#but i think i would look very class president ish

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— seventeen as types of students | ot13.

🎧 genre : headcanon, crack-ish

🎧 warning/s : none

— seungcheol [ the class president that's too nice ]

“please be quiet, the teacher is talking.”

୨୧ he's a softie with his classmates most of the time and will only be strict when necessary

୨୧ the teachers definitely love this guy

୨୧ he'd carry their stuff back to the faculty room with a smile

୨୧ literally so nice and polite to everyone

୨୧ but if any of his classmates get treated badly for the wrong reasons, he is the first one to defend them

୨୧ won't care if he's against the teacher or a senior, he will stand up for the mistreated

୨୧ maybe a little too nice because others take advantage of him

୨୧ he's also the type to offer you materials when he notices you didn't bring anything with you

୨୧ no pencil? he has a spare. no paper? he bought extra. no lunch? he orders a whole buffet. no place to live in? he gives you one of his penthouse apartments

୨୧ i'm just kidding, but you get what i mean

— jeonghan [ the intelligent mischief maker ]

“quiz? today? didn't you say it's on monday?”

୨୧ looks like he isn't paying attention but still gets perfect scores in his quizzes and exams. let me add that he's also the captain of a varsity team

୨୧ is 100% the student who stalls the teacher by asking more questions and whatnot to prevent any surprise tests

୨୧ everyone discreetly encourages him to continue stalling

୨୧ a professional at it because the teacher is already gossiping to the class when it's almost dismissal in two minutes

୨୧ c'mon you've seen the going seventeen episodes, this man can and will gaslight his teachers into thinking they don't have a quiz

୨୧ i also think he'd make minor pranks in class

୨୧ good luck being his seat mate because he'll slowly turn you into his partner-in-crime

୨୧ well, who doesn't want to be his partner-in-crime?

୨୧ he's calm when he needs to be, but that might mean he's plotting ways to bring havoc upon the entire class

୨୧ finds it amusing when his classmates are annoyed by his antics because what are they going to do? disrespect the one who stalls for them?

— joshua [ the hidden ace student ]

“you can copy my notes, i don't mind.”

୨୧ the one guy that doesn't stand out at first but when he does, it'll shock you to see how capable he is

୨୧ he's really talented and capable though remains modest about it

୨୧ bro could be a model for a high-end brand but downplays it TT

୨୧ everyone relies on him for the notes because he's the only diligent note taker in class

୨୧ the type you see in the corridor once and before you know it, you're trying to spot him in the crowd

୨୧ also very responsible and submits his homework days before the deadline

୨୧ he's an eligible hallway crush candidate

୨୧ no for real, he has the ability to turn heads and make others double take as soon as he walks past them

୨୧ joshua would also be part of the varsity team, be a student intern, join multiple extracurricular clubs, and even have a position in the student council

୨୧ the guy is living his student life to the fullest, i swear

— jun [ the unintentional class clown ]

“wait don't start the test yet, i don't have a pen!”

୨୧ you know those students that try so hard to make the class laugh? well, wen junhui here is twice as funny even when he isn't trying

୨୧ all he has to do is just smile like an idiot then suddenly everyone bursts into fits of laughter

୨୧ in addition to that, he doesn't have any school materials

୨୧ his motto is literally, “insist and keep going” so he insists on not buying school stuff and keeps going like the king he is

୨୧ that was a joke, ily jun. he (at most) has a bag filled with crumpled up tissues and food wrappers, i guess.

୨୧ mostly relies on his classmates and keeps an extra eye out for the pens that fall on the floor

୨୧ even the teacher got tired of him constantly asking for materials to the point that the class set up a 'jun supplies' corner

୨୧ he's undeniably the drama teacher's favorite

୨୧ daydreams a lot during boring classes while staring out the window. all fun and games till the teacher decides to call on him

୨୧ they'll be asking, "when, junhui?" and he gives the most genuinely confused look, "...yes?" (this was funnier in my head, please tell me you get it)

— hoshi [ the proactive teacher's pet ]

“yes, i understood the lesson!” (has no idea)

୨୧ wants to be the first to acknowledge whatever the teacher says even when he doesn't actually understand what they said

୨୧ though they appreciate his energy

୨୧ that one hyper PE-enthusiastic loud student

୨୧ shows off by running two laps around the track in no time and gets sulky when someone outranks him

୨୧ well, if only he had that booster

୨୧ some would think he's overbearing but you can't really get mad at him, hoshi is a pretty passionate guy in school

୨୧ he's brought the school to the top when it comes to dance competitions, having earned countless awards and medals

୨୧ in charge of the atmosphere in the classroom. too gloomy? he'll raise everyone's spirits up

୨୧ loves getting recognition from his peers and teachers

୨୧ look, he may not have gotten that booster, but he's everyone's motivational booster

— wonwoo [ the smart laid-back honoree ]

“if possible, can i join the debate next time?”

୨୧ he has a lot to say and contribute to class discussions

୨୧ just doesn't prefer to say it unless he really feels the need to

୨୧ going against this guy in debate? he's going to destroy you while maintaining the same level of articulateness

୨୧ top one in academics and all subjects, but is still humble

୨୧ never flaunts his intelligence to others

୨୧ you can always find him in the library, super invested in the book he's reading

୨୧ wonwoo looks like he isn't into gossip but this man eavesdrops as much as he reads, you'll only be surprised to know he's updated in the recent talks of the school

୨୧ once went to school with a heart cat keychain and everyone thought he had a girlfriend

୨୧ "i was supposed to give this to my friend but i liked it so i decided to keep it for myself."

୨୧ he's allowed to be selfish when it comes to cats, it's fine

— woozi [ the mysterious guitarist ]

“who's up for the next song?”

୨୧ quiet

୨୧ literally so quiet during class and only talks when asked to recite

୨୧ he can be seen scribbling something down on his notepad or strumming the distressed rips on his jeans to a beat

୨୧ if you observe him long enough, you'll notice his feet are silently tapping in different tempos

୨୧ when it's lunch break or dismissal, you finally see why

୨୧ woozi plays his guitar in the classroom or canteen using the rhythm to what he's been tapping to earlier

୨୧ serenades the bunch of students that currently flock around him with the music he composed himself

୨୧ during group projects is where he's slightly more talkative and joins in brainstorming, since his grades depend on his idiot group mates

୨୧ also low-key eavesdrops and is against any fake classmates

୨୧ maybe there's a certain classmate of his that is considered the 'gentleman' but woozi knows it's not entirely true (i wonder who that guy is)

— dk [ the star student ]

“my performance? oh, it's on friday!”

୨୧ a school celebrity, i tell you

୨୧ he's an active reciter in class, never ashamed to raise his hand if he knows the answer

୨୧ mostly known as the guy who smiles to everyone he crosses paths with

୨୧ his popularity is insane because he's friendly and has great humor

୨୧ it only increases when there's a singing competition and it's his turn to sing. everyone, including some people of the opposing class, cheers for him

୨୧ it's the dk effect but he also has a lovable goofball side to him

୨୧ he'd be the first to donate to the school charity and it isn't because he wants to show off, he's just really genuine

୨୧ whenever the teacher isn't around yet, he sings some melodies for his classmates

୨୧ he's pretty loud, right? when the whole class laughs, there'd be a significant guffaw overpowering the others and no one has to look to know it's him

୨୧ overall, really kind, outgoing, and funny

— mingyu [ the reliable yet clumsy one ]

“how is it my fault they can't see the whiteboard?”

୨୧ ah yes, he's the notorious tall kid who obstructs the sight of other students

୨୧ at first he doesn't realize it and apologizes, but he reaches a point where he does it on purpose to piss them off

୨୧ he's the most teased in class (and secretly likes it)

୨୧ but mingyu is also one of the reliable students and provides helpful information in the class group chat

୨୧ aside from that, guess the star player of the basketball team? kim mingyu, of course

୨୧ people dread him during art projects because he makes a huge mess everywhere

୨୧ the scattered pieces of art paper? mingyu's fault. the glue spill on the teacher's table? also his fault.

୨୧ his classmates have a #BlameMingyuForEverything agenda but in an affectionate love-hate relationship way

୨୧ though he makes it up to them by staying behind after dismissal to tidy up the classroom

୨୧ yes, he probably makes the biggest mess but he also holds himself accountable and fixes it

— the8 [ the artistic soul ]

“teacher, can i change seats? my current seat mate is loud.”

୨୧ given the people he's surrounded with, you can see why he meditates

୨୧ minghao is straightforward, very frank about his thoughts, and is not afraid to let someone know they're disturbing him

୨୧ he just wants to draw in peace but his seat mate insists on having a heart-to-heart talk about tigers

୨୧ one of those people you see that have the 'quiet yet hardworking' student life

୨୧ wants to stay low-key, but if the topic is interesting to him, he'd be glad to share this thoughts

୨୧ during group projects that require creativity, everyone knows that he always takes it seriously

୨୧ if it's individually graded, minghao never lacks in his contributions which inevitably leads to his group's perfect score

୨୧ is also known as the guy who has a frog crochet theme going on. his laptop bag and bucket hat being his favorite crocheted things

୨୧ he prefers sitting where there's a good view of a landscape and uses it as inspiration for his next work

୨୧ just literally anywhere hoshi isn't

— seungkwan [ the social butterfly ]

“did you hear? a guy from our class received a heart cat keychain.”

୨୧ yes, he's the first one to be updated about gossip

୨୧ people also love sharing topics with him because he's so easy to talk to

୨୧ belongs to multiple friend groups, loves socializing with others and even the teachers

୨୧ i also think he'd do tiktok dance challenges during break time, along with other students of course

୨୧ his friend trio with dk and hoshi is by far, the most popular trio in school

୨୧ when there's a school event, he is always the emcee

୨୧ seungkwan is no doubt a well-known student, but he gets shy when others compliment him

୨୧ someone could say that the way he delivers his speech is flawless and he would melt on the spot while muttering a little 'thank you'

୨୧ he's very vocal during open discussions in class, also making fairly good points in debates

୨୧ a lovely student, no one can bring themselves to hate him

— vernon [ the one who's just there ]

“it's chwe not chew.”

୨୧ totally see him as that one person whose surname gets misspelt and/or mispronounced

୨୧ he's in his own little world, doing whatever he wants

୨୧ i don't mean that in a mischievous way, he is a really well-behaved student

୨୧ some people criticize his clothing style but he does not care and believes his unorthodox fashion sense separates him from the crowd

୨୧ vernon has something with that silly beanie of his, however he's easily identifiable that way

୨୧ literally nicknamed 'beanie kid' in the class group chat

୨୧ most students underestimate his intellectual abilities and will be surprised to see him rank somewhere in the top ten honorees of the batch

୨୧ no effort in being low profile, just some complaints from his classmates because they can't focus due to his good looks

୨୧ he's also among the active students in class discussions. he has a lot of opinions to share while remaining open-minded with the thoughts of others

୨୧ has a small, but close friend group and he's more than happy about it

— dino [ the recipient of his classmates' antics ]

“for one minute, can we please have silence for one minute?”

୨୧ he is so done with everyone

୨୧ imagine this: dino is looking forward to the start of the school year and he already bought all the materials he needs, etc... when suddenly he finds out these are the people he needs to endure school with

୨୧ all his materials are low on supply because one of his classmates don't have anything and he gets transferred to sit beside the tiger enthusiast as a sacrifice everyone but him was willing to make

୨୧ suddenly he's looking forward to the end of school

୨୧ though, over time, he learns to deal with each and every one of them. they may be a spontaneous bunch, but he appreciates them

୨୧ he's model student material and excels in anything he does

୨୧ dino is the batch representative because no one else was eligible or available for this position

୨୧ and also because he'd do really well handling the responsibilities that come with it

୨୧ has dancing as his extracurricular club and eventually became part of the school's dance troupe

୨୧ in conclusion, he's an ace of many things — dealing with his classmates being one of them

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #svt #svt headcanons #choi seungcheol #yoon jeonghan #seungcheol headcanons #jeonghan headcanons #joshua hong #joshua headcanons #wen junhui #jun headcanons #kwon soonyoung #hoshi headcanons #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo headcanons #lee jihoon #woozi headcanons #hcs with avie #lee seokmin #dk headcanons #kim mingyu #mingyu headcanons #the8 #the8 headcanons #minghao headcanons #seungkwan headcanons #vernon headcanons #dino headcanons #svt imagines

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No Kisses | KTH Chapter II: Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Captain of the Football Team fuckboi Taehyung x Class President goody two shoes Reader

Genre: FWB AU-ish, enemies to frienemies? with benefits to lovers, smut, fluff, angst?? I guess

Summary: It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

Chapter II: Let Me Remind You || Series Masterlist

Throughout the week, you avoided everyone like the plague. It was harsh and rather stupid of you, but your feelings got to you. You were too flustered and embarrassed to be around Taehyung, too ashamed to look at your friends and cousin. How could you let Taehyung do those…questionable actions to you? Especially in the fucking council room! How unprofessional coming from the student body president, the goody two shoes, the one and only ___ ___!

But the way he was talking to you, the way he gripped on your hips, and the way he pressed himself…God, it felt like heaven on Earth for you. You even thought of relieving yourself to get it out of your system, but your mind told you to stop for the sake of your pride. You were also worried about hurting yourself like the last and only time. Not once before he came along did you ever feel that type of pleasure. If you ever went further with him… let’s not talk about that right now. It will never happen. 

After the incident, you refused to see Taehyung. You didn’t–you couldn’t see him. It was way too embarrassing to see one another, at least on your end, which mattered more for you. You felt the need to protect yourself at all costs, not wanting to show vulnerability. You took your precious time to open up to Hoseok and Yoongi while Jimin pulled the cousin card on you. Other than that, you showed such a strong persona that people wondered if you ever showed any emotion besides happiness and anger (only directed to Taehyung, though).

It was just how you were. No specific childhood trauma that scarred you for life. You didn’t think your vulnerability was a weakness, but you believed that those you trusted the most in life could only see it. It was sort of special to you, which is why it aggravated you that you showed a smidge to that fucker football captain. You didn’t want to show anything to him, not even your aura and physical self. 

Luckily for you but also unfortunately, you had your period that week. You used the excuse of sickness and intense cramps to get out of two joint meetings, which Hoseok surprisingly understood, even going far as wondering if you wanted him and Yoongi to drop by your apartment for some goodies. You felt guilty for being a very irresponsible president. Even before the incident, you weren’t doing so well with the joint collaboration. The first meeting was tragic and completely inappropriate of you, and so forth. You stayed back, letting Hoseok do everything. What kind of president does this, or why are you so afraid of showing yourself to Taehyung, you thought to yourself. Those were the type of questions that ran through your head every day since.

The sudden ring from your apartment front door stopped your reflecting process as you were lying on your couch. Once you came home, you stripped off your uniform and threw on a lavender tank top and sweatpants set. You had nowhere else to go, so you might as well be comfortable and care for your cramps by wrapping a heating pad around your torso. It was only three in the afternoon, which meant the meeting had started. Everyone you knew was there, so you wondered who that could be. Maybe Yeonjun because he usually locked himself out, and he would stay at your place until our old lady landlord came and scolded him for being irresponsible.

Your expectations were wrong once you were met with your best friends who were looking angry. You cocked an eyebrow at them before moving to the side for them to enter. They knew you had some questions as to why they were here and not attending the meeting, so before you spoke, Hoseok goes, “I can’t fucking believe you.” As they walked inside and you closed the door behind you. 

“What?” You asked dumbfoundedly as you pushed up your glasses to the bridge of your nose. Yoongi shoved a plastic bag filled with snacks and bottles of tea to you before he headed to your couch to relax.

“Don’t ‘what’ me.” Hoseok scoffed. “You’ve been missing meetings!”

“Yeah, I’ve been. I’m on my period, and it hurts.” You pointed to your attached heating pad, still not getting why he was angry at you. “I told you in advance!”

“Well, yes, I see that. I know you get really fatigued and in pain, but I know more of your reason for skipping is to avoid Taehyung and not necessarily your period.” He responded back, which left you wide-eyed. How the hell did he manage to figure that out?

“N-no?” You were never a good liar, to begin with. “Yoongi?” You called out.

“You’re on your own on this.” The treasurer replied. In your trio, when it came to situations, Hoseok always commented on everything, Yoongi didn’t really give a say until it gets serious, and you rarely got into trouble and thought about the rational thing to do. This was only level two, so it wasn’t bad, but it was bad in a way that this was targeted towards you, so this was like a level seven in Hoseok’s eyes.

Reading you like a fucking book, he added, “I found out because Taehyung actually came up to me during lunch today and asked me where you were. I told you left once you were done with your classes for the day, then man straight up told me you were avoiding him.”

“I was there too, so yeah, captain asked about you. After he left, Hobi and I realized that we rarely saw you, and you never once stepped into the council room or saw you with Jimin.” Yoongi’s voice came out of nowhere. “We concluded this, so we canceled the meeting to come here and beat your ass.”

