over her head but not looking back. She thought she was gonna die of shame and raced back into the car.
Klaus drove her back to the boarding house parking just before the entrance. They had been quiet all the way back. After the embarrassment of being walked in on had died a little his question had remained in the air causing a slight tension between them. As klaus shut down the engine she looked at him with pitiful eyes.
“I’m not ready” Caroline whispered hoarsely trying to hold back her emotions. Last thing she needed was to cry now.
“I know, it’s ok love” Klaus smiled understandingly letting his thumb rub over her cheek.
“Maybe in a few years, when the girls are older we might have a shot Klaus” Caroline nodded maybe more to herself then to him. “But for now I can’t…”
‘ I understand”
“Sorry i’m making you wait” Caroline smiled apologetically.
“However long it takes right…” Klaus told her cupping her cheek and bringing her face to his again kissing her lips soft and lovingly.
“Right….. Goodnight Klaus” Caroline whispered pushing open the car door setting her feet to the ground.
“Goodnight sweetheart” Klaus whispered back as she walked through the door and out of sight.
Today has not been a particularly good day, and I felt the need for some Souyo and cats. Just one of the many ways Vasha could have ended up with them.
Yosuke looked down at the small, shivering bundle tucked into his
half-zipped jacket, he realised that he was in trouble. Not because
his shirt was absolutely soaked
Souji had just done laundry the night before, and not because she (at
least, he thought she was, well, a she) had snagged his uniform pants
with a claw when he was pulling her out of the gutter, and he was
going to have to hope
that it didn’t turn into a hole. Nor was it because
he’d forgotten to pick up the miso and paper towels his boyfriend
had reminded him via text - twice - to bring home.
*suddenly next to them; exasperated* Sorry I'm late...may I join you?
*frowns* Excuse me?
*rolls her eyes* Edward, this is Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock, Edward Castle *mutters* Sherlock is my soon-to-be-ex husband.
*raises an eyebrow* You never told me you were married.
*pulls up a chair; smug* Ah, first date. Remember ours, dear?
*narrows her eyes* Where are the kids?
*splutters his drink* Wait, you have kids? Plural? As in...more than one?
*still looking at Sherlock* Yes. Where are they?
*thinking* Hmm...one is out solving a crime probably, teenagers, I'm sure I left the twins downstairs with Mrs. Hudson, John and Mary wanted the toddler practice and Mycroft is babysitting the, erm, baby.
*alarmed* Jesus, how many have you got?
Sherlock & Molly:
*glance at each other* Five.
*confused* Well, then...why are you splitting up?
*smiles* The sex was crap.
*chuckles; takes her wine glass* Now, Molly, give him an excuse he'll believe *raises the glass to the light*
*looking between them* What's going on?
*sighs* Does the name Julia Smith mean anything to you?
*shakes his head*
Nooo *sniffs the glass* You never get to know their names first, do you? Did you know she was fifteen years old?
Her mother hired me to investigate her attack. Dinner at a restaurant with someone she met in a chatroom... *dips his finger in the wine glass* I don't think I need to tell you the rest *tentatively tastes the liquid*
*calm* You see, while you're sat here with me, the police are raiding your flat and, well...I don't think you're getting away this time.
*fuming* You have no right-
*fuming* Our eldest is the same age. It is taking all my willpower not to force you to drink this and leave you at the mercy of my girls. Far worse than anything I could do to you.
*enters Angelo's; approaching their table* Come on, Castle. You have the right to remain silent... *leads the suspect away*
The tree was old, twisted, grey thing in the middle of the forest. Its leaves had left it for good many years ago, so the branches laid bare, reaching skywards like jagged hands. The damn thing, honestly, probably wasn’t even alive anymore. The bark of the tree fell off in pieces, and where it hadn’t already come off, there was carvings. Countless carvings, letters all over the trunk. H.R, K.P, N.M.M, D.R, the list goes on. There didn’t seem barely a place for any more carvings.
The tree was terrifying against the midday sun, the shadow it cast was long and dark. I was only seven years old at the time, but I already knew this tree was a terrible thing.
