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noteguk · 3 years

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for science | jhs | m

— summary; in which Hoseok hears through the grapevine that you give one of the best blowjobs ever, and he needs to test it to be sure.

— contents and warnings; blowjob (duh), dirty talk, praising and stupid pet names, cum eating, deepthroating (the oc has no gag reflex), Hoseok finds heaven, kind of crack? Idk don’t take this seriously, college!au, hoseok x reader (with a mention of past Jimin x reader), studying sessions being interrupted in the name of science

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Requested by anon!

Hoseok could be kind of clueless when it came to some science-related things (and his high school biology teacher could attest to that), but one thing he knew very well was the scientific method. All that hypothesis-testing-stuff, or whatever the hell that was (okay, maybe he didn’t know it that well) had taken him out of some trouble in the past. It helped him see some of his decisions in a more experimental light, avoiding the terrible Olympic-somersault-into-conclusions that had gotten so many of his friends into awkward situations. And it shouldn’t even be said that he took quite a bit of pride in that — it made him feel very intelligent and he would take any stroke to the ego that he could get.

So, when Jimin got a bit too tipsy and started babbling on about how you gave him the best blowjob of his life, Hoseok was, at the very least, cautiously skeptical.

“You’re such a drama queen.” Hoseok rolled his eyes before chugging down a bit more of his beer. He was nowhere near as intoxicated as Jimin was, and he wasn’t planning on changing that. It was a Wednesday night, for fuck’s sake. He had to leave some thrill to the end of the week. “It probably was like… alright. Good, even. But the best one ever? Please.”

“It was so much more than alright, dude.” Jimin threw his head over the couch’s back, looking like he just got washed up on the shore. His hair was a mess of clear strands, exploding on his head like a failed science fair experiment. “It was the best suck of my liiiiife. I wish she didn’t hate me so I could have that again.”

He scoffed. Hoseok had enough filter left in him to avoid telling Jimin that the reason why you hated him was entirely his fault — what did he expect from three weeks of ghosting? Besides, if the head was that good, he would surely stick around for just a bit longer than two months. “Sure. Like the time that you almost died riding a roller coaster.”

“Hey. I almost did.” Jimin’s eyes opened, presenting his friend with a dazed-out, unfocused brand of frustration. He was getting tired of not being taken seriously — didn’t Hosoek know that alcohol makes you more honest? He wasn’t making things up. Not when they were as serious as the well-being of his dick, or actual death. “It was some Final Destination bullshit, I’m telling you. Pieces of metal flying and everything.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved it off, leaning closer to Jimin so he could take the almost-empty can of beer from his clumsy hands, and placed it on the center table. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight, man. You have a class at ten tomorrow.”

“I’m serious, dude,” Jimin pressed on. It was past eleven and Hoseok only wanted to sleep, but the other boy was clearly clueless about the lack of mutual interest in that conversation. “Aren’t you two friends or something?”

“Kind of. It’s weird,” Hoseok answered. You two had lingered in a hazy friendship space for a long time now, and he didn’t know exactly how to explain your relationship. He didn’t really consider you two close by any means, but you weren’t strangers or casual friends either. To be honest, he hadn’t thought too much about it until that very moment. “Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

Jimin sighed, fumbling against the sofa. Much to Hoseok’s delight, he was starting to get sleepy as well. “You could ask her to suck you off,” he mumbled, “then you can feel it for yourself.”

He laughed at that, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Jimin, you’re out of your mind if you think that’s not gonna backfire.”

He blinked heavily. “Hm? Why?”

Hoseok blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “We aren’t that close, and we haven’t done anything remotely sexual before this. It would be super creepy.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin spoke lazily, as if the words were starting to get hard to find. There was a pause so long after his sentence that Hoseok thought his roommate had fallen asleep. “I know you guys made out like at the beginning of the semester. Taehyung told me so.”

