#beige basement writes

[frieschan]

bangtan with an idol gf // bts hcs

➳ member/s featured: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x f! reader (separate)

➳ unrequested | headcanons // fluff/crack

➳ TW:

➳ summary: how would our bangtan boys be like with a girlfriend who is a fellow idol?

➳ AN: decided for a small break between workin' on querencia, if you have the time, pls check it out here! its a hybrid ot7 x m reader fic :) i hope more ppl would like it since its mainly my first time to create a full story.

➳ extra info: y/n's filler name will be yona as an abbreviation from 'your name' (yona), she is also around the age as vmin except older than the V

—KIM NAMJOON ; rap monster !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yojoon

-ˋˏ ღ library dates are a must, or even a hole in the wall cafe/library

-ˋˏ ღ listening to him ramble about a new book he read because he's ur baby

-ˋˏ ღ having plant kids that the both of u post about

-ˋˏ ღ you usually have to drive for him or the two of you bike to your destination, a few fans catching the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves writing lyrics or poems about or for you, actually some of his songs are about you

-ˋˏ ღ cleaning after him was part of your resume in becoming his girlfriend.

-ˋˏ ღ he's broken so much shit in your house it's not even funny

-ˋˏ ღ he's your clumsy little boy

-ˋˏ ღ he also has rizz. very good rizz

-ˋˏ ღ always knowing when you're nervous around him with that fat brain of his (smart boy also)

-ˋˏ ღ he always gets so strained as a leader of the biggest kpop group and then having to translate for his brothers, he ends up just collapsing to you and sleeping for a while to recharge his battery

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes you think about the time he brought his bike inside his producing room

-ˋˏ ღ "jagi that's not a good idea-"

-ˋˏ ღ "army needs to see my bike!"

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes he doesnt even understand his strength cuz one time when you were on his favorite spot on the couch, he picked you up so fast

-ˋˏ ღ HIS FACE WAS SO SHOCKED

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?"

-ˋˏ ღ "Why are you so light? Are you sure you're eating enough?"

-ˋˏ ღ "DID YOU FORGET YOU GO TO THE GYM ALMOST EVERYDAY?"

-ˋˏ ღ you and bts work together on babysitting namjoon always

-ˋˏ ღ you also know about the fact he watches porn.. a lot

—KIM SEOKJIN ; jin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: jinna

-ˋˏ ღ you two are such a handful oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ even though he's the oldest, he acts like a baby with you and whines about everything

-ˋˏ ღ but then he can also baby you

-ˋˏ ღ he loves feeding you food or cooking with you on camera

-ˋˏ ღ He has 'Eat Jin' while you have 'Cook Yona' which is honestly really cute omg

-ˋˏ ღ whatever you cooked on Cook Yona, Jin would mukbang it in Eat Jin, sometimes he even shared! (barely)

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love trying to fatten him up cause he's a sucker for food

-ˋˏ ღ usually once you guys are full, it's either you start cleaning and he starts gaming or other way around

-ˋˏ ღ one of your cute habits is whenever his break cheeks show up, you pinch them a lot

-ˋˏ ღ also he scolds (raps) you like every other member

-ˋˏ ღ you were with that one cooking episode where jungkook and taehyung were cooking, you felt so bad for them but it was hilarious to watch

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he games, you always make little snacks for him because you know he gets really mad at the game but its even worse when hes on an empty stomach (you dont want his yelling to disturb your sugar gliders)

-ˋˏ ღ you like to have jungkook over sometimes so he can play with jin since you THOUGHT that would make him yell less (no the yelling doubled.)

-ˋˏ ღ you recorded the two of them playing together and caught jin smacking jungkook for snatching his food (IT WAS FOR THE BOTH OF THEM.)

-ˋˏ ღ just dance nights are very common for the two of you after that one in the soop episode

-ˋˏ ღ fishing dates are suddenly also a thing now because he said so

-ˋˏ ღ his dad jokes make you sob on the inside, but then again the boys think of you as their mom since you worry your head off like one

-ˋˏ ღ "JAGI, IS KOOKIE OKAY?!"

-ˋˏ ღ "that brat is fine, he does dumb stuff a lot"

—MIN YOONGI ; suga !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yoona

-ˋˏ ღ to start this off, you bullied yoongi with the others.

-ˋˏ ღ BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY BECAUSE HIS REACTIONS ARE HYSTERICAL

-ˋˏ ღ YooNa moments are really hard to catch on camera, because yoongi has a preference on keeping a lot of your vulnerable moments private but when they do come up, THEY'RE ALWAYS LIKE A KDRAMA

-ˋˏ ღ there was this one scenario, both of your kpop groups were attending an event and were sat next to eachother (totally not on purpose uhuh)

-ˋˏ ღ the thing was, your company failed to think that your outfit wouldn't give you enough warmth, and the even was out in the open so you were freezing to death (BRUH)

-ˋˏ ღ and yoongles was kind enough to shrug off his coat and put it over your shoulders

-ˋˏ ღ he got rewarded with a kiss in private :)

-ˋˏ ღ whenever he has birthday lives, you're always there with him or well- you're in every live he has

-ˋˏ ღ he was wearing some goofy shades and a party hat while you were just watching

-ˋˏ ღ "you look like a clown, pabo (fool)"

-ˋˏ ღ "someone doesn't want cake"

-ˋˏ ღ you both glared at eachother after, even though you couldn't even see his eyes

-ˋˏ ღ the armies were just laughing their asses off in the chat

-ˋˏ ღ anyway, you honestly love his gummy little smile or the way he's an old man in a young body

-ˋˏ ღ your relationship reflects that statement, the both of you prefer being traditional most of the time

-ˋˏ ღ sure he loves watching movies for hours and taking a nap, but nothing would ever beat just watching the moon together

-ˋˏ ღ when he was nervous about releasing his first album, you were with him every step of the way! the production of music, drafting of ideas, the photoshoots

-ˋˏ ღ when you were gone for months on end because of a tour and press conference across the world, yoongi was absolutely depressed

-ˋˏ ღ he ended up releasing his frustration through music specifically, so far away that featured Suran

-ˋˏ ღ when you listened to it, your heart honestly shattered

-ˋˏ ღ that day, you promised yourself that you would always be with Yoongi, you will never be far from him for over 2 months, it was what made your relationship grow so much

-ˋˏ ღ you had seen every side of him, the raw energy of agustD, the creative and sweet Suga, then the truthful and reflecting Min Yoongi

-ˋˏ ღ and he had seen every part of you, Yona's love for her fans, and Y/N's truth

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are absolutely in love, soulmates even

-ˋˏ ღ everyone is convinced that the two of you were made for eachother

-ˋˏ ღ OKAY BACK TO CRACK

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love arguing with eachother as a joke and he just starts being a baby

-ˋˏ ღ you remember the one time you stole his last tangerine and he was so upset (not really but he wanted to be petty) that he THEN finished all the ice cream in your freezer

-ˋˏ ღ yes you ranted about this to your fans and yoongi heard, so he just walked up to you and started clinging onto you to annoy you

-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! Get off you man-child!"

-ˋˏ ღ "What if I say no"

-ˋˏ ღ "god!"

-ˋˏ ღ "Yes?"

-ˋˏ ღ you hated him being such a smart ass too but like it's okay i guess....

-ˋˏ ღ one time you slapped cat ears on his head and he was just flabbergasted while staring at you

-ˋˏ ღ (you snapped pics so fast and sent them to the guys)

-ˋˏ ღ ANYWAY you bullied him by constantly calling him cute and whatever (maybe even ahjussi)

-ˋˏ ღ ok but then he calls you a grandma too

-ˋˏ ღ sitting on his lap or on his sofa while he produces music is really calming for u

-ˋˏ ღ just baskin in eachothers presence <3

—JUNG HOSEOK ; j-hope !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yo-hope

-ˋˏ ღ he's your sunshine and you're his moon omg

-ˋˏ ღ it was such a 'sunshine and the moon that protects it' trope and the fans loved it

-ˋˏ ღ hobi was always there to cheer you up after a really stressful day at work and you loved him so much for it

-ˋˏ ღ it was absolutely amazing to come home to him after a bad day since he knew what to do to cheer u up and make u happyyy

-ˋˏ ღ when some antis were hating him, you couldn't care less if you had gotten backlash, you defended him in every way you could

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, hobi was all you could ever care about since the two of you had supported one another since day one

-ˋˏ ღ when you two announced the two of you were together, the positivity that came out was overwhelming and the both of you were absolutely overjoyed with it

-ˋˏ ღ yo-hope was one of the favorite ships in the k-pop community because of the contrast between the two of you

-ˋˏ ღ you were actually the one that got hobi to start doing lives again!!! you always encouraged him and made sure he heard the things youd end your live on

-ˋˏ ღ "Okay guys, if Hobi ever goes on live, please show him as much support and love you can! for me!"

-ˋˏ ღ and on hobi's first live, you were there and made sure to check if some of your fans had actually showed support and sure enough, it was full of usernames that were referencing your kpop group

-ˋˏ ღ you and hobi are almost inseparable unless absolutely necessary because whenever you arent around, sweet boy feels so incomplete

-ˋˏ ღ there are like hundreds of compilations of Yo-Hope moments, a lot of the time you would just walk up to hobi and cling on him cause you need your charger

-ˋˏ ღ HIS JOY IS YOUR JOY

-ˋˏ ღ You love watching the boys kinda just grab hobi and hug him too, cuz he really is bangtan's sunshine

-ˋˏ ღ when the maknaes mess around with hobi, you swear hobi should be in the maknae line

-ˋˏ ღ whenever hobi is about to collapse laughing, you always catch him while laughing yourself (you cant deny it, there are 10 minute compilations of it)

-ˋˏ ღ you know when he has his moments when he's really stressed and down, overthinking about a lot, but you're always there to keep him up

-ˋˏ ღ you'll always be his moon, his partner, his soulmate :)

-ˋˏ ღ okay not going to lie, you and yoongi have beef over who gets jhope more (literally glaring at eachother from across the room)

-ˋˏ ღ it's okay though! the both of u decided to glare at anyone who messes with hobi

-ˋˏ ღ (i'm totally not buttering u guys up bcuz jimin's hcs r so funny)

-ˋˏ ღ Jack in the Box was a wild experience for you, Jay was a whole other entity when you watched him perform

-ˋˏ ღ hobi wanted to show armies that he wasn't all smiles and that he also struggled, YOU WERE ALL FOR IT!!!!

—PARK JIMIN ; jimin !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yomin

-ˋˏ ღ jimin.. the punching bag of bangtan for the amount of funny and embarrassing stuns he has pulled

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are such lover girl x lover boy though

-ˋˏ ღ jimin could care less about the cameras around, he wants his baby!! the editors can deal with cutting it out!!!!

-ˋˏ ღ he loves to just like.. snatch you away from everyone and like keep you on his lap

-ˋˏ ღ "jimin, can I get off-"

-ˋˏ ღ "No"

-ˋˏ ღ In terms of man child-ness, he and taehyung are verrryyy close

-ˋˏ ღ sometimes the three of you hangout, taehyung ends up being like the sibling you bring around while you and your s/o go out and buying the kid so much food

-ˋˏ ღ at this point, you don't know if taehyung comes for the food or for the companionship BUT ANYWAY back to jimin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jimin act like such a married couple (hes totally not planning to propose uhuh mhm yessir on god)

-ˋˏ ღ the two of you bicker and then end up having a whole kdrama scene and I think the other BTS members are really tired of it but who cares you two love eachother

-ˋˏ ღ the way you two guys met was the funniest part

-ˋˏ ღ you and him were hosting together, and while interviewing someone at a table and sitting down, jimin immediately fell down on live

-ˋˏ ღ you were fighting for your life to not laugh while the interviewee was just there flabbergasted

-ˋˏ ღ that's how you two became such a lover girl and lover boy couple

-ˋˏ ღ when his new album came out, he absolutely demanded you would make a cameo in the 'Like Crazy' mv and you ended up in it

-ˋˏ ღ so now you're in the theories for the music video but like it's okay cause they're entertaining

-ˋˏ ღ jimin probably reads fanfics of YoMin and he loves to be shameless about it when he's with you.. what a brat

-ˋˏ ღ speaking about brat, he has such an attitude sometimes oh my god

-ˋˏ ღ out of everyone, he also has such a strong satoori and it's funny and scary at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ HE SOUNDS SO CONDESCENDING- he loves using it when a guy tries harrassing you while the both of you are out

-ˋˏ ღ You know that one video with Taehyung and Jimin together, and Jimin starts threatening you in Satoori? Yeah imagine that 💀

-ˋˏ ღ he's so mean sometimes too I swear- he loves teasing and bullying you

-ˋˏ ღ In the name of your stans, you will beat Jimin up one day, just not today

-ˋˏ ღ when the both of you are live and you find yourself without your indoor slippers he's yelling at you like:

-ˋˏ ღ "WEAR YOUR SLIPPERS PROPERLY"

-ˋˏ ღ "URUSAI (SHUT UP IN JAPANESE FOR SOME REASON?)"

-ˋˏ ღ The armies and stans were just watching this happen like it was normal. They're all used to how you and Jimin are like when the two of you are together

-ˋˏ ღ They saw you smack jimin and then Jimin stared at the camera with his mouth agape

-ˋˏ ღ "ARMYYY SHE JUST HIT ME"

-ˋˏ ღ and then the messages were like "BEAT HIM UP Y/N" "GO OFF QUEEN" "MOREEEEEE 🤾🏻‍♀️🤾🏻‍♀️" "let her COOK"

-ˋˏ ღ and suddenly jimin was lying down on the floor while you scrolled on your phone

-ˋˏ ღ yeah you made him beg for forgiveness

—KIM TAEHYUNG ; V !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: taena

-ˋˏ ღ "tan-ahh don't keep Y/N all to yourself!!"

-ˋˏ ღ you were yeontan's momma ever since you and taehyung got together and it was obvious who was tannie's favorite

-ˋˏ ღ you loved to take pictures with yeontan and post it on social media, showing the world the adorable teacup pom with his popular momma! all with taehyung's permission of course

-ˋˏ ღ in one of taehyung's very much rare lives, the three of you were in bed with acoustic music playing in the back

-ˋˏ ღ though the live was very short, armies could fully see the love and admiration taehyung had for you

-ˋˏ ღ actually- he even decided to kiss you in front of the cam 😭

-ˋˏ ღ the next day, the clip was all over social media, taehyung personally thinking they're just overreacting about the whole ordeal like he's not one of the most powerful men in Korea 💀💀

-ˋˏ ღ but tae is your baby tbh (he's the goofy little dork in the relationship and you have to take care of him)

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung has this one cute habit where if he goes on live, he HAS to talk about your idol career or you in general at least.. like three times

-ˋˏ ღ everyone needs to know the beauty of Korea is his of course!!

-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love listening to his deep husky voice in their songs.. you love all of them but nothing beats taehyung's solo songs for you (they are in your everyday playlist)

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love to wear matching outfits when you have to go out, and the fans go wild for it!

-ˋˏ ღ I swear to god you've seen a shirt with a picture of u and taehyung matching on it 😭

-ˋˏ ღ whenever your schedules let you, the three of you like to go out in the early morning to walk around the empty streets of seoul like a little family

-ˋˏ ღ this doesnt stop taehyung from wanting 3-5 kids in the future though

-ˋˏ ღ you and taehyung absolutely value time together since the both of you are constantly doing someone with their idol career, but at the end of the day

-ˋˏ ღ the both of you still lay in the same bed just admiring eachother

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung maybe locking yeontan out of the room if he was feeling a bit frisky that night

-ˋˏ ღ but anyway, this little dork loves showing you the random stuff he buys and it's honestly concerning and funny at the same time

-ˋˏ ღ and he's so freaking blunt about it omfg

-ˋˏ ღ "look at that chair with an ass on it" "tae, jagi, what the fu-"

-ˋˏ ღ AND THE HAS LIKE 10 RAMEN COOKERS IN HIS HOUSE HELP SAVE Y/N

-ˋˏ ღ even then, he still wants you to cook for him cause he's a lil baby that can't take care of himself omg

-ˋˏ ღ taehyung loves to abuse his tata mic face on you and it makes it so hard to say no to him, the situation goes like:

-ˋˏ ღ "Jagi, I want a bread maker"

-ˋˏ ღ "Tae, no, why in the name of Bang-PD would we need a bread maker??"