Derek told me the thing was called the hating tree as we sat on a nearby stump. The tree was about a mile into the forest that surrounded our suburban neighborhood, in a clearing. There were four of us that summer day by the tree. There was myself, our friend Derek with messy sand blond hair and a missing tooth, Victor with his stark black hair and sharp eyes, and Harry, bald and portly. Harry clutched to his chest a power rangers action figure, his favorite toy that he owned. Harry and Victor stood by the tree and muttered about something between each other, occasionally Harry would get animated and Derek and I could hear Harry’s protests to Victor’s idea. Derek leaned back and drank his warm soda.
okay here are my goals:
im going to go to college, im going to be an elementary school counselor. im going to live in a fairly large house, but in an inexpensive area. im going to have 4 dogs, with my boyfriend. we will have one or two kids, eventually, who will go to the school that i work at. i will also volunteer at the local animal shelter, and maybe dog/baby sit on the side.
Hey, I love your blog! Do you have any Deadpool and Peter headcanons? Specifically Deadpool being really protective of Peter? (I'm trash lol)
I, too, am trash.
Deadpool is a giant Spidey fanboy. This is canon, yeah? But then he actually meets Spidey, and Peter’s not quite what he expected. The guy is kind of a mess and ridiculously dorky and Wade didn’t expect him to shriek and flail when super-villains threw him, or to snort soda up his nose at Wade’s stupid garbage-level-humour jokes, or to be as awkward as he is
Wade is…. so fucking endeared to this human disaster
Peter isn’t used to people fanboying over him (not people up close and in costumes, anyway). So he tries to ignore it. He sees Wade in Spidey hoodies (he bought it on etsy!) over his spandex sometimes, or Spidey phone charms on his phone, and doesn’t quite know what to think. He actually ends up getting himself some Deadpool merch, because he thinks the idea is cute, and he likes supporting his friends. Wade is actually shocked into silence the first time he sees Spidey bundled up in a Deadpool hoodie.
Wade has definitely fought a possible employer/colleague over Spider-Man before. They were throwing down insults and his spider friend’s name got tossed in, and even though they weren’t even in the same country as NYC, Wade wrecked them over it. Talk shit, get hit.
Wade is also really worried about Spidey? Like. The guy is so honest and pure and just a good fucking person, but holy shit, he does not know how to look after himself. Peter skips meals so often. He doesn’t think it’s a big deal or anything, he’s just poor and busy, and mentions it off-hand to Wade. And, ofc, Wade is like “NOWAY HOZAY” and buys a shit tonne of take away. They eat take away together so often. And pancakes. Sometimes both together. Wade almost throws Peter out of his apartment when he sees the guy sliding a pancake imbetween a burger and eating it. Like: you disgusting American, I trusted you
And Wade is definitely uber protective. Sometimes it can get a little dark, because Spidey is a top tier Good Person, and Wade kind of defines people by how good/bad they are (Spidey is a gift to society, while he’s more of a black stain), so when Spidey gets hurt or almost offed by people who he considers scum and not worthy of the air they breathe, Wade will fuck them up. With guns. And knives. Gunknives.
That’s usually just when Spidey is very, very hurt and unconscious, though. Mid-fight, Wade will definitely take bullets for the guy (Peter is - is… he doesn’t know how to feel about that), and he gets SO MAD when Spidey tries to be his hero-self and step in front of guns for Wade, like you tiny moron, I am IMMORTAL
He’s usually seen hanging out in the school parking lot, but
only after noon. He never wake up earlier than noon, his hair is always a mess,
and he’s the main connection with students to cigarettes. He doesn’t
particularly smoke himself, but he provides them to the ones are not able to
buy them themselves yet. It’s unknown whether or not he actually has friends,
but he has been seen hanging around two of the more well-known students on
weekend nights. There’s rumors going around that he dropped out during only his
sophomore year, but no one is actually confident enough to go up and ask him
directly. Though if you actually knew him, you’d know that he is very
Senioritis : Yoongi
He hasn’t dropped out yet and no one is actually sure to as
why. He hasn’t shown up to very many of his classes, but it’s clear he knows
what they’re learning. Has a talent of making anyone shut up when he walks in
the room. Outside of the classroom, he’s not as cold as the teachers would like
to describe him as. He may be a man of few words, but if you asked for a favor
he’d do his best to help you out. As long as it has nothing to do with
something illegal, or anything to do with the teachers, he’ll put all his
attention to it. When he does speak, it’s typically something you want to
listen to, because it’s important he will not
repeat himself. Seen with Namjoon on the weekends.
The Average : Seokjin
He does well in most of his classes, does well with the
teachers and doesn’t communicate with his peers very often. Sometimes eats
lunch with Yoongi, to be said that he’s actually receiving tutoring from the
younger. Seokjin is well kept, but is known to show up with unstyled hair and
sweatpants. Never misses an assignment, knows all the answers to the history
teacher’s questions. He doesn’t ever actually study, he just tries to memorize
the lectures in class. Very active student, but doesn’t belong to any clubs. He
goes to school and goes back home, but close friends say he is quite the contrast
to his school image.