He was going to murder Taehyung. “It wasn’t like that. We were both drunk and it was super awkward afterwards.” Hoseok got up from the couch, leaving Jimin to groan and spread out his legs over the cushions. “Listen, I’m glad you two had fun, and I’m sorry you ruined it. But I’m not gonna ask ____ to suck me off just so I can know if you’re being dramatic or not.”

Jimin smirked wickedly — or at least tried to, because his lack of facial control wasn’t doing him any favors. “Whatever you say,” he teased, “but I think you’re curious.”

Truth was: Hoseok was beyond curious. The cogs in his head had started to move, and his brain was evoking lewd images of you so fast that he could barely follow. He would be pretending if he said that he never saw you under that light before, but, after the mess that was your makeout session, he had forced himself to jump into the friendzone before he managed to make things worse.

Hoseok liked you very much, even if you two weren’t particularly close. He enjoyed spending time with you, he found you funny, smart, and way out of his league. But he wasn’t delusional enough to believe that you would actually say yes to sucking him off, especially so out of the blue.

“I’m not curious,” Hoseok lied through his teeth, and he wanted to change the subject so much that his head was starting to hurt. “You’re gonna sleep here?”

“Hm… yes… the couch is very comfortable.” Jimin closed his eyes and adjusted his body on the furniture. His baggy shirt was already halfway through his stomach and his pants had ran up to his waist, but the man didn’t seem to notice. “You don’t know what you’re missing out on.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, moving towards the door. He needed to get Jimin some blankets, because the other was surely not getting up for the rest of the night. It was bad enough to babysit him for those few hours of intoxication, but infinitely worse to make him chicken soup if he got sick. Been there, done that. “I’m sure the couch is great.”

Jimin’s voice was soft and sleepy when he spoke up again. Hoseok was already in the corridor, and he almost didn’t hear him when he said, “I’m not talking about the couch.”

Hoseok went to Jimin’s bedroom and grabbed his pillow and the blanket from his undone bed. Meanwhile, scenarios ran wild inside his head, having you as the main star. He didn’t know what was taking over him, but he wasn’t so quick to ignore Jimin’s story. Hoseok was faced with a fantastic scenario of a perfect blowjob, and the idea that it was so close to him was making his pulse quicken. Again: it would be absurd to ask you to do that, regardless of the motive behind it, and he knew that it would be awful for your already-strange friendship.

No, he could never do that. He would not.

But like… what if it worked, and you magically accepted his request? And what if, by some wonderful moment, some millennial alignment of planets, Jimin wasn’t actually being hyperbolic and you actually had the ability to give incredible blowjobs? Could he really let it pass without giving it a shot?

He could see it as a scientific experiment, Hoseok thought, as a way to prove a hypothesis. It couldn’t hurt if he just—

Oh my god, dude, shut the fuck up and forget about this.

Coming back to his senses, Hoseok strutted out of his roommate's bedroom and walked toward the living room. By the time he came back with the blanket and the pillow, Jimin was already deep asleep.

Against his best efforts, that conversation remained stuck to the back of his mind for the next two weeks. Hoseok would find himself going back and forth on the idea of you having some strange, Marvel-worthy superpower when it came to sucking dick and, worst of all, the idea that his skepticism was making him miss out on it. Jimin was exaggerated when it came to, well, pretty much everything, but that didn’t mean that he would be wrong about that specific subject. That would be a logical fallacy, and that was also something that Hoseok knew very well. Bless his late nights on Reddit for that.

Yet as the days moved along, and his curiosity was slowly turning into desire, he was forced to revisit the infamous night between the two of you, the one that Jimin had so mercilessly mentioned. Thinking back on it, it wasn’t surprising that your overconsumption of alcohol, added to the way that you two had grown close (both physically and mentally) had ended up with Hoseok laying on top of you, kissing the soul out of you and fondling your breasts in the middle of a party. It wasn’t the most dignified moment of either of your lives, but, well, it happened.