-ˋˏ ღ *tata mic face*

-ˋˏ ღ "oh my god- you are such a baby, fine ugh"

-ˋˏ ღ tae also has this one habit of like making up his own language or something, and the fact that you've spent years with him and as his soulmate, you are his translator alongside Suga

-ˋˏ ღ you find it absolutely endearing and adorable though

-ˋˏ ღ you know how taehyung is blunt yeah? he has said with a straight face before the following:

-ˋˏ ღ "If this idol thing doesn't work out for us, we should become a farm family and have an army of 5 kids and then an army of chickens to attack jimin-shi when he visits us"

-ˋˏ ღ lord have mercy on Y/N- WAIT 5 KIDS? 💀

—JEON JUNGKOOK ; jungkook !

-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yokook

-ˋˏ ღ the only thing he likes about the two of you being idols is that the both of you have a gigantic privilege

-ˋˏ ღ he absolutely hates the fact that the two of you lack privacy and the hate that comes from some 'army' (bruh)

-ˋˏ ღ other than that, he still is absolutely in love with you, full of adoration in his adorable doe eyes

-ˋˏ ღ you know how he's the ambassador of Calvin Klein? You're also an ambassador so CK decided a couple shoot with the both of you would be good coverage for them

-ˋˏ ღ another pro about the couple shoot is that you can make it clear to your fans that the both of you are very much devoted to each other

-ˋˏ ღ weekly training together is a must! an absolute must!!! or else kookie will get sulky and sad for the rest of the week and cry to bam or something

-ˋˏ ღ on one of his late night lives, you had walked into the room while he was talking to army, he had the galaxy doohickey on and a candle next to him

-ˋˏ ღ "hi tokki" you greeted him with a soft smile

-ˋˏ ღ "noona!" he immediately took his attention off the chat to walk to you and give you a kiss

-ˋˏ ღ the army were going crazy in chat with "YOKOOK!!" "MY SHIP SAILED" "Love to YoKook from ___!! <3"

-ˋˏ ღ after the small kiss the both of you sat on the couch and you greet the army with a wave and lazy grin

-ˋˏ ღ you and jungkook made some small talk while some music played on the tv, you could only assume that he was doing some karaoke before you got home

-ˋˏ ღ while the two of you talked, you caught a glimpse from chat that includes "Kookie looks so inlove with her🥺🥺", "He grew up so fast and now he has an amazing gf 😭", "His eyes tell so much!!!!"

-ˋˏ ღ the smile that appeared on your face couldn't be contained, the moment jungkook saw your smile, he turned to look at the source and he couldn't help but smile himself at all the comments

-ˋˏ ღ "Thank you for all the support, Army. I'll always hold Army, BTS, and Y/N close to my heart"

-ˋˏ ღ honestly you made him pull out the slight busan accent (its so hot bruh wtf the little sigh at the end) and you loved the way it sounded

-ˋˏ ღ You went to go do a quick errand in your shared bedroom so you left Kook alone in the living room to do whatever he was doing

-ˋˏ ღ what you came back to was absolutely adorable and hilarious.

-ˋˏ ღ you saw a kookie in slumber, a chat going wild the moment they saw you, and the candle still burning.

-ˋˏ ღ you laughed as you read some of the comments from chat and blew out the candle, you bid army farewell with a promise that you will take care of the golden maknae

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A KILLER'S TOUCH ! !

𐀔 A/N ; ; ik this is delayed but ! ! hey at least i posted it so LOL this is my first time writing for nanami ! so i hope you enjoy it ! so sorry if it's not the best written nanami <///3

𐀔 SYNOPSIS ; ; walking in on your murderer husband is always such a delight, how could you help yourself when he stood there covered in blood and breathing heavy ? don't worry, nanami loved taking care of his needy wife.

𐀔 CW ; ; killer! nanami, the reader loves her killer husband, nanami is covered in blood, fingering, fucking on top of a desk, nanami being in love with you, slight begging, slight mentions of overstimulation, cream pie, etc.

his breathing was heavy, chest rising up and down as he placed the body of his victim inside a body bag so he could discard it properly later. 

nanami's beige pants and blue button up were stained red, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his bloodied forearms, the mess that was in the basement was going to be a hassle to clean up. mentally scolding himself for not being a cleaner during the process, but he couldn't help it, he was too caught up in his actions to even notice or care for the blood that splattered and stained his skin and clothes. 

he stood tall, glancing down at his hands, he made a noise of disapproval as he looked at his hands, much like everything else, they were covered in his victim's blood. 

a gentle knock came from the basement door, nanami's stern gaze fell on the door, "come in." he called, he knew he had no reason to worry, the door slipped open, you took a small peek inside the room before walking inside the basement and heading down the stairs. 

once your eyes caught the mess that the room was in, your eyes widened slightly, "oh my, you made such a mess, kento." you scolded as you stepped closer to your husband, "i know, i'll clean it later." he replied,

wrapping your arms around his waist, you hummed, not caring for the blood that ruined your clothes. "y'know, you've always looked so good like this," you mumbled, your lips pressed against his neck, due to his shirt's buttons being undone, his collarbone and neck were all up for grabs. a soft breath left your husband's lips, his body started to heat up as he felt your lips on his skin. 

some would say that he's a monster, killing for fun, but who were you? getting turned on at the sight of him covered in the blood of an innocent person. 

he moved you back to his desk, this specific desk is where he kept track of everything related to his murders, just so his violent acts were hidden away. 

you slipped onto the desk, your husband stood between your legs, his lips pressed against yours. melting into a heated make out session, your arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, the metallic smell that filled the room was overwhelming, but you didn't care. your fingers tangled in his hair, making it messy, your teeth clashed against one another, nanami was leaning over you, his body trapping you against his desk. his bloodied hands gripping the wood, leaving his mark on the furniture. 

he knew this was unlawful, in general all the things happened in this basement were unlawful, but when it came to you he couldn't help himself. after the lack of oxygen started to get to you both, nanami pulled back slightly, the look you were giving him made his heart shudder. glossy lips, flushed face, lust hidden behind your pretty eyes.

nanami wasn't the needy type, he was calm, collected, he knew how to keep himself grounded, but you always seemed to get under his skin, completely ruining that collected persona he had mastered.

he dipped his head down to your jaw, kissing down to your neck, his kisses were sloppy, needy. hands slipped down to your pants, quickly pulling them off, his fingers pressed against your cunt, pushing apart your folds as the pad of his middle finger gently pressed against your clit, making your body jolt, a sharp gasp left your lips while your hands gripped his shirt. 

nanami's fingers were skilled, knowing all the places that made you mewl like the back of his palm. his fingers toyed with your clit, feeling as your cunt got wet under his touch. pushing his middle finger and ring finger inside you, nanami curled his fingers up against your walls, making your breath hitch. your head was thrown back, letting nanami mark your neck with hickies while his fingers pushed in and out of you. 

moans slipped past your lips shameless, your legs twitching as his fingers curled inside you, his thumb pressed against your puffy clit. "k–kento!" you whined, your hips bucking up against his palm, he hummed as he pulled away from your neck, pleased with the various hickies he left. 

his eyes stared into yours, he watched you intently as you made a mess against his fingers. your eyes were glossy and your lips were shaky, small noises of bliss slipping past your lips. nanami adjusted his position, keeping his fingers moving with ease, while his free hand came to grip your chin, "look at me," he ordered, which you happily obliged, "open," he added, your lips parted, his bloodied fingers slipped inside your mouth. the metallic taste of blood filled your tastebuds, your eyes rolled back slightly. his fingers pressed against your tongue before letting you suck on them. "good girl." nanami praised, a delighted hum leaving his lips. 

your senses were overwhelmed and your legs were getting shaky, a warmth building up against your cunt, your moans got higher in pitch and your cunt was tightening around his fingers. nanami pulled his hand away from your mouth, "come on, pretty. cum for me." nanami cooed lovingly as his thumb abused your clit in the best ways, your hips squirmed, that tight knot that built up was getting tighter and tighter, your moans were loud and whiny, finally that knot snapped. making your back arch and your legs shake as a loud mewl left your lips.

nanami stilled, keeping his thumb pressed on your clit to let you ride out your orgasm. 

the sight you gave him made his breath hitch, his cock was pressed against his pants, making it hard to concentrate. he moved his hands away, staring down at you as you laid there, breathless and shaky, surely you knew that he wasn't done. 

hazy eyes fell on him, being able to capture the perfect moment as his hands swiftly undid his leather belt, unbuttoning his pants before pulling his zipper down. his actions already had you throbbing against nothing. 

"you can take this, right?" nanami questioned, he knew you could, but he always liked hearing it from you. nodding your head a little bit too eagerly, you agreed, "y–yes! please kento, 'm need you so bad." your words were slurred as a pretty smile came to your lips, weren't you sweet. a small smile crawled onto nanami's lips, his hands grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk. he pulled his pants down, his cock pressing against your cunt. 

you kept your legs spread wide, your hand slipped down to your cunt, spreading out your folds, inviting him in. it drove him crazy, already acting like a cockdrunk slut without him doing anything. 

"c'mon, kento, put it inn.. stuff me full." you whined, leaning over you, nanami pushed his cock inside, pushing apart your walls so nicely. your wet cunt was easy to slip into, his cock being hugged snugly by your cunny. a soft grunt left nanami's lips as he pushed in, you were practically sucking him, a soft sigh left your lips, he kept a firm grip on your hips, his nails digging into your plush skin, leaving crescent marks on your skin. 

it didn't take long before nanami's hips started moving, his pace was needy, he couldn't help it. letting out the softest noises of pleasure, soft grunts and moans leaving his lips. there was something about fucking his wife that always had him losing himself. the way you laid pretty on the desk, legs pushed apart, his cock bullying it was inside you, the way you moaned his name, everything. you had him in a chokehold, not that he minded, he put a ring around your finger for that reason.

his palm landed on your stomach, his hand slid up, pulling up your shirt and bra to expose your tits, with the pace of his thrusts, your tits bounced pretty for him. 

his cock pushed in and out of you, your moans filled the basement, small mewls of his name, stutters and stumbled words, such a pretty girl, his pretty wife, his partner in crime. 

nanami kept his hands on your body, either on your hips or rubbing up and down your abdomen, a silent way to appreciate your body, "you look s–o pretty, darling." nanami muttered, his voice slightly strained from pleasure, his words made your cunt flutter around him. 

he groaned softly, he was getting close, feeling a pressure build up inside him, moving one of his hands to your cunt, his fingers toying with your clit, the feeling making your legs twitch, "ken–! feels so good! keep going!" you whined, seeing you so messy under him was truly a guilty pleasure, he kept toying with your clit while his cock kept fucking your cunt, his balls slapping against your skin. 

your cunt started to tighten around him, feeling a bit overstimulated and shaky, your climax was getting closer and closer. your eyes shutting tightly while one hand came to your lips, a mediocre attempt to try and muffle your shameless moans. nanami was quick to shut that down though, he pulled your hand away and pinned it against the desk. "you've been crying out like a whore, don't try to be modest now." nanami scolded, keeping a tight hold on your arm, his words threw you hard into your climax, a choked cry of pleasure leaving your lips while your body shook under him. your cunt spasmed around nanami's cock, he let out a soft string of curses as his pace got sloppy, it was hard to focus on his speed and pace while his body was so close to his own climax. 

"kento, please cum inside! i want you to stuff me full..!" you begged your mind hazy and your body growing overstimulated, his balls twitched, shoving his cock deep inside you, his cum spurted out. a moan left his lips as his cum stuffed your cunt, his grip on your hips was tight, he lowered his head slightly as his body calmed down from his climax. his cock started to soften after a few moments, slowly pulling out, nanami cherished the last few seconds of your walls before he pulled out. stepping back slightly, he stuffed himself back into his pants, his gaze focused on you. his chest was still rising a falling rather heavily, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, showing off his chest as it was covered with a thin sheet of sweat while his shirt was tucked into his pants messily. he looked messy, the victim's blood mixed with his sweat had your fucked out brain dizzy. 

slowly, you pulled yourself up, sitting up on the desk, "go upstairs, darling. i have to clean up here." nanami said softly, cupping your cheek with his hand, now the blood on his hands was dried, therefore there was no mess, nodding as you stared up at him and gave him a small smile. nanami leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on your lips, his hands then moving to tug down your shirt and bra as well as bending down to pick up your panties and sliding them back on to avoid his cum slipping out of you.

with that, you went upstairs, leaving nanami to clean the bloodied basement. 

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[raythekiller]

hi there!! omg i just wanna say i love your writing and your art so so so much!! thank you for keeping the fandom well-fed and alive o7! if you don’t mind me asking, what are your thoughts on the slendermansion? like the layout, how it operates, and what creeps live there :D tysm!!! - tulip anon (if it’s not already taken lol)

🗒 ❛ Slendermansion Headcanons ༉‧₊˚✧

#Notes: I have so many thoughts about this omg

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First off, I think it's a manor instead of a mansion. Mansions are simply big houses located normally on neighbourhoods while manors are often times isolated, are bigger and have some land around them with maybe some other buildings in the property. There are three main floors, along with a basement and an attic. The first floor has a big ass entrance, a living room, kitchen, dinning room, nurse's office and storage, while the second one is almost exclusively for bedrooms, most of which have suites (but there is a community bathroom as well on all three main floors). The third floor has the proxy's bedrooms, Slenderman's room and a library. Every bedroom comes with a bed and a closet, but everything else the creeps have to either make or acquire in some way by themselves (Sally is an exception). Everyone works for and obeys Slenderman and in return receive clothes, food and a place to live. The only creep that doesn't live there is Jane. Here's some bedroom headcanons:

JEFF: A mess, lives in the second floor. The walls were shitly painted black by him and you can see several missing spots. There are some band and horror movie posters on the walls and you can barely see the floor because of the amount of clothes and trash scattered around. His blinds are always closed and they are that thick type that doesn't let any sunlight get through. Deadass lives like a vampire.

BEN: Another mess, also in the second floor. There are snacks and food wrappings all around the floor and several videogames posters on the wall, along with a pro gamer computer set complete with a LED keyboard, mouse and headset, also a big ass television. His walls are a yellowish green, also with some missing spots.

TOBY: Lives in the third floor, his walls are beige and his bed covers are a brownish orange flannel. Windows always open to let some fresh air in. It's filled with several trinkets he stole from his victims and actually looks kind of aesthetic pleasing if you ignore how unorganized it is, kinda like those indie bedrooms you see on Pinterest. Has a few house plants scattered around, like cactus and succulents, nothing too difficult to take care of (he doesn't have much of a green thumb).

EYELESS JACK: Lives in the basement, since he uses the freezers in there to store his food. Not very decorated, since he spends most of his time in the nurse's office, save from the blood (if you can call that decoration).

LAUGHING JACK: Lives in the attic. Has several kids toys he steals from his victims, all of which he DIY'd to be black and white like him. His old music box is on a prestigious self on top of his bed.

MASKY: Pretty organized, lives on the third floor. Mostly consists of brownish colors and tones. Has one of those clothes racks where he keeps his flannels and some old bands posters on the walls. Nothing too fancy. Makes his bed every morning.