You stood there with your arms to your sides like that one emoji as you continued to stare widely at your clever best friends. Sometimes with Hoseok’s male wife energy and Yoongi’s “fuck it” personality, you forget that they’re in the honors program with outstanding GPAs that make people cry home to their mom’s lap. You gave up wanting to explain yourself and said, “So?”

Hoseok groaned, “___! Why?”

“B-because he’s getting on my nerves!” You semi-lied, not wanting to give out the real reason. This was a reason, so you didn’t fully lie. You’re okay. You finally moved and headed to your living room with Hoseok trailing behind. “Did he tell you why I’m avoiding him?” You asked as you sat next to Yoongi and placed the bag on your coffee table.

“No. I asked him why and he left.” Your vice president answered as he sat down on your armchair to your left.

You pulled out the items from the bag to lay them out on the surface. “Well, we decided to meet at 1:30 for the banner, but he didn’t show up until 3. He left me hanging, and I did the outline by myself.” You seethed as that faint memory got you riled up. Then you began to remember him rubbing his hard dick onto your clothed pussy to which you shook your head away from the dirty memory.

“That doesn’t mean you can just avoid him.” Hoseok reasoned.

“I don’t care. I will avoid his annoying face at all costs.” You opened a bag of Pocky matcha sticks and munched on them. “He has no signs of respecting me. He’s pushing my buttons and teasing me. Don’t you see it’s him who needs to be talked to and not me? I’m trying my best, but he’s not! Ugh, I hate him!”

“Did you ever tell him to stop?” Yoongi pointed out the obvious. Now when he said that, it was obvious. No means no. Stop means no. You tried thinking back on any occurrence of telling him to stop, but you knew it was pointless because you never told him to, nor did you want him to. Though Taehyung was a teasing man whore, you knew he would stop if you told him off but no. Your silence and your head hanging as you looked down on your lap was their answer. They knew; they knew you knew.

“I’m confusing, I know.” You sighed. 

“No, we know you’re stupid, but sadly no one knows it.” Yoongi shrugged as he reached out for a bag of chips.

“Look, ___. I’m talking to you as your friend and not your vice president with what I’m about to say.” Hoseok began. “Avoiding Taehyung is not getting you anywhere. He may be irking, yes to God he is, but he is willing to cooperate. I asked Jimin to talk some sense into him today, and he said that Taehyung promised that he would respect you through this whole planning. Please meet instead of pigeon messaging everything.” He explained thoroughly as possible. “We also know you don’t hate him.”

You glared quietly at your friend as you chewed on your sticks. He was right. There’s no point in avoiding him, but you were so afraid of seeing him, afraid of your future unconscious emotions and behavior. The last you saw him, his eyes were filled with lust, and practically wanted to fuck you on the banner. There’s no telling how you or he will react after a whole week without seeing each other.

But you had to step it up. This was a sign of vulnerability, not facing your own consequences. You had to be strong. If it meant you had to confront Taehyung, then, by all means, you’ll do it. You will not show vulnerability and definitely not to Kim Taehyung.

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The next day, you stood in front of the football field entrance. You know what lies there was a dreaded territory. You’ve been there before, having to go and support your cousin playing games. Honestly, if it’s somewhere that doesn’t pertain to you, you avoid any place at all cost. You don’t need to be there unless otherwise, so what’s the point? It wasn’t a familiar area either. You were always lost, even if it was a big ass field. But knowing you had to be here and for a certain someone, you hated it and were a nervous little thing.

There wasn’t a meeting today, but groups were expected to meet before the following Monday. You gave yourself a short pep before entering through the gate. Jesus Christ, this place is huge. Knowing somewhat with muscle memory, you remembered the lockers were to the left before you proceeded further into the pathway which led to the field. You knew through Jimin that practice is in session, so none were in lockers.

To be honest, you really didn’t know what to say, but before coming here, you agreed with yourself that you decided to forget about what happened and focus on the main issue: talking and working with Taehyung. You kept calm, chanting a short mantra of “I am strong” as you patiently walked until you spotted green grass and large fitted, dirty men throwing a ball and some shit. It seemed they were also using dummies to mimic opponents as you saw or assuming you saw, Jungkook tackling one of them. 

You only thought it was him because Jimin told you how Jungkook begged for his jersey number to be 69 and actually succeeded.

This was so weird, and you felt out of place. This area was not…you, not your environment. You felt like a deer going into a tropical forest filled with snakes, beetles, and gorillas. One step in, and you’ll accidentally get bitten and die. Okay, maybe that’s a little dramatic but go on.

“Hey, Goody Two-Shoes.” A higher pitch voice called out your infamous nickname, so you couldn’t help but search for the sound. Your eyes roamed until you spotted a carbon copy of clones wearing red and white outfit sets staring back at you.

Ahh, yes. You forgot about the cheerleading squad. They also practiced with the football team but on the other side of the field. You met some of them, a nice bunch, to say the least. You didn’t really bother to care enough to remember any names, but they were okay.

But the one who called you out was none other than the cheer captain, Sim Bini, giving you dagger eyes and a twitch on her lip. Since you started college, she didn’t like you for reasons even you don’t know. She hung around your cousin and his friends from time to time, and when you stopped by the group, she always looked at you like she hated you. 

Yet you were indifferent because how would you hate someone you don’t even know. The only thing you heard was that she and Taehyung had a cliche relationship, the captains of the cheerleading team and football team together. A relationship that didn’t last long, but that was about it. Nothing that was related to you. You didn’t care for her, so why would you care if she was being rude to you?

“Can I help you?” Bini spat at you.

“No, thank you, though. I don’t need your help.” You shook your head, giving a gentle smile without knowing you irritated her.

“You know we have practice, right?”

“I didn’t know, actually. Even if I did, I’m not here for you.” You replied civilly. “Please continue on your practice.” And with that, you left the cheerleading team and went towards the football team. All while Bini failed to burn holes into the back of your steel-like head, watching your every move.

As you walked, the team gathered in a large circle, which quickly made you intimidating and nervous. They didn’t look like this when they were in the meetings. Maybe, it was the padding, but either way, they were such a huge unit you wanted to shit yourself.

Once all of them removed their helmets, you immediately spotted him. Sun-kissed skin glowed from the light, sweat-filled hair hanging on his forehead, side profile snatched to the Gods, his stature looking so big, you wanted to die. It sadly made you weak in the knees because you instantly thought about your time with him. You hated this so much.

You saw him speaking to the team though you couldn’t hear him. However, he spoke animatedly as he used his entire body to express what he was talking about, probably critiquing and commenting on what they did. The rest of the members watched attentively and quietly, which displayed how much respect they had for Taehyung.

You spotted Jimin’s jersey number 13, to which you decided to stand behind him. No one could see you, surely not Taehyung, but you watched Taehyung ramble on and on. You didn’t understand a word he was walking about, but he looked so passionate, so admirable, so…

“ONE, TWO, BREAK!” They shouted all at once, making you flinch in the process and getting you out of your head. Since Jimin didn’t know you were behind him, he snapped around, and his shoulder pads smacked your head, causing you to fall down in pain. Fuck, you didn’t think the pads were hard enough to get you a concussion, but they indeed hurt like a bitch.

“Oh my God, ___! I’m sorry, are you okay?” Jimin brought you back up and helped you stand on your two feet. You rubbed your reddened cheek, easing the embarrassment and ache.

“I’m fine, Chim. It’s not every day you get hit with a shoulder pad which, by the way, was too hard to be any sort of pad.” You said lightly with a smile. You hear greetings of “Hi, President,” where you greet back. You feel certain eyes staring back, but you don’t meet them, at least not yet.

“What are you doing here? You hate coming here.” Jimin questioned.

“I have some important business to deal with your captain.” You announced. You mentally prepared yourself, then you finally met with Taehyung’s wide eyes. Your breathing shook a little as you held your gaze. His expression was rather different, almost like…longing? You didn’t know, but it wasn’t a face you were familiar with. He somehow knew you were questioning it because it went back to the cheeky annoying one you knew by heart with the stupid smirk and everything.

“Ahh, so the princess finally wants to see me.” He exhaled satisfyingly.

Okay, wow. That nickname made you want to murder him before; now it’s just–you kept wanting to hear it from him…only him.

You spoke no harsh comments, no stuttering mess, not even an eye roll. You were serene, which shocked all of the members. Even Taehyung was surprised, but his teasing smile covered that. You simply nodded before gesturing to him to follow you away from the team while on their break.

You could feel him closing the gap behind you. It made you feel some type of way that you wanted to push down deep inside you and not come out. You had to focus and act as if nothing had happened. You had to be strong and do this fast. You stopped your trail and turned around. He stared at you patiently, but that same smile stayed on his fucking face. Jesus, you wanted to shove that face, shove it down your–

“Look, I’m only here to discuss what we need to discuss next Monday for the meeting. Are you free after your practice thingy so we can collaborate on what to do?” You said this so robotically, but you couldn’t care less. This was better than showing any other emotion you had for him.

His gaze went elsewhere, pretending to think of his answer. He wanted to test your tolerance a little. But instead of hastily lashing out, you patiently waited for his answer. There was definitely something wrong with you. He could tell but decided it wasn’t a good time to mention it. He remembered that he needed to be civil after Jimin threatened to expose his ass if he didn’t cooperate.

Without words, he nodded and smiled. It wasn’t a smile you were used to. It was closed-lip but very sweet and genuine. It freaked you out, but you liked it, causing you to do it back. A smile you did with your friends or Jimin. It made Taehyung drop his smile as you unintentionally took his breath away.

Hoping you didn’t catch him slipping, he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah, we can meet.”

“Sounds good. I’ll wait in the council room.” You scurried out of the field before your other thoughts consumed you, refusing to be there any longer than you should. This was only the beginning, and you despised every second of it, is what you told yourself as both a defense and coping mechanism.

Little did you know as you left the football field, you had two pairs of eyes on you. One that was endearing and captivated and another that was furious and cruel.

-

Though you both planned on meeting in the council room, Yoongi was a little bitch who called last-minute dibs and held his committee meeting there. You tried finding another classroom, but for some reason, all of them were occupied, ranging from extracurriculars’ general meetings to students studying, which was odd because it was literally it’s a Friday in the middle of the semester.

Immediately giving up, Taehyung suggested holding the meeting at his apartment. Your flabbergasted expression said it all, “What the fuck? Why?” You crossed your arms across your chest and raised an eyebrow at him.

He merely shrugged with a blank expression. There was no teasing tone, nor had his signature grin plastered on his sculpted face. It was just a suggestion, but your overthinking mind went to a million schemes. You couldn’t tell if there was a specific reason behind it. He was a fuck boy, for Christ’s sake! He probably used it on tons of people, especially with what happened to you last week…Then again, you decided to forget it, and not once did he mention it when being around him for approximately thirty minutes total. But judging by his face, he must have decided to forget it too.

“Damn, okay. How ’bout your place then?” Taehyung proposed since you’ve been in your thoughts and too quiet for his liking.

“No.” You immediately said. Your apartment space was sacred to you, a safe haven. He knew where you lived since he rode with Jimin once in a while, but he never stepped inside, and you wanted it that way. You didn’t want anything there corrupted or tainted by his presence. He’s already contaminated your mi–

“Let’s go to your place.”

-

Taehyung turned his knob and pushed his door open to reveal his apartment. He lets you go inside before closing and locking the entrance behind him. 

“You can take off your shoes here and use these.” He instructed you before pointing to fuzzy cat slippers that appeared unused. You don’t say anything but switch your footwear. You followed him into his living room, settling down your things.

“I’m gonna get some snacks for us, and you can pull out whatever you had in mind for this banner.” He announced before leaving you alone to go to his kitchen.

You couldn’t help but inspect his living space. Though you didn’t want him to know your place, that didn’t mean you weren’t curious to see how this man lived. The theme felt very modern classic. The walls were beige, while the ceiling was grey. Three large photo frames hung on the wall where his emerald couch was pushed back. A lamp stayed on the side of the couch while two rusted-colored armchairs in front of the two sat across each other with a wooden coffee table settled in between. All of the furniture rested under a rather antique carpet. On the other side, a large flat screen hung on a large showcase that also held up figurines and books on the multitude of small shelves. It looked expensive, but then again, Taehyung seemed to have expensive taste.

You sat on the couch, taking in the space. You had an unsettling feeling inside of you. You weren’t uncomfortable. You were far from that. His apartment seemed homey in that it gave you a sense of comfort. He had cute little bear figurines on display and what seemed like smaller framed pictures of his friends around the room. What was not to love about it?

Perhaps it was because you were finally alone with him after a week. You couldn’t stop thinking about how you felt when you were with him, how you wanted more, how you wanted to see more of him, wondering about all the possibilities of what he could do. Oh my God, were you expecting something to happen between you two here? No, you couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You needed to forge–

“I didn’t know what you wanted, and I’m not the best cook, so I just made peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwiches.” He came back with two plates of the made snack and handed a place to you before sitting next to you. You thanked him before grabbing the sandwich. You noticed how the crusts are cut off, and the ratio of peanut butter to jam was probably 1 to 3, which is slightly a bummer because you like peanut butter more than strawberry jam.

Before you could even take a bite, you felt eyes watching your every move. You glanced to the side to meet his chocolate eyes. You couldn’t read him as he made a mundane expression, but it made you feel small and intimidated. You only furrowed your eyebrows, following the unspoken staring competition. It was like he was testing you if you were gonna break. But before anything else, he gave a quick wink and a smile before diving into his snack. 

You were baffled, but it was innate in you to roll your eyes and eat the sandwich as well. He only did that to get you into some way…a way like last week. He succeeded, but you refused to show it.

A fucking tease.

-

Surprisingly, Taehyung was civil and respectful enough to help you make progress with the banner. On top of that, he gave out immaculate and artistic ideas that you didn’t even think about that. A unique mind might you add. His face lit up when you smiled and complimented his suggestions without any sarcasm or anger in your words. When you gave ideas, he also enjoyed the vision you had so much that he took it upon himself to compromise both of your perspectives, thus agreeing on one approach. 

He opened a new side of him that was passionate and driven when he actually put work into it. He seemed to try his best to consider everyone’s opinions into a satisfying agreement. Sure, there were times during the meeting when he was being a bit selfish, but that was expected of him. After experiencing it first hand, you now know why Taehyung was the captain of the football and a respected person to everyone at the university.

There were also moments when you couldn’t help but admiringly lay your eyes on his face. When he wasn’t making it a life’s mission to annoy you, he was actually pretty…bearable. He somehow was even more handsome than he actually was, very breathtaking and his aura was sickeningly intoxicated on par with his musky cologne. When he sketched something out on the sketchpad, you never noticed how large his hands were, and long his fingers were. You wondered what they could do. You weren’t the smallest person in the whole school, fairly average, one might say, but he made you look and feel so tiny. Every now and then, you found yourself going deeper into a hole of thoughts…very dirty and explicit thoughts from a virgin like yourself.

By the time you both decided to end the meeting, it was already dark. You have just finished the rough sketch of the banner and are scheduled to start drawing and possibly painting it this upcoming Monday. You rubbed your eyes under your glasses before pushing up onto your bridge again. You carefully scratched your scalp through your braids, trying your best not to mess it up. You were tired but not necessarily sleepy. You’ve been exhausted from all of this that you couldn’t wait to get home.

Packing your stuff into your bag, you accidentally dropped some of your pens on the carpeted floor that rolled underneath the couch. You cursed to yourself before getting down on your knees and crouching down to gather your stationary. While doing so, you fail to notice how the hem of your skirt raised higher on your thighs or that your back was unknowingly arched and your ass was up for anyone to see, or the shift in Taehyung’s eyes as he peered at it as if you were his prey.

He’d be lying if he said he never thought about you after what happened. God, you looked so pretty submitting under his control. He wanted to take care of you so badly. But he also wanted to punish you so hard after leaving him the bluest of balls in the entire world history and for ignoring him for a whole entire week. When Jimin scolded him for being irritable to you, he promised to be on his best behavior when he saw you again if it was the only way to be near you. But it all left his front door all at once when he saw you bending over, and he envisioned all the things he could do to you. 

Legs looking so soft, skirt flowing with your ass wiggling unconscious to you as you grabbed those damn pens. Curse those safety shorts you had on because they blocked one of the best views he may have experienced; apart from your pretty pink panties, you accidentally flashed him. 

Once you took all of your fallen pens, you hummed happily as you brought them into your case. But a sudden baritone voice shook you to your core as it said, “You know, princess, I still haven’t forgotten about last week.”

You froze once you sat on your heels. You refused to turn around to face him, knowing that it’ll go downhill from there. He could sense you tensing up before relaxing and feigning being indifferent. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued to pack your belongings up, a little quicker than before, to get out as soon as possible. Once you zipped up your backpack, you aimed for your shoes and the door. But before you can do so, you were pulled by the leg and dragged along the carpet.