Student-Teacher Affairs : Hoseok
It isn’t unusual to see Hoseok leave empty classrooms with
tousled hair. He swears it has nothing to do with grades, but sometimes he does
score higher on that project than everyone else despite his lack of research.
(According to his latest project, Abraham Lincoln was indeed a vampire hunter.)
He’s the more open one out of all the popular campus kids. He’s not stupid,
though, he does often come into school playing music he had composed. It might
not be everyone’s cup of tea, but no one can truthfully say he’s not talented. They
just wished he would focus on his studying more. Seen with Yoongi and Namjoon
every other weekend.
In-School Angel : Jimin
He’s the president and founder of one of the most populated
clubs in the school. They all promote volunteer work and always have some sort
of fund raiser going. However, it’s no secret to anyone, not even to the adults
outside of school, that he does host some of the biggest parties of the year. All
of his grades are fine, he never fails any major tests, but he doesn’t exactly
care all that much in class. He’s mainly seen on his phone inside of school, mainly
seen in some restaurant with whoever he felt like courting at the time. Jimin
doesn’t always have someone new, in fact he has had plenty of long term
relationships, but they always end badly.
In-School Devil : Taehyung
He’s the Angel’s best friend. He disrupts classes, walks in
and out whenever he feels like it. Not necessarily a bad kid, but he doesn’t
enjoy school. Failing one or two classes, always has a stack of missing papers
in his unorganized bag. Very in touch with reality, just too bothered to think
about turning in his assignments. Outside of school, he volunteers and is
generally the set example for someone his age manner-wise. Knows how to talk
his way out of certain situations, and is popular socially. Doesn’t have much
interests in relationships, but does know how to love.
The Drifter : Jeongguk
He doesn’t really belong to any social groups. He’s close
with his teachers and his peers dislike him for it. They call him a suck-up or
they just simply dislike him for his attitude. He knows a lot of things, and he’s
not shy to correct someone when he feels they’re wrong. Rumored to be in
beneficial relationships with his teachers, but those are rumors without
anything to back them up. In reality, he’s just someone who knows how to use
his resources to make it through high school. Very young, but has a tie to each
of the five other students and the drop out.
I just wanted to tell you your kagehinayachi art is so so cute!!!!! I'm a sucker for headcanons (and kagehinayachi is my fave ot3), so do you have any kagehinayachi headcanons? heehee.
Are you Kidding?? I have like a ton, but I have it handwritten on a notebook and it’s not even in English, so, sorry for the delay, but I had a lot of work this weekend trying to translate this shit to a decent English (understandable at least). I even made a couple more drawins!
- There weren’t any love confession. They just started to hang out after practice, on the weekends, going to festivals together. They didn’t realize that they were going on dates, but they were. At one of those festivals Kageyama grabbed Hinata’s and Yachi’s hands because “you are so fucking small I don’t want to spend the rest of the night looking for you into the crowd”. And then holding hands became something natural to them.
- One day Tanaka asked them what was going on between them and they just stared at each other, not knowing the answer and leaving Tanaka even more confused. That night the had a sleepover at Yachi’s house and Hinata, very nervous, asked the other two “what are we?” And the talked about it an the come to the conclusion that they like each other. Hinata likes likes both Yachi and Kageyama, Yachi nodding said the same for Hinata and Kageyama, and Kageyama strongly affirmed that he “really really Like Yachi and Hinata”.
- That night meanwhile Kageyama and Hinata played videogames Yachi made three friendship bracelets for the three of them to wear. Hinata’s scream of joy could be heard from the moon and Yachi’s mom had to go to the living room and ask him to calm down.
- Days after Hinata went to morning practice crying. He’d lost Yachi’s friendship bracelet and he was scared that she wouldn’t like him anymore. Kageyama gave him a hug in front of all the team and told him he was a dumbass for thinking that. Yachi approached them seconds later and hugged them both, petting Hinata’s hair to calm him down. The other members of the team didn’t said a word and Tanaka got the answer to the question he asked days ago.
- One Monday after school two older kids bullied Kageyama in his way to meet Yachi and Hinata to go home together about being in a weird relationship with another boy and a girl at the same time. Hinata and Yachi saw this and run to protect Kageyama (not that he needed it) and stood in front of him like “wanna fight?”. But the kids run away just seeing Kageyama’s face.