One way or another, the night didn’t move forward. Even if Hoseok already had a tent in his pants, you two were far too intoxicated to consent, and were quick to fall asleep before the situation could escalate. Bottom line: Hoseok woke up with your tit in his hand, a nightmarish hangover, and the decision that the You-Subject would have to stay on hold for some time.

And on hold it stayed. For an entire semester. And it would’ve remained that way if Jimin’s stupid mouth hadn’t started talking.

So after two weeks of self-inflicted psychological torture, Hoseok slipped a hangout invitation amidst your texts. If you saw any second intentions behind his “haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna hangout? ;)” you didn’t let it show. The problem was that you weren’t really in the mood to go out, especially since you had a big exam coming up, so Hoseok ended up convincing you that he would stay quiet if you let him go over to your place.

It was a bit harder not to notice the desperation in his proposal that time, but you ended up agreeing. Your thought process was that the boy would eventually realize that his hangout attempt was ridiculous and that he would leave you to study by yourself, and the two of you would reschedule that odd friendship session to when you weren’t drowning in textbooks.

The problem was that you had been stupid enough to believe that your friend would actually keep his mouth shut.

Hoseok was seated on the edge of your bed for so long that he was sure that his asscheeks were permanently imprinted on your sheets. Because he hated himself, he kept eyeing the digital clock to your right, and he was certain that he had spent the last fifty two minutes and thirty three seconds staring at the back of your head and trying to come up with a casual way to ask for a blowjob.

He had tried a few times already, and each one constituted of him being unable to finish his sentence, instead looking at you like BooBoo The Fool until you turned back around to face your disorganized desk, sighing and trying to concentrate on your work.

All things considered, he couldn’t actually believe he had escalated Jimin’s sailor tale to that point. He was out of his mind, that was a fact, and he had absolutely no clue how you would react once he (if he) found the words to ask you to sacrifice your mouth for science.

God, he was an idiot.

He cleared his throat and got ready to try one more time. “So… I…”

You sighed heavily and turned around on the chair. “Hobi, this is the fifth time you’re starting a sentence and not finishing it,” you said, annoyed. “Can you tell me what the problem is? I have a test in two days and you promised you wouldn’t interrupt me if you came over.”

“I’m sorry,” he didn’t like feeling like a kid being scolded, even if he kind of deserved that. Hoseok guessed it would be better to just take off the band-aid before he made an even bigger fool out of himself. “Let me just, like, explain the context of this. Otherwise it’s going to be even more strange.”

Dropping your pen, you fully swirled the chair around, crossing your hands over your legs. He wasn’t expecting your complete attention anytime soon, and the seriousness in your stare made his courage falter for a second. It was such a stupid idea, you’d just end up hating him like you did Jimin. “As long as you make it quick,” you told him.

Hoseok hesitated, running one hand through his hair. “Yeah, okay, so… like, a few weeks ago I was talking to Jimin,” he started, watching your face for any signal of an expression — confusion, disgust, anything. But he found nothing. “We were drunk, and he started talking about the time that you two were together. Like, sexually.”

You blinked, unfazed. “And?”

“And… he told me that you give, like, the best blowjobs in history,” the words left his mouth before he could fully digest them. This time, he got a reaction out of you — a light raise of your eyebrows. “And, no offense, but I didn’t believe him. You know how extra he is about some stuff. Most stuff.”

There was a moment of silence as you waited for him to go on, but Hoseok was too busy swallowing his thoughts down and feeling like he would collapse at any given moment. You sighed. “So what? You wanted to tell me that you don’t believe in my blowjob abilities? That’s all? Can I go back to studying now?”

“No, that’s…” Now, things were starting to get complicated. Just take off the band-aid, Hoseok, don’t chicken out now. “I wanted to know if you could show me. Like, if you could suck me off. So I could... confirm that hypothesis.”

