Teenage Mind

teenage mind

I | Volleyball Whomst???

Karasuno High School. Class 1-4. It wasn't the ideal class for Corey, but it would do. It was a college prep class so her moms were more than happy when they found out. Colin was in 1-1, Carter in 1-5 (also a college prep class), and their older brother Percy was in 3-5. Without her brothers to keep her company in class, she just sat at her desk and copied what the teacher wrote.

‘Not that it would have made a difference.’

"How have your classes been?"

The Hamilton children sat in the courtyard eating their lunch. The triplets sat on a bench while Percy sat on the ground in front of them. They were allowed to either eat in their classrooms or eat in the courtyard. The Hamiltons decided to eat in the courtyard together.

"Mine was okay." Corey took a bite out of her sandwich and swallowed. "The only thing that sucks is that I sit behind this tall kid. So when the teacher wrote on the board I had to lean to the side to see!"

Colin laughed. "Sucks to be short."

"Bitch, you're not even that tall!"

"But Carter and I are taller than you- OW!"

She threw one of her sour grapes at him, hitting him in the eye. He threw one back in retaliation and she did too. This cycle of throwing grapes lasted for two minutes before Percy intervened.

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty, now stop."

They both threw grapes at him.

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The school day was soon over.

"Wadda wanna do after school?" Colin asked as he, Carter, and Corey skipped to the third-year classes to grab Percy, who was their ride.

"I dunno." Corey turned to skip backward. "I was just gonna binge watch some YouTube- OOF!"

"Great going, Concha," Carter groaned.

As she walked backward, she bumped into someone. Corey apologized over and over and caught a look at the person's face. She wore pink rectangular glasses and the school uniform, had short straight hair and a beauty mark at the corner of her bottom lip.

‘Fuck she’s so pretty!’

"I-I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," the girl said. She stared at her before finally speaking. "Are you a first-year?"

"Y-yeah...?"

"Have you signed up for a club yet?"

"N-no..."

The girl smiled. "Come with me please."

‘Fuck.’

"Um, okay?" She turned to her brothers, and spoke in English: “If I don't come back in thirty minutes call me."

Colin gave her a thumbs up while Carter looked like he couldn't care less. The girl led Corey to the girl's locker room, which she had yet to explore herself.

"Do you have a set of gym clothes?" The taller brunette asked, pulling her tan sweater vest over her head.

"No." Corey sat on one of the benches. "Hey, since you sort of kidnapped me, even though I came of my own accord, can I know your name?"

The girl looked over her shoulder and slightly curled her lips into a smile. "Shimizu Kiyoko."

Corey returned her smile. "Hamilton Corey."

‘God it sounds so weird to say my last name first.’

"Hamilton?" She nodded rapidly. "That's a Western name isn't it?" Corey nodded again.

"Well, I am an American."

"Really?" Her eyes widened.

Corey nodded.

‘Wow, I'm doing a lot of nodding.’

"Huh..."

After Shimizu changed into a white tracksuit lined with light blue and swung a bag over her shoulder, she and Corey walked to Gymnasium 2. The walk was quiet, as Shimizu was not that big of a talker and neither was Corey, so the first year focused on her surroundings and tried not to get lost.

As they approached the metal doors of the gym, they saw two boys, one with hair black as a crow's and other's as ginger as a Weasley. They didn’t notice the females until Shimizu gave a small, "Excuse us." The two boys stepped aside, making way for Corey and Shimizu.

The first-year female took a glance at the boy on her left, and he stared back with his dark blue hues. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to make it look like she wasn't staring.

Shimizu knocked on the metal doors and one slid open, revealing a boy with shaven hair. He smiled gleefully at the sight of the taller female.

"Kiyoko-san! You're looking radiant today!"

She ignored him and walked inside, Corey following behind, holding on to the hem on her senpai's jacket. The boy shivered with pleasure.

"It turns me on when she ignores me!"

‘Okay, that's a little weird, dude.’

"Oh, Kiyoko-san! Who'd you bring with you?"

Fuck I've been spotted. Abort the mission ABORT THE MISSION!!

She stiffened and faced two tallboys: one with black hair and the other with silver-blonde and a beauty mark at the corner of his left eye.

"I'm Hamilton Corey! Nice to meet you!" That caught the attention of the whole GYM. She didn't mean to say that so loud, but she was nervous.