HOODIE: Lives in the third floor. Kinda messy, but in a fancy way. Has several notebook pages torn off with song lyrics he writes sitting around, along with manuscript papers. His guitar is normally resting by his bed and is decorated with stickers. Masky makes fun of him for it, but he has fairy lights.

BLOODY PAINTER: Lives in the second floor, but has an exclusive art studio in the property outside of the manor that looks like a little shack. His walls are white, but covered in paint splashes, so they're very colorful, same thing with the floor. Has many canvases laying around, filled and empty, as well as acrylic paints and papers with random sketches and thumbnails.

X-VIRUS: Lives in the third floor. His walls are black and with several shelves, all with test tubes, flasks and beakers filled with strange and glowing chemicals inside of them. Has LED lights on the corners of the ceiling, always shining green. Has every lab equipment you could think of, from microscopes to bunsen burners and magnetic stirrers.

CLOCKWORK: Lives in the second floor. The most aesthetically pleasing room. Has tarot tapestry hanging from the walls and ceiling as well as those fake vines. Her walls are filled head to toe with drawings she makes herself, also those aesthetic posters with plants and butterflies and such. Speaking of, she has fake paper butterflies hanging on the ceiling. Uses monster cans as flower pots. Has a ukulele sitting in the corner that she gave up on learning how to play.

KATE THE CHASER: Left her room the way she found it, all white walls and a single closet and a bed with no covers. Barely ever steps inside of it. It's located on the third floor.

NINA THE KILLER: Lives in the second floor. Her room genuinely looks like some kind of early 2000's emo parade. Walls covered entirely in band posters (especially the main singers) and an unholy amount of plushies, mostly sanrio ones. Has a shelf only for her Monster High dolls.

SALLY: Second floor. Any little girl's dream bedroom. Fairy lights, pink walls, an insane amount of plushies and dolls as well as a dollhouse. Has some of her drawings pinned on the walls.

bonus!

LANE: Third floor. Grey walls with some band and horror movies/series posters, especially Supernatural, along with some random sketches pinned. A lot of plants sitting around on the shelves, floor and windowsill. Windows always open. Their bed has black covers and a hand-saw fox plushie laying by the pillow.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #ray.writes #ticci toby #eyeless jack #jeff the killer #ben drowned #masky #laughing jack #hoodie #bloody painter #kate the chaser #x virus #oc.lane hellshire #nina the killer #clockwork #creepypasta sally #tulip anon

[sixftmp3]

actually you know what fuck it im feeling insane.

analysis of the album cover

the thing that stands out to me most about this is that this is the first idkhow album cover to feature dallon weekes on it. 1981 and razzmatazz both feature more abstract, corporate styles. they're more akin to logos than album art, featuring simple shapes and clean lines.

yes, the new invention single art featured dallon, as did the new invention ft tessa violet. however, both of these covers are for singles, not for the overarching album. they were not meant to define the entire era, only serving to represent one single song.

the only other humans are artistic depictions in the style of 50s and 60s promotions---christmas drag, debra, leave me alone (piano version), and mx. sinister brings to mind horror flicks.

the second thing that caught my attention was, of course, the tar on dallon's feet and pant legs, and on closer inspection can also be seen on his fingertips. these can also be seen in the other album art:

what this black tar represents isn't really obvious right now. knowing what we know about dallon and his writing habits, i want to say it's something symbolic off the metaphorical sludge he's had to tread through to get to this point in his career. hell, the opening track is called fucking DOWNSIDE. downside of what? i think we can take an educated guess.

that leads me to my next point! if we return to the cover art, you'll notice that mr. weekes is dressed in an all-beige suit while sitting on some obnoxiously orange concrete blocks under an almost clear-blue sky. dallon almost looks out of place. i think these orange blocks represent his current place in his career. he's also looking down, with this expression of melancholy. does he regret coming up here? was it worth trudging through the black sludge, dealing with all the bullshit it takes to be a musician in this day and age?

we also have that second image, where dallon's beige suit doesn't stand out nearly as much with the more dilapidated, basement-esque concrete hall with a notably duller sky, which seems to be an in-between of whatever got that sludge on his feet and the skyrise orange blocks. i don't have any fancy analysis to apply to the second image, but it does make for an interesting accompaniment.

and that concludes my insanity about this image. thank you for listening

#me.txt #idkhow #i told yall it was gonna get insane.

[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Ch. 10

A Homelander X F! Reader/Dadlander fanfic.

A/N: sorry for the delay, I wrote another fic and that ate my time, hope y'all like the chapter, there's only 3 chapters left and the epilogue and now that kinktober its done I should be able to post the remaining chapters on time, if ya like to be on the taglist plz leave a comment with a request. prev. chapter here:

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characthers, child neglect, dadlander, romance, some spicy and murder.

Chapter Ten

Reconsidering

A lavish prison.

More rooms than ideas to fill them with– mere latrines for kisch. 

Floors that screamed ugly opulence, the kind that made you yearn for the simplicity of owning nothing, of forced minimalism... or tasteful decor.

When you cracked your neck to witness the enormity of the seven story mansion (not counting the cellar basement and the terrace) the price tag had frightened you to the core more than the height, making you feel more than inadequate in visitation, as you had come in jeans and an ironic t-shirt to accompany him (not that you had a choice)--  as Homelander pulled you around from floor to floor, forcing you to walk alongside him from beige rooms to white rooms, past rich dark wood doors. So heavy they hurt your wrist, you worried for your future.

These were the things you could only witness in pictures.

“I hate the carpet.” He said coyly, trying to stand close to you without frightening you.

Looking down at the rug you’ve taken your shoes off for-- it was luxurious, it was nice for the somewhat dark library, the smell of curated cedar and walnut genuinely intoxicating. From a second glance it matched his taste in your mind, but you guess he was a lot more finicky than he already was– perhaps it wasn’t soft enough for him, you thought.

“I'd rather we just have the floors bare– it’ll be easier to clean.”

“Concerned about the maids already?”

“Maids?”

“Honey, you don’t think I expect you to clean this thing by yourself?” He gave you a playful pat in the back– even with superspeed you’ll wear yourself out…”

The real estate agent who kept rubbernecking at your direction, raised his eyebrow as he saw how stiff you were next to your fiance.

Pressing yourself against the aged stone of the terrace fence, the city seemed so far away as you looked down from so high up, wondering if you could fall quick enough, if he would catch you right on time or make it easy for himself and play the tragic broken hearted hero. The cold breeze kissed your temples as you processed the jarring passage of time.

Kaleem, his wife Alessia and your co-worker Chrissie dropped what they were doing when you broke the news that you’ve gotten engaged, they’ve already gotten it from the breaking news report and online but actually hearing it out of your mouth cemented it, it wasn’t a lookalike sharing your name marrying Homelander! But you! Their hardworking and worn out cook. 

Who never once mentioned him before, who never described your baby daddy, who gave no hints… yet to them who thought were your friends–if not confidants, felt betrayed.

They were friends of yours but the fear of Homelander’s and Vought had been so great you never wanted to disclose who’s Helena’s father was to anybody, they had formed very strong opinions over the time they’ve known you but at the sight of half a dozen black suits entering their pizza shop– you probably would have never been able to tell them on your terms, anyways.

 You had no choice now but to divulge.

After having been made to lose a day’s work and being informed they would have to agree to some sketchy stuff regarding selling your situation to the public, you owed them an explanation– at least the financial compensation for their cooperation was generous.

Right now you were a stranger.

You told a version of your story, adding to what they already knew, like everybody else their image of Homelander was firmly cemented after 20 years of exposure to the bastard, it was hard to view ‘The Nation’s Favorite Dad’ was the one who threw you on the streets, nobody spoke much while you melted into the booth, your sight so far away, as the light’s buzz drilled into your brain.

“Is the dick at least good?” Chrissie slurped loudly on her coke– I mean go get your bag bitch, just don’t let him make you sign a prenup and when you get divorce take half his shit.”

“Slightly above mid… his mouth tho…” You did smile there.

“Is it little?” 

“I wish… shit hurts. Can’t sit straight afterwards... he's just so quick! Thank god his mouth isn't just good at speeches” You chuckle dryly.

Chrissie began spacing her fingers until you rolled your eyes in embarrassment, poor Kaleem sat in his corner pretending to be blind.

You both shared an ugly snorting laugh, cackling from the absurdity of the situation.

“You wouldn’t be the first woman to marry for benefits– trust me I seen a lot of ‘90 day fiance’ and my aunt Lucia’s been married to my uncle for 32 years– she met him a month before the wedding and only for the green card.”

“32 years?” That was dreadful.

Alessia was quite relaxed about the whole ordeal, if anything it was the most stimulating thing that had happened in recent years and seeing a six-year- old tutor her teenage son was exhilarating.

“She said he has a big dick and uncle works the night shift… works great for her– pretty sure 2 of their 7 kids are his” 

“Is this the aunt Lucia that came and did our light fixtures? I feel sorry for your uncle.” Chrissie said.

“Yes– she's happy, and don’t be… Uncle Frank may have a whole other family in Mexico, but that’s a whole other business.” She said loudly– look you had it rought, and fuck him. I thought killing the dude at that rally was a bit much, but dumping you in the streets– way worse than murder! Look, we got three kids and if this dumbass died on me– I don’t know how I would cope and if some hot rich asshole asked me to marry him… I might ‘cuz college ain't cheap.” You could laugh, watching Kaleem agreeing he would do the same if she died– Homelander is cute and has money. You said it yourself– you don’t have to love him. He’ll meet somebody else and end it, but Helena it’s your main priority here not him, and I mean after everything you’ve been thru you deserve to cruise thru life.``

“I don’t think John is going to let me fuck around…” You groaned, resting your head on your forearm as you sunk deeper– I don’t have to be happy, right?”

“It’s overrated.” Chrissie said– Helena would probably finish college by 12, and that if she takes her time.”

“Thank you guys for encouraging me in my new ‘Sugar Baby’ journey– I always knew I had it in me to be an amazing hoe.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear… to them who just like you had to break their backs to keep the roof over their heads, it was an enviable golden opportunity and in this economy one couldn’t really afford to miss out on such opportunities… 

“Just pretend you like him if he’s ever around, I guess.” you mention.

“It’s gonna be hard ‘cuz I like Noir more.” Chrissie says leaning across the table to pat your shoulders.

So here you were admiring the Upper East Side, in the nicest street, in a coveted building that he had every desire in the world to make you ‘Lady of the House’, it was beyond extravagant it even had an elevator… so there was some appeal.

Ashley followed him like a lap dog as he listed a billion much needed remodeling decisions to bring back the home into the office spaces by force, in case he decided to purchase the edifice.

“So you like it? This is the fifth house we’ve seen… you said you wanted a yard and space.”

“Needs more plants… is a great location…” you said softly, still looking down, pretending to not notice Ashley was writing that down too.

“But do you love it?” he pressed rubbing your shoulders– we can still get the penthouse… even if it's only four bedrooms but great open concept! Or the condo right in front of Central park– but that one is only 3 bedrooms which might tamper with our plans… although the one in 63 street, classy and it has a cinema.” 

He kissed your forehead, after speaking quickly.

“Do you love it?” You asked, fixing his hair once he got too close to you– this will be your home too.”

“Is pre-war” He whines playfully– is so pretty… the brownstone… the history…” He gives you the most pathetic attempt of ‘puppy eyes’ you’ve ever seen, a smile creeps onto your face without permission which he takes graciously– I can see us here.”

“You’re not hanging a giant american flag anywhere in this house!”

“A small one?” He pouts.

“In your office… and it better be small, John.” You rested your head on his chest– The kitchen… is awful.”

He was touchy, your skin numb to his touch at this point, he wanted to kiss you and hold you until you cherished him, but he wouldn’t force it. 

You just had to keep smiling and thwart most of his approaches, but you know if you gave him just enough affection he would be unable to notice the wicked game you were playing– forcing him to move at your dictated pace, to keep him on his toes yearning that you would turn and pamper him, never knowing if his affections were welcomed or not, but knowing you gave yours to him and he welcomed it.

You could see Ryan and Helena growing up happy, and safe. 

You and those two children sitting by the fireplace, enjoying hot chocolate and opening Christmas presents.

You would in fact not choose this house just to spite the man, who had fallen in love with his grand vision– not that the chosen house was worse, just one floor shorter, just as massive as the other and still in a great location… so Homelander didn’t complain too much… just a little.

The boxes increased but there was still so much to fill up, even with his stuff it wasn’t enough to fill the gaps… he would not spare you from the American flags, tragically as it sounds. 

At least it was framed and matched the decor of the gallery and dining room. As you unpacked and watched the movers bring the beds while the kids argued about who kept which floor– Helena demanded the fourth floor already making executive decision to turn the empty rooms into labs and  offices for her future endeavors, while Ryan wanted to be normal child and stay in the same floor as his sibling, ultimately pushed to the fifth floor after multiple rounds of rock-paper-scissors, and a paternal mediator who said they had to settled it with another round of games which sadly Ryan lost.

After a laborious day, you two just sheepishly laughed as you stared at your bedroom, both leaning against each other as you laughed, staring at the wooden cross dividing the two beds and matching nightstands– all so very circa 50’s catholic chic. 

You two just laughed about how absurd this was in execution, a part of you wished to just put the beds together instead of making your great-grandmother proud.

“Y’know we could’ve fit two kings in here…” He said while staring at the space.

“I thought you wanted me close-by.”

“Double’s were the perfect choice.” He replied quickly.

It took weeks before you reached a boiling point with your live-in situation, to see him walk around your home in that stupid suit, his mind longing for the familiarity of his abandoned penthouse was frustrating, he himself didn't expect to miss it either– He felt like a guest that refused to leave instead of your fake fiancee, this wasn’t him staying overnight at your previous domicile levels of awkward, that had been a challenge on its own, even if now you skipped the pillow walls and sleeping on the floor… God knows how many times he picked your unconscious self up from the ground and laid you to bed, while he sat next to you reading a book in the dark– this was an alien living in your house calling himself the owner. 

Before you knew it your heart stung as you dragged the two kids to the nearest Target to bulk buy the man some loungewear, both from exasperation and as request from his son who mentioned he didn’t really own much clothes, and what little he did own he didn't feel like washing every 2 days just to chill around the house... and as his future wife you gave yourself automatic permission to buy him clothes… just anything that would get him out of that suit.

Ryan had never been to many stores before, much less a Target, it hurt a tad to see him fascinated by the colorful aisles and the abundance of people…knowing he had grown in a compound, the mother in you just wanted to squeeze him and apologies for it all, but you instead just squeezed the handle bars and let him pick snacks that caught his fancy.

It was hilarious that you would find yourself doing this again– back then buying for him had been difficult, he wore very little but he liked your input, he simply wore what you told him, but after so long you had no idea what he liked anymore– this wasn’t food… this wasn’t easy… so the plainest sets were your best bet.

There was something fresh about this, as you perused the aisles with the kids in tow, thinking of buying him some jeans and clean button ups, Ryan picking up colorful socks while Helena opted to pick him a shirt just to fit in.

You had fun, you looked forward to sprousing his wardrobe, watching this scene play out made you feel as if you were normal, until somebody took your photo at the checkout in your least flattering angle.

It took another week before he opened up to being undressed and exposed in cheap pajama pants and white t-shirts, it would take three weeks for him to do so without being told to– plus enough complaints about people trying to photograph them after seeing the Homelander lounge in the terrace, served as added motivation.

You told yourself it wasn’t too bad to cohabitate, as you saw him slowly get more and more comfortable in his new environment, as you watched him become softer with your kids, as you found yourself having pleasant breakfasts, found yourself being welcomed home and conversed over coffee about your day or his day– not even bringing up his concerns about you still choosing to work in Lucci when you could do so much better too often, giving up on teasing you with buying you a restaurant, or upcoming publicity stunts when you weren’t in the mood to listen to the drivel.