Every part of his brain was suddently hyperaware of how fucking stupid he just sounded. He had expected that another thick silence would follow, but his heart almost leaped out of your chest when you started laughing at him — like, full-chest, eyes closing, head rolling back laughing. “Are you serious?” You asked, taking one hand to cover your mouth before, at last, bursting out again. He felt like his ego was being stabbed with a rusty nail. “I can’t believe you, Hoseok. Took you all this time just to ask me if I could suck you off? For science?”

His mouth felt like it was full of cotton and he had to clear his throat before he found the force to answer you. “Yeah, I mean, only if you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he struggled to say, each word morphing into the next. His stomach had frozen up and the flight or fight response was starting to kick in. Had he really been that much of an idiot? When did his cock start dictating his words? “I… I know this is like, super creepy. I’m sorry. We can forget this ever happened and I’ll never talk to you again. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Suddenly sad, he waited as you settled back on the chair, wiping a small tear from the corner of your eye before you stared at him. There was still a smirk crawling up your lips, and he felt like the world was collapsing all around him as the silence expanded around the two of you. He looked at the digital clock: it had taken him precisely three minutes to ruin everything.

He sighed, shoulders falling. “Do you hate me? Why are you so quiet?”

You bit down on your lip, your eyes narrowing as you took his form in. Hoseok was hot: point blank. He was also nice, and respectful enough to realize that he might have overstepped a few lines with his request — and, even if you couldn’t really understand it, you also weren’t bothered by it. And you certainly didn’t hate him. In a way, you were almost flattered. You would’ve been more if the comment had come from anyone else but your Danny Phantom ex. But that was a different story.

The entire situation was just too funny to let it go. And, besides, you really wouldn’t mind sucking Hoseok off. It wasn’t as if you had never thought about that before.

“I’m... considering it,” you told him, watching as his face lit up in a mixture of confusion and joy. He looked like a kid seeing Santa for the first time. “If you promise to shut up and let me study, I’ll do it. And if you agree to never talk about it again.”

Hoseok blinked profusely, his mind short circuiting. “For real?”

“Yeah.” You raised from your chair, walking closer to your bed. Hoseok swallowed hard and leaned back, placing his hands on the mattress for support. “But do me a favor: if it’s not that good, don’t tell me. It’ll hurt me.”

“Yeah, alright.” He swallowed dry, every neuron in his brain trying to grasp what the fuck had just happened. His mind was the Spongebob office being set on fire, and he suddenly didn’t know how to deal with the anticipation booming in his chest. “I’m... not hard yet, though.”

“It’s okay.” You kneeled in front of him, placing your hands on his inner thighs and slightly pushing them apart. Hoseok quickly got the cue, and opened a bit more so you could comfortably place yourself between them. “Just... relax,” your voice was almost a whisper then, and he felt his soul trying to leave him. That was insane. “Let me take care of you.”

Your words managed to make him relax a bit, then he tensed all the way back at the feeling of your hands fumbling with his button. His breath hitched as you pulled the zipper down, fingers hooking on the edge of his pants before tugging them down his thighs.

He felt exposed as his pants fell like a puddle around his ankles, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as you leaned in. Hosoek felt like he was dreaming when you started nibbling at his skin, kissing and licking his inner thighs as you slowly made your way closer to his aching member.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he barely got out before sighing, the tingles of your caresses on his skin shooting directly towards his cock, already semi-hard.

You flicked your eyes up at him, humming against his thigh muscles. You were now so dangerously close to his underwear that he thought he would lose consciousness. “Were you daydreaming about it or something?” You teased.

Maybe in a different position, he would’ve lied about it. But the truth came out before he could hold it back. “Ever since Jimin told me that, yeah,” he said.

“Hmm… hope I live up to the expectation, then,” you purred, looking up at him with those doll-like eyes. Hoseok suddenly felt like he was losing his balance, his entire body burning in desire and expectancy. You looked like another one of his horny daydreams, but you were kneeling right there, in arms reach, and he didn’t know how he would deal with what was about to ensue.