He pushed you onto your back, holding both of your hands down on each side of you. You stared up wide-eyed as he pulled apart your legs, settling himself in between. He hovered over you, taking in your slowly flushed face and that innocent little gaze you always give him and only him. You squirmed and fiddled around to getaway. But alas, your attempt was weak because you wanted something to happen in the back of your mind.

“Maybe I should remind you. Right, princess?” He inquired, but he didn’t let you answer as he pressed his growing hard onto your core. The touch electrified your clit, desperate for more. You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip to avoid making noise. You felt him only getting bigger and harder. “Here I was…my cock so fucking hard for you and grinding your little virgin pussy.” You tried pulling your hips away, but he didn’t budge and kept rutting into your clothed pussy. You bit your lips harder, not wanting to give the moans he so desperately tried to get you to do. “Come on, don’t hold in your moans. That cunt is probably soaked right now. I barely even touched you.”

“N-no!” You countered feebly, but the clouded pleasure began overpowering your mind. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the movement stopped. You opened your fuddled eyes and finally met his contact. His eyes were filled with lust and desire. His breaths were shaky and long. He looked at you as prey, wanting to capture you.

“D-do you want me to stop? Please tell me now, or else I won’t hold back.” Though you knew how badly he wanted you, it made your heart flutter knowing he wanted you to consent…apart from last time, but you both knew what was wanted and it wasn’t necessarily gonna go all the way. This time…it was officially going to happen. “Princess, tell me. Do you want me?”

You softly muttered a yes, but it wasn’t enough for him. “I need you to be loud and clear for me, ___.”

“Y-ye-yes. Yes!” You let out with your face heating up.

“Yes, what?” It still wasn’t enough.

“Yes, Taehyung?” But again, it only made him click his tongue and shake his head.

“Baby, do I have to remind you what you’re supposed to call me?” He lets go of your arms. His hands traveled down the meat of your thighs and gently roamed fingers over your spandex before making a stern slap to your skin. You cried out a moan, feeling the warmth in your stomach. He massaged the pained area again before doing the action once more. “What’s my name?”

You didn’t think he was serious before, thinking it was just to tease you and make you flustered. But now, even with a dopey mind, you saw the kink he loved the most when it came to dominating. “Daddy.”

A smirk crept upon his mouth before holding onto and pecking your calf, “Good girl. But first…” His fingers pushed your skirt up and hooked onto the waistband of your safety shorts. In one motion, he pulled both the shorts and your panties down your legs and threw them to the side. “I need to prep you.”

“Ahhh!” Your cheeks were pink with embarrassment. This is the first time you had someone look down there, so your initial reaction was to cover your wet folds with your hands. Your head was turned and dropped onto your shoulder.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay. It’s okay. I got you.” He cooed, relieving you from the shame. He gently pushed your hands away, revealing yourself to him. He gazed astonishingly at your cunt as he licked his lips. “Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, ___. Look at me, baby, come on.” The tone of his voice wasn’t demeaning like usual but rather soft and careful that it helped you have enough courage to finally look at him. “There you go.” He smiled ever so gently, to which you gave a light nod and a small smile. “I wanna see your face when I completely destroy you.”

His expression turned dark and menacing when all of a sudden, he pushed a finger into your entrance. As you arched your back, you gasped at the breaching and weakly grabbed the uniform covering his biceps. “God, so fucking wet. I went in with ease.“ He pulled out his finger and licked it while staring at you. His tongue circled his phalange and sucked on what was very little of your wetness, but he tasted all of it like it was his last meal. Dear God, it was a dirty image. “Ahh, you taste so fucking good. Even better than I imagined?“ Wait, he imagined?? He closed his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You want more?”

Though you could tell he was taunting you, you’d be lying that it didn’t turn you on. You were clenching around nothing, lusting for him to put anything literally from him into you. You shyly nodded but again, it wasn’t enough for him. “Baby, you need to use your words, or else I’m gonna have to punish you. Do you want that?”

You were gonna shake your head but stopped once you realized. “Y-yes, I want more.”

“Yes, I want more what?”

If you weren’t so horny, you’d yell at him, but you had to do what he said. “Yes, I want more, daddy.”

He sighed, somewhat surrendering because at least you’re listening. “Since this is your first time, I’ll be easier on you. But when this happens again, you need to be clearer with your words. Tell me what you exactly want. Understand?”

You didn’t give a fuck about what he said. “Yes, I understand, daddy.”

“You’re behaving so well anyway.” He smiled cockily as he leaned down to you. Your noses touching, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. You felt his long fingers brushing your sodden pussy, making you squeak and your hips jerk. “So sensitive.”

You were about to call him out on his annoying comments, but he sunk his finger deep into you. His finger was so long it felt like he filled you up to the brim. He reached places that you couldn’t even do. Your mouth opened, letting out a mewl. You reached for his head and intertwined his locks with your fingers.

He tested a pump or two before doing it continuously. With your contorted face, he assumed you were enjoying every bit of it, so he decided that he thrust two more fingers in when he pulled back. That action caused your head to loll back, stretching your neck. It gave him the chance to tuck his head into the trapezius and attach his lips to your skin, sucking purple spots.

You were feeling too much, more than you realized, but you didn’t want it to stop. Your body felt so good that you unapologetically moaned. Taehyung fucking loved your sounds, knowing that he was the cause of them, but again, he wanted to get out more. So he curled his fingers, trying to find the squishy rougher patch. He knew he found it when you got louder and pitchier. “Fuck, music to my ears.” He pulled back to watch you. He did it again, and it made you so dizzy.

“Baby, you like that? Is daddy making you feel good?”

“Y-yes, daddy! It feels so—Ah fuck!”

He pushed another finger into you. The stretch hurt, but there was still pleasure. “Saying dirty words, kitten.” He smirked. He needed to do this so you could take him. You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter. Taehyung could feel you squeezing, which made him moan as well. He rubbed his trapped cock onto your thigh to ease off some pressure. He was holding back but needed to focus on you. “Princess, I can feel you tightening up. Are you gonna come? Did you ever cum after the last time?”

“N-no, I haven’t!” You whined, pulling on his hair. Untouched, inexperienced, and still haven’t came before? God, Taehyung was gonna cum right then and there. He could feel the tip of his dick seeping out pre-cum and leaking his boxers with every sound, ever tell you had in you.

“Wow, I’m giving you a lot of freebies today.” He chuckled darkly as he watched you trembling. His thumb then found your swollen clit, enhancing the hardening pressure. You wept, feeling something coming about to come. “Princess, go ahead and come. Let me be your first.”

Once he said that you were hit with cloud nine. Your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open. As your walls convulsed around his fingers, the knot came undone, coating him with your frothy cum. His thrusting slowed down, helping you with your high. But his eyes grew when he felt something wet.

He looked down to not only see your body still twitching, but you were gushing sprinklers of cum. He groaned at the delicious sight before helping you empty yourself out. “Oh, fuc—You’re such a good girl squirting for me. Fucking good girl.“ You drenched his carpet, which he wasn’t fazed on as he was completely hypnotized by the fucked up look on your face. But you gave no fucks once you were finally finished.

You looked so fucked out, having experienced this for the first time. You didn’t know you could do that…squirt, that is. You didn’t know if you should be ashamed or glad or whatever the fuck because you didn’t know what it meant. You were delusional, not caring about what you were supposed to do. Judging by the expression on his face once he pulled his fingers out to suck on them, you thought it was an okay sign. 

Though you came, your body still wanted. You wanted more from him, so you pulled onto his arm. Once he was in reach, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to kiss—

“N-no, no. I must tell you, princess, that I don’t do kisses.” He stopped, pulling back before your lips could touch. “No kisses.”

Suddenly, that sobered you up quickly. You could merely blink at him with shock. Your cheeks reddened with humiliation, completely forgetting his well-known rule. No kisses, of course, and that also applied to you. You reminded yourself that you weren’t any special. Though you wanted to go further with him, you already knew you’d become another girl on his list. You accepted it, but there was an underlying emotion.

You looked down and away from him, but you could feel his eyes on you. Taehyung saw a speck of sadness in your eyes when he had to tell you that. Usually, he didn’t care for his hook-ups’ reactions to it. Whether it was sad, upset, or indifferent, he was still getting his dick wet. But this felt different. He didn’t like he made you sad from this. He couldn’t do anything about it. It was his rule, no matter what, until further notice. 

He wanted to make you feel better…give an alternative. He grabbed your chin so you could face him. He licked his lips and carefully said, “No kisses, but I can do this again.” He leaned forward like a kiss, but his head moved down to your neck, giving you more hickeys. You could only wince at the slight pain, but the pleasure overcame all. He coated your neck with blotches. His hands moved down to pull your blouse apart, causing some of the buttons to fly out.

You gasped, “My uniform!”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He muttered on your painted skin. He pushed up to reveal your matching light blue bra covering your chest. He pulled the fabric down to see your perked-up nipples ready to be touched by him. He gaped at the curves of your breasts, how plush they looked. He swiftly reached under your back to unclasp your bra. There he took that and your blouse off of you, leaving you in your skirt.

You couldn’t even process how exposed you were because he dived into your chest to suck on your nipple and rolled his fingers with the other. You were sensitive everywhere. You could feel every nerve in you getting aroused and electrocuted by this man. “Taehyung.” You moaned out, but he responded by biting your nub hard.

You cried out. He released you from his mouth, and he growled, “What did I say?! You were doing so good! Are you just gonna be a bad girl from now on?” You didn’t think his voice had the ability to get deeper, but it did.

The stern look on his face made you fear him, but the throbbing of your pussy showed that you loved every part of it. You could only whine and shake your head, but the glare on him again sharpened. He was about to scold you, but you beat him to it. “I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll be good, daddy. I won’t be bad any longer, daddy.” You said softly but in a rush. You pushed your lower lip out and pouted as you batted your eyes. Your action was unconscious, but it triggered him.

There was no holding back.

“Fuck.” He encircled his arms around your waist, grabbing you off the dampened carpet. He lifted you both up until he stood on his feet. You wrapped your legs around him so you wouldn’t fall. He kept one hand on your waist but the other on your ass. He looked at you in the eyes as his legs did their own thing to walk you down his hallway. 

You stared back, taking in his features. His face was flushed, his lips were red, sweat glistening his skin. You both reached the end to reveal his bedroom. As he settled you down on his bed, you didn’t bother scanning his room like you did his living room. Your focus was only on him. He stripped himself out of his buttoned shirt to reveal his gorgeous tanned skin without breaking eye contact. He didn’t have abs like Jimin or defined muscles like Hoseok, but he was definitely toned, and you enjoyed every bit of it. You heard the drop of his pants as he let out a sigh. His dick finally being free after being restrained for so long. You could see the large indent on him, which made you curious, but once he freed himself out of his boxers and it slapped his lower stomach, you gulped.

You’ve never seen a lot of dicks (Yoongi, Jungkook, don’t ask), but you can say for yourself that Taehyung was…well endowed. He was huge and so thick. Was that even possible? A curve to his dick to the left and a prominent vein across the shaft. It was rather an attractive sight. Everything about him is so handsome, you said internally.

But weakly, you spoke, “I-is that even gonna fit me?” You had worry washed all over you. You were a bit frightened. You heard the rumors, and obviously, they were true, but this seemed…physically impossible, especially with a virgin like yourself. You were even too scared to finger yourself.

You could hear that fucker snicker at you, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll go slow.” He made lazy strokes on his cock before he climbed onto the bed and slotted himself between your legs. You could only whimper as you saw it coming closer to you. Okay, now your expression made him concerned. “___, are you okay with this? If not, I can jack myself off, and it—”

“No, no!” You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down. The tip of his dick touched your clit on accident, making your body shutter. “I-it’s okay.” But you saying that didn’t make him all that convinced, so you decided to say. “I promise…daddy.” You smiled so sweetly that it made Taehyung twitch. He wanted to ruin that cute face of yours.

He nodded and breathed out, “I promise I’ll go slow, but I won’t promise it’s gonna stay like that.” He saw you hesitate as your eyes widened but sighed and said okay. “Look at me when you take me in. I’m not asking. That’s an order.”

“Yes, daddy.” You were so compliant. It hurt his heart.

He held his cock and grazed the head onto your folds. Your essences mixed together as he gathered as much to lubricate himself. He positioned himself at the entrance, and before pushing, he stared at you with so much lust and pleasure. His eyes searched a tiny command for you to say yes. You nodded once more, then you felt the pressure through your hole as his head breached.

You cried, feeling your body tensing up, but he shushed you to relax when he pushed himself going in further. He was so thick it hurt so right. You felt so full, but you knew he wasn’t even all the way in. Your eyes twitched as the pain sunk into you. Once he bottomed out, he watched you adjust to his length. He knew it’d hurt, but he promised you that the pleasure does get better.

“Fuuuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He hissed as he could feel you squeezing him. “Baby, relax. If you do that, I’m not gonna last.” He murmured into your skin before giving some kitten licks.

“To-too big,” You were heaving, feeling the dull pain around your lower stomach.

He gave you some time before he moved slowly. Your face looked hurt while you pushed out squeaks out of your mouth. He wanted you to get used to the feeling. The pain was blunt but bearable, but as he kept going on, the pain was replaced by a never-before sensation.

You were groaning in carnality as you scratched his naked shoulders. You wailed, scrunching your nose when he hit your sensitive spot in your cunt. His ears twitched, making a note to do that again. He smirked evilly before his pace got harder and quicker. His dick pounced on your cervix repeatedly, causing you to cry in pleasure. “Daddy!” You squealed as your brain melted into mush. “Humph, yes! S-so huge!”

“That’s right, princess. You feel daddy? You feel me all the way up your fucking virgin cunt?” He growled, thrusting harder, making your tongue spill out of your mouth. 

Taehyung had such a dirty mouth, but you liked hearing those words from him. You couldn’t believe you were stripped from this for so long. How silly of you for not having the sexual urge to try some things on you? But perhaps, it wasn’t just the sex itself. Maybe it was the certain someone who was doing these things to you. 

You didn’t know how to do anything, but knowing Taehyung’s experience, you automatically believed his level of skill if he could put you, someone with a libido that’s not as high as his, into a trance of sex. You enjoyed every minute of it with your tits bouncing, hearing the sounds of slouchy skin slapping, and your moans getting progressively louder as you felt another orgasm coming up.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was enjoying his pretty view of your fucked out expression. He never saw you like this. You were always so uptight, flustered, and a little annoying, especially when scolding him. Now you were a wreck, completed ruined by the big dick he took pride in knowing how to use it. You were drooling, eyes were rolling back and forth, and making marks on him he will love seeing until it fades away.

He wanted to destroy you and your innocence.

“More! More! More, daddy!”

You chanted his name like a prayer. You were tightening around him, ready to let go, but Taehyung seemed to beg to differ. “Baby, you wanna cum?” He asked, and you could only whimper. “Nuh-uh-uh. You have to ask daddy for permission.” He wasn’t stopping his pace, but he reached down to pinch your nipple, making you squeal from the pleasurable pain. “Fucking beg.”

“Please, let me cum.” You managed to garble in heat. “Please, pwease, please, daddy.”

He then reached down to rub your swollen clit that made you cry out before he bent down and whispered onto your cheek, “Cum, my little slut.”

He sent you into a frenzy. Your mind was gone. All thoughts were gone. You saw white spots in your vision as your eyelids twitched and your back arched. Your fingernails dug into his skin, basically breaking through a barrier that blood was almost found. You didn’t think you had another one in you, but lo and behold, you squirted again, leaking your cum onto his sheets.

Even when you were coming down on your high, Taehyung didn’t stop his pace as he chased his own. His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you heard him whine for the first time. You winced at the overstimulation, but it wasn’t too bad.

“Baby, where should I cum?” He asked.

“Inside, it’s okay.” You weren’t thinking, head still in the clouds, but it was okay. You were on birth control for period regulation. It also meant using the other benefits you weren’t planning on using the pills for.

Hearing those words from you only made Taehyung reach his climax faster. He leaned down, putting his face in the crevice of your neck. After a few pumps, you heard him groan deeply as he dug his dick deep into your pussy and spurted ropes after ropes of cum. You felt another new sensation, feeling his cum coat your battered walls. It felt really good. He made small thrusts to empty himself into you. After a while, he became flaccid but still not leaving you.

He placed his weight onto you before rolling to your side, which also made his dick come out of you. You whined at the harsh sensitivity, but he kissed your shoulder to ease you. You eyed him as you saw he, too, looked like a fucking wreck. His hair was wet from the sweat and all over the place, his eyes trying their best to keep open, lips so red like cherry, and his chest heaving heavily.

He gazed up at you before giving one last peck on your glistening skin. “I know you told me inside, and it was in the heat of the moment, but was it okay?” Even post-coital, he was still concerned for your sake. Another flutter for your heart.