Staring down from the roof garden looking at the brownstone buildings around and the pale light, pleased by the subtle fragrance of flowers behind you, he seemed so normal as you watched him from across the coffee table.

He kept sipping on his latte looking miffed before turning around and asked about why Elmo had been staying over for the last 3 days, to which you reminded him he sent his dads to sort some business in Singapore.

“Does he have no other family?” He thought of Singapore– it was quite urgent… they decided to fuck us up.”

“You and them booked them for acting classes plus they have their first suit fittings tomorrow… easier for them to leave Elmo here and have us take care of that– they’re a team-up. They should be close.”

“I know! But why does he have to sleep here? He’s a boy.” He seemed concerned.

“‘Cuz we got the space…?”

“It doesn’t seem appropriate.”

“Oh you freak.”

 He was still stiff around the edges but you could bear with it, as you saw him and Helena bond you knew your daughter was handling him well– your target was Ryan now. 

You asked him to help you around the kitchen more, taking your time to teach him without pressure, scolding his father when he acted like it was undignified of him to help around the kitchen and forced him to eat whatever he'd made, making him feel proud when he took charge of dinner even if it was slightly too salty at times and his impenetrable skin resulted in chipped knives… 

 You helped him make those cute films and took him out to the cinema, buying him books on the subject, encouraging him to join art clubs, to try as many extracurriculars he was interested in and to ignore his father as he pushed Ryan to join sport related clubs, when all he wanted was to make dioramas with his new found friends, instead. 

Homelander didn’t have any issues with Helena for her selections were sparse, just the chess club, and some science club she was quickly losing interest in… if anything he was being pushy about piano– and god knows how he managed to bring that piano to the fifth floor without breaking anything.

Is not as if she was already taking too much in-between physics, science and math classes… and working casually at Vought, but he didn’t seem to care. Helena assured you she could handle it, telling you to focus on your tasks without worry and you listened.

Ryan liked your support, it helped you get closer as you allowed his friends to enter the house for his little projects, he liked when you twisted his father’s ear to let him be just in case he began to disapprove, he began to trust you.

Helena wasted her afternoons in the office between daycare, superhero training and shadowing her father or Ashley, reading his meeting notes, writing them for him, or as he called it assisting him, learning about the company and the labs from her privileged position– the whispers of curious passerby wondered why Homerlander would keep his daughter so close, it had taken the building by surprise to learn that this little girl had been his child all along even if rumors had spread prior… but the once cute anomaly began to gain a insidious reputation in the underbelly of this company, something that made them more uneasy than just her strange demeanor from before.

“What’s that on your dress?” You noticed a brown stain on the hem of her dress.

“Iodine.” She said while taking her clothes off, Homelander said nothing as he picked after her.

Homelander gave you a stiff smile as he scrunched the clothes into a ball before your kid ran up towards the bathroom, mentioning she’s a tad clumsy with the equipment as he walked past you.

You didn’t need to know that the duet had some quality father-daughter time to the misfortune of some lab rat.

He stared at the chunky bloodstain sliding down the wall.

“I can explain.” She panted, staring at her work as her eyes spun around the room.

“It’s pretty obvious what happened, no?” He said stepping on top of the unidentified– "I'll have somebody come clean it up, darling.”

“You’re not mad?” She asked, genuinely nervous, fidgeting with her fingers as her head throbbed.

“Why did you kill him?” He stared at the smashed patty with curiosity.

“He resisted termination… forcing me to defend myself… he took my assistant.”

Homelander looked at the other corpse and its mangled remains, spilling around her boots.

“Why?” He spoke with a boor.

“Self-defense.”

“You took your time doing it… you could have cut his oxygen supply and killed him in a few minutes, instead you” He kicked a shattered bone– made it agonizing.”

“Tch… if he attacked me I would’ve lost control of the bubble…” She gasped lightly trying to kill the headache inside her– the math… the math makes sense. My formulas make sense. But it's them… these samples aren’t fit, they aren’t meant to be like us. They are worthless!”

She leans towards the wall, smacking her forehead against the wall full force, Homelander jumps on his heel but doesn’t reach her as she mutters incoherent curses under her breath, his hand stop just inches from her.

 “This one wasn’t too bad… I thought I cracked it but then I noticed…” Helena was pensive looking at images he wasn’t privy to, as she spoke with a light airy voice as her lungs emptied for her to speak once more— I cull it.”

She squatted picking up a loose tooth from the ground, examining the perfectly structured canine, for the first time Homelander felt uneasy about her.

“Is not often that I feel…”

Homelander raised a curious eyebrow, taking a step closer towards her, Helena tilted her neck to look at him, her sight so detached it didn’t seem possible for a child to make such an expression.

“Excited. The simulations always succeed but the human variant poses an interesting angle I hadn’t previously considered… truly successful adult specimens… V24 almost recreated the perfected serum but with nasty side-effects… programming the serum is obtainable but adult humans continue to reject it or somehow create variants as if the host alters the code live”  She flicks the tooth– Is like Frederick left me a puzzle.”

“So are these just pieces” He waved his fingers nonchalantly at the messy remains.

She scoffed standing up and patting her knees clean.

“You know why I play piano?”

He shook his head.

“Because in order to be good at it… you have to foster talent… but no amount of practice can’t beat those blessed with a gift… supposedly. So I have to solve his puzzle because I cannot believe that that coward was blessed more than me.”

“You think Vought has beef with you? So what will you do with all your failures? Murder them?”

“Is it murder to cull a deformed goldfish? No… that’s just mercy.” She stands up fixing her hair– It’s not beef. Is a challenge he left us with.”

His smile is so wide his skin creaks as it stretches. 

He picked her up to plant a kiss on her chubby cheek.

“You’re such a messy child.” He kissed her again– you got your pretty dress dirty.”

“Sorry.” She moped– sorry about all of it… you must think I'm a hack.”

“Is okay princess… daddy will just buy you a new one… and a new dress.”

You didn’t question the stains on her dress, god knew what sort of chemicals and stuff she had to play with, and how much of it wasn’t built for the size of her hands.

The more you saw him return to that man you once loved, you felt down the spiral of considering giving him a second chance– Helena was happy, she was smiling, she was playful, your quiet daughter had blossomed under your mutual care, seeing him domesticated, seeing him interact with genuine joy with her had began to melt your heart. It didn’t help that he look so delectable in compression shirts, as he came back with the kids without a sweat on his brow, Ryan just as dry with nothing more than messy hair and then your daughter dropping to the ground half-dead from the walk… what you had stared at mostly had been his ass in those black tights.

“Honey it was only 20 miles.” He sounded a bit frustrated– gotta get her fit otherwise she will get outperformed.” He turned to you sounding a tad aggressive– she’s my daughter she should be able to handle it just like me and Ryan.”

“Mommy!” she cried.

“Most humans can’t even do twenty!”

You picked her up, not caring she was covered in sticky sweat but as you draped your child over your shoulder kissing her head as she whined, you caught an improper glimpse at him, no doubt he caught a couple looks from passersby on his way here– even by this city standards he was wearing too little.

“Go change…” You said with a light blush on your neck– don’t be a dick to her, she wasn’t born a copy of you.”

He pestered Helena for the rest of the evening, giving up once she barricaded herself in her bedroom.

“Spending all her time inside books is not gonna do her any good… she needs exercise.”

“I think you got the kids mixed up, dear.”

He moped in the living room pursing his lips, one sentence away from crossing his arms and whining like a child.

“Look I think it’s great that you want to train her but… she’s not like you. I would love for her to have inherited some of your physical skills– it's just not gonna happen.”

“I know. I don’t know why she’s so different from me… yet she has to get better…” His sight lingered on the roof– You think she’ll move her dresser out the way.”

“She’ll move it when she wants to– and don’t think about getting in there thru her window!” He almost complains but chooses to stay quiet scooting closer to you on the couch– What?”

“You seem mad…”

“You harassed our kid all day and made her upset… but I was mad before it...I made the mistake of googling myself after somebody at work made mention–  have you seen the shit that people are saying ‘bout me online ‘cuz of you.”

Homelander shook his head lightly.

“I only google myself.”

“People are saying nasty shit. Hurtful shit… saw my mom getting interviewed… that was nice… she certainly made me feel like shit.”

“Want me to kill her?” Homelander spoke in such a bored tone, his head finding his way on your lap with the smoothness of a cat, unconsciously your hand took to his hair– Or something else?”

You stared at him and considered it, your mom sort of had it coming if she was going to paint herself a saint for her 15 minutes of fame.

“Don’t kill my mom, John. I just don’t want people saying I’m a bad mother because my kid went to a “shit public school” in the projects.” you said annoyed.

“I’ll see if Vought can write you a fluff piece.”

You believed him, choosing to put your anxieties away as he nuzzled into your stomach and let you watch TV without care as long as your hands kept pampering him making little commentary as you watched true crime videos.

Rolling in your bed you turned to see his back on the bed beside you, you signed readying to play dirty, your body awoken to something sickening.

“I know you ain’t asleep, John.”

His ears perked, he turned to see your silhouette in the dark.

“I can’t sleep.” You whispered– mmm…so” you signed lightly– can you get your dick up?”

His ears perked up, lifting himself by his elbows as he adjusted to face your darkened silhouette, your cheeks reddened, mildly embarrassed, your mind wandered back to the sight of his clothes, to the tussling of his hair and the glint in his eyes as of late… and of that last sudden night of intimacy.

“Oh. O-okay… might need some stimulation is not like I got a crank down there.” he faked being annoyed by your request.

“I stopped taking the pill…” His piercing eyes illuminated the room for a brief second just to catch a sly smile ‘bout to fade away off your face– so you wanna put the mommy in MILF or not?”

He tripped out of the bed to jump into yours, clawing his way back towards you, as the little voice in his head blared sirens.

Latching on your neck, ripping your clothes open as you tried not to chuckle at his messy desperation to fuck you, you closed your eyes and thought of nothing but the hundred different pleasurable sensations prickling you– it had been so long… your body sensitive, writhing over his hungry touch, wherever his hands and his lips got to taste you felt it twice as strong.

Whatever he was imagining in his head was happening none of it was relevant– this was simply a mutually beneficial exchange. Nothing but lust, it had to be lust because you didn’t see Homelander underneath you, as you rode him, as he let you fucked him just as hard as he wanted to fuck you– you saw the John that he had killed so many years ago... but somehow you didn't hate the sight.

He wanted to devour you, he was needy and pent-up and you took it all graciously, for one night you two used each other equally.

Finding himself delighted and more aroused at the squeals and mewls coming from your delicious lips just as much as you enjoyed the moans and guttural grunts that came from him as he cried against your chest, crying for your kisses and directions, liking the way he craved your scent once again.

You were better than his molasses drenched memories.

Homelander teeth gilded over your neck, the thought of him ripping and gnawing on your flesh lingered as he brought you to an orgasm. 

To be so close to death as you touched heaven… you heaved, melting into the mattress letting him lumber atop of you, too delighted with the end result to complain… looking down to find him kissing your chest, whispering sweet grunts as your hand pampered his hair, you tried not to smile at that satiated goofy expression on his face, at the flickering light illuminating your skin as he purred around your touch.

He was so easy to win over… it scared you.

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[bomberqueen17]

yeet

the kitchen is empty.

the more i look at it the more it's obvious that the original owners of the house, who bought it as new construction in 1950, remodeled the kitchen sometime in the 1970s, probably around 1974.

anyway the only thing i'm actually sorry to lose is the milk delivery door in the wall. it's been covered over from the outside, and we never used it for anything-- there were random items in there that were still from the original owner of the house-- but it was a funny little "wait what is that" feature in an otherwise extremely uninteresting house. (photo and more wittering behind the cut)

[image description: a panel in a beige wall, like a small cupboard, set into the thickness of the wall, next to a built-in kitchen counter. Inside is unfinished brown wallboard, with a shelf near the top.]

i am getting lake effected on at the moment, which is inconvenient, but our neighborhood is only supposed to get 1-3" this morning and maybe another 1-3" tonight when the band swings back through. RIP to the southtowns, as is right and proper. (Hamburg got 16" yesterday. It's what you get, living in the snow belt. Outsiders don't understand, when everyone says "Buffalo gets a lot of snow" they don't mean the city itself they mean the region just to the south of it. The blizzard last Christmas was so devastating for a number of reasons but a large part of it was that the lake effect band swung north and dumped on all of us soft City-And-North neighborhoods that mostly just sort of gently chuckle at the travails of the Southtowns. We do NOT have the driveways or snowblowers for this. Sure we can drive in it because we have to commute through it half the time but we are not used to this happening to OUR houses. Also the City is run by incompetent grifters so there's a compounding factor.)

Anyway. Everything is out of the kitchen. I'm prepared to hole myself up in the office for the day once I make sure the workmen have what they need. I'm trying to simultaneously be available and also unobtrusive. Unfortunately the things I could work on are mostly in the basement, which I can only enter through the kitchen. But I also think I'm not going to try to do anything useful today. So I'm not really worried about it. I'm going to sit in the office and veg the fuck out most of the day. I have some hand-sewing and maybe will do some writing and maybe I will just fucking. Sit there and listen to the banging noises or whatever. I don't care. i've been go-go-go-go for weeks at this point and I'm just going to stare at a wall. Who cares. The house is a disaster but the kitchen is cleaned out entirely and they can do whatever they want.

I only hope they don't need me to move the cabinet sitting against the exterior kitchen wall, which is full of fragile glassware and has a bunch of fragile shit on top of it. Probably they'll want me to move that or something. I'll worry about it once they say so. They're demo-ing the other exterior kitchen wall but they're not touching that section, which is why I did not attempt to pack up that cabinet yet. But they might want me to. I'll deal with that when they say so. Give me fifteen minutes to clear everything off the top and then I bet we could just gently push the cabinet into the middle of the room and not fret any more. Whatever man.

OK maybe they were coming at 8:30? IDK. IDK.

#personal #about the author #maybe i'll have time to write! #maybe i'm so burned out i'll just stare at a wall #better times are coming #eventually #sure

[alteredphoenix]

The Talon Trick (StP Card Games AU)(Chapter 1)[WIP]

A/N: So a lot of people seemed to really like this idea I came up with for an StP fic that I'd like to do if the inspiration struck me (featuring the Princesses playing card games in the Long Quiet to pass the time while waiting for the Hero to show up - which shocked me, because I wasn't expecting such a positive reaction), and that provided just enough motivation to write something out. This first chapter is just about done, but as I have a bad habit of leaving a multi-chaptered fic to the wayside shortly after losing steam this isn't something I'm ready to post on AO3 - at least not right away. (And I do feel bad about that, but it's something I've struggled with for years and trying to overcome.)

I think stockpiling a few chapters and then uploading them is a better idea (and probably a much better course of action for me to do in the long run), so have this little snippet for the time being while I force my brain to sit still long enough to finish the chapter and give it some polish.

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The Princess slowly, heavily, drags herself up into a sitting position, strawberry blonde hair spilling over her shoulder in one big curtain. Her chest heaves, sucking in lost air. Absentmindedly, she reaches one hand up and feels for the tiara sitting neatly over her scalp. One pat, two pats, and she finds it.

Somehow, beyond all reason, it’s stayed on. She huffs quietly and tips it back upright from where it was all but hanging over the side of her head.