Your mouth was hovering above his clothed cock before he could notice and, delicately, you leaned down to place a kiss on it. The touch was tender, almost numb with the fabric standing between you two, and yet Hoseok shivered, biting down on his lip as one of your hands enveloped his erection. He watched, mesmerized, as you started lazily stroking him through his underwear, leaning your head to the side so you could place heavy kisses on him, at times giving his tip a few kitten licks until it was covered by a thin layer of your saliva.

The sensation left him on edge, silently begging for more. By the time you moved back so you could undress him, Hoseok was a mess of shallow breaths and heavy swallows; his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as pleasure started to build up at the corners of his perception. Biting back a moan of relief, Hoseok raised his hips as you slowly pulled his underwear downward, allowing for his cock to spring free from its confinement. You had done a good job teasing him, because it was already fully hard when it bounced against his abdomen, red-tipped and leaking.

His gaze oscillated between your face and his cock, watching for any reaction as you took one hand to his length, squeezing him firmly. “Fuck,” he let out a grunt, his overwhelmed body responding to the smallest of touches.

You smirked at his reaction, taking a quick glimpse at his devastated features before moving back to what you were doing. Hoseok was so cute, you thought, liking the way he was so responsive.

A shudder ran up Hoseok’s body when your tongue came out between your lips, placing delicate licks on his base. He loved the feeling of your warm muscle against his hardened member, his mind growing eager as you began tracing a path upwards, flattening your tongue against him. His breathing was ragged by the time that you reached his crown, a hum escaping your throat as you lazily swirled your tongue around his tip, covering him with your saliva.

You took your time caressing his slit with your mouth, waiting until he was cursing and panting before you finally wrapped your lips around him. At first, you only took his tip in your mouth, sucking so slowly that Hoseok whined and buckled his hips from the bed, trying to make you move faster.

Wordlessly, you simply placed your palm against his thigh and pressed him back down. Even if that was the last thing he wanted to do, Hoseok accepted your order and settled back against the mattress, grunting as you continued to tease him.

“Please, put it all in,” he begged, starting to lose his trail of thought. “This is torture.”

And maybe another day you would have taken a bit more time torturing him, but, that afternoon, you were kind of in a rush to finish studying. So you complied.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.” His eyes shut and his head was thrown back as you fully sank down on his cock, your tongue flat against him. Before he could stop himself, his hand flew to your hair, yanking at the strands as you moved back up, your hand pumping the parts of him that you couldn’t reach.

“God, your mouth feels so great…” He moaned, back arching as you reached his tip once again, licking it before sinking back down — you took him just a bit deeper that time, and the motion didn’t pass by unnoticed. He was really starting to believe Jimin, and he wondered if maybe he should’ve been more worried about the entire rollercoaster situation. “Ah, that’s it. Just like that.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations making him cry out, desperate. Hoseok couldn’t hold himself back from moving closer to the edge of the bed, his other hand clenching your bedsheets between his fingers as you continued to swallow his cock like it belonged in the hot confinement of your mouth.

“Oh— oh my god, baby,” he grunted, pulling at the strands of your hair. His mind was starting to get hazy, his chest fluttering in a mess of sighs and heavy breaths every time that you sank down on his member; every time you flicked your tongue against his sentitive slit or pumped his base. “That’s really good, you take my cock so well.”

You looked up just to see the mess that Hoseok had turned into. With his mouth parted and eyes glazed over, he looked like he was about to fall apart at any second. He was watching you in complete awe, his eyebrows falling to form a beautiful frown of concentration; tongue coming out to lick his lips. He was so fucked out that you felt yourself getting riled up by his image, a pool of wetness accumulating between your thighs.