The boy with the black hair chuckled and smiled warmly at her.

"Full of energy, I see!"

‘Yeah, keep believing that…’

"I'm Sawamura Daichi." He stuck out his hand for her to shake and she did. His hands felt rough and callous against her soft palms.

"Sugawara Koushi," the boy with the silver hair greeted. He extended his hand for her to shake but the boy with the shaven hair stepped in between them, grasping Corey's hand in his.

"And I'm Tanaka Ryunosuke." His voice was sickly sweet, so much so that Corey could tell that it was fake.

Sugawara whacked Tanaka on the head and he backed off.

‘Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?’

"Did Shimizu recruit you to be the assistant manager?" Sugawara asked his new kouhai.

"M-Manager...?"

"I bumped into her in the hallway and thought I'd bring her to meet the team," Shimizu said from behind Corey.

‘I can't be a manager! I don't know anything about being one! I can barely handle my six siblings!’

As Corey panicked in her head, her gaze trailed to a water bottle on the polished wooden floor. This gave her an idea.

"Hey, how about instead of being a manager, I can be part of your water crew!" She suggested.

"Water Crew?" Suga wondered aloud.

"Yeah! We had one back on my team at my old school!"

"You were in a sport before?" Sawamura asked.

"No... I was in the marching band." She gave a nervous laugh at the end. "But we just filled the water bottles before and during practices. That way, the kids who didn't have or bring water can have some and stay hydrated!"

There was silence for a few seconds as Suga and Daichi thought the suggestion over. Corey didn't even know why she was anxious. She didn't even know what sport this was! But by the net set up on the court and the blue and yellow balls in a nearby basket, she guessed it was volleyball.

"Why not," Daichi finally spoke. "I don't see the harm."

Corey gave them a big smile, the brackets of her retainer showing. She wasn't going to be useless to this team after all!

"Thank you! I promise I won't be a burden to this team!"

They all thought they were joking but she was dead serious. She had no idea how to play volleyball and sucked at it when she had to play in middle school.

Sawamura called for the team to start their stretches and Corey took this opportunity to fill their bottles. She didn't have the drinking water jugs but thought that if they had an ice room, she could fill the bottles with refreshing cold water for them on this warm day.

Suga told her that their ice room was on the right side of their club room, the building that she and Shimizu had passed when on their way to the GYM. She collected a bottle from each of the six club members and headed out the door she came from.

When she slid the metal door open, the two boys were still there. They both stared at her, not saying a word. Being the shy girl that she was, Corey gave them a quick little wave and a half-smile and speed-walked to the ice room, trying not to drop any of the bottles on her way.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked. Inside, the loud hum of the giant metal ice machine filled the small room. A small sink protruded from one of the white walls, next to a washer and dryer. Corey felt the phone in her blazer pocket vibrate. She set the bottles on the washer and checked her phone. It was a message from Colin.

atomicBonsai [AB] began pestering mutantJournalist [MJ]

AB: hey are you dead?

MJ: no sadly

AB: so that girl didn't kidnap you?

MJ: nope

MJ: but i'm now part of the volleyball club i guess

AB: but you suck at volleyball

AB: well

AB: you suck at any sport

MJ: hey you do too

AB: we both do except for carter

AB: but i’m good at baseball

MJ: yeah

MJ: but i'm not part of the actual team

MJ: i'm just their new water crew

AB: like in the marching band???

MJ: yup

MJ: they actually wanted me to be a manager but i can barely handle any of you so managing a team wouldn't be great for my already deteriorating mental health

AB: true true

AB: do you guys have a water cart or something

MJ: not yet ;)

MJ: i'll text percy in a sec to see if we can get that good stuff once their practice is over

AB: sweet

AB: gtg

AB: make em, leanna, vallery, and grandma izzy proud

MJ: i will

atomicBonsai [AB] ceased pestering mutantJournalist [MJ]

Corey stuffed her phone back in her pocket and filled the bottles with ice with the metal scoop. Once they were all filled, she left, again passed the two boys, and handed each player their bottle, as they had just finished their stretches and warm-ups.

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Haikyuu!! Fanfiction

On the first day of her new high school, Corey Hamilton manages to wind up joining the boy’s volleyball club. But not as a manager or player

Im re-watching SnK with my parents recently since it’s broadcast on TV. So I wanted to draw a bit about it but i’m still obsessed with Haikyuu so, here’s the massive AU SnKyuu.