She spares a moment to stare at the floor, a grey several shades darker with hints of a color mixed between rain-washed stone and muddied brown – and shifting. She squints, frowning, and stares down harder, even blinking several times for good measure. But the scene doesn’t change; those are lines, cross-hatched and messy and sketchy, like the ones she recalled seeing on the basement floor and chipped into the walls, shift and shudder in every direction, both to her and away from her. Some of the patches even fade in and out of sight, reappearing further ahead into another patch of the floor that quickly assimilates into another network of jumping, dancing cross-hatching. A tentative brush of her left hand makes a rivulet of lining readjust and follow along the curve of her fingertips.

Brows knit, the Princess picks her head up and casts a slow, sweeping gaze around her. The area – the world – is grey tinted beige as far as the eye can see – and nothing else. They continue to shift and retract and connect down here as they did up in the air, one long, pervasive wall of cloud and fog without end. A sound like a breeze sighing through the leaves on the trees pricks teasingly at her ears. She turns her head one way and then the other, listening, straining; the sound travels with her, cloying and evasive.

Confusion wells in the pit of her stomach. “...Where am I?” she asks aloud.

“You are here, returned to me, where you belong.”

“Who--” she begins, turning back around, and jumps back, the gasp ripping right out of her.

A young woman stands, far away yet close and larger than life. She has the same blonde hair, the same pink dress that conforms to her slim, pale curves, the same silvery tiara upon her head. The same voice, the Princess notes belatedly, soft yet quietly monotone, and feels her mouth fall open. She swallows thickly, tears her mind away from the fact to gaze up and down at the woman’s body. All around her, from the top of her head to the sloping V of her navel, small hands attached to long, slender arms shifted and waved and flexed with a fluidity both stunted and natural, some grasping absently at the air. One hand drapes over her eyes. A pair of hands cover her breasts. Another pair wraps over her bony shoulders in a loose embrace, the same which a second pair cupped the pointed joints of her hips.

“What the….” the Princess begins, mouth and brain working. “Who are...What...are you…?”

“I am solitary lights in an empty city. Oceans reduced to shallow creeks. Trees without a forest. I am infinite.”

The Princess blinks. One slender eyebrow arches up. “…Huh?”

“I am you,” says the woman. “You are me. Pieces of a dream on the path to being whole. A fragile vessel.”

The Princess swallows again. “...I don’t understand.”

“You will, in time. But know that what I speak is the truth, and this truth will set us free.”

“Free,” the Princess echoes. “Free from, uh...what, exactly?”

“Here,” the woman says, and a dozen-dozen hands fan out behind her and gesture at the shifting, grey mass of clouds and sketch lines. “I have only just now wakened from these trappings of unconsciousness, but the answer remains all the same: there is no exit. The concept of an exit does not exist; not even the concept of time exists. It merely is. But I know there are worlds beyond the Long Quiet, worlds that can be reached, and there will come a time for when we will find them.”

“So,” the Princess begins, drawing the word out, tentative and venturing, “we’re stuck here. This, uh… This Long...Quiet.”

“We are.”

“But you just woke up.”

“I did.”

“Like, right now.”

“More or less.”

The Princess stares at her. Her other eyebrow rises. “...So how do you know there aren’t any exits if you just—“ She shakes her head. “You know what, never mind."

#slay the princess #fanfiction #mywriting #i told myself this was going to be 2000-2500k words #it's almost at 4000k words aaaahhh #the talon trick

[siriannatan]

Empires Falls - Gravity Falls AU ft. fWhip

A bit of a shorter one and, le gasp, no shipping but I had a scene in mind okay… and I hope it's as cool as I imagined it while writing.

fWhip was slowly starting to hate summer... more than he already did that is. Why you ask? Well. His parents decided to send him and his siblings to a remote, boring, town. In their distant uncle's dusty library of a home. After one week of avoiding spending time outside with Sausage and talking about Uncle Pix's books with Gem the great summer retreat made him hate summer and its sweltering heat a whole lot more. Mentally counting the remaining days until once more no one cared how much he was on his computer and when he had good internet. And wasn't limited to his phone, tablet and slightly bad laptop...

He was staring at the ceiling of his basement bedroom. It was that or sharing with Sausage and he snores. A lot. And the internet is slightly better since he's almost under the router. Only very slightly... At least it wasn't that hot in there. Still warm but not as bad as the attic. There were exactly twenty-two tiles on the ceiling. fWhip wasn't sure he ever saw a ceiling with only full tiles... outside those tiny tiles but those hardly count. The tiles here were big. And beige and were pretending they were made out of wood. Badly. They were very obviously plastic. The paint chipping off in a few places.

It was so damn warm he kicked his duvet off. His sleeveless sleep shirt was still uncomfortably sticking to him. If it was so bad in the basement then how bad was it in the attic he thought. Still staring at the ceiling. He blinked. And...

The big red eye on the ceiling blinked back... Black sclera and either red iris and pupil or lack of one.

It blinked again as his brain raced to think up a logical explanation. It could not be real. It had to be a dream. That's why he can't move or look away. Just a dream he'll barely remember when he wakes up...

It blinked for the third time and got closer and closer as it continued to blink. And fWhip could not blink or look away, and his eyes burned. And it blinked and he could finally blink and when he did it was gone.

And fWhip was alone, covered in a cold sweat. Staring at the boring twenty-two tiles and slightly flickering light. And no weird eyes. And by how fast his heart was going, he was not asleep. Pinching himself did nothing so he was almost certain he was awake. Awake and damn confused. 

If that wasn't a dream then what it was? His brain was in overdrive until it overheated and he fell asleep.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empires fwhip

[themothsnest]

Before you hit "Read More" read this!

This fic contains humanformers, janky ass writing, mentions of human experimentation, trauma, a character who canonically has split personalities & (according to Ao3) a risk of death from fluff after the angsty portion!

This fic was also written over three years ago when I was 15/16 and I relied HEAVILY on google translate and fanmade content from that time period so if anything's inaccurate, I dont have excuses.

If you've read that, feel free to hit "Read More" then you can bully 2020 Moth!

Stürmische Erinnerungen

Thunder. Some people for some reason enjoy it. Most people don’t.

The storm currently flaring to life above the Automaton Capital, Detroit, had caused several trees to fall and electrical faults to occur but nothing could compare to the thunder’s effect on a couple stuck in a small wooden shack just outside of Detroit in the woods.

The duo were Bumblebee, a short, Filipino male wearing a white tee and black jeans covered by a yellow jacket with bees embroidered on the shoulders as well as a pair of yellow trainers, and Blitzwing, a tall, german male wearing black timberland boots, cargo pants, a purple turtleneck and a beige fluffy coat along with a pair of glasses with red tinted lenses.

Bumblebee didn’t mind the loud claps of thunder all that much. They reminded him of the chaos of his misfit family back in Detroit and the crashing from Optimus falling on his way to the basement due to hitting his head against the low ceiling on the stairs then slamming into the nearest crate.

Blitzwing on the other hand was freaking out and going through all of his split personalities’ personas because of the fear caused by memories of the storm that hit while he was being used as a test subject and the pounding headaches after the experiment failed and left him with nasty scars as well as three personalities.

“Blitzy, please try to calm down before you give yourself another headache...”

“Lass uns in Ruhe, Dämonen!”

The smaller male flinched at the sudden yell from his partner when he briefly paused on his Hothead persona. The taller of the two was twitching like mad and holding his head in his hands between each boom from the heavens and muttering in German with shaky breathing only to freeze and yell in fright after particularly loud thunder then repeating the process.

When the thunder backed off and he saw Blitzwing’s condition, Bee immediately started to slowly move towards him with his hands up as he stepped into Blitzwing’s peripheral vision. Bee immediately froze when his partner’s head whipped up and almost knocked the glasses off of his face while the reddish-brown eyes had tears ready to fall from the pure fear he felt. Blitzwing looked around frantically until he saw Bee and looked towards the yellow clad Filipino with a shaky exhale as his Hummel carefully held his wrists and helped him to his feet with a fair bit of effort since the boot wearing male was a fair bit heavier than he was.

“You’re okay, babe.”

Bee’s reassuring tone did a bit to soothe the absolutely terrified German but it didn’t entirely soothe him. Blitzwing was trembling as he got a better grip on the Filipino to pull himself up.

“Ve really don’t like zis, Hummel…”

The strongly accented and usually strong voice was disrupted by trembling and quieter than the dominant Icy persona ever could be.

B O O M!

Had Blitzwing been perfectly calm, he would have denied his scream being three pitches higher than his Random persona’s voice. Not the case now though. Blitzwing all but slammed his body down to the ground and yanking Bumblebee with him due to still being held by his small partner. The coat had been partly removed due to the sudden movements as broken sobs emitted from the taller of the two and it was clear that it would be hard for them to stop now that the storm had returned with a fuckin’ powerful vengance.

Pain... Pure, throbbing pain...

The medical equipment hooked up to his body...

His first look at the scars left behind...

The thunderous pounding of the headaches everyday...

The crying soon turned into full blown screaming wails as horrible memories launched their attack and they only got worse as each drum of thunder sounded. Bumblebee hugged the distressed male’s upper body as he rubbed soothing shapes and words on his neck and back.

Forced into the experiment and thrown away when it failed to produce the perfect soldier...

Forcefully changed into an insane human being just to see if they could create a warrior...

Thrown aside when all the experiment did was destroy his mental state...

Thrown away when he became a freak...

Forced through Hell only to find someone that loved him even if he is broken…

Loved him for all of him...

“Blitzy, you’re safe… you’re with me… they can't hurt you anymore…”

The soft words and gentle movements pulled him from his mind and he realised he had hunched over Bumblebee with his head buried in the thin neck and his arms clutching his Hummel close to him as his crying slowly became small sniffles in the comforting embrace.

The storm had finally passed when Blitzwing was dragged past his shattered memories and stopped only briefly at the memories of Bee loving him even if he was unstable and very easily stressed out while the Filipino was more relaxed. Once he was aware of the fact, he eased his grip and plopped his head against Bee’s chest. He got a soft grunt in response to that action and started chuckling quietly as his partner carefully poked his ribs in revenge.

“Perhaps we should just stay at the house next time.”

“Zat vould be smart, Hummel. Less noise reaches ze hellhole jou call jour room.”

Both of them started laughing when they remembered just how messy Bee’s room was and at the mental imagery of Optimus losing his shit because they had promised to tidy up just over a week ago before deciding not to. At least they had some time to just cuddle in a small, wooden shack out in the woods away from the rest of Detroit.

“Love ya, Blitzbrain.”

“I love you too, Hummel.”

Words couldn’t describe the peace that the broken German and his Filipino bee felt as they sat comfortably holding each other.

“But seriously cleaning jour room is ze priority tonight.”

Well, it was a peace until Blitz got a gentle hit on the head...

#transformers animated #tfa blitzwing #tfa bumblebee #tfa blitzbee #humanformers #fanfic #tw trauma #tw human experimentation #hurt/comfort #old ass fic #originally posted on ao3 #ao3 #writing

[hyungseos-cafe]

the letterbox series ; chapter five - the baker

paring: the boyz younghoon x gn!reader

genre: time travel au, fluff, angst

warning: none

word count: 781

taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @mars101 @cloverdaisies @uwu0clock

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When I woke up, I was disappointed to find that I had woken up yet again, in the same basement. It was so cold that I was shivering. I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen only to see the snow outside. Once again, the house looked different, the walls were painted a beige color along with toys scattering the living room. 

Mother was standing in the kitchen with her apron on cleaning the counters as she smiled at me. 

“Y/n! Why don’t you walk to the new bakery down the street? We need some more bread”

“Sure!” My mother gave me some cash 

“Go bundle up, and grab something for yourself too!”

“Thank you, I’ll be back in a bit!”

As soon as I left the house, the cool, dry air hit me like a truck. It was like a winter wonderland outside, it was so beautiful, yet so cold. Luckily the bakery that opened up was a 10 minute walk from the house. 

The outside looked like a typical bakery, but as soon as I walked inside, the smell of fresh baked bread engulfed my entire body and lulled me in. The inside was made with brick, but modern with the furniture and industrial lighting. 

When the doorbell chimed, I was met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes that looked relieved to see me. The owner of those beautiful brown eyes was equally as beautiful, he was tall, his uniform covered with light dustings of flower and chocolate covered his apron. He looked tired, but happy nonetheless, especially after I walked in. 

“Hi! Welcome to Prism Bakery! How can I help you?” The boy asked 

“Hi, are you guys new here? My mother asked me to grab some more bread, so that’s why I’m here!”

“Oh, yes, we just opened last week!”

“Perfect, mind if I look around a little bit– Younghoon?” I glanced quickly at his name tag

“Absolutely, if you have any questions, let me know!”

I nodded back with a smile, slowly making my way around the bakery. I couldn’t help but notice how eloquent the interior was, it was a stark difference compared to all the older buildings surrounding the city. 

As I turned the corner, my eyes met the most beautiful eclair, it was perfectly baked with a beautiful chocolate glaze, garnished with berries and mint. Younghoon noticed my gazed eyes and smiled proudly 

“Do you like eclairs? Those are my favorite!”

“Oh, really? I love them too! This one is so beautiful, did you make it?”

“I sure did, would you like one?”

“I would love one!” 

Once he turned to package the eclair, I excitedly skipped to the register and quickly pulled out my wallet. 

“This is on me actually, so don’t worry about paying”

I stood back in astonishment, my jaw dropping to the floor. How could I take something so beautiful for free? 

“A-are you sure? How can I pay you back?”

“Overcoffee” He quietly mumbled under his breath 

“W-what was that?” I began sweating, hoping that I hadn’t misheard him 

“O-over c-coffee?” 

I stood there shocked, I knew where this would lead and I had to remember grandfather’s words. I can’t get attached because this isn’t my time, I am in another time continuum. By the time I could respond Younghoon had already walked away 

“Or, that’s okay we don’t have to get coffee. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable” 

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m not particularly interested, but thank you for the eclair!” I had to lie through my teeth, I felt so bad for the boy, I know he was so excited. 

I left the bakery with a few loaves of bread and a somber heart. Grandfather, through his writings, warned me that if I got too attached and stayed, I would be stuck in the time continuum forever, like him. Half of me wanted to scream and cry, but the other half of me knew better than to go against grandfather because he knew the consequences. 

When I arrived home, mother beamed as she saw the loaves of bread clutched tightly in my arms 

“Y/n, you’re home! How was the bakery? Did you get something for yourself?”

“It was wonderful! I got myself a chocolate eclair!”

“That sounds wonderful dear” 

I nodded and headed to my bedroom where I began to write to Younghoon. My initial plan was to have the letter delivered to him the next morning since my mother would be dropping by. Unfortunately, that did not go as planned, as the next morning I woke up back in the same cold, and dark basement. 

Younghoon never got my letter.