“You look so pretty like this.” He exhaled, unaware of his own words. Hoseok was too busy following your swollen, redden lips as they wrapped around his member, your cheeks hollowing after you sucked him with all that you had. Even the small amount of droll around your mouth was enough to make him throb in your hold, a grunt escaping him. “With these — fuck — those pretty lips around my cock, shit. I could watch you forever.”

You hummed around his member again at his words, the vibrations shooting directly at his core, where a rising heat had dangerously grown stronger, signaling his upcoming orgasm. Hoseok loved the way you actually looked like you were enjoying yourself, moaning and whimpering around his cock as you took all of him in your mouth, eyes closing every time he throbbed inside you. The eagerness in which you took him in, like you were starving for his cock, was one of the filthiest images that Hoseok had ever seen, and it was one that he knew would haunt his dreams for the years to come.

When you removed his cock from your mouth with a dirty wet sound, Hoseok was about to complain before he saw you licking down his length, one of your hands holding his cock away from your face as your tongue started to play with his balls. It was an odd feeling, but not an unwelcomed one, and it kept him on edge for a little while longer while you played with him.

With a timid whimper, you looked up at him as you licked your way back up to his tip. The image was so hot that he almost fainted, a deep moan escaping his throat when you took him back inside your delicious mouth.

And the truth was clearer than Hoseok had ever expected: Jimin was right.

“Fuck, babe, how did you get this good?” Hoseok grunted, trying his best to focus on the picture-perfect image of your lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. He could tell that his release was starting to build up at an alarming rate, his thighs growing weaker every time you took him inside you. “Oh my- Ngh! Fuck! Oh my god!”

Hoseok’s mind was wiped clean when he felt his tip hitting the back of your throat, his hips buckling up as your throat clenched around him. He was pretty sure he was in heaven then — if he focused, he could hear angels singing all around him — , his pleasure overtaking every cell of his body as you continued sucking the soul out of him.

“Holy fuck, do that again,” he begged, his voice much higher than before. You didn’t need to be asked twice, because, within a second, he was crying out at the feeling of your throat wrapping around his cock one more time; his hands holding tightly to the roots of your hair. The only reason why Hoseok hadn’t started fucking your mouth yet was because he wanted to have you in control, giving him the best head of his life without any interruption. “Fuck, fuck— Baby, you’re so fucking good at this, fuck.”

There was a vague raising of his hips to meet your movements, making him hit the back of your throat again and again, the lewd sounds you were making filling the room. Nothing in his life had ever compared to that instant, he had ever felt a pleasure as great as he did at that point, and he knew it was about to snap.

“God, I’m gonna cum,” he sobbed, finally closing his eyes and letting the pleasure take over. “Fuck, you’re so good, I’m gonna—“

Hoseok filled your mouth with his cum, dripping down your throat when you swallowed around him. His head was spinning and his muscles were trembling, and that time he was unable to hold himself back from thrusting up against your mouth, trying to prolong that divine sensation for as long as he could before, at last, collapsing against the mattress with a final, shaky moan.

He barely heard you when you got up to your feet, his mind floating above his body as he tried to get himself back together. With the little force that he still had inside him, Hoseok leaned on his elbows and stared at you like you were made of gold. “Fuck, ____.” He breathed out, and the only thing he could say was, “What the fuck?”

You giggled at his reaction, thumb cleaning a bit of cum that had painted the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate your feedback,” you teased, pointing over your shoulder, to where your desk stood, forgotten. “Now that you have your answer, can I study in peace?”

“Y-Yeah, sure,” he struggled to say. “I’ll... stay quiet.”

You smiled brightly. “Thanks!”

He thought about thanking you right back for giving him the best orgasm of his life, but he thought that would make everything much more pathetic. So he didn’t.

Hoseok eventually found the motivation within him to put his cock back inside his underwear, clumsily pulling his pants back up. He found himself in the same position he was before everything went down: dumbfounded, staring at the back of your head as you worked on your textbook. The red numbers on the clock told him that just ten minutes had passed, and yet his life had completely changed.