You hummed, “On the pill for my period.” You felt the heaviness of your eyes as tiredness and sleep slowly defeated you. You were sticky and lying on wet sheets, but you were too exhausted to even move. You heard Taehyung mutter something about helping you get cleaned up, but you were knocked out from there.

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[bakawitch]

I was thinking of drawing some art of the student council in Kakeoh, but I'm not sure what some (like personified obelisk the tormentor) look like, do you have any references for them?

Aww! That would be awesome! I'm glad the au piqued your interest enough for that XD

So these are extremely sketchy, but here are the current season 1 designs for the student council members

Close ups and lore tidbits below cut

• Otogi Ryuji - Treasurer of Student Council (Manyuda Kaede/Otogi Ryuji)

Pretty similar to canon Kaede but with a little Duke-ish charm

Also wants to become the student council president

Recommended Risa for the student council

• Kaminaga Dei - Student Council Member/President of Beautification Council (Ikishima Midari/Yami Malik)

Psycho gun guy who gets really excited about gambling

Huge one-sided crush on Yamiko

Joey's face makes him want to throw up for some reason

Has no loyalty towards Kaibami whatsoever

• Nosaka Miho - Head of Public Relations (Yumemite Yumemi/Nosaka Miho)

Her signature symbol is a pink strawberry

Will eventually get a boyfriend

Still hates her fans (Yugi is one of them)

•Ob Bhakta - Secretary of Student Council/Kaibami Seto's Personal Assistant (Igarashi Sayaka/Obelisk the Tormentor)

Hopelessly devoted/in love with Kaibami, gets jealous easily, but keeps it to himself

Comes from a working class family, has really low self-worth

Doesn't gamble a lot but is a borderline genious

Less emotional outwardly than Sayaka

•Kaibami Seto - President of Student Council (Momobami Kirari/Kaiba Seto)

Dramatic, calculated bitch, not above murder

He introduced the housepet system

Besides his twin he has a younger brother

Will eventually cut his hair

Mommy and daddy issues, my guy's a mess

Weirdly obsessed with Yamiko and his fun sized boyfriend thing

•Kaibami Eto - Vice President of Student Council (Momobami Ririka/Kisara)

Younger twin, literally named after her brother

Her name sort of sounds like echo because she's basically just an echo of her twin

Sometimes wears the male uniform so people aren't too quick to catch on when her and Seto switch places

Has very little confidence without her mask

Sometimes finds it easier to be Seto rather than herself

• Dartz Atlan - Student Council Member/Head of Antiques Club (Nishinotoun Yuriko/Dartz)

Has basically the same hairstyle as canon, but a bit shorter and more blond toned

Has heterochromia

All his club members are very loyal to him, loyal enough to fix odds

His club runs a den

Insanely petty

• Fiona Sheldon - Student Council Member/Leader of the Election Committee (Yomozuki Runa/Fiona the Doll)

Daughter of a British count

Has an extensive doll collection

Enjoys sweets and sewing (mostly dresses and accessories for her dolls)

Legit no one knows wtf is going on inside her head

The Election Committee wears pink sweaters and differently styled bonnet hats

• Kageyama Risa - Student Council Junior Member (Sumeragi Itsuki/Kageyama Risa)

Still collects nails

Extremely privileged and spoiled but easily manipulated

Has a crush on Otogi

Doesn't have any sisters

Still kind of into witchcraft

#damn tumblr for only allowing 10 pics per post #yugioh #yugioh au #kakeoh #otogi ryuji #duke devlin #yami malik #yami marik #miho nosaka #ygo ribbon #obelisk the tormentor #seto kaiba #kisara #ygo kisara #dartz #ygo dartz #ygo fiona #kageyama risa #baka arts #doodlings #ask #kakeoh character q&a #kakeoh plot q&a #kakeoh art

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My Amateur Attempt at a Mike Wheeler Analysis (S1, E1):

WARNING: This is a very Mike-defensive analysis! I will be (over)analyzing every Mike scene, episode by episode, but if you’re looking for completely unbiased analyses, this is not where you’ll find them! He is one of my favorite TV characters of all time and I’m sick of all the hate, so I wanted to just put my view of him up somewhere. Also, I ship both Mileven and Byler, but I prefer Byler quite a bit more, so this will mainly be Byler-focused, and I will touch on some of Mike’s queer-coding as well.

Season 1, Episode 1:

Mike is playing DnD with Will, Dustin, and Lucas, acting as the DM. This is an early testament to his intelligence and imagination, as well as his role of leader in the party. When Mike is told to stop playing, he argues with his mom, showing his stubbornness and dedication to the game (and the campaign he took 2 weeks to plan). Then, he sees off his friends, making sure they all leave safely. I love this detail, as it shows how much he cares for his friends at such a young age (I mean, how many 11/12 year olds do you know who would do that?). Thanks to the conversation the boys have about Nancy as they are leaving, we also learn that he and Nancy used to have an okay sibling-relationship, but that hasn’t been the case since at least 4 years ago. As Will is leaving, he tells Mike the truth about the dice-roll, “It was a seven,” and I know this is a little detail, but I like that we can see that Will does not want to lie to Mike, maybe a hint towards how different their relationship/friendship is.

When we next see Mike, it is at breakfast the next morning, and he is putting syrup on his eggs, which grosses out Nancy, and he does the typical younger-sibling move of putting syrup on her eggs too just to annoy her. This same morning, when the boys (minus Will, obv) show up at school and Will is not there, Mike makes a worried comment about it, but the other two boys don’t seem as worried. Then they get intercepted by their bullies, being called “Frog-face”, “Midnight”, and “Toothless”, and after Dustin is targeted by the bullies, Mike tries to comfort him by saying his disability is like he has superpowers. This shows his love for Dustin through his want to defend him, even if it’s not defending him to the bullies’ faces, rather defending him from his own insecurities. This showcasing of Mike’s love comes back into play multiple times throughout the season. I’d also like to point out that Mike decided at a young age to surround himself with “freaks” (Lucas because of his race, Dustin because of his disability, and Will because of his queer traits) despite being relatively normal himself. Now, this might just be because he was originally supposed to have a birthmark on his face and that was supposed to be his “freak-ish” trait, or that he just didn’t realize he was doing this because he obviously doesn’t see these things as bad, but I thought it was still interesting to point out.

When Mr. Clarke shows the boys the radio after class, we learn that Mike is the president of the AV club, then they are taken to talk with Hopper about Will’s case. Mike takes the lead in answering Hop’s questions, now this may just be because Hop calls on him specifically, but I’d like to think it’s also a way to show Mike as the leader of the group. He is the one to bring up helping look for Will, and we can see how serious he is about this because when he is denied this, and Dustin and Lucas start bickering, Mike looks completely annoyed. 

He doesn’t give up on this want to help look for Will either, as we see him arguing with Karen about the same thing during dinner, and he still looks extremely annoyed and worried when denied again. When Nancy blames “Will getting lost” for not being able to leave the house, Mike immediately gets very defensive of Will, and outs Nancy’s new relationship with Steve. He looks very proud of himself after this until Ted speaks up with “You see what happens?”, which causes Mike to get defensive all over again, this time exclaiming that he’s the only one who cares about Will, then storming off from the dinner table. Now, I want to touch on Ted’s comment here, because really what other than Will’s “queerness” could he be commenting on here? And this shows us, 1) what type of views Mike’s grown up around, and 2) that Ted must believe there is a chance that Mike shares the same “queerness” as Will. After storming off, Mike goes to the basement, then seemingly after some time staring at the DnD board, he contacts Lucas about going to find Will despite being told not to so many times. By doing this, he directly puts himself and the others in danger, and we know he’s aware of this due to how he convinced Lucas to join him.

We see Mike leave the house, and after joining with the boys, even when it starts to rain, Mike is the most determined to keep going into the woods to search. He’s also very obviously being the leader of the group at this time, making sure to tell the other two to keep close and stay on the same radio channel just in case. When they are walking deeper into the woods, we see Mike in the middle and at the front, then he’s also the first to hear the rustling of the leaves, so he gets the boys to shut up. Then they find Eleven!

There's my episode 1 deep dive! If anyone finds anything explicitly wrong, or wants to add anything, please let me know! Also, if you're interested in me doing more, please tell me, because this is completely self-indulgent, but if others enjoy it I will try even harder! Also, I am completely new to Tumblr, so pls be nice

#mike wheeler analysis #mike wheeler #stranger things #st analysis #byler #Jay's saying stuff :) #Jay's talking ST <3

[edutainer2022]

More asks if you wish!!

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

This one rather amuses me, for Scott of course: 31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

42. 3 comfort items

@astranite Thank you so much! I actually did 2 (a canon/headcanon hill I'll die on) and several others, I think (which all fall under headcanon)for Scott a while back, and I'm THRILLED to revist it.

CW: we're talking about Scott, so there are LOTS of heavy themes and topics mentioned, angst and death. My mind often goes dark places with him. Tread with caution.

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

I'll do several, because I can.

Scott has a suicidal ideation/death wish. As in, he genuinely thinks he needs to die in sacrifice- the way Dad did. He doesn't actively seek it, but has sort of internalized that as an inevitable fate, because that's the least he can do against the magnitude of Dad's sacrifice.

He blames himself for Dad's death (canon text).

Scott excelled in academia. A prom king, President of the class, sports team captain and a valedictorian both in high school and college.

Scott is 29-ish (under 30) by the end of Season 3. I WILL die on that hill. Symbolically, that means Dad's disappearance spearheaded him into "legal, albeit too young" adulthood, and Dad's recovery ("saving father from the abyss") heralded transition into "full manhood".

Scott will loose a son some time down the line - IR equipment gone wrong, a rescue,  combat etc. (narrative symmetry is a ruthless thing). Sorry. I mulled it over every which way. A lost significant other is a gestalt already closed by Dad Tracy. And in a timeline that is not an incandescent wish-fulfillment HEA, it would unfortunately fall to Scott to experience what his father happily dodged - a son so adamant to follow in his Hero's footsteps, and a father so encouraging and approving of that - he'll pay the ultimate price.

Scott is not close to Grandma (mainly because Scott was close to Mom, aka the woman who took over as #1 in Jeff's life, later Scott is a living, breathing reminder that Jeff is gone, and is a mirror and foil to Jeff's shortcomings).

Scott can play the piano (Mom totally taught him first, having big hopes for those long, long fingers), but he never applied himself to practice the skill, like Virgil did. They can play duet on a very rare, precious occasion, when the mood is right.

Scott is more than a decent dancer - cowboy line and square dancing, but also waltz and tango. It was a Mom thing, originally, the prep for a middle school Formal or something. He later practiced with John, who was too shy to take dance classes. While we are at it - my hard headcanon is that, for all that he's Dad's replica and seeks Dad's approval like air, Scott was close to Mom, her White Knight, and takes after her a lot in mannerisms and character (it's maybe more obvious to the adults in their lives, as the boys' memories of Mom are hazy with every passing year).

Some time far off down the line, Scott will run for World President and win. Maybe it's gonna be one of his tried and true "keeping busy with X is the only thing that keeps me from going crazy" tactics. There's literally no heavier duty than the weight of the whole world.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done.

Got engaged or eloped, even, back in Flight School, to a fellow cadet. His trusted second in an air group and a wingman. Of course they usually got suggestions to "get a room" after flight exercises. At some point they did. Both stupidly young, of course. Scott asked Dad for Mom's engagement ring and withstood Dad's stern questioning stare with a defiant stance that "when you know - you know". Dad had little to object to that, but had his reservations. For one, it was against regulations - Scott was CAG (captain of air group), ergo, within direct chain of command. For two - Jeff already had plans of the Tracy Island and IR well underway. Scott was completely game and ready to join Dad, he believed in IR and Dad's dreams since day 1, since TV-21. Of course, in his idealistic mind the Love of His Life was to join them - an exceptional pilot she'd be a great asset to IR team, they worked seamlessly together. It'd be great! Bereznik recon was to be among Scott's last assignments. Only the fiancée didn't exactly subscribe to idyllic dreams of "getting kittens off trees under Daddy's watchful eye" - she thought they were to share a life of service, career soldiers and fighters, test pilots, command material. She thought Scott was betraying that shared dream in favor of indulging Dad yanking his leash. Mom's ring was returned. The breakup was so earthshattering that it may or may not have made Scott loose focus for a second, while flying over hostile territory. It only took a second... The brothers never knew of that whole relationship and situation, only Dad. And maybe Kyrano. I have a whole fic idea about the ring being first taken off Scott, together with dogtags, in interrogation, then retrieved.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves.

These are things and thoughts Scott hates himself for territory - so, certainly, they would come across as jarring (and vastly untrue) to anyone, who actually knows Scott. I'll do several, because why limit ourselves in ways Scotty's mind would torment him.

Scott has taken a life or lives. Not just by proxy, as in people they couldn't save (Dad being first in line in his mind). And not just in combat/self defense. I think Scott has eased someone's suffering at some point and provided assisted suicide (a fellow POW in Bereznik, a rescuee). It's a whole different pit of hell that haunts him. I'd say Scott also has a DNR and maybe, that one time after a dark day and one too many helpings of scotch he asked either Virgil or John to do the same for him - to mercy kill. Virgil is horrified (Scott's DNR gets ignored on multiple occasions not for nothing), but John promises he'd do it. They all pretend that conversation never happened later.

On very, very bad days that happen more often after SOS, Scott kinda wishes they never found Dad's signal. Dad's signal means not only did he fail to save him, but he failed to search hard enough afterwards and settled into just living on. Scott is also not fooling himself- Dad's signal may mean there's no Dad alive anymore on the other side after eight years in outer space - which means loosing Dad all over again and watching the brothers and Grandma loose Dad all over again. Unthinkable. Unbearable. His fault.

Dad's return is not all unicorns and soothing rainbows. Well, it is - for everyone else. His brothers got Dad back, Grandma got her son back, Lee, Casey, Lord Hugh, Brains and Kyrano got their friend back, Tracy Industries got their CEO back, IR got the Commander back, the world got Jeff Tracy back. Which is all to exemplify how much Scott has been a placeholder in everyone's eyes. The brothers and Kayo can talk Dad's ear off a mile a minute about their pursuits and accomplishments, but Scott hasn't got much to show for it. He's only ever been doing... this "being Jeff Tracy" thing for the past eight years, trying to keep his head above water. He missed Dad to the point of wanting to die - but Dad is not back, advising him how to run the show and being there for him, he's back to pick up where he left off.  Alan and Kayo are even trained enough to fly One now. Why would anyone need Scott anymore? (This DOES NOT lead to any good places or conclusions. Scott's undercurrent fear is to see disappointment and disapproval in Dad's eyes, once the euphoria settles down  and he starts to delve into reports how Scott handled things).

Berezniki guards drilled into him that by the time they're done - noone would want what's left of Scott, broken and damaged beyond repair, and Scott is unsure he still doesn't believe them.

Scott doesn't actively want kids of his own. He loves his brothers beyond anything and Alan is his son in all ways that count. But he can't in good conscience pursue to bring a life into the world and then let it suffer the loss, like he did - Scott doesn't  exactly envision a happily ever after timeframe for himself, where he gets to grow old and be there for the kid(s). Nor does he envision a timeframe where he's loved and seen by someone to want to eventually stick around and raise a family. (Let's not forget these are dark, secret assumptions, and Scott is, obviously, way off the mark in them).

#methinks i have astronomy #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #scott tracy needs a hug #thunderbirds headcanon #thunderask

[mejomonster]

Some of my favorite (recent-ish) Thai bl were:

Bad Buddy: if I'm going to recommend any coming of age romcom college set bl it's this one. The way it uses so many staple tropes in a fresh way, Ohm and Nanon are great actors and really bring a whole other level of energy, the actual conflict in the story is very realistic and heavy and a real topic I think a lot of young adults deal with regarding their families and expectations. So it's mostly romantic comedy, but the heavy moments resonate so that it doesn't really feel unrealistic. It's very high brightness overly kind of fantastical rather than real in presentation and tropes used (quite common in fluff bl like 2gether and My School President and Theory of Love etc), but the chemistry of the leads feels executed very realistically and again the actual delivery of tropes and conflicts feels very grounded in a way. Highly recommended to most peoples tastes tbh (and special mention to My School President, while it was a little Too fluffy for my tastes, it also did a balance of romcom and a grounded heart to the conflicts which I think is part of why it had such big appeal, along with really solid leads that are going to be bringing a lot to any project they work on in the future)

Never Let Me Go: THE action bl as of recently. Gave me everything I could ask, from the leads in The Gifted Graduation bringing their acting game with roles that let them truly show off what they can do, to a high body count of murders and action scenes, mafia sons falling in love with people oh so different from them, a batman esque lead, rich boy falls for poor bodyguard whipping boy trope but also Not quite because the show Really wants to comment on class issues and inequality and makes sure the audience gets the point (a core issue in the relationship is how to be equals given who they are), and a reference to the quote about soulmates that Xena Warrior Princess also uses. It also has Chimon. It's also aesthetically pleasing af. Idk what to tell you, I love when Jojo directs something and this Gave me WAY more than I thought I could get. I'm happy to say that in the post Not Me world we are seeing more action romance bls, not just romcom/fluff ones (though there's always plenty of those too). I personally am eagerly hoping this trend continues and we keep getting at least a few action romance bls a year like this one, Kinnporshe, Manner of Death, Not Me. I've started Laws of Attraction and that's looking similarly promising. (And while I highly recommend Not Me the series, one of my top shows PERIOD... I'm only listing newer shows than that right now).