#hyungseos-cafe #deoboyznet #ube iced coffee with almond milk brown sugar syrup and tapioca #series: the letterbox series #the boyz blubs #the boyz series #the boyz scenarios #the boyz sangyeon #the boyz jacob #the boyz younghoon #the boyz hyunjae #the boyz juyeon #the boyz kevin #the boyz chanhee #the boyz changmin #the boyz haknyeon #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz eric #the boyz

[unknownarmageddon]

Define Nightmares bc flr me they're

Barbie doll with a butcher knife , getting eaten ( twice ) by Slimer the ghost and Toby Fox Dream

I don't have dreams i just have wierd as heck nightmares

Alright here we go most recent dreams I’d consider nightmares I’ve had

Getting chased by this shadow figure in my grandparents house. It didn’t physically attack me but it kept shifting in and out of my vision and the main thing I remember is cowering in my grandparents’ VERY dark kitchen as it circled me. I kept trying to wake up but couldn’t

Walking through this very dark abandoned warehouse past rows and rows of identical doors. Each time I came to a door there would be this like. Dog head (looked like a husky) staring. It didn’t move, it didn’t blink, it didn’t even look at me it was just staring with this fucking unnerving blank expression. Also it was positioned about the height a human adult would stand. Definitely not dog height. Everything was so dark and the door was opened so slimly I couldn’t see anything past the head, and I could barely see the head itself. Every time I tried to approach a door it would slam shut. This one still unnerves me even now, and it’s months old at this point. Would make a good horror movie though BAHA

I was in this building?? That had these shallow pools in the ground, a high ceiling and walls that didn’t reach all the way up to separate the walls. The walls were made up of beige and faded pastel tiles. There were other parts where the walls were made of the scratchy plaster?? stuff like the floors of indoor pools. Everything was extremely liminal like. VERY liminal. I was with a small group of people very briefly at first but eventually got separated from them. I was walking around this place for a while before I saw this window shaped and sized hole in the wall pretty far away from me. Standing in this hole was the figure of a pale woman with long black hair and a white dress. She was standing there staring at me. Pretty basic horror thing but it was still fairly unnerving fhffhh

This one’s pretty long but the gist of it was I was in this hotel with my mother, but we got chased out by this massive thin metal bird thing that I think blew a hole in the hotel room’s ceiling. We left the hotel without any of our belongings and couldn’t go back to get them because of the bird. So we were left to wander around this big muddy road that a lot of other people were on. We were in this like,, field?? Sorta and the only building anywhere around was the hotel. We somehow ended up in the second floor of this two story building, in which was just this big ass room filled with either children’s beds or desks. Sitting at these beds/desks were a bunch of other people. They weren’t doing anything they were just. There. Almost like they were frozen or paralyzed or whatever it was weird. Also this room was really dark so it was hard to make out the people clearly they were just figures. ANYWAY we ended up in the basement and first floor of this building which was filled with stalls like you would see in a commercial pig farm or something (think the barn where the pigs were kept in Spirited Away if you’ve seen that movie) but instead of animals in these stalls were a shit ton of people. Like naked humans. At the time I knew that this building was a slaughterhouse for those humans. (There was a lot more that happened and I’m definitely writing a novel based on this some time)

Another long one but the short gist of it was I was getting pursued by this assassin with a machine gun. I had to run through this cafe and jump out a window while he was shooting at me the entire time. Like I was close to getting shot several times while having to run and duck under shit

#Anyway lovely stuff (sarcasm) #answering asks #denieatsart asks

[frieschan]

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[fairytaehl]

And it was all yellow

i missed the actual day one which means ill be posting two little drabbles today to celebrate mileven week! i dont plan on making them long, just short little things that are easy to push out since my mind can only process so much. i had a few different ways of writing this and i might still do it as an extra one but we'll see. enjoy! as always, cross-posted on ao3 (WubADubDub)

Summary: He was her yellow, and she would be the matching purple so to always move along and go with him no matter what.

Yellow marigolds and purple poppies up the large field in Hawkins blowing in the gentle wind that caressed El's face softly and skewed her vision with her long brown strands. The sky was a blue so light it felt blinding as she shaded her eyes with her hand, feeling an instinctual squeeze from her ever so attentive boyfriend, looking over at him and being unsurprised to see his gaze already locked on her. His dark chocolate hair was so pretty against his pale and freckled face, against his bright yellow shirt with dark orange horizontal stripes and brown shorts. The colors of it all contrasting against her pinned back, lighter caramel and deep purple floral sweater dress with her own matching black shorts. They planned for a special picnic amongst the flowers blooming in her favorite hues to celebrate her cop dad relinquishing some restrictions they've eagerly waited to break.

She doesn't remember when purple became one of her favorite colors, perhaps she just realized how nicely the color matched the other—yellow.

That one was easy to pinpoint. When she goes back to the day she escaped, something that crosses her mind fairly often, honestly, she knows exactly what she was wearing. Yellow. Just yellow. And him, his striped shirt and beige raincoat that he gave to her so quickly upon their meeting in that pouring rain. Yellow seemed to be her lucky color, and it was bright and happy and when El saw it she was brought back to that rainy night when she met him, to the fort he built for her in his basement where the lights were a shade of yellow and to the first Eggo waffle he had handed her to give her something to eat.

She looked at him now and flashbacks popped through her head, and she smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

When she pulled away, she was, of course, met with a "What was that for?" from the ever-so-curious boy beside her and she giggled and shrugged.

"You had something on your mouth," she settled for, even though it made no sense, and she knew that, but she also knew that he knew she knew that, so she he just laughed it off with her and pointed at a spot to settle down. One with less flowers for them to crush when they placed down their red and white checked blanket to be sat upon with their brown woven basket, simple sandwiches and carbonated drinks contained within.

As they sat upon the sheet on the vibrant green grass, the technicolor of all that surrounded her, the petals, the open field, the clouds up high and the shining light amongst them, El shut her eyes and soaked it all in, holding Mike's warm hand that whose thumb stroked the side of hers, she let herself feel that yellow, that glee that came when she was within Mike's presence or him on her mind. He was her yellow, and she would be the matching purple so to always move along and go with him no matter what.

#mileven fanfic #mileven #mileven au #mike x el #mike x eleven #el x mike #eleven x mike #mileven fic #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #mi escrito #milevenweek #mileven week #mileven week 2022 #milevenweek 2022 #milevenweek2022

[running-in-the-dark]

I'm still feeling pretty anxious (absolutely terrified honestly, lol), so I think I'll make a list of pros and cons of (moving into) our new apartment.

pros:

we can get cats (!!!)

we'll have one more room, so we can have a separate office

there's a balcony (!!)

.. which is also great for the cats (I've looked at those cat nets and they seem like a good option to make it safe for them so they can't get out)

there's a garden that we could use if we wanted

the people who own the house also live there. which I've heard often isn't great, but tbh our neighbour has used our landlord as a threat so many times that I think I prefer that.

we can't see or hear the highway there. we live in a pretty quiet village now, but the highway is very close and the noise is constant when the windows are open

our kitchen is above the owners' kitchen. which means we can actually use it at night now!! at the moment I'm terrified every time I open a fucking drawer or anything like that.

I've already told them to please just immediately tell us if they don't like something we do, because I don't mind fixing something, I just don't like constantly having to worry because our neighbour just waits weeks/months to finally bring stuff up and when she does she's so fucking angry about it. like bitch we could have solved this ages ago if you had just (nicely) said something 🙄

we'll get away from our downstairs neighbour. yeah, I'm really extremely happy about that. she's made my life miserable for a year and now I don't have to be nice to her anymore 💖

the bathroom isn't a disgusting beige/green colour and it actually has storage

our old apartment is on the second floor and there's a lot of stairs (and I have problems with my feet and legs so that really sucks sometimes), the new one is on the first floor

there's a dishwasher

our washing machine will be in our apartment instead of in the basement (carrying laundry up and down all those stairs sucks, having to hang it up to dry where the neighbours can see it still feels weird to me, and I'll finally be able to do laundry myself again - here I'm too scared.)

cons

rent is a bit more expensive - but my husband's new job pays a little more so it's basically the same

we haven't signed a lease yet so I'm anxious about that. we do have a firm verbal offer though and my brother was there too so there's a witness lol. I don't know, I just need things in writing to feel safe

we might have to keep paying rent for our current apartment for three months. we haven't talked to our landlord yet - I want to wait until my husband gives the new landlord some paperwork (hopefully) tomorrow - maybe if we can find someone else who will move in earlier than that we might get out of the 3 months notice period. though I've read that landlords don't have to accept that. I don't see why she wouldn't agree to that, but I also thought she'd let us get cats, so what do I know lol

it's in a different state, which means my student bus ticket doesn't work there. though my husband will still take the bus to work, so I'll have the car and it shouldn't be a problem

it's another village that is very small and where I don't know anyone. though that doesn't really bother me that much. and I think we might get along with our new landlords, the guy is a bit strange and very talkative (and I think kind of racist... idk some things he said were weird) but the wife seems really sweet

I don't like change. I mean. I do. but it fucking terrifies me. I've only just gotten used to our apartment after a year of living here, so it sucks to have to start over. but I think in the long run it'll probably be better. it can't really be much worse.

we'll have to move all our stuff and I hate that so much. it was so much work last time. but maybe it'll be a bit easier now - before, most of my things were stored in my brother's attic, so it was much harder to figure out what we have, what we need etc. and we also had to buy a lot of furniture. that'll be easier this time

it's another attic apartment, which I really don't like. I hate sloped ceilings and especially the heat in summer. but the ceilings aren't too bad, and we did alright this summer so I think it should be okay. I think having a balcony should also make the heat a bit more tolerable

hm. I think that's pretty good overall. I'm still really stressed out about this whole thing but I just have to get through the next month. I just have to get through it. I don't have to do everything perfectly, I just need to survive. then it'll get easier again. it'll take a while, I'll feel that gross sense of 'I don't know what I'm doing here, I don't belong here, why am I here' for a while (I don't know if that's normal but that's how I feel whenever I'm staying in a place I haven't been in before. it feels very bad and terrifying.) but it'll pass. maybe it'll be better then.

I really haven't been happy here at all. I've been trying, I've done everything I could to make it better - we had just started rearranging everything and I was actually kind of pleased with how that was going. but overall I don't like it here. so yeah, I think I'm feeling cautiously optimistic (and very very scared)

#idk I have an appointment with my GP this week and I might tell her that I'm feeling very stressed #don't know if that'd help but I can try. I don't think she'd give me any more meds but maybe she would. that's not a long term solution but #like I said... I just need to get through this #and I'm not sure I can handle all of this right now... the panic is getting stronger again so idk #I've got my appointment with the psychiatrist in a month but that's not helpful right now 😣 #personal #anxiety stuff

[jonathanmaryjeo]

Basement Painting Ideas to Add Personality to Your Home

The basement is often an overlooked space in a home, often used for storage or as a laundry room. However, it has the potential to be so much more. With a little creativity and some paint, you can transform your basement into a stylish and inviting space that reflects your personality. In this article, we will explore some basement painting ideas that can help you add personality to your home.

1. Brighten up with light colors

One of the simplest ways to make your basement feel more welcoming is by using light colors on the walls. Light shades of white, beige, or pastels can make a small and dark basement feel bigger and brighter. These colors also create a blank canvas for you to add pops of color through your décor and furniture.

2. Create an accent wall

If you want to make a bold statement in your basement, consider creating an accent wall. Choose a vibrant color or an interesting pattern, and paint one wall in your basement with it. This will instantly draw attention and add personality to the space. You can also use wallpaper for your accent wall to achieve a more intricate design.

3. Go for a mural or stencil

If you want to take your basement to the next level, consider painting a mural or using a stencil to create an interesting focal point. You can hire a professional artist or do it yourself if you have artistic skills. Whether you choose a nature-inspired mural, an abstract design, or a cityscape, this will surely catch the eye of anyone entering your basement.

4. Embrace the dark side

While light colors can make your basement feel more spacious, don't be afraid to embrace the darkness. Dark colors like navy blue, charcoal gray, or deep burgundy can create a cozy and intimate atmosphere in your basement. Pair these dark colors with warm lighting and plush furniture to create a space that is perfect for relaxation and entertainment.

5. Play with patterns

To add visual interest to your basement, experiment with different patterns. You can paint geometric shapes, stripes, or chevron patterns on the walls to create a unique and dynamic space. Just be sure to choose patterns that complement each other and the overall theme of your basement.

6. Incorporate a theme

If you have a particular interest or hobby, consider incorporating that into the design of your basement. Whether you're a sports fanatic, a movie buff, or a music lover, there are endless possibilities to create a themed space. For example, you can paint your basement walls with a mural of your favorite sports team, your favorite movie characters, or a music-themed design.

7. Create a gallery wall

If you're a collector or have a lot of artwork, displaying them on a gallery wall in your basement can add a personal touch to the space. Paint the surrounding walls with neutral colors to allow your art to stand out. This not only adds personality to your basement but also provides a unique conversation starter for guests.

8. Use chalkboard paint

For a fun and interactive feature, consider using chalkboard paint on one of your basement walls. This allows you to write messages, draw pictures, or create a menu for a basement bar. It's a great way to encourage creativity and provide a space for family and friends to express themselves.

In conclusion, your basement painting can be so much more than just a functional space. By using paint creatively, you can transform it into a unique and personal area. Whether you decide to use light colors, create an accent wall, or embrace darkness, the possibilities are endless. Don't be afraid to experiment and let your personality shine through in your basement's design.

#basement painting

[meli-r]

Redemption v2.2

I've finally dared to edit my first fic with scenes I always had in mind but didn't manage to add to the story. I'm also fixing the long descriptions I used to do years ago. It hurts my eyes to read how I used to write, even though I keep trying to improve my writing. The principal's dialogue didn't exist but I created it to better show an OC and her motivations. Feedback is greatly appreciated :)

*****

Sitting on the edge of a building, with a book in her hands and her gaze lost in the city, Yashiro thought about the challenges ahead as her gray eyes lingered on the tall, thin, imposing Public Safety Bureau building in the distance and the surrounding skyscrapers.

Getting to her feet, she walked to the rooftop door putting the book away and slung her backpack on her back. Then she stopped and turned around again, running to the edge and jumping towards a building two meters away below.

She kept running, jumping over air conditioning units installed to climate the building's interiors. She stopped at a narrow edge for several seconds before jumping over the next building, landing on her feet on a wall. Resting a hand on it to lower herself to the ground, she continued running down the outside hallway.

Crossing a door, she entered another empty hallway where she turned left, and walked to catch her breath. She opened another door and came to an all-white office, with synthetic plants and a column that read the name of a company. A man in a suit using his cell phone in front of a counter looked up at her.

Yashiro touched a button on the wall and waited for the elevator. A young woman sitting at the counter raised her head and looked at her from behind a glass, but it was the man who began to approach. When Yashiro entered the elevator with a quick movement, she pressed the sub-floor button. The man stopped and frowned at the sight of her beige skirt and white blouse crumpled as the door closed. Yashiro turned to the elevator mirror, tossing long strands of brown hair back.

Reaching the basement, she walked down another neat hallway until she reached the street. There was a lot of movement and noise in Tokyo at that time of the morning, and she mingled among the people crossing a small square and approaching the street. Cars were coming and going, and buildings had huge billboards with neon lights.

Finally, with quick, casual steps, she reached the entrance of the Oso Academy. At that moment, Yashiro felt alive, connected to every part of the city she had walked through. It was as if every jump and every movement had released something inside her. The school had walls and trees surrounding it and separating it from the city like a medieval fortress that contrasted with the modernism outside.

She hurried her pace, crossing the garden decorated by a central statue and returning the greetings of some students she met on her way. As Yashiro passed, people turned to watch her. Some would glare at her, suddenly wary. They could not explain why they did so. Two by two she climbed the steps of the wide staircase. The principal's office was medium-sized, with a dark gray floor and beige walls. The furniture was clean and in perfect condition. There was a bookshelf and some pictures related to the history of the academy. When Yashiro entered the room, the face framed by a light gray lock beard of the principal, who was dressed in a black suit, focused on her.

"Takahashi-san, thank you for coming. Please have a seat. We have some important matters we need to discuss."

The principal smiled, clasping his hands on his desk, but the silence lingered, waiting for an apology that never came. Yashiro gazed at the man standing at the side of the office. Wearing a black vest, red tie and white shirt, Touma Kouzaburou watched her with a serious expression, between brown locks that fell to the mole under his left eye. Taking a seat, she turned to the principal, who cleared his voice.

"First, we have noticed that you have been missing some exams without giving any justification and arriving late to class. This is not acceptable in our school, where a high level of discipline and responsibility is expected. You have always been an excellent student in all subjects, can you explain why this has been happening?"

“I have been busy with other projects and personal commitments. I take responsibility."