All that he wanted was to return the favor — it was the fair exchange, after all. Hoseok sat up at the edge of the bed and spoke up, filled by a newfound courage. “Wait. Don’t you want me to take ca—”

“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok.”

His mouth fell shut and his courage deflated just as quickly. Maybe another time.

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pennylanewrites · 3 years

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I got seven different asks about the College AU so here are some headcanons I have about them! (imagine aiura is in the picture I couldn’t find a good one with all of them)

I definitely didn’t mean to make this so long but I can’t help it I love them all so much<3

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Saiki Kusuo

→ marine!!!biology!!!major!!!!!!!!

→ doesn’t need to study but he still does bc he finds marine life so fascinating

→ read all of his textbooks on the first day bc he was so excited eeeek

→ always wears his germanium ring in class so he can stay hashtag focused

→ him and aiura have to bail toritsuka(didn’t go to college) out of jail once a month

→ speaking of aiura, she somehow has convinced him to go on a date on five different occasions

→ i think after high-school he realised he didn’t mind a kind of casual not-relationship with her

→ lets her hug him to greet him and sometimes he hugs back bc college boys stare a lot and he is just worried for her okay?

→ maybe I’m just projecting bc I kin aiura

→ does not go to parties unless he absolutely has to

→ if he does go to a party he’ll drink something quietly in a corner, just watching the crowd

→ a perv laced Teruhashi’s drink and almost lured her up the stairs so of fucking course Kusuo sprinted to help her, holding her on the way home bc men are drawn to her like bees to honey

→ she didn’t let him live it down ever

→ he rented a studio apartment and keeps it super clean, minimum clutter but enough to look lived in

→ cooks amazing food that Nendo smells from upstairs and next thing you know, they’re all bringing chairs to Kusuo’s apartment and have dinner

→ nothing excuses the fact he makes at least eight servings every time–

→ such a dad to everyone honestly

→ usually studies at a library or teleports back home if there’s a big test

→ mrs. saiki was banned from visiting every two days but she still ends up there somehow

→ not that he minds bc he’s the biggest mama’s boy ever

→ probably graduates a year early

→ doesn’t move away even though he got a job at the aquarium at the other side of the city help–

Kaidou Shun

→ fine arts major you can NOT change my mind

→ doesn’t do good in theoretical subjects but mans can draw some good bowls of fruit

→ wears those stained from the paints t-shirts all the time bc ‘no they’re not dirty it’s art!’

→ him and aren have small designated spaces in their apartment so they can focus on their hobbies/studying

→ his corner at the living room has newspapers on the floor to protect it from the splattering paint, some canvases propped up on the wall and a lot of unfinished projects

→ hides all of them when Nendou comes over

→ can not cook or clean to save his life

→ so he calls his mum to help clean up when Aren is at work

→ got over his 8th grader syndrome at some point

→ still wears red bandages bc he’s edgy

→ volunteers at the neighborhood exhibit centre

→ got asked to showcase his own works for a night and hasn’t shut up about it since

→ goes to yumehara for relationship advice and braids her hair as a thank you

→ couples sleepovers with Yumehara and Teruhashi (yes they’re dating shut up)

→ always makes something for Aren at special occasions (birthdays, anniversaries etc)

→ at first he went back home every saturday bc he missed his family :(

→ Aren helps him get over it though!!!!

Nendou Riki

→ got in on a sports scholarship

→ we already know he couldn’t be accepted in a college otherwise

→ in the chiropractic major bc he wants to be one of those athlete doctors

→ has failed way too many exams and classes

→ Hairo helps him so much though!!!

→ the last one in the group to graduate but somehow gets a job first (excluding Saiki)

→ him and hairo get up at 5 am for jogging or to hit the gym

→ and then he goes and gets noodles bc ‘if noodles aren’t for breakfast why do shops open at 6 am?’