The Eclipse: this show was exactly what I'd hope it would deliver, and more frankly (because I was hoping for at minimum the Blacklist quality and at max dream hopes The Gifted quality). Well it delivered closer to The Gifted. Politically heavy, really well done in that regard from the overt to the subtle, amazing entire ensemble cast (even the side actors are strong actors that have been in other things), Khaotung and First are both particularly amazing (Khaotung impresses me no matter what role he's given frankly). Aesthetically it's exactly what you'd hope if your hopes like mine were The Gifted but only real evil people no mutants, and explicitly gayer. If you perhaps are willing to have a high school setting, but very much do Not want fluff dominant story and instead a tense mystery with at least half the characters already out and proud queer people (but still some of the cute romance tropes executed a bit less fluffily) then this may be your jam.

Moonlight Chicken: if you'd like multigenerational queer stories, centering on a family slice of life realism piece, this show is <3. The second main pairing is the same actors from My School President and I think they really shine here where the romance relies less on tropes and the dialogue is more realistic so the intensity of scenes really leans on actors. I love their characters in this and they stole the show for me. The first main pairing is messy and adult, with adult problems (like actual ones not just romantic drama: like raising a nephew, running a store, working for a company that's destroying your lovers neighborhood). But also not actually that messy, I'd say in terms of messy it's for the most part wholesome and soft. If you liked 1000 Stars (I did) then this shows realistic slice of life feel will be comfortable and homey, and the amount of skinship in this show is less conservative for even more of a cozy natural feeling.

And the one I'm most anticipating coming out: Only Friends. Khaotung and First lead it, so I'm basically certain the main story will be absolute gold (since I eat up every role they play their acting is just <3 like dude I watched the Shipper for First okay and 5555 Never too Late for Khaotung which was an Amazing show btw). Now.. Only Friends is directed by Jojo (yay for me) and in theory it IS going to be as messy as it looks (and it looks at least as messy as Friendzone). So if Moonlight Chicken is too fluffy and tame for you, then you might want this show on your radar. I think it is slated for August but I'm not sure as I try not to get too hype for things until theyre out so I avoid most news.

#the eclipse the series #never let me go #moonlight chicken #bad buddy #rant #rec list

[susie-dreemurr]

(Was out so liveblogs of where I stopped in HXH election arc up till beginning of ep 144 were written in notes app. It’s long .)

Lmaooo even Hisoka is like “bitch you think Killua loved you? Tf is wrong with you”

Oh my God Pariston is a fucking influencer

Let’s fucking go

LEORIO. AND KURAPIKA. ALALUIEA

Gon is LITERALLY IN THE SAME TOWN as Gin but he can’t go see him because he’s in a coma. Fuck everything and FUCK GIN

LEORIO THE GOAT I LITERALLY DAYDREAMED ABOUT A CHARACTER TELLING EXACTLY THIS TO GIN. LEORIO JUST LIKE ME FR FR

LEORIO THTE GOAT PUNCHED GIN IN THTE FACT AND TOLD HIM TO “DIE YOU ASSHOLE” THATS MY BOY

LETS GOOOO LEORIO PUNCHING GIN IN THE FACE NOT ONLY SAVED THE ELECTION BUT ALSO MADE HIM GET THIRD PLACE IN CANDITACY. GIN DYING IS WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT. GIVE IT TO THEM. I love democracy

Please Leorio win this election it would be so fucking funny. If not you then Morel because Bisky is too cool to be president as wel so

HELP “Gin Freecs o vagabundo dos Zodíacos. Foram votos de pena que o colocaram aqui?” Quem quer que for o comentarista (não posso ouvir a voz mas acho que é o feijão verde) te amo.

ILLUMI FUCKING DISOWNED HIM

Also I never mentioned it before but. Everyone but Killua deadass misgendering Alluka. Zoldyck family (aside of Killua and Alluka herself) will be killed in the gender war.

Btw Ginger Hisoka is strange to see can your hair go back to being pink-ish. Also can’t believe he’s the tamer one out of tbh he two Illumi really is unhinged

… did hisoka intentionally rile him up to show people Illumi is here. Because as soon as he found out there were rules Killua knew, maybe he’d be hoping then that Gon would be able to be saved after all. He wants to fight him so bad— HEP THE SHOW LITERALLY STATED THIS RIGHT AFTER. Unfortunately I know Hisoka well enough to tell.

“Alluka, if I were the only person in the whole world who loved you, would you be alright?” Fuck he’s asking that because he knows. He knows they don’t love her. At the very least, they don’t show it not even a little bit.

And yet all Alluka can hear is that there is someone in the world who loves her. All she can hear is she’s loved, after all.

Btw given that “you could have fought the president or those ants had you not been playing tag with Chrollo” so I’m assuming that the reason Kurapika isn’t going to Gon is because he’s back to hunting the Phantom Trouoe

NAOOOOOO GOTOH PUTA QUE PARIU. Tem algum jeito dele sobreviver com esse pescoço não :((( uma das duas únicas pessoas boa pro Killua nessa casa….

You know I was thinking to myself more jokingly that I was so starved for girls in shonen interacting that Canary and Amane are yuri to me, but… “You’re cute when you let lose a little” 🤨🏳️‍🌈? Canary do you have something to share with the class. (And then Amane blushes.)

HELP. Illumi and Hisoka “need more people” but neither of them have any friends aside of MAYBE each other so Illumi has to resort to brainwashing. Ok the cringe & fail duo

Ok is it bad that I’m rooting for the Anti-Netero faction. Like they make a good point (the exam allows to many crazy ass murderers in) … although their speech isn’t good, but like. Politics.

NO WAY GIN DIDNT EVEN SHOW UP JUSTIFY HIS LOSS. Cringe & fail.

Fucking. Hisoka trying to sabotage Illumi with a fake map but Illumi having a real one so Hisoka is just like “ah. Never mind.” Anyway fucking insane that we have to rely on Hisoka of all people

Btw I’m like 99% sure Amane is the “spy” Illumi is talking about so RIP my Yuri. Oh well, what fictional gay couple didn’t betray each other at least once, right?

Oh Tsubone was the spy. Nvm.

HES CRYING NOOO KILLUA :((( also fucking creepy too Illumi godamnit

KILLUA DISOWNING LETS GO

Hisoka don’t you dare do what I think you will. Get this murder card OUT of the hospital

Oh thank God it wasn’t gonna target Gon or Morel

Lets go call Gin’s ass out Pokémon character looking girl

#long post #live-blogging

[gamma-gal-24]

More Bradley and Tank Headcanons? College edition?

As you wish!!! Here are your...

BRADLEY UPPERCRUST III AND TANK HEADCANONS

✨✨COLLEGE EDITION!!✨✨

(I'm starting with Tank because he deserves to be first for a change. ^^)

Tank

Alrighty, starting with the sweet boi!

Everyone’s favorite 9-ish foot tall frat guy is studying to work in the wonderful field of mechanics! I believe he’d be the type to have grown up REALLY into cars, and so he decided to use this passion to help choose his career! 

He knows he can’t be a skateboarder forever, and actually has his future planned out surprisingly well! 

He drives a tiny red Volkswagen Beetle and I will die on that hill. He got it from his dad when he turned 16 and it’s his absolute pride and joy. He’ll kill anyone (Bradley included) if they so much as THINK about scratching his baby.

When he isn’t studying or skating around campus, there’s a pretty good chance he and Bradley are kicking back at the nearest party.

Now, he isn’t sure how, but SOMEHOW he became the designated drink holder around his second year. Let’s face it, nobody’s going to mess with your beer if it's in TANK’S hands. 

And he isn’t complaining, either! Holding and protecting other peoples’ drinks has scored him a date many a time.

And if any of his friends were to ever start a fight at any of these parties, you’d better believe he’s the one ending it for them. Without him, half of the Gammas would be dead at this point. He knows this and reminds them of this constantly.

So many other fraternities have tried to steal Tank from the Gammas. But Tank’s nothing if not loyal, and never pays their offers any mind. He’s a Gamma Mu Mu, through and through!

Speaking of, he has actually been in the Gammas LONGER than Bradley has, if only by a few months. Before he came along, TANK was set up to be the next president. He accepted his defeat gracefully, though, and was more than happy taking the role as Brad’s left hand.

Back to the fun stuff now; Tank’s only been to any of the college big dances ONCE. The poor baby LOVES to dance, but is NOT a fan of dressing up in tuxes and things like that. He’s most comfortable in his muscle-shirts and converses. 

He only goes to the “fancy,” dances if someone specifically ASKS him to go. Otherwise he stays at the Gamma house and works out all by himself.

He spends a LOT of time working out, actually. 

NEVER takes notes in class. It’s a problem he’s slowly working on, but still very much a problem. He puts way too much trust in memory alone.His professors get onto him for it all the time. But, he’s never failed a class, so he can’t be doing too horrible!

Bradley

He’s studying Business and Marketing! Have you ever noticed he sounds like a car salesman when he talks? That’s why.

Unlike Tank, Bradley DOES take notes in class. His notes are all very detailed and precise, leaving no room for him to forget anything of importance. 

He’s the teacher’s pet in MOST of his classes and it drives certain people NUTS. 

He’s a perfect little angel when the professors are looking. 

He is a MASTER at getting his homework and assignments done in a timely, neat fashion. Everything is organized and typed out perfectly. This ALSO angers his classmates.

He’s a huge fan of studying outside. It’s not uncommon to find him skateboarding towards the campus park with a bag full of textbooks, notepads, and highlighters. He spends HOURS at a time out there some days. People like Max know to steer clear of him when he’s studying because he can get downright MEAN if he’s disturbed. 

Major chihuahua vibes there. XD

Idk why, he just strikes me as the kind to like being outside as much as possible while he’s still young and free.

SPEAKING OF YOUNG AND FREE- This man single handedly throws the BEST frat parties. He’s got the best music, food, and drinks around every corner. 

Scary good at all of the games. He plays a MEAN game of darts and an even MEANER game of billiards.

I can’t see him being a huge drinker either, so while his opponents are ready to fall flat on their faces, he’s just the slightest bit tipsy and smiling like a champ as he DESTROYS them.

When he isn’t partying, skating, or studying, THAT’S when Max and his friends are in trouble. He isn’t the SOLE instigator, but 70-ish% of all fights between his crew and Max’s were started by him. This includes probably the biggest prank-war the campus had ever seen. (They ended up calling a truce after Bobby’s eyebrows got singed off and Bradley nearly broke his neck falling down the library steps.)

#Tysm for the request/ask!! I hope these are to your liking!!!💗✨🌸❤ #I also hope you are having a wonderful day!! #An Extremely Goofy Movie #an extremely goofy movie headcanons #bradley uppercrust iii #Tank #headcanons #MAILTIME!!!!

[scribere-diurnus]

30 Days Fictionkind Challenge

Day 7: What was your introduction to fictionkin?

I don't remember, actually. I think my intro to fictionkin was from researching otherkin, I read about fictionkin and I went "yeah, that makes sense, that's awesome! the brain is so cool!!"

I think when I really started to get introduced to the actual meat and bones of it, was when I began realizing that Sonic and Leon were synpaths. Which now, I still think they are because canon versions of myself aren't...me and they're kind of a different person, pft.

I then realized that through me coining Talehearted, I questioned...what if I am someone that actually is in this story? Maybe that's why I felt like I should be there, because I actually am? Am I an oc...? Certainly I'm not that blue rat... *continues to look into my childhood and my traits up until now* OH C'MO-

Day 8: Are you similar to your fictotype in personality? How so?

Well...I'd say...I'm more similar in ideologies than personality, but those ideologies do affect my personality, sooo...

With Sonic, since I was a child I have always been a I need to go-go-go, I would be super dismissive of others when it came to socializing but I would always come around to make sure they're cared for (I would also totally dismiss a meeting with the president to go take someone to a cool flower field...and I have done such similar things, like skipping a class just to go and feed a dog I couldn't feed earlier). I had always been a "very friendly yet taking no shit from anybody" person when I was younger. I would also have a very strict set of morals I never broke, and had this very...black n white way of thinking but was open to understand (autism!!! autism hog!!!)

With Leon, well, I feel that this is where my "Sonic" aspects started to get twisted into something else due to trauma and life in general. My strict set of morals, black n white thinking morphed into something that chained me as an impossible goal post for myself, despite my life driving me away from it. I wanted so desperately to save everyone around me but they...just kept falling deeper down holes, I felt useless and hopeless, what was I for if I couldn't help people? My life was not my own anymore.

Which is something...this asshole above thinks explicitly in the text... 😭And things that have happened to him, parallel some stuff that had happened to me as well. We think the same, we see the same.

On a more lighthearted side, our humor is extremely similar and pretty much the same, LMFAO. We both exhibit heavily implied autism traits in the text 🤨. Both generally silent people but as soon as we are around someone who we like or dislike, we cannot shut up with silly remarks.

Day 9: Are you similar to your fictotype in appearance? How so?

Oh! This is my favorite fact about me and my Leon fictotype!

We have almost the exact same scar on our face, on the same spot too, but I believe it's parallel in canon? I have it on the right and canon has it on the left, but I'm very dyslexic so I can't tell. :<

As for Sonic...well... we are both short xD. I also felt really sonic-ish when it comes to my hair, it's not spiky, but it's very fluffy and it always felt like how quills would feel to me.

#30 day fictionkind challenge #fictkin #fictionkin #from the void

[starfish-ix]

Great Blue Heron - Reviewed

Last semester, I took a class called Anthropos in the Anthropocene. It was really insightful, and i leaned a ton. heres an exerpt of the course description:

This course explores this writing and related work on the ways that humans interact with their environment. Its goals are to inform students about Anthropocene environmental conditions and debates surrounding the term; to trouble commonplace notions of what it means to be human; to show students how human-environment relations can vary historically and cross-culturally; and to encourage students to think critically about strategies for environmental conservation.

Our final project was to create a "blog post", and I chose to model mine after the format of my favorite book/podcast- The Anthropocene Reviewed by John Green

SOOO here i am sharing it :) it is an ~10 min listen !! let me know if you listen/what u think <3

YouTube link to audio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KvgjDi41BnQ

Transcript:

Hello, and welcome to my own spin on the Anthropocene Reviewed, a podcast by John Green where he reviews facets of the human-centered planet on a five-star scale. My name’s Ixchel Quinn Cruz, and here in this episode I will be putting my own spin on the format, and reviewing the Great Blue Heron.

When I began this semester at Smith College, my professor, Colin Hoag, assigned us a semester-long project involving observing an organism in our environment. While at first my head was filled with ideas, as I went about my life the next few days, I could not get the idea of choosing this organism out of my head. I walked up the hill by Paradise Pond every afternoon as the sun was setting, and I always saw it : A tall, gray-ish blue heron standing tall in the evening light on the pond. Something about it drew me in. I could not help but stop and admire it, reveling in the beauty of this graceful bird in the pond, lit by the setting sun. I decided that I would wake up at 6am to go visit the heron whenever I could, over a few weeks. It was on these mornings that I developed such an intense affection for this heron.

Herons exist all around the world. They come in many shapes and colors and sizes, and there is a species of heron that exists on every continent in the world except Antarctica. The Great Blue Heron is one of the biggest and most well known species of heron in the world. I consider them incredible and stunning birds, with their grayish blue plumage and an impressive wingspan that would make anyone stop and look in the afternoon light. Seeing a heron on a pond is always quite a moving sight, and I am not alone in these beliefs.

In her inaugural speech to the college, the new president, Sarah Willie LeBreton mentioned the very heron I observed. She said on her first morning here, she woke up to the sight of a Great Blue Heron on Paradise Pond, and that its beauty stunned her and reminded her to be mindful of many things, namely the land that we inhabit and its ancestral ties to the native cultures that see herons symbolizing many things: including individual strength, patience, meditation, and stillness. The respect and admiration for the heron could almost be felt in the room that day. It was clear that so many of the people in attendance knew exactly of the heron she spoke of. It was such a powerful statement based on something seemingly so simple. Just a bird on the pond. 