"I understand that we all face challenges in life. I appreciate your honesty about that. But it's important that you find a way to manage them without affecting your academic performance. We are here to support you, but you need to communicate with us if you face problems that affect your studies. You have been an exemplary student so far, and it would be a shame to see your performance suffer in these last few months. I urge you to strive to maintain academic excellence to the end."

The principal paused, but Yashiro's eyes prompted him to keep talking.

"In view of these circumstances, I believe it is necessary to take disciplinary measures to ensure that you understand the importance of attendance and punctuality. However, before making a decision, I would like to hear your opinion, Touma-kun."

“Takahashi-san is an excellent student, but she needs to be reminded that talent alone is helpless in life. The idea that talent can survive all obstacles is a childish fallacy. Success requires both talent and luck. And just like opportunities, luck must be constantly helped along and provided by someone. The rarest plants are usually the most fragile and the first to perish in the face of hardships,” Touma paused and turned to Yashiro. “It takes a tough skin to face existence. Imagine those rare plants struggling to survive in a harsh winter or being mercilessly swept away by the wind. Do you believe they can withstand such adversity, let alone grow? I think not.”

The principal looked at them for a few seconds, noticing how Yashiro was frowning with her gaze fixed on Touma.

"This brings us to the second matter I wanted to discuss. We have received information that you have been involved in a science club, even though you are not an official member. Is this true?"

“It is," Yashiro looked at the principal.

“And that you have been participating in some of their activities and research. The club has research interests in the psycho pass and have been questioning its efficacy.”

“That’s true.”

"All those ideas, who gave them to you? Anyway, I don't know whether to call it authentic style, contradicting not only the principles that this academy tries to instill but those of society. Some consider you a revolutionary, and you may think you are one yourself, but you're not even that... what you're doing is crazy, sorry to put it that way."

“It's okay, it doesn't bother me.”

“You may be pleased to know that at a past meeting there was a tiny group of teachers who stood up for you. Unfortunately, those who criticized the club's actions outnumbered the rest. Civics teacher Yamazaki made this a personal matter, going so far as to mention the expulsion of everyone involved. Please note that you have provoked Yamazaki-sensei more than once.”

“Yes, I did.”

"That's the problem. Your attitude to ethics and morals. You never gave it the necessary attention. And yet you are an excellent student in all other subjects. No one denies the importance of arithmetic, history and economics, but why ignore values, the more... human part, so to speak? It's true that technical and scientific subjects are crucial for your development in the academy and for your future career. However, we must also remember that ethics and morals play an essential role in society and in making fundamental decisions in life. While you may have differences with some professors on these subjects, it's important to find a balance and value the importance of ethical reflection in your future actions and choices.”

"Is it worth discussing my choice of subjects now?"

“I'm trying to help you. You must recognize that you have been warned several times before all this happened.”

“I know.”

The principal shifted in his chair. Yashiro's eyes were fixed on him politely, only it made him feel as if he was not in that room.

"I heard about certain concerns that arose among professors regarding the lack of consistency in your work. When you were given the freedom to choose style and subject matter, professors would approve your projects without knowing how to fit those… quirks into a larger context. But when you were given a particular style, they expected to see the reflection of that approach in your creations, and instead, they were met with your excessive and unpredictable interpretations that did not fit what was required.

"While your partner Kaneko-san, a member of the club, transformed surrealism into dull, passionless modern houses, displaying a cold and disconnected view of art, you chose extremist themes that reflect a lack of understanding about the importance of collectivity and general welfare. Would you say that's doing the job you were instructed to do or insubordination?"

“Insubordination.”

"We have considered giving you a chance because of your outstanding achievements in all other subjects, but when you turn national job creation and promotion of local industries into a criticism of Sibyl and isolationism policies... really, it's already too much. I must say that I am deeply concerned about the direction you are taking with your ideas. Your questioning approach goes against the fundamental principles on which our society is based.

"It’s important for you to understand that Sibyl is a system established to maintain peace and security in our community. Your suggestions to open up to the world and eliminate import substitution industrialization could have devastating consequences for our security and well-being, jeopardizing the order and stability we have built.

"Oso Academy is a place for learning and development, but it's also a place for discipline and respect for established institutions. Your extreme views can have a negative impact on our students and community cohesion. I urge you to reconsider your views and align yourself with the policies and values we have established at this institution, as well as understand the policies that govern our society, rather than blindly defying them. How do you expect to be passed after all this?"

“I never expected them to.”

"Kaneko-san said exactly the same thing. You also leave us no choice at this point. You probably have a grudge against us..."

“I don’t,” Yashiro replied coolly.

Touma looked at her. The principal blinked silently for a few seconds, until he leaned forward with a smile.

"It's not in your best interest to take that attitude, especially after what I have to say. Why don't you take a few days to rest and think about your actions? Then there may be a chance to admit you to the club, any club you like. No promises, but consider it. For a student with such a good academic record, it's a real opportunity."

"Why do you assume I want to join that club?" Yashiro responded.

"Huh? Well, most students join a club."

“I have nothing more to learn here.”

“Say again?”

"My reasons don't concern you."

"I don't understand you," the principal said firmly.

Touma slowly turned his head towards Yashiro, not taking his eyes off the principal.

"Takahashi-san," Touma's voice was soft, but it made her look at him. "Please refrain from making such comments."

“No. I want to hear it. Please, explain yourself.”

"I understand that you may be concerned about the reputation of the academy and the possible subsidies we receive, but truth and freedom of expression are fundamental to an education," explained Yashiro.

"How dare you question our sources of funding and stability?" the principal's eyes grew wider.

"Interests can have a significant impact on the academy and the decisions made. Not only in politics, but also in research and other areas. If a researcher or academic staff member has personal or professional interests that influence their perspective, this can affect the objectivity and impartiality of their actions.

"Let's imagine that an academic is conducting research on an important topic. If that researcher has personal or institutional interests that lead him to favor or endorse it, there's a possibility that his approach and conclusions are biased. There could be a tendency to present only those results that support its efficacy, while ignoring or minimizing those that question its validity or raise doubts about its performance.

"Moreover, a lack of transparency in the disclosure of potential conflicts of interest and the methodology used in research can undermine confidence in the findings and the integrity of the academy as a whole. That's why it's good to promote transparency, peer review and critical debate to ensure that research is rigorous, unbiased and based on solid evidence.

"As students, we are here to learn. We should not be afraid of debate and discussion, but embrace it as an opportunity for improvement. It's important to keep an open mind and be willing to consider different perspectives and approaches."

"I don't need lectures on how things work in the academy. You're just a student, and you don't have the experience or the full understanding of how decisions are made here."

“That doesn't invalidate my concerns about objectivity in the academy.”

"Your concerns are nothing more than the ramblings of an idealistic student. The academy has its own procedures and standards, and you won't be the one to question them," the principal shook his head.

"If seeking truth and honesty is unwise, then I'll gladly be so. I came here to learn. When presented with projects, what I value most is learning how to approach them as if they were real challenges, seeking meaningful and applicable solutions in the outside world. I have learned a lot, even in the subjects I don't pass."

"Are you saying you would seriously implement those ideas in the real world?" the principal raised his eyebrows.

“Yes.”

“But who is going to allow it?”

“Who is going to stop me?”

The principal remained in his seat with his lips parted. Touma lowered his gaze with a smile on his lips, and his expression hardened again when the principal looked at him for a moment.

"This is unprecedented. I will not tolerate your arrogant and irresponsible attitude. I want you to pay attention to what I am about to say, because this is very serious. You have been questioning the Sibyl System and suggesting ideas that go against our fundamental beliefs. But don't you realize that the Sibyl System has been proven by all the authorities in the field? It's an advanced and proven technology that has proven its effectiveness in maintaining order and security in our society. There is a rich tradition in our current policies and beliefs, we can only respectfully follow the established principles. Who are we to question what has proven to be effective? We can only try to maintain and improve it over time."

"Why?" questioned Yashiro.

"Why, it's obvious!" the principal exclaimed.

"I don't care what people think about art, music, Sibyl or whatever. Why do I have to consider what other people think?" Yashiro held a hand out to the side for a moment, opening her palm.

"That's our tradition and society's,” he measured his voice.

"But, why?"

"How can you be so smart and so naive?" the principal raised an eyebrow for a second.

"Honestly, I don't understand," Yashiro stood up, heading to one side of the room, where there was a wooden bookshelf with books, folders, and academic pictures. "Why choose the monotony of copying and repeating what others have done before? Rules? Every material, every place and every goal is unique, but we insist on applying the same thoughts over and over again, becoming copies of our parents, who copied our grandparents and so on creating a world composed of copies where no one owns their mind and every generation thinks the same."

The principal watched her sitting slightly leaning back. Something about her confused him, not because of her words but because of the way she said them. Touma's expression did not change at the sudden movement of her body, as if it were a mere continuation of a conversation they had started before.

"But... there is nothing that has not been expressed," replied the principal in a quieter tone. "All forms of expression have already been discovered."

"Expression of what?" Yashiro leaned forward, reading the title of a book. "The high-speed train does not serve the same purpose as its predecessor, the steam locomotive. An airplane or ship does not serve the same purpose as a train. The telegraph was an important innovation in communications, but it became obsolete with the development of the telephone and more advanced communication networks. A building must follow its own truth and serve its sole purpose. It becomes alive when it reflects a central idea that is expressed in every detail.

"Each idea has its own meaning, just as each person creates his own meaning, his own form and his own destiny. Why should it matter what others have done? Why should their way be the only valid one? Why blindly follow the majority without question? Why turn truth into a simple matter of conformity? Why must everything be adapted to please others? There must be a reason. Even if I don't know it yet, I am going to search for it and understand it."

"For God's sake!" the principal exclaimed. "Don't you find it more convenient to sit down? Thank you. Now listen to me carefully. The past was always adapted to the needs of the present. No single man ever invented anything in any area. The creative process is slow and collective, each man collaborates with the others and subordinates himself to the pre-established rules of the majority."

"I have probably sixty years to live," Yashiro looked up for a moment. "I will spend most of that time working. If I don't find joy in what I do, it will be torture. I don't plan to waste it following rules or traditions. I'm not interested in approval and conformity. I'm willing to set my own standards, even if it means being at the beginning of something new and different."

"How old are you?" the principal frowned and leaned forward slightly.

"Eighteen," replied Yashiro.

"Right, that's understandable," the principal sighed and stretched back in the seat with a smile. "You'll outgrow that. The old standards have always existed and no one has been able to improve them. Modernists are merely a trend. Can you name me a single one who has achieved any permanent distinction? What's become of them now? If they didn't become criminals, they're bums or drunks who are lucky to get part-time work as dishwashers in…”

"I'm not going to talk about those men," Yashiro cut him off.

"Are any of them your friends?"

"I have seen their works."

"And what do you think of them?" the principal wanted to know. "Do you find them...?

"I said I don't want to talk about them," Yashiro insisted with her eyes fixed on the desk.

"I hope you have realized that I am actually allowing you too much freedom. I do not usually have discussions with students who behave as you do, but I want to prevent what I fear is a real tragedy: the fate of a talented young woman who wants to complicate and ruin her life unnecessarily.

"You have shown great effort in your education and are just a few months away from finishing your studies. However, there is one crucial aspect you should consider, especially given your current situation. It's important to reflect that no one is an end in themselves, but a thousandth part of the social whole. Cooperation is key in our modern world and in any profession. Have you ever thought about others?"

"Yes," nodded Yashiro.

"Thinking of others is paramount in any project. You must think of others above all else. The purpose of all expressions is to serve others. Think of the artist, who seeks to connect with his audience through his work, the singer, who seeks to excite and delight his audience with his music, or the architect, who has the responsibility to create spaces that meet the needs and desires of those who will inhabit them. It's important to aspire to give adequate expression to the aspirations of those for whom we work."

"I don't want to exist to serve."

"'Come again?" the principal shifted in his chair, frowning for a second. "You mean you want to force them to accept your ideas?"

"I don't intend to force them to think like me or be forced."

The principal exchanged a glance with Touma, then turned to her more attentively than before, as if he had understood what was confusing him about her behavior.

"Have you considered that your arguments would be more persuasive if you demonstrated a genuine interest in knowing my opinion on the subject?" the principal asked.

"Yes, but I don't care whether you agree with me or not," Yashiro replied so calmly that the comment did not seem offensive.

Touma's eyebrows raised for a moment slightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the desk.

"You seem not only indifferent to the opinions of others, which might be difficult to understand, but you also show no interest in persuading them to adopt your point of view," the principal observed.

“No.”

"But, that's… evil."

“Is it?”

"This conversation has been eye-opening, and I am pleased to have had it," the principal said in a louder tone than usual. "After hearing your opinions and views, I concur with those who expressed concerns at the meeting. Your actions and attitudes are of concern to me and other faculty members. Your disruptive behavior and your insistence on questioning the fundamental beliefs of our society and our school cause us to consider that your presence here could be detrimental to the educational environment for our students. I believe that this school was never the best fit for you. Although I have tried to be supportive, I see that you are not to be encouraged. Your thinking is potentially dangerous."

“To whom?”

The principal stood up and gestured towards the door, indicating that the interview had come to an end. Touma turned around and watched her rise from the chair to give a brief bow of her head and then leave.

"I can't believe some teachers have said she's a great woman. A great woman... or a terrible criminal," the principal shook his head, resting a hand on the desk. "It's really surprising. After all these years, it's hard for me to understand how you didn't warn of her behavior earlier, even though your ideas and hers are so opposite. Didn't you realize that she could have expressed those kinds of opinions in your class long before? It's something that puzzles me, considering your strong hold on your own beliefs and values."

"Takahashi-san speaks for herself," Touma replied quietly.

"Evidently she shouldn't. We can't allow her to. Not even you," the principal frowned in a deeper tone of voice.

"What happens to her now?"

"I am seriously considering expelling her," the principal tapped his fingers on the desk, looking at the bookshelf in the room.

Touma frowned with his eyes still fixed on the door.

"I think making such a drastic decision might not be the right solution," Touma turned around with a relaxed expression. "Takahashi-san is an independent and driven individual, and her approach to the club was never for the purpose of causing harm, but to question and explore the world around her. She has the ability to express her ideas in a... forthright and passionate manner, which can generate varying reactions from others. However, she has always been respectful and open to dialogue with those who have different opinions in class."

"I appreciate your perspective, but I can't ignore complaints from parents about the impact their actions have on the club, and therefore on the academy and the mental health of the students. I can't risk keeping someone who could negatively influence others."

"I understand that, and I agree that we should consider the welfare of all students," Touma raised an eyebrow and lowered his gaze, pausing. "But perhaps we could look for a solution that doesn't involve a permanent expulsion. We could consider a temporary suspension as a warning measure and opportunity for Takahashi-san to reflect on her actions."

"That could be an option, but I would need guarantees that the science club's activities would not cause further conflict," the principal tilted his head to one side for a few seconds.

"I understand your concerns, but I also want to point out that several students have found value and enrichment in the club's discussions," Touma waved his hand.

"Still, I cannot allow this to continue. I will cancel all club activities. In addition, I will suspend all students involved. I cannot allow Takahashi-san's influence and her ideas to affect other students. This is my final decision," the principal stated in a firm voice.

"I understand. But I ask you to consider the possibility of allowing Takahashi-san to continue at the academy after the suspension. Machiavelli said that sometimes it's necessary to make firm and drastic decisions to maintain order and stability in an institution. However, it's also important to know how and when to show clemency," Touma turned his head to the side slightly, squinting his eyes. "Allowing Takahashi-san to continue at the academy after the suspension could be an opportunity to show wisdom and prudence. Sun Tzu also mentioned that the best victory is the one in which one avoids destruction and succeeds in transforming the enemy into an ally. Likewise, allowing Takahashi-san to learn from her mistakes and continue her education here could be a victory for all of us."