11th squad composed of young trainees, leaded by Tsukishima wondering why he got such troublesome team Yachi aspire to be able to enter Shimizu’s squad one day

Squad Nekoma Members of the Garrison with incredible reflex that saved many lifes during attack inside the wall, leaded by captain Kuroo. Though they have to save Lev’s ass several time

Squad Shimizu Leaded by the well know beauty&brain Captain Shimizu Kiyoko, a squad of 3 amazing soldier operating in the survey corps. Squad Tanaka Soldiers from the Garrison personally selected by Major Tanaka Saeko including her younger brother, lieutenant Tanaka Ryunosuke. Grand King Aka Oikawa Tooru, a well know officer from the Military police, often accompanied by his fellow soldier Iwaizumi.

Fukurodani Squad Leaded by lieutenant Akaashi, including one of the most powerful soldier of the survey corps, Bokuto Koutaro.

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

“…Trump’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame was destroyed early Wednesday morning in what looks to be a Tinseltown first.”

❄ 10th Day of Fluffmas ❄

⟵ Day 9 | Masterlist | Day 11 ⟶

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year || Akaashi Keiji x reader

Word Count: 1,260 | Gender Neutral Reader

(prompt: I am a klutz and slipped on the ice so now I’m in the ER and oh no the doctor is really cute.)

a/n: I guess it’s technically just Fluffuary now rather than Fluffmas but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also the title has absolutely no bearing on the story but at this point I don’t have the energy to change it.

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The last place you want to be on one of the few, precious days of winter break is the emergency room, but that’s exactly where you find yourself. Even though Christmas was over a week ago, the hospital still has decorations hung up, and carols are playing in the background. It could also be the shooting pain in your ankle, but it kind of makes you want to hurl.

“If only I had been filming!” Your friend laments. “I’m pretty sure you did a flip in the air before you landed. I could’ve uploaded it on Tik Tok. You’d be famous!”

You shoot her a murderous look. “I hate Tik Tok.” You grumble. “Almost as much as I hate you.”

“There, there.” She pats your arm. “It’s just the pain talking. After they get some pain meds in you, you’ll be telling me how much you love me.”

“Doubtful.” You stick out your tongue at her. You really aren’t as mad at her as you are at yourself, and really the situation as a whole. Leave it to you to find the single icy spot left on the sidewalk and completely wipe out in front of every other pedestrian in the vicinity. Now your foot is bent away from your leg in a way that is most definitely not natural and you’ve been waiting at the ER for nearly three hours when you should be sitting in a cafe somewhere, drinking hot chocolate after a successful day of shopping. You sigh.

Just when you start to allow yourself to fully wallow in the self pity, the nurse calls your name. With the help of both your friend and the nurse, you manage to hobble to one of the curtained rooms and settle on the exam table, wincing as your ankle grazes the edge.

Two doctors enter the room, one with graying hair and a kind smile, and another with a serious expression and deep blue eyes who can’t be much older than you. He’s clutching a clipboard to his chest and watching the older doctor attentively. There’s something almost mesmerizing about those eyes, and you nearly forget why you’re even there for half a second. You quickly snap your attention to the older doctor before all the blood rushes to your cheeks.This day just keeps getting better. You muse wryly to yourself.

“Well, Akaashi. Why don’t you take a look?” The young doctor nods, turning to look you in the eye for the first time and giving you the smallest smile that’s somehow strangely reassuring.

“What happened?” He asks, fingers hovering just above your ankle as he takes a careful look. 

“Um.” You swallow. “I sort of, uh, slipped on a patch of ice.” You mumble.

“I’m sorry?” He leans his head closer to your face, giving you an up-close look at his somehow perfectly sculpted features. 

“I slipped.” You raise your voice a bit so that he can actually make out your words. “On some ice. My ankle kind of bent funny. It hurts pretty much.” You admit. Though it’s more of a constant ache by now, you still feel the occasional wave of pain.

“Okay.” He nods. “It looks like it may just be a bad sprain, but we’ll take an x-ray, just to be certain. The nurses will prepare you for the x-ray, and after we take a look at it we’ll have you patched up in no time.” He smiles again, slightly bigger this time. “Don’t worry.” He adds. “This kind of thing can happen to anyone. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Before you can respond or even thank him for his reassurance, the doctors are gone, and the nurses get you situated for the x-ray. It goes quickly, and before you know it you’re left waiting in the exam room for the results. The moment the nurses step out, your friend lets out a huge sigh.