The canada goose is another water-dwelling bird of North America that frequents Paradise Pond, and its story mirrors the Great Blue Heron’s surprisingly well. They are both large birds hunted for game by European settlers that had astonishing comebacks after the Migratory Bird Treaty Act, which protected Great Blue Herons along with any other migratory birds under the law, was passed. They inhabit the same spaces and can often be seen together in marshes and ponds. However, our perception of the two is often very different. I think a common sentiment around the Canada Goose is resentment. Geese honk and strut and bite and are loud when flying in large groups. They are very defensive of their nests and they protect ferociously against their biggest predator, Humans. We often see them as a pest, taking up all the space in our waterways when, in fact, the ways we have structured our human worlds in the anthropocene often create the perfect place for them to inhabit. On the other hand, the seemingly solitary, quiet, graceful heron is praised and admired. We build sculptures of it (note the small pond by lyman next time you walk by), paint it, and talk about it with an air of reverence for such a beautiful creature. 

An individual heron will nest communally in a large group, usually with dozens of nests (and sometimes hundreds of herons) placed high up in trees. These groups of nests, called rookeries, are loud, smelly, and herons are known to defend them when threatened. Herons tend to be quiet when we see them, but they can be loud, with a call that I have often heard compared to what people imagined a pterodactyl sounding like. I find it entertaining to think of the solitary heron on the pond that everyone seems to admire so much going home to its rookery, located most likely in the nearby Arcadia Wildlife Sanctuary, interacting with hundreds of others, calling to each other with their dinosaur-like noises. 

What is it about our cultural understandings of these species that create these contrasting views of the two species? How do we place these two species in our own view of the world, in relation to our own human centered view of the world? In discussions with my peers about the heron, I often noticed a tendency to assign it a personal, english gendered pronoun like “him” to the heron. 

 “Oh that heron!! He is so…..”

This was one of many things I noticed that they did to humanize the heron, granting him personhood in a way, and talking about him less in the expected way most people would think to talk about birds.. One remarked on the fact that “he” is at once so beautiful and graceful, while also being “a little silly”. But, I can’t help but agree with them. The way it sits with its neck scrunched up in an S shape does look really funny, sort of as if it was hunching its shoulders up by its head. 

This is one way we personify the heron, placing it within the context of our human-centered view of the world, in an attempt, I think, to connect to it. By giving it personhood, we in a way are granting it value and agency, as if their relation or proximity to personhood is what determines the importance of something’s existence. Above this, when we personify, we cannot avoid placing it within some sort of human context that inherently has meaning to us specifically? One friend described the heron as coming off as “kind of lanky and awkward” giving the impression that it might be shy, or too anxious to be social creatures. When we personify the heron like this, we inherently place it in a space where we can apply our pre-existing ideas on certain groups of a species. Since Aristotle’s first sketches of the evolutionary tree, humans have felt affection towards animals similar to us, but I noticed here that this works in the opposite direction as well – we as humans find ourselves relating to this heron as a result of our affection for it.

The heron isn’t alone on Paradise pond. Although the Great Blue Heron is one of the most recognizable and charismatic species on the pond,  they are just as ecologically important as non-charismatic species. Birds, like mallards, mergansers, and canada geese share the waters they use for food, and other species, like toads, turtles, and muskrats, similarly share the marshlands as a home. All these creatures rely on the wetland and each other to live, and this balance can easily be thrown off. 

When European settlers arrived in New England, they enjoyed hunting Great Blue Herons for game as well as for their beautiful plumage. This took a significant toll on their population numbers. European settlers also hunted the Beaver in extreme amounts in Massachusetts, which is important because their tendency to build dams on rivers and flood areas is a meaningful function to the ecosystems of wetlands. When the fur trade was at its height, Beavers were hunted and trapped until they nearly disappeared, making a significant and damaging impact to the whole landscape of New England. This obviously took a significant toll on herons as well, with many of the marshes and wetlands they rely on fading away, leaving them with no place to hunt, and no source of food. So they left. 

These factors combined meant that by the 1870s, herons were not believed to nest in Massachusetts anymore. They were occasionally seen as migrants, but no nesting sites were known, and they were a pretty rare bird to find. The aforementioned Migratory Bird Treaty Act (MBTA), makes it illegal to “pursue, hunt, take, capture, kill, attempt to take, capture or kill, possess, or [use for commercial purposes]” any migratory bird in the U.S (Transect), making it illegal to capture, possess, or cause harm to a Great Blue Heron or its nest or eggs. This made it safe  for herons to return and repopulate. However, the return was slow. There was one rookery recorded in 1925 that survived until it was destroyed by the hurricane of 1938, but no other colonies were documented until 30 years later, in the 1960s.

It took the reintroduction of beavers for this change to become meaningful. As beavers repopulated,  they brought back many marshy areas with lots of dead plant matter, the perfect environment for herons to feed. The return of beavers to Massachusetts, as well as more stringent protection of both the herons themselves and the wetlands they depend on, resulted in an increasing return of the heron. Currently they are considered a low concern species on endangerment metrics, considered an unequivocally increasing species in Massachusetts. Their repopulation was joined closely with many other species of marsh-dwellers – including the canada goose. 

Deborah Bird Rose’s concept of multispecies knots imagines the encounters we have with each other in the world across species as one piece of a larger story in the history of our species’ coexistence. The idea of an individual in a species existing not only as itself, but as a link in the chain of the species history, with endless history stretching back into the past and into the future, as well as entwined with our own species history. That first visit to the pond back in September, when I sat at 6 am observing Paradise’s heron, feels different when I think about it contextualized as one encounter that has been shaped by the infinite history that we share. When I consider the trust that heron must have had in me to let me sit that near, when its ancestors were hunted by mine. When you think of the fact that I was drawn to be out there, admiring the beauty in its routine, almost inspired by its existence when it was just going about its daily life. It was a completely unique interaction that has never happened before exactly like that and will never happen again, just one thread that weaves the story of our collective existence. Just two creatures in the world, passing by each other. Noticing each other I sometimes find it hard to conceive every single interaction I have with anything ever can be seen as just one link in the chain of the world. One thread in the tapestry of our shared existence, that all together form a larger story that none of us will ever be able to see. Not even the heron.

Yet, the heron on paradise pond continues to go about its life. And I walk up, away from my pond, back to my homework, back to dinner with my friends. Just more threads forming the tapestry. I find it only fair to give the Great Blue Heron five stars.

★★★★★

Works Cited

ABC Birds. “Great Blue Heron.” 22 September 2021, https://abcbirds.org/bird/great-blue-heron/?psafe_param=1&gclid=Cj0KCQiAgK2qBhCHARIsAGACuzkBLa83htftDmVxYU8En8DwNvK97dtGckGC1_o2qUMylqN2F9XaojAaAk04EALw_wcB. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Dankosky, John, and Lily Tyson. “The History of Beavers in New England With Ben Goldfarb.” New England News Collaborative, 2 August 2018, https://nenc.news/ben-goldfarb-the-history-beavers-new-england/. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Green, John. Anthropocene Reviewed: Essays on a Human-Centered Planet. Perfection Learning Corporation, 2023.

Haraway, Donna Jeanne. 2003. The Companion Species Manifesto: Dogs, People, and Significant Otherness. Chicago: Prickly Paradigm Press. Pp. 1-47

Hejnol, Andreas. 2016. “Ladders, Trees, Complexity, and Other Metaphors in Evolutionary Thinking.” In: Arts of Living on a Damaged Planet: Stories from the Anthropocene. Tsing, Anna Lowenhaupt, Nils Bubandt, Elaine Gan, and Heather Anne Swanson, eds. Pp. G87-102. Minneapolis, MN: University of Minnesota Press.

IUCN. “Great Blue Heron.” 2 October 2022, https://www.iucnredlist.org/fr/species/181500967/181565357. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Massachusetts Audubon. “Find a Bird.” Find a Bird, https://www.massaudubon.org/our-work/birds-wildlife/bird-conservation-research/breeding-bird-atlases/find-a-bird?id=948. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Massachusetts Audubon. “Great Blue Herons.” Mass Audubon, https://www.massaudubon.org/nature-wildlife/birds/great-blue-herons. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Native Languages. “Native American Indian Heron Legends, Meaning and Symbolism from the Myths of Many Tribes.” Native-Languages.org, http://www.native-languages.org/legends-heron.htm. Accessed 10 November 2023.

Rose, Deborah Bird. 2012. “Multispecies Knots of Ethical Time.” Environmental Philosophy 9(1):127–140.

Transect. “The Bald Eagle & Migratory Bird Treaty Acts (2023).” Transect, https://www.transect.com/bald-eagle-migratory-birds-act. Accessed 10 November 2023.

US Fish and Wildlife Service. “Migratory Bird Treaty Act of 1918 | U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service.” U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, 26 April 2020, https://www.fws.gov/law/migratory-bird-treaty-act-1918. Accessed 10 November 2023.

#ix #anthropocene #anthropocene reviewed #john green #nerdfighteria #ix art #ix learn #nerdfighter #dftba

[primalspice]

Ratty - 🚗, 🎮, 📚, 💯, 🚫, 🍎, ❤️, 🖤, 🥯, 🧐, 🤩, 👨,

🔧

🚗 — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

She has a driver’s license AND she’s forklift certified <3 she doesn’t particularly enjoy driving, though, because no one follows the rules of the road like she does. Shes the only good one everyone else is a fool.

🎮 — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

Her favorite hobbies include building/fixing random shit, listening to music, and crying. She’s never had much time on her hands until very recently, so shes got no idea what to do with herself. I think she should get into art tho. It would free her soul. 

📚 — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

She didn’t really graduate highschool traditionally bcz she went to the military at 16 but she has the equivalent of like a bachelors or trade school level education ig??? She has much more hands-on experience than things that look good on paper just because of the way that the region zero military tends to run things, which i suppose has its pros and cons (great for doing things efficiently in a factory, NOT great for being the president and making decisions and being diplomatic about your special interest). She has certifications in different areas that she can at least show; power plant operations, nuclear arms safety/handling/exports, aforementioned forklift certification, etc. She’d probably have like a GED and a bachelor’s in engineering if I were to compare her actual schooling to something normal. And just a lot of varied job/trades experiences. 

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

We dont talk much about the MANY years she lives in an apartment by herself but maybe that's for good reason. r/malelivingspace meme passing.

least expected recreational drug enjoyer bcz shes a timid geek but if she lived in a free and fun world she'd be trying more. she doesnt really tend to have a fun time on alcohol or pills (vague) or shitty region zero weed or even cocaine but she still tries <3 not like she can make her brain much worse than it is

Her eyesight is awful and she's had glasses since she was like 11. she would wear sports goggles before ever trading them out for contacts no matter how annoying they get; she thinks they look good on her (shes right) and is comforted by the fact that they partially hide her face.

🚫  — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

She drinks recreationally or occasionally smokes (although harder drugs are preferred 😐). If coping counts as a special event then it’s only for special events, but oh how she’s always coping.

🍎 — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?

Harvey was born in the north-east of the region, which is not a particularly citizen-friendly area so much as a space for industry and military operations. Lower-class families such as hers are its major populace. She moved out quite quickly, since she dormed with the military in the (south-eastish) starting at 16 until her early 20s-ish. Once she got a job that wasn’t directly with the military, she moved back to an apartment somewhat near her hometown, but more for convenience than wanting to be near family. she has mixed feelings about her hometown; it's much of what made her into the person she is today with the passions that she has, but theres also a lot of painful memories there. everythings a painful memory tho, isnt it.

❤️ — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Shockingly she has plenty of positive traits *smiles* she is HARD-WORKING she is HUMBLE she is KNOWLEDGEABLE (bonus: she is cute)

🖤 — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Shes not….. Directly killed anyone LOL. Although those who are critical of the things she let slide in terms of nuclear waste production and disposal might say otherwise….. Shes quite traditionally nonviolent and wouldn't really ever fight or hurt someone physically (altho she could probably fair pretty well tbh), not a fan of violence at all she just really enjoys weapons <3 Cognitive dissonance swag. As for broken hearts/trust, not really??? Faust was quite offended when she indirectly let her army get so out of hand that they start sister-killing but thats quite the jump to make. Although she probably shouldve at least condemned it LOL.

🥯 — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Shes not a big breakfast-eater because she likes to suffer ig. If left to her own devices she’d probably just have a coffee, but she’d usually get like a bagel or some oatmeal or something pushed on her while working in the capital. 

🧐 — is your oc more logical or emotional?

It’s complicated LOL. shes an ISTJ n all but she also has severe anxiety that dictates every part of her life so I might say shes more emotional. Her fearful loyalty to the status quo and worries life in region zero allow her to make poor decisions even though she knows the outcome might be poorer than if she were to make decisions that were more against-the-grain. She struggles to make decisions that make her uncomfortable or afraid, even if they’re logical.

🤩 — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

She definitely prefers to plan. She enjoys having a routine and likes for life to be mostly predictable. It would make most ppl insane but she’s lucky enough that such a thing works for her. Any sudden deviation from the Usual makes her scream and cry and piss tho

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 — how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Her immediate family consists of just her, raymond, and their mom and dad. Im sure she has an aunt/uncle or two as well, and some cousins, but not really any that she was particularly close with, especially considering that she was quite distant even from her immediate family. She’s had 3 or so generations of family members living in region zero and Most of them are dysfunctional and cold and working-class so perhaps all this is a curse she was born into. She had to become ok with being alone at a very young age and shes worse off for that <3 Raymond was, of course, who she was closest too but that got taken away pretty quickly. Things aren’t really the same now, even though hes not really dead. 

#ask game #harvey

[mdarwin]

Wayco - Fall 2019

Wayco

for 2017

One: The Blur

I awoke into myself. Rising from the hay-littered floor of the barn, I came to stand somewhere north of eight feet tall. I looked behind me, to the brown and empty stalls, then out the open door. My Companion was there. I saw a hat, then kerchief, long wool coat and spurs at the very bottom of them. They gave me one long moment to become accustomed to this state of things, then asked, “Are you ready?” I nodded and saddled the second horse just outside the barn, got on, and we rode silently into the white blur.

The snow between the barn and the first Stop blinded us and the horses and we were slow against its force of wind and cold. Is it cold here? Is it anything here? I’ve put my self aside and have made room for other things than self, than feeling, than memory. I don’t know who I am, but I know where I am. I am so tall but somehow I know that there is no one taller than me and that there is also no one shorter than me. I am neither male nor female and I have long, dirty hair but there is no way to clean it, there is no need to clean it, there is nothing here but seeing and giving and going forward.

The journey was less than half a mile but seemed to take a whole day. “A day”? I’m nowhere now, time isn’t in this place, and I am just a wet star flying frantically in a storm, a storm which has no direction, no direction, until it reaches the ground and eventually lands, part of something.

Finally, we got there, to a two-story shack with a main entrance up a set of rickety front stairs. My Companion hopped down, and began staying their horse, tying their reins to a metal hook fixed to the ground. They motioned to me to do the same. It took a moment, and then my Companion, the Other, asked again if I was ready, and when I said that I was, we moved toward the doors which opened into the ground, to the cellar, to the other worlds outside of this place.

We stepped down through the cellar door, into a girl high up in the air.

*

II: Wayco

I saw the text alerts on my phone while I was on their property, high up in the air. Wayco owned the air, like they owned the water and everything in between. The waiting area of their main offices was lush, and sunlight came in through the ceiling, where their might met the sky. David was with me, and he got the text, too. We were hitchhikers on this raft of luxury; economic nothings swept along with the elite. We were never meant to be here -- we weren’t like them. But we kept our mouths shut, always, always, because we had been initiated into the class of the living, those who would survive. The numbers -- were they a password? A -- I didn’t want to think it. I remembered briefly when an infantile Texan president pronounced nuclear ‘nucular’ and it was all anyone talked about for two years.

-- Codes. We had been given a code.

We had only been in this cabal for a short while, since Christian Shrekley, the new CEO of Wayco, fell in love with my Mother. He was young-ish, and somehow, so was she. She had raised me with the wisdoms of a thousand-year-old woman, but there she was, at the reception desk outside Shrekley’s office, dutifully organizing his business and staying silent, always silent, now, and beautiful and captivating, an endless font of what this man had, apparently, always wanted. The other handful of Wayco higher-ups standing there didn’t notice us much; we were just two unkempt writers whose names no one knew. But maybe it would pay off to know each other -- to really know each other. Maybe we were… in this together, circumstantial as it may be.

We were gathered in the penthouse office suite of Wayco headquarters waiting for news about the trip. The destination was a secret, and maybe the place we were all heading to never had a name. Maybe only Shrekley knew its name. Or maybe no one ever knew its name, this place we were going because it was beautiful and isolated and untainted by the hands of those hordes that Wayco needed, those hands which it exploited. There were fifteen of us, thirty hands. Just thirty hands.

The cars arrived, downstairs, and we all took swift, uncrowded elevators to the ground floor, and David and I got in the backseat of one of the black town cars driven by a silent and anonymous man to the site where the helicopters would pick us up. The Wayco app badge popped up on my phone screen, with a prompt to play a game. I opened it, and David opened the notification on his screen, too. We each saw a series of questions which we both got wrong, the answers of which were all related to intimate details of the Wayco group’s lives. “What was the name of Sam Priestly’s childhood cat?”