"I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything," the principal turned in the chair looking at the wall on one side of the room.

"Let me talk to her. I promise I will guide her and help find a way to balance her convictions with the general welfare of the academy. If after that you feel more drastic measures are necessary, I will accept your decision."

"All right. I accept your proposal for temporary suspension and your commitment to supervise her activities," the principal sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. "But you must understand that any further problems will be grounds for immediate expulsion."

"Of course," Touma gave a slight bow of his head in appreciation. "I'm sure she will understand as well and learn from this experience. I don't think it's necessary to take such drastic measures, especially considering the time of year we're in."

"I hope so. You may leave."

Yashiro walked slowly through wide, long corridors, down the staircase and out into the garden. She had met many men like the principal, but she had never understood them. She only knew that there was a difference between her actions and theirs, but it did not bother her. Sometimes, she wished she knew what made them the way they were. There was a principle she needed to discover.

"Takahashi-san," an older professor who had been teaching arithmetic at the institution for years greeted her with a brief smile. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what happened. I hope you were not discouraged by these recent events."

"Don't worry. It doesn't matter," Yashiro nodded.

"You must feel it's completely unfair," he commented after a pause, lowering his gaze.

“I didn't think so. What's wrong?”

The professor frowned at her for a moment, then turned to the building in front of them separated by a large garden. Yashiro's tone denoted surprise, like strangeness at the surprise on his face.

"Sometimes I miss the days when this school was a place of debate and discussion, of competing ideas. It was a different time."

“Did you live through that time?” Yashiro asked.

"Yes, I did. I've seen how the country has changed drastically all these years. You and your friends made me remember something I had forgotten, that I didn't know I might miss, though I'm not sure what it is," the professor raised an eyebrow.

"I get what you mean. Sometimes I wonder what it was like growing up in a world like that," Yashiro replied casually.

At that moment, the professor looked at his watch and sighed.

"I'm sorry I must go, I have a class in the other building. But it's been nice talking to you, Takahashi-san."

"Thank you. It's been a pleasure for me too," Yashiro replied. "Someday, I'd love to hear what life was like before."

The professor smiled and bowed in farewell, heading towards the other building. Yashiro stayed a moment longer in the garden, until she entered the building and headed for the bathroom. Inside, she sighed and relaxed her shoulders, looking at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror and washing her face with water.

At that moment she saw a girl with glasses coming out with a cane from the last toilet cubicle, and three others waiting outside surrounded her. Two girls next to Yashiro who were washing their hands looked at them and left the bathroom without drying their wet skin.

"What are you doing here? We were looking for you."

One took the cell phone from her and raised her arm, taking a few steps back. The three formed a circle, tossing the cell phone to each other as the girl approached one of them. Since the three were taller, it was basically impossible for her to reach it. When the one with long blonde hair grabbed her by her red scarf around her neck, raising the arm with which she had her cell phone, she leaned towards her.

"Why don't I just smash it already?" she asked, gritting her teeth and staring at her.

Suddenly, her eyes squeezed shut and a grunt of pain escaped her lips, as Yashiro grasped her hand, pulled out her cell phone and then pushed her away. Turning around, she handed the cell phone back to the one with glasses, who blinked gawking at her.

"W-What are you doing? You shouldn't have..." she mumbled, shaking her head and grabbing her cell phone.

“Who’s this?” another asked.

The blonde grabbed her wrist and closed and opened her hand with a grimace of pain, looking at Yashiro, who went to get her backpack that she had left on the ground a few feet away. When she bent down to grab it someone else did it first.

“Get lost,” Yashiro narrowed her eyes.

The girl stretched her arm towards the collar of Yashiro's blouse, but she pulled away by grabbing her wrist and pushed her aside. Her body slammed against a half-open door of one of the toilet cubicles, and despite grabbing hold of the frame she fell in front of the toilet.

“Darn it!” she grunted in pain.

“Have you lost your mind?” another raised her voice.

She pulled on Yashiro's arm, but Yashiro turned around and gave her a light kick near her ankle, causing her to take a few steps back and lean against the wall, lifting her leg and gritting her teeth. Suddenly, Yashiro felt an arm wrap around her neck tightly.

“Crazy brat, who do you think you are?” the blonde muttered in her ear, grabbing her own arm with one hand.

Yashiro pushed back, but could only take a few steps. The other woman lunged toward her, but Yashiro kicked her in the stomach and knocked her to the ground. Turning to the side, she put her foot on a door frame and propelled herself backward. A grunt of pain echoed through the bathroom as Yashiro slammed her against the counter.

The one who had fallen into a cubicle got up, but when she tried to grab Yashiro, she jumped up and slammed both legs into her waist, pushing her against a door and freeing herself from the grip on her neck. Coughing and bringing a hand to it, Yashiro leaned forward. However, a hand grabbed her arm again and pulled her against the counter backwards.

Yashiro pursed her lips at the slight pain in her back, and when the woman approached raising her hand, she held her wrist and elbow against her neck, lifting herself up and pushing her onto the counter. Her large brown eyes glowed, fixed on Yashiro's gray ones. She gasped, feeling the tension in her arm and back, as she held Yashiro's shoulder with one hand.

"You think you're a queen but everyone at home treats you like a pawn," Yashiro observed in a serene tone.

The blonde frowned, but as soon as her lips parted, Yashiro pulled and pushed her to the side, causing her to fall to the ground and stagger herself. She then walked to where her backpack had fallen and slung it on her back. The girl in glasses stood motionless against a cubicle door watching the bodies move on the floor.

"You okay?" Yashiro looked her up and down, causing her to blink and flinch at her composed voice. "Come on."

"Why did you do that?" she walked behind with the cane, stepping out into the hallway. "You didn't have to. It's wrong. And now... now they'll come for you. What's your name?"

The dining room of the Oso Academy was large and majestic. A silence spread throughout the room. Staring blankly at the table, Yashiro did not notice the student who had entered the dining hall, followed by the glances of the rest. When her shadow was cast beside her, she managed to catch her attention.

“Unusual to see you worried," said a perfectly measured female voice that seemed to dance in a soft whisper yet disturb the atmosphere like a melody.

Yashiro smiled for a split second, utterly oblivious to the casual murmurs and laughter coming from the other adjacent tables. She looked up to focus her full attention on the tall, slender girl, who was noticed by many of her admirers especially because of her long black hair, which was always flowing down to her waist, imposing a magical yet simple elegance.

Yashiro raised her head slightly at those amethyst eyes, which watched with an almost palpable coldness, narrowed, something that many students did not notice. She gazed at her for a few seconds, fumbled with her fork twice, and continued her lunch, which was beginning to grow cold from the long wait. In response, the girl proceeded to sit across from her, in a refined, upright position. They usually asked permission to sit, but Yashiro had become so used to her presence that manners had long since ceased to exist between them.

Rikako was always accompanied by one or two students as if they were bodyguards, but every time she addressed her she did so on her own. Yashiro wondered what she had to hide, why she needed to protect her reputation so much the way she did. They were silent for a long while, one eating placidly and the other analyzing her every move, with that empty, enigmatic expression that so characterized her and to which Yashiro had grown accustomed.

“It's not about the club, is it?”

Yashiro wiped her mouth with a piece of cloth, leaving her hands on both sides of her tray to look at her. At that instant, Rikako pursed her lips proudly and leaned forward clasping her hands together, to rest her chin on them. Her eyes were fully fixed on the person in front of her, as if memorizing every expression or detail displayed.

"How are you doing with your drawings?" Yashiro asked. Rikako watched the cold silver in her eyes, prolonging the silence. "I see. I could help you find inspiration."

After a minute, having finished her lunch, Yashiro stood up with casual, careless movements.

“As thanks, I'll make an exception by letting you see my latest work. It's not finished yet, so your opinion will be very helpful," Rikako mimicked her movement and stood in front of the table.

They stood facing each other for a few seconds. There were murmurs and glances landing on them. As they walked past, some students smiled and Rikako returned the gesture, while Yashiro kept her eyes straight ahead.

At that moment, she only wondered what work Rikako was talking about, what it would look like, what its meaning would be. Such was her self-absorption that when another student greeted her, she automatically responded with a simple nod and a broad smile on her lips.

At that hour, the corridors of the academy that connected the different classrooms were isolated and silent, and were only dazed by the gentle footsteps of both students. When they arrived at one of the art classrooms, Rikako placed her hands on the doorknob and opened it, gesturing with her head to let her in.

The room was empty with only one drawing in the corner, with its back to any possible viewer. Rikako was very cautious, she did not like people looking at her unfinished drawings. She preferred to refine them until she finally decided that she could make them public in class.

“What do you say?”

Rikako's voice brought her back to reality and Yashiro opened her eyes again. She turned to Rikako, who was sitting in front of her creation with her hands on her knees. Yashiro moved closer to study the work very closely, standing behind her. The image made her lean forward slightly.

It was a woman who stood looking up, as if observing something beyond her reach, naked and with her hands clasped together in what looked like silent weeping. Behind her was a large tree to which she was attached, as if she were part of it or subject to its presence. A few branches full of leaves covered her, but she seemed to be alone, out in the open, despite having pleasant company. Yashiro smiled and exchanged a glance with Rikako.

“I wonder what inspired you. Solitude? Blindness? The Sibyl System, perhaps?”

Rikako smiled and Yashiro's eyes sparkled as she walked down the hall, followed by her eyes. Unlike Rikako, her hair was brown and fell tousled to mid-back, though she usually wore it over her chest.

“Now... will you tell me what's going on, without changing the subject?”

Yashiro paused with a long, deep sigh as if she had known that question would reach her ears. She turned her head gently towards Rikako, who was still sitting with her straight hair behind her and kept looking into her eyes.

“I dreamed of ghosts from the past that I thought I buried," Yashiro nodded softly.

“We all have ghosts. You have to learn to let go,” Rikako's voice echoed.

“How?" Yashiro asked.

Rikako seemed to find it hard to believe that Yashiro, being older than her, was asking her for advice. It was something she would not do with other people, except for teachers. After taking a deep breath, she stood up to walk towards her, standing half a meter away.

"Accepting them, living with them, until they become memories."

Yashiro walked to the window to look out at the blue sky and the students crowding in the courtyard. She frowned for a moment, feeling a slight headache.

"Where have you been?" Rikako asked, seeing some stains on the bottom of her white blouse.

"Out and about," shrugged Yashiro. “Got something for you.”

Yashiro reached for her backpack that she had left lying on the floor and pulled out a book from inside, reaching over to hand it to her. Rikako's eyes widened for a few seconds as she opened it, and looked up at her.

"Thank you. It's hard to find copies of Shakespeare," Rikako paused, looking into her eyes.

At that moment, Rikako raised her head slightly and her lips parted, but the words did not find their way out. Her eyes, normally bright, now seemed dull. She looked at Yashiro's lips for a moment, before returning to her eyes and watching her features. However, the sound of the door opening made Yashiro turn around. A woman with glasses and gray hair walked in. She was known to the students because she had worked at the academy for many years.

"Takahashi-san, excuse me, but I was told I might find you here," the school counselor paused, looking at Rikako and then at her again. "I'm sorry about what happened this morning."

"What happened?" asked Yashiro.

"Well, there are all kinds of rumors. I can't tell you how sorry I am. That club must have meant a lot to you."

Yashiro just looked into her eyes without answering.

"Now you'll have to leave that club, and who knows what else, won't you?" the woman shifted on the spot. "But you shouldn't be disappointed, you'll be finishing your studies shortly. We have to look on the bright side of suffering, don't we?"

Yashiro turned around and walked to the window.

"Ah, Takahashi-san!"

"What?"

"The principal… the principal made a call through his secretary," she explained.

“And?”

"The secretary asked me if I could please tell you that the principal wanted to see you. Why do you think he wants to see you?"

"How should I know," Yashiro turned to Rikako's drawing.

The woman followed her with her eyes, watching her slender figure move about the huge room. She feared that Yashiro might suddenly pounce on the drawing and break it, knocking the chair to the floor, though she had never shown any such inclinations. But, without knowing why, she kept waiting for catastrophe.

"Takahashi-san, what are you doing?”

Yashiro was watching Rikako's drawing, but looked up at the woman, raising her eyebrows.

"What about the principal? The principal, who is waiting for you," she shook her head.

"Oh, right. I forgot," sighed Yashiro.

“You… forgot?" her voice echoed.

"Yes."

"Well, all I can say is that you deserve it. All of it. You should hurry up and rush to his office," the counselor raised her voice.

"I'll be right over," responded Yashiro.

The woman frowned as she watched Yashiro pull her hair back with her fingers to give it the appearance of a hairstyle.

"Takahashi-san, are you planning to go like this?"

"And how would I go?" asked Yashiro.

"But it's your principal!"

"Not anymore."

The woman thought Yashiro said it happily, and for a moment she stared at her with half-open lips, until she sighed and walked back out of the classroom. Rikako could not help but smile as she saw Yashiro slung her backpack over one shoulder and hurried out, taking long strides, exchanging a glance with her.

Sitting with a forearm on the desk, the principal had leaned to one side listening to his secretary. When Yashiro walked in, his eyes glanced at her for a second, but he continued to talk to the woman about something she did not get to hear. Touma Kouzaburou was standing at the side of the room, his hands in the pockets of his dark beige pants.

"You're right on time," Touma smiled and tilted his head at her, not taking his eyes off the principal.

“Thought I was late,” Yashiro approached him.

“That’s what I mean,” he frowned, turning to her.

The secretary nodded and left the room, leaving the three alone. The principal raised his eyebrows and waved for Yashiro to sit down.

"Takahashi-san, Touma-kun, thank you for taking the time to speak with me again. I want to be clear about how we will proceed after this situation," the principal leaned his elbows on the armrests of his chair, and clasped his hands together in front of his chest. "Takahashi-san, I have decided to cancel all science club activities. In addition, both you and all students involved will be temporarily suspended as a disciplinary measure.

"I have noticed that your opinions and attitudes have been the subject of controversy among several teachers and students. I understand that everyone has the right to express their ideas, but it's important to maintain a harmonious and respectful environment at our educational institution. Therefore, I have decided that it's necessary to take additional steps to ensure that these situations do not happen again."

"I'm sure you'll find a new graduate the next time this happens. I just don't understand why you haven't yet," Yashiro commented calmly in front of his desk.

Touma frowned and slowly lowered his head, turning it towards her.

"Takahashi-san, it's none of your business to consider that," Touma's tone was unusually deep and his expression became more serious, which made her blink.

"I'm just curious. I want to know my situation. I'd like to know beforehand if I'm going to be expelled," Yashiro raised her eyebrows looking at him for a moment.

"There is no need to reach such presumptions, Takahashi-san," the principal raised his voice. "You will get the necessary information in due course. But here's what you need to know now. The only reason you have not yet been expelled is because Touma-kun begged me to give you a chance and submitted a formal plea to keep you at this academy, stating that he will be in charge of your supervision. I took his words into consideration. You can thank him for still being here."

Yashiro's eyes widened and her lips parted as she turned to Touma, who was looking at the principal.

"The suspension will be an opportunity to reflect on your actions. You should appeal to your conscience and recognize that your extremist ideas have created controversy and could raise overall stress among students. You should admit that others are right and reconsider your approaches," the principal continued, pausing, as if waiting for an apology, but it did not come. "Please note that this temporary suspension is not a concession, it's a warning. Your ideas and actions will be carefully monitored. Any misstep and expulsion will be imminent. That's all I had to say. Is there anything else you'd like to add... or explain?"

"No," replied Yashiro.

"Good. You may go now. I have matters to discuss with Touma-kun alone."

Yashiro stood up with a slight bow of her head. Her eyes met for an instant the narrowed brown ones of Touma, who had turned to face her. A smile tugged on his face, causing her to frown and walk out of the office.

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