→ hasn’t stepped foot in class in months

→ he gets decent grades after failing the first semester and it’s totally not Saiki’s doing

→ he ends up signing up for way too many clubs

→ attends all of the meetings and has so many friends through them

→ I would be his friend too in college honestly

→ a fraternity wanted to get him bc he’s so good at sports

→ he declined bc he does not understand how fraternities even work

→ is the life of EVERY SINGLE PARTY change my mind you can’t

→ whatever you do don’t imagine nendo surprising his boyfriend with flowers after every practice

→ *dies cutely*

Kuboyasu Aren

→ SOCIOLOGY MAJOR

→ idk I just think he would enjoy Marx’s Capital

→ debate club? hell yeah

→ gets in philosophical conversations at the school yard for HOURS

→ kaidou has to drag him away

→ only shops at thrift stores and makes coffee at home bc “capitalism is not accepted in this household”

→ rides his motorcycle to college even though he lives five minutes away

→ grew his hair out in a mullet again and he looks *chef’s kiss*

→ thought he would be moving too fast if he asked Kaidou to rent an apartment together

→ aiura convinced him it was fine

→ cooks kaidou’s favorite foods every day

→ participates in student rallies, human rights protests etc etc

→ comes home with bruises and kaidou thinks he looks so hot but still yells at him

→ Aren’s favorite place to study is his balcony or at a coffee shop

→ always with kaidou! cute boyfriends who do everything together!!

→ gets so drunk when they go out

→ drunk karaoke with kokomi yes yes yes

Hairo Kineshi

→ did someone say Athletic Training?

→ does every single sport and is amazing at it

→ will cheer for his bf if they have a game at the same time though

→ it was his idea to move in together bc ‘hey we’ve been dating for three years now might as well’

→ volunteers at a nearby elementary as a coach for the kids

→ SO GOOD WITH KIDS

→ wants to be a P.E. Teacher and he’s going to be great at it

→ does everything he can at campus

→ helping random clubs, making posters, cleaning up the hallways, helping the cheer squad with their new routine

→ dances ballet as a hobby even though he’s so good at it that he could be a professional

→ makes everything a competition with Nendo so they never get bored

→ once made everyone get up to jog with them and they ended up sleeping on random benches while Hairo and Nendo were halfway across town

→ will punch someone if he sees them catcalling a girl

→ doesn’t drink at all and eats super healthy

→ designated driver for the group’s outings downtown

Aiura Mikoto

→ THEATER MAJOR

→ is so good at stage acting it’s unreal

→ lands the lead role almost every time

→ is also an amazing singer so she gets great roles in musicals as well

→ doesn’t have to get a job bc she gets all her money from doing readings on campus

→ gets coffees and pastries from all the coffee shops around campus and sits Kusuo down so he can taste them

→ they have a little taste-testing date in his apartment until they decide none of them are as good as the ones at Cafe Mami

→ she totally doesn’t make him teleport there every morning and he totally doesn’t listen to her

→ moved in with chiyo bc they wanted a nice place that they couldn’t afford on their own

→ teruhashi told them to move in with her but they already loved their little place

→ aiura’s bedroom is the most comfortable and cozy room ever

→ their apartment is also the hang out spot for the group bc it’s just so homey

→ hangs out with her theatre group a lot, especially after class

→ they can’t compare to her friends though:(

→ everyone goes to her when they’re worried and she loves it bc she’s the mummy of the group

→ she makes everyone coffee and their comfort food before big exams:)

Yumehara Chiyo

→ psychology major one thousand percent

→ you know how they say that people choose psychology bc they don’t know what major they want?

→ that’s exactly what happened except she fell in love with it immediately

→ such a good student!!!

→ always does her assignments on time and still manages to have a social life

→ teruhashi asked her out at the end of their first semester and that’s the first time chiyo missed a deadline

→ practically lives with teruhashi, insisting it’s just to leave aiura alone

→ she’s just IN LOVE OKAY?????

→ would want to be a sorority girl at