Silver

Noise

Sherriff

Alfonse

To each answer David and I got wrong, the app would respond with a brief summary of the answer’s context and relevance. “When Mr. Priestly was four years old, he was given a grey domestic longhair cat, whom he named Silver. Silver once scratched Mr. Priestly on the face when he pulled her tail, and for a brief period in the early 1960s, Mrs. Priestly and the household staff were concerned that Sam might be allergic to Silver, although the allergic reaction was concluded to be caused instead by raspberries. Silver lived to the age of seventeen, when she died of kidney failure, and is buried on the eastern Priestly estate in Darien, Connecticut.” A few questions in, David and I looked at each other, shocked but apprehensive about ever letting the rest of the group know that it had shocked us.

“What does David call Emily’s Panache sports bra?”

Bust strap

Chest binder

Tit prison

Punishment

We looked at it on each of our phones for a moment, then he clicked his screen off and put his phone away, looking straight ahead through the windshield of the car. I answered the question, and my screen exploded with celebratory confetti and balloons. I felt my face drop and become hollow, as I watched our autonomy get sucked up by Shrekley and Wayco and this conspiratorial, self-obsessed exclusivity of the upper material echelon. What didn’t they know? Where do we end and they begin? We can’t trust them -- but to what end? Are we safe? The American people aren’t safe, but… are we, just us, are we safe? Is destruction the very cost of our own safety? I pocketed my phone and looked straight ahead, too, although that pointed my gaze straight at the back of the driver’s headrest, and I tried to ignore my own sense of presence and the nauseating smell of leather, and instead feel small, invisible, undetectable in this world, and therefore safe.

Shortly, we arrived at the open field where several helicopters awaited us, and David and I boarded one with a few others, who were all in good spirits and friendly toward us, making only the slightest of jabs at our status and appearance, at first. Enough of that and they were soon riffing on the disparity between us and them, giving us advice on taking our CUNY educations with a grain of salt and, yes, citing the various health risks and benefits each associated with black and white truffles, and also mocking Chick-Fil-A, although Dan Westcott, seated across from us in the helicopter, owned 42% of it. Just because it was the two of us who were there. We smiled tightly and nodded, and we tried to enjoy the humbling view from our seats, both wishing we could turn off the receivers of our headsets to make these men just shut up. But things weren’t safe here. We couldn’t ignore anything. We were with wolves.

III: Enya

The headsets in the helicopter were apparently crucial, though. We rose higher and higher, beyond the altitude I thought helicopters could reach. Once above a threshold of sanity and realism, a widget inside the helmet extended to my forehead, and I felt a knock to my head backwards while my mind shot forward, stretching like the mind does. Like reaching, elastic, through sleep, I could see colors and movement but more immediately, I could feel them pulling on me, asking of me things I only knew how to give on a visceral level but could not explain. It was bright and blue and clear as I scaled a cliff, risked to the fall and unsure but unafraid, myself and yet eight years old and knowing myself to be eight years old but I was outside myself, watching myself watch myself watch myself scale the cliff and

I reach the top — 

Enya - orinoco flow

sail away, sail away, sail away

— this is how I know my Mother. She dances towards me at great height and does not entirely know that I am there. She is billowed in white silk and gauze dress and shawl and the parts of her that know that I am there are happy that I am there. This is how I know my Mother. She dances toward me at great height looking at the sky and drinking it with a wide smile which does not know that I am there. She strides in a cloud and moves forward towards the sun, which is near her. This is how I know my Mother.

*

David and I found ourselves deposited on the precipice of a waterfall, perched on smooth stones just large enough to sit on, with a half-inch of water glistening through our toes over the edge, which was close but not a danger and all that I knew for sure was that we were high up, we were incredibly high up, we were as high up as anyone can be. We had been placed on these stones, our bodies placed here after the helicopter headsets had placed us somewhere in a different arrangement of body and mind. We were placed here without incident among the rest of the Wayco group, and on stones which were not being used as seats, grassy, light white wine in temperature-controlled, stemless crystal sat waiting to be drunk. I took a look around at men with absurd, terrifying smiles and haughty, impossible hairlines as they enjoyed the waterfall, the being-at of the waterfall, the being-high of themselves. I looked down and wanted to fill one of the glasses with the sharp, clear water being purified every second by the minerals of clean rocks higher than mountains and to drink it, and to be pure, too.

I tried to get David’s attention to ask him quietly what the headset had put in his mind, what he saw while we were out, but in his shy terror we couldn’t get the words out, and then Shrekley was addressing us, standing with bare feet in the cool, clear water and hiding his pride by tucking his chin to his chest as he smiled so wide that it was vulgar and uncanny. Then he raised his glass and announced that he and my Mother were to be wed. My Mother rose from the stone she’d been sitting on and her white billowed cloud of a dress dragged through the water, catching the cleanest molecules of shining moisture as she strode through the now-rising Wayco men to join her groom at the head of the group raising their glasses, looking, I knew, only towards the self. She shyly smiled in terror at the cohort, resigned to this survival, and this is how I know my Mother.

*

Among wolves, I shrunk from the sinful things that they said and did and I listened to Enya to repent. So did my Mother. We had been given a code.

*

IV: The D train

The blast had knocked me out, back in my life on the ground. I awoke after the impact underneath 145th street, and I recognized the yellow structural pillars but had no memory of where I’d been going to go on the D train when It had happened. At first fearful of the surface of the earth and what concentrated power had done to the air, I dove deeper, vaulting over the turnstile and hurtling myself towards the stairs down to the platform, to verify with the world I knew best just what had been done, and what had been undone.

On the D train platform, there were bodies everywhere. They were draped on benches, strewn on the floor, some even hanging, from inanimate hands, on poles in the still cars of a D parked with open doors on the tracks. The blast had been designed meticulously, and it had found these people under the ground, gotten inside them, ended them. I tried to remember when it was I had been saved.

The world around me was so still, but after wandering through that stillness for a minute, I spotted movement by the stairs leading back up to the air. I ran over to find a grizzled man splayed over several steps, making faint sounds with closed eyes and a twitching hand on a cane. He had stiff, short whiskers and a battle face, deep brown skin with riverbeds of wrinkles and valleys -- memories of a world which had just now ended, but breath in him still, breath reaching into this next stretch.

I knelt down and put my hands to his shoulders, asked him what he had seen. If he had seen anything. Where it came from. Does he know where he is. Does he know how he survived. Does he know. He roused and got his eyes open, realized he was looking at a survivor, and gripped both of my arms. Once I’d pulled him to sit upright, he shook me off and held his face in his hands, shaking it slowly back and forth, and he prayed to his lord. I faced the top of the stairs and began a quick, careful ascent.

*

I walked through the streets to find a living people so sparse and confused that we were, for the first time, independent from each other. Harlem, like the rest of this city, may have allowed for anonymity before the blast but now, the living looked around and were alone, really, cut off from anything they’d known and reaching for something that wasn’t there. That would never be there again. That never was there to begin with. A connection between us that could have provided the infrastructure to survive each other. To survive ourselves.

I didn’t walk north to my home. Home would have been a retreat further inside a self than I could bear to go. Instead, I walked south to Wayco, a people I was of not by way of similarity but through a convoluted perversion of the real, a departure from anything solid or trustworthy, a minefield of impossibilities. I walked through neighborhoods which stirred only slightly with movement from bodies wondering how to put to use anything they’d been taught. This was not an antagonistic end to the world; it was a somber and remorseful pause after a long reign, a moment in which the loudest voices were the ones from wind. From the silences of knowledge. We knew more than we had ever wanted to admit.

I got downtown to the fully operational glass tower and rode up in a panic. Now that Wayco had gone through with it, would I be able to face them without shaking, revealing my disgust at their strategy towards this success of finality? Can I hide among wolves, now that they’re this covered in blood? Or am I covered in it, too? I looked down at my trembling hands, balled them into fists, gritted my teeth, then took and released a deep breath, released the grip I had on my whole self. I was not who I thought I was.

The elevator opened and it was David I saw first; he had come from closer, had come right away. He had known to come. He was facing the elevator doors in wait, and when he saw me, he covered me with his arms, his face. He started some sentences but didn’t finish any, and once we had established ourselves to each other in this space, we looked to my Mother.

She stood with a grinning Shrekley surrounded by the eleven others clapping their hands to each other’s backs and clinking glasses of scotch. She and he at the center; David and I off to the side. This was how I knew our survival. The lot of them, Shrekley and the eleven other closest, they were celebrating the success of a plan that had been a long time coming. The destruction of man, leaving  these men safe, high up in the air.

My Mother slunk away from Shrekley towards us while he laughed with Allan Sinclair, whose industry had been media, and they were laughing about the incomprehensibility of the Population Control Blast being seen as a race or class issue, as it had been treated by the critics of Wayco’s terrifying ideology, an ethos which had hidden in the places where we had lived our lives. This skepticism was a conversation which had only ever existed in the far reaches of the internet and fringe documentaries. Allan chuckled at the most popular proletarian conception that an event like this one, with a survival rate of one in eight and with Wayco survival guaranteed, wasn’t for everyone’s good. The same things I’d been hearing. I looked to my Mother and she slowly poured her own drink, vodka over ice with raspberries. She stared intently at the berries as she muddled them and then she toasted, low, to just David and I, and while we had no drinks to raise we met her eye to hear what she had to praise. With a few sparkling tears welling, she whispered to us a prayer for sailing away. To sailing away into this incredibly empty expanse, a chant to trust nothing but vulnerability as we made our way through all of the space we now had, all of the unknown at our disposal. She shrugged tightly as she said it, and refused to drop the tears, then downed her drink, and turned her back to us and faced the We of Wayco.

“We did it,” I Thought. I knew who We were. I knew who I was.

Five: The Other

I found myself rising from the girl high up in the air into the cellar below the snowy ground in this place outside of space, outside of time, where I was tasked with understanding -- with only understanding -- that which can’t be Named or Faced. With seeing what was preserved for sanctity in this long, winding Thing that had no option but to Be.

The Other was standing with their hands on their knees, feet spread to ground them on the dirt and sawdust floor of the cellar beneath the Stop. I had been chosen, after death, to study the memories and the fears of the one, the all-one, the history of the world, whose name is Duke or god or Gaia, because he needed to heal and he needed to not be alone. I was being led into my position by another selected angel, this Other, and would in turn lead the next Chosen to do the same, to learn how to heal him. We would watch the world pull back in quiet moments and we would watch it burn, to see what he could see, what only he could see. We would help. He would be whole. This place is the only place we are apart from him, and once he has been joined, we would be whole.

The Other and I both stood in the cellar in our own exhausted ways, possibly parted in disparate reads of Wayco. I knew the all-one to be a Mother, to be fallible, and in such, to be resigned to fallibility itself and to the real. Horrors bear as much weight as the mundane, but the world was heavy with experiences, and ideas of what could be, looking inwards on the real through its own faceted specters. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was who I knew him to be, that he was, here, what he’d shown himself to me to be. Reverent, himself. Trapped and trying. Committed to feeling through -- willing to invest in -- just about anything.

My Companion gagged. I stepped back and they pulled out of their mouth a long, thick, golden hair, and at the end of it, a wet lump of black guts. They gasped and choked as they looked to me, and to the lump on the floor of the cellar illuminated by the light filtered white by the snow coming in through the open door above, then back to me. After a moment of struggling to breathe, they said, “thanggud. I needed that.” I stood back in my admiration of catharsis, of the work being done. god wasn’t here in this place; I couldn’t look for him in the ways that I had, in life. He needed to be alone. Unlike all of the times we needed him, here we let him be, and so instead, I steadied my own self in this Lack and pulled myself up to my full height, and my Companion and I both faced the stairs up to the snow, the horses, and the air up there where air was not, where nothing is, in this place where only dreams metastasized.

We returned to the horses, loosed them from the ground, and looked to each other a final time. The Other nodded goodbye, then rode past the shack on into the white blur and I, through the blur back to the barn. I was ready, and now it had begun.

***

[generalizedfandomdisorder]

Felt a bit let down by the Natsumi character tbh

Nsfw-ish text further down (:

I was anticipating him being a bit more playful and laid-back, older-brotherly.

He gives more class-president, perfectionist, over achiever who has never relaxed in his life.

Which does have it's own charm of course, i was also just not super into the actor's performance 😔 sorry... It's charming, but not super attractive imo. His accent is quite cute, but the delivery doesn't have the hook I'm looking for?

A dash of angst would go so far for that character. (For me. Only angsty options vn when.) The sort of desperation and fear, loneliness that comes with defining yourself by your academic success.

Haven't finished his (or any) route though so there's time yet. I know there's shit with being compared to his brother.

Actually the characterisation could be read as autistic. I'd have to compare it to the va's other work.

Going from "idk what sex is" to "I've done some research and i think you'll like what I've found" is very autistic king moves lmao.

His vibe in the scenes (guides call them "fx's"?) Is like "dude isn't this neat? I need to show you all the stuff I've learned about my new hobby, gay sex."

I'd really enjoy him feeling too much pressure to do well with topping or taking the lead, tbh. He seems desperate for external validation, and control over everything in his life. Somebody take care of this guy!!

Again, I'll see what happens in the rest of his story.

Do i need to write my own sim/vn with all my ideas oh no...

#camp buddy spoilers ish //

[kaeyas-beloved]

yo yo 😳 could i mayhaps request class 1a with a british transfer student that swears a lot? and it’s not posh southern british, it’s a hard northern accent (geordie more specifically) ty ty xx

Class 1-A w/ a Northern British Transfer Student who Swears a Lot

Class 1-A x British!Transfer Student!Reader (You) || BnHA

Genre: General/Crack-ish

Warning(s): Uh, none really... Allusions/Mentions of swearing??

a/n Hey hey, you absolutely can! I just hope you don’t mind that it���s headcanons and not a full scenario/one-shot ^^ Also, I’m really sorry if anything is portrayed wrong - I did some research for this request but I still might slip up once or twice... Anyway I hope you enjoy! Also also, I'm sorry for taking so long and if it's not the best! I really think I butchered this to some degree T~T

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Okay so for this headcanon there can be a bit of a variation on the class' reaction and such depending on whether you swear in English or in Japanese

If You Swear In English:

Let's be honest: no one even knew you swore at first. English and Japanese are two different languages after all. President Mic isn't exactly teaching swears in English class either...

Every time you switch to English for a cuss the whole class just kinda tilts their head and goes "huh?"

Or, y'know, some might ignore you altogether if you aren't talking to them

The class' only real indicator that what you're saying is crude is if the situation is a more violent one (like if you're in a fight or angry)

A select few might actually catch what you say though. Namely Bakugou, his squad, Yaoyorozu and maybe Todoroki.

Let’s face it, Momo and Todo probably know a fair amount of English (private lessons or smth) and Baku and his squad know because learning swears is the first thing everybody does when learning another language

Out of the above, let's just say some may cover their mouth in horror while others smirk.

For any progress on this language barrier to be made it'll take poor, innocent Midoriya Izuku - with all the courage he could muster - to ask what those words you say so often mean.

And the shocked look on almost everyone's faces was priceless. You couldn't help but laugh and wish you had a camera to commemorate the moment their ignorance was shattered.

"But... but you say (insert English swear) so often!?"

"...Yes?"

The class will shutter if anyone is on the receiving end of your swearing. Or if you cuss all of a sudden, seemingly unprompted. There's something about the mix of a hard accent and not knowing exactly what is being said that can be rather intimidating...

"wHAt aRe yOU sAyINg!!??" < the class 81.63% percent of the time

If You Swear in Japanese:

If you calmly say a swear the moment you walk through the door on the first day I want you to count how many people choked on air. Do it - I bet half the class did. You can also bet Iida is on your case in an instant...

"(Y/N) can you please watch your language it is very inappropriate and unbefitting of a hero in training!!"

The nonchalant-ness at which you spout swears is enough to make heads spin. The class probably saw you as a second Bakugou in the beginning before getting to know you.

More likely than you think there have been times where one of the other teens had to vouch for you, saying that despite your crude language you're actually not a bad person and that they should get to know you before leaping to conclusions.

General:

It takes little to no time for everyone to settle into this norm. What did you expect - they all have to listen to Bakugou already - what's one more ill language classmate going to do?

Speaking of the blond: he def has a soft spot for the sole reason that you have such a potty mouth. Like hell he'd say it out loud, nor will he acknowledge it whatsoever. He just likes the fact that there's another person that has a bit of a rougher side to 'em.

Regardless of what language you swear in your accent still shines through, so the class is going to ask where you're from (more on that in a moment)

No one lets something as trivial as vocabulary stop them from befriending the transfer student. At the end of the day they all know you're a kind soul at heart. You are training to be a hero after all.

Everyone grows so used to your swearing they've gotten to the point of just calming asking what happened without looking up pls let make sense...:

"*swears*"

"*continues to scroll through their phone* You ok?"