“Whew! If I knew we’d be seen by Doctor Dreamy, I might’ve taken a turn on that ice patch. Did you see the smile he gave you? I would’ve died.”

“I’m still not convinced that I’m not dead. And besides, if we both had broken ankles, one of us would have been stuck with Doctor Dad.” You snort.

“Dibs on Doctor Dreamy, then.” Your friend laughs. “Too bad he didn’t even glance at me the whole time he was in here.”

“Shut up.” You give her shoulder a shove.

“I’m serious! I think he thinks you’re cute.” She waggles her eyebrows at you.

“Statistically impossible.” You shake your head. “He’s an attractive, successful man who went to medical school, and I’m a troll who can’t even walk down the street without falling on my ass.”

As if your day hadn’t already been on enough of a downward spiral, Doctor Dreamy chooses that moment to enter the room, and you can only pray that he hadn’t caught any of what you’d just said. If he did, he doesn’t give any indication.

“You’re in luck.” He smiles at you again, hanging the x-ray slide for you to see. “There’s no break. It’s just a very bad sprain. If you elevate it for the next few days and keep ice on it, you should see improvement soon.”

“Ice? I don’t know.. That’s kind of what got me into this mess.” You giggle. For a few moments, he fixes you with a wide-eyed, straight-faced look, and you’re nearly ready to contemplate finding a hole to crawl into when a smile breaks across his face, and a burst of soft, warm laughter spills out.

“I’m glad to see your sense of humor hasn’t been injured.” He takes a moment to jot something on his clipboard, the traces of his smile still on his lips. You can’t tear your eyes away. “We should be all finished here.” He looks up. “I’m sure you’re more than ready to get home. Will you be alright getting to your car?”

“Yup, I’ve got this.” Your friend helps you stand, an arm around your back. 

“Thank you very much!” You bow your head slightly to him, and then to the older doctor who stands by the doorway.

“It’s no problem.” He assures, as the two of you turn to go. 

You’re nearly to the car before you hear the footfalls behind you. When you turn, you’re surprised to see the young Doctor approaching you.

“Excuse me.” He’s ever so slightly out of breath. “I was just wondering if it would be alright if I gave you my phone number?” Your mouth has fallen slightly open, and you’re at a loss for words. “I’m sorry.” He says after a beat. “I know how strange this is, but since you were never actually admitted to the hospital, you’re not really my patient, and so I see no reason that I can’t ask you on a date, if you’d like.” Those eyes are fixed on you, and you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“I - I would really like that.” You nod, a smile slowly reaching across your face. He returns it, and holds out a slip of paper.

“Well then, just let me know when.” You reach out for it, and his fingers brush yours.

“I will.” You clutch the paper tight, knowing you’re smiling wider by the second.

“And for the record.” He adds right before he turns to walk back into the hospital, leaving you no chance for a rebuttal, “You should really give yourself a bit more credit - I certainly wouldn’t consider you a troll.”

Sebastian x gender neutral Farmer

703 words - sfw - dating

Sebastian stands awkwardly in front of the farmer, a tired look in his eyes as he looks down at them, both his hands in his hoodie’s pocket. The farmer’s face is full of so much emotion to the point they can no longer hold it back, the swirl of emotions brimming in liquefied form in the corners of their eyes.

Sebastian lets out a long sigh, his eyes drifting to the side, away from the farmer’s face. He can’t look at them when they are in such a state, it makes him feel exactly what he suppresses. The silence continues to soak into his skin, making him itch all over. Awaiting the farmer to reply to what he said, one of his hands leaves his hoodie’s pocket and he scratches behind his ear before he begins to tug on his earlobe with his index finger and thumb.

The farmer recognizes the nervous tick- they has seen him do it a thousand times. Whenever he wants a smoke he tugs on his earlobe. Whenever he is alone in a public setting, he tugs on his earlobe. Whenever he is thinking about work, he tugs on his earlobe. Whenever he is the first to show up to the arcade, has to talk to his mother, is waiting for band practice to start, is in an unknown situation, he lifts his hand and begins to tug on and rub his earlobe.

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