"Yeah, just dropped my pen..."

If anyone (*cough Monama cough*) was to say something unpleasant about how you speak (accent or amount of swearing) the class will defend you in a heartbeat - guaranteed

-- A couple of extra things not related to the swearing aspect of the request:

The class definitely asks about your home town and country. How different is it from Japan? What kinds of foods are there? Are there things you have there that aren't in Japan?

Like I've mentioned there's a chance that the others won't know what you say (whether that's because of your accent or English vocabulary) so they may ask you to repeat yourself a time or two. Don't take anything personally though! They mean no harm! Just be a little patient with them at the start and soon they'll be able to catch what you say just fine :)

Still, they're all really fascinated by the contrast between Geordie and Japanese accents and how you're able to pronounce words in Japanese really well while originally having such a strong accent

The more adventurous students might ask if you could teach them slang or sayings from your homeland should they ever hear you say any yourself and grow curious (I read that there are certain phrases and such that northlanders say)

The class would no doubt surprise you by 'talking Geordie' (?), using both what you teach them, what they pick up and what they learn through personal research.

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[thestarsanctuary]

kakegurui x reader who is very clingy (platonic but all the girls are like kinda into her) and she’s always either following Yumeko around or fiddling with one of Midari’s guns. The one shot can be when the reader geta called out for it and feels like she’s being too clingy so she tries to distance herself and all three kinda have to come together to figure out why reader is so sad? maybe an ending with protecc from the girls? Sorry for the long request!!

Once again- jesus this took forever so let me give you something good (I will try my best as per usual) and hope ya enjoy at least a little! My apologies again!

KAKEGURUI X F! READER (PLATONIC-ISH)

It was almost like a stop in your life. A pause. You had never noticed you had done it everyday, were you too much? Why did nonody tell you? And more importantly....how do you stop what you don’t notice yourself doing?

You had way too many questions because some random girl had walked up to you, randomly, and out of nowhere says,

“Hey you hang around those girls a lot huh? Don’t you think you’re a little too much? I mean I’ve never actually seen you without them. Ever.” She said, and it wasn’t even menacing, which means she truly meant it. That was even worse!

And when you think about it...she was oh so right.

Everyday, you went to school with Mary who would walk you with a scowl but let you hold her hand and talk her ear off all the way there. She would always say she wasn’t listening but would bring up something you said all the time surprising you. Then Midari would be waiting for you and hand you her arm and say “Let’s go gorgeous” with this sinister grin, and you’d play with her gun on the way to your first class, and then Yumeko would come and sit on your lap in class and let you hug her and the teacher never said anything because Kirari....oh god, you were so clingy.

And just like that your mood had dropped significantly, and nobody knew why but just tried to push it off.

“Maybe she’s having a bad day.”

“Got a bad grade on her exam!”

“Ah she didn’t have a good enough lunch?”

Any excuse they could come up with they used whichever came to mind first because they didn’t want to think you were truly upset.

And they didn’t want to have to come for whoever had made their darling so upset in the first place.

Until the next day came. Mary knocked on your door and you opened it with a forced smile that Mary chose to ignore, and she held out her hand with an annoyed look on her face as per usual but this time to you it felt so real.

I guess I am way too clingy.

That was the conclusion that you had came up with in your mind as you decided to ignore her hand and instead go for a more cheerful appearance to distract from your oh-so-obvious swatting of her hand.

She still walked with you but the look on her face was different. It was more narrow and almost looked like she was judging you or something, and you wondered if you had ever seen this look before in the back of your head.

When you go to the school Midari was as per usual waiting for you gun in hand, but you politely declined the offer of holding her gun as she wrapped her arm around yours. You wuickly took it off.

“Huh? What’s up with you gorgeous? Mary say something rude again? I truly don’t understand why you don’t let me take you-

“No! No I’m uh, I’m fine! I was just having...cramps! In my fingers...yeah...they are absolutely terrible!” You said quickly with a smile. Midari grinned and rubbed your head with her gun.

“Alrighty then sweetheart, did you not want to go to class then? I can let Kirari tell your teach you won’t be there ya know” she grinned at you, with her usual amount of playfulness seeping through. You waved your hand and walked into your classroom without saying goodbye. How odd.

Midari called Yumeko outside, you thought she was probably weeping for Yumeko’s attention again and didn’t think anything of it. But oh boy were you wrong. As Yumeko sat on your lap, you took notes vigorously and tried to shift and move her off, and she must’ve gotten the hint because she did. Yumeko whispered in your ear,

“I thought your hands were cramping?” She said, and you almost jumped because you realized how badly you had screwed up.

“O-oh yeah! But I need to take notes for this class Koko, you know that.” You brushed it off and she nodded her head innocently before going back to not paying attention. Or so you thought, but she obviously saw that you lied to her. Who could get past her?

After class you and Yumeko were called to the President’s room. You walked in and saw Kirari, Midari, Yumemi, Mary, Sayaka, Yuriko, everybody. It honestly overwhelmed you because you had wanted to touch them so bad. It was how you showed love but now you were basically forcing yourself to look at the ground.

“Now now, come over here y/n, we have to talk to you.” Kirari said and you knew, you had been figured out. There was a new seat for you and Kirari to sit in so you sat by her side trying not to touch her, however her scent and basically everything about her made it difficult. Especially with her putting her arm around you and trying to make you hug her. So in the end, you basically gave up. Who were you to resist?

“Is there a reason the girls are saying you’ve been lying and avoiding them all day or do we jut have to make a public announcement to find out who’s been talking to you?” She said softly. So softly you honestly almost cried. You had basically avoided all contact with the girls and given them no explanation, you felt terrible.

“I’m sorry!! It’s just- I realized how clingy I’ve been with you all and I never even asked if you were okay with it. I’m like some leech and I’m always hanging onto you guys and it feels like I’m not doing anything but being annoying anymore.” You ranted, not trying to look any of them in the eyes but you could see their eyes soften just a little when you finally did look up with glossy eyes.

“Ok. Listen. If any of us didn’t like it we would tell you and the freaking president herself wouldn’t even let you in here- let alone get a WHOLE NEW CHAIR for you to be able to hug her on. We all enjoy it and understand that it’s how you show that you like and care for us. Friends just know moron. Who told you this because I don’t believe you came up with this ridiculous theory of sorts on your own.” Mary announced as she stood up from her seat, tired of staying quiet.

“...well...I don’t know who but, I understand. That didn’t make sense anyways huh?” You giggled and hugged Kirari, instantly brightening the mood as she wrapped her arm around your waist.

“Well we’ll need to find out who immediately, we can’t exactly let whoever it was think they know better than us can we?” Yumeko said with a smile, as the other girls nodded.

Yeah, this was how it will always be.

EL FIN.

brooo that endings trassshhh. Anyways my fingers hurt so bad because I’ve been writing (not just this) for like an hour no break my fingers are buring, anyways sorry for the TERRIBLE wait so so sorry but I hope you enjoy!

-SS

#kakegurui x y/n #kakegurui midari #kakegurui x reader #kakegurui #midari x reader #kirari x reader #yumeko x reader #mary saotome x reader #yumemi yumemite #kakeguri yumeko #kakegurui xx #yumeko jabami #mary satome #kirari momobami

[the-bat-collector]

SUPERBAT Rec List!! AU NO POWERS ish PART 2

No Powers or No Capes (There are some minor exceptions but I think this still applies)

Soo it’s become harder to find these fics and I kept postponing making this list just in case I found moreeeee. After some time convincing myself I decided that If I find more I’ll just make a part 3.

Here is the link to Part 1 Post

So without further ado. Here you go!

Storge by ichikonohakko @ichikonohakko

G - 3,310

Storge (storgē, Greek: στοργή) is liking someone through the fondness of familiarity, family members or people who relate in familiar ways that have otherwise found themselves bonded by chance. An example is the natural love and affection of a parent for their child.

Or the story of how Clark Kent meets the Wayne family children.

So this was in my mark for later and I read it as I was making this list and it’s very cute and adorable and highly recommend it! 

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date by knoxoursavior  @clqrkkent

E - 39,385

Clark has been able to see ghosts since he was eight, just a few days before his Pa died in his sleep. Years later, after having moved to the city with Martha to pursue writing, Clark meets Bruce Wayne, who takes an interest in his work and Clark in particular. Not long after they meet, Bruce asks Clark to marry him and Clark moves into a mansion that has more ghosts than it has people.

So I couldn’t find more AUs for this list, I was about to quit looking and yesterday I ran into this one and it gave me so much hope that there might be more out there (part 3?maybe?) I think of this as Ghost Whisperer Clark 

Stories for the Loved and Lost by MatchaMochi @renaimori 

M - 9,681

The first chapter leads Clark to another, and another. He turns the pages, eating the words up hungrily and feeling them, pored over the story as if he was reading someone’s personal diary. And the thing was, he knows it, he knows this story. He remembers flashes of memory that aren’t his, thrown in yesterday’s weird dream or last night’s nightmare.

or in which Bruce is an author and Clark is his fanboy.

I WILL read every single SOULMATE AU FIC I CAN FIND CAUSE I’D DIE FOR THIS TROPE. This is beautifully written <3 <3

Ghastly Murders in the East End by dippkip @dippkip

T - 38,227

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne, a seemingly irresponsible and eccentric duke, remains largely unconcerned about these atrocities. The Batman, however, has taken special interest, and spends his nights relentlessly hunting the new murderer at large. The paths of these men will converge as the body count begins to rise, and their investigations and growing affections will cement their bond, intertwining their fates with that of the most notorious murderer in all of England.

OKaaaay this is one of the exceptions, Bruce is Batman but it’s a different century and Clark is powerless, I think it compensates. Usually I prefer when they’re both “capeless” but this was such a fun read. 

As You Grow by dnawhite76 & Prubbs @prubbs​ 

M - 59,946

After the death of his wife and children, Clark returns to the United States after spending years abroad to reconnect with his friends and their families. And while trying to gather what little remains of his old life and possibly move forward in his grief, he ends up falling into old habits with his first love and best friend, Bruce Wayne.

A story about grief and acceptance.

So I want to point out how good this fic is. I hate sad and this story has a lot of grief and I felt it was very grounded on its depictions of feelings. I tend to avoid this type of fics buuuuut this was so good. I couldn’t stop reading even if the grief got to me. It’s very wholesome and does have a satisfying ending. 

A good start by BlueAlmond @discretocincel​

G - 1,253  

Clark loves being an elementary school teacher, but it breaks his heart to see any of his students hurting. So, when he notices Jason waiting over forty minutes every day for someone to pick him up, he decides to have a word with his father.

Absolutely love Professor Trope!!! Sooo you could argue this is ficlet but doesn't feel like one to me so I’m not putting it in the ficlet section. 

Engraved In Our Souls by Nixie_DeAngel @nixie-deangel​

T - 9,004

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love?

Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

Little cute soulmate AU<3  AS I SAID I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE SOULMATE AU OUT THERE CAUSE I LOVE THEM

Ghosts by ren_makoto 

T -3,067

Wayne Manor is haunted. Clark doesn't mind.

Here is another of the exceptions, this is neither No Powers/No Capes, but they’re not relevant to the plot or we don’t see them using them (I don’t think they are mentioned but its implied). The Fic’s whole focus is on the ghosts! and absolutely loved it I LOVE REN MAKOTO FICS

There is Little Danger by ren_makoto

T - 5,327

"It's tradition," he said, one inch from Clark's mouth. "Yes," Clark said. "Tradition."

Or, where Bruce and Clark are trapped in an elevator

another Ren Makoto cause I can’t help myself

Semi-Permanent Couplings by ren_makoto

E - 10,463

"So, Bruce, how do you feel about one-night stands?"

Ren Makoto <3 <3 <3 This fic contains Adultery soo Read the Author’s Notes

Hubris by ren_makoto

M - 20,197

"This is turning into a routine," Bruce said breathlessly. "What can I do for you, Clark?" "Please," Clark said hoarsely. "I just want to get some sleep."

I really like the writing on this fic, this is a 100% NO CAPES, Clark does have powers and he’s starting to process them. Ren Makoto stole my heart with this one.

Not so Perfect Afterall by tekowrites

E - 6,966

AU: High school, Senior year. Clark thinks his life is nearly, if not already perfect. Then he overhears a conversation that changes absolutely everything. Bruce is there to pick up the pieces.

Red, White and Blue by melmel_79

E - 3,639

He works for the Secret Service, and it's best that no one knows he is in a relationship with the president. At least he hoped no one would know...

He grips the envelope tighter and knocks on the door to the Oval Office.

This was a mistake.

Late Night Feelings by the_butler @the-butler-fanstuff

M - 9,283

It was a little past one in the morning, the phone the only light in his room. He glared at it, then threw it to his side on the bed, not caring to see where it landed. A few seconds after, he patted all along the side to find it and looked at it again. He pulled up the messaging app, scrolled down, and then sighed. He exited the app and threw the phone on the bed again. He repeated this several times until some minutes later the phone chimed and he hurriedly sat up and felt for it on his bed. He opened the messaging app again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he read the reply he’d been waiting for the whole night.

“Be there in 30 mins.”

I LOVE CLARK HERE, GOOD FOR YOU. He’s such a good adult looking out for himself! self-loving and self-respecting Clark here everybody.

it took me by surprise (I know you felt it, too) by jessequicksters @jessequicksters​

G - 1,124​

In which Clark and Bruce fall in love in between study sessions, track races, grocery shopping at Whole Foods and romantic student dinner dates, burnt lasagna and all.  

FLUFF, could argue this is a ficlet buuuuut dont care, it goes here.

Towards You by tekowrites

E - 22,607

AU where Clark is a new transfer student at an elite high school, and he encounters Bruce Wayne. Clark doesn't fit in, not anywhere it seems, and his crush on the star of the football team? Only serves to shows how much. Jealous girlfriends, misunderstandings, hormones and lurking trouble are just some of the challenges he's going to face.

I LOVE THIS , basically this fic made want to make a PART 2, just had to find 15+ other fics to add to the list. 

Read the tags, this does contain some heavy topics towards the end

The Game (of Love) by KaizokuHime @kaizokunohime

E -12,288

In WayneTech VR Augmented Gaming, a guild of superheroes has arisen who volunteer to help police that reality. One of these superheroes, Superman, has had a crush on his fellow member, Batman, for many years, but thus far has had little success on asking him out, even as fellow guildmembers. How will their relationship progress? And how intimate can they truly become without knowing the other's identity offline?

A Game You Can't Win gave me hunger for gaming fics, then I found this one and I WANT MORE GAMING FICS

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero @andillwriteyouatragedy

E - 8,354

Clark Kent is a professor at the same university as Bruce Wayne. Not that it matters, because Bruce doesn't really speak with his co-workers - they're there to work with, not befriend. That is, until Clark and Bruce are assigned to teach a class together in the fall, and start spending more and more time together, and Bruce starts to realize, maybe, he just might need a friend - and maybe, he just might need something else, something Clark-specific.

YES YES PROFESSOR TROPE. They are the best together!

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SORTA KINDA MAYBE FITS THE CATEGORY

The Gift by tmelange

E - 5,564

University student Clark Kent is on a field trip to Gotham City where he meets a creature of the night.

VAMPIRE AU, soooo Clark has powers but he is not superman so NO CAPES on his part. Bruce is a Vampire and I’m not really sure if he’s Batman but he’s some sort of vigilante. This felt very AU and sorta? fit the category, so I decided to add it anyways but it’s worth to mention this is an outlier on this list.

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SPECIAL MENTION CAUSE I HAVENT READ THIS ONE BUT IT WAS RECOMMEND TO ME by @just-add-butter​

Spoils of War by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

“If I go with you as a spoil of this pointless war, will you leave?” Bruce stands his ground, terrified and shaking, but he keeps eye contact with the warlord.

“Excuse me?” Kal must be hearing things.

“If I go with you, if I serve you, will you let my people live? Will you let my brother live?”

This is not finished buuuut it’s a Medieval AU. I just need to get myself in the right mindset to read an unfinished fic but will get to it! love what llittlechinesedoll writes.

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FICLETS 

This section was accidental. I like my fics long and rarely read ficlets but here are a few that came across my way when I forgot to set word count filters.

Snapping the Chats by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

G - 2,278

Clark tries to use the Snapchat filters on Bruce.

General Check-up by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

T - 906

One where Brucie is getting a check-up from Thomas Elliot and he touches Bruce more cause Clark is obviously jealous

Subway Providence by the butler @the-butler-fanstuff

G - 400

A short drabble about art I did of Clark and Bruce waiting for the train on a subway platform.

So my first list was me coming across and realizing I love this kind of AUs and this second list is me carefully looking for them! Even tho my 1st list has some of my favorites, I hold this one closer to my heart. Hope you Enjoy it. 

Also if you know of any that I haven’t included on these lists, please I beg you send them my way <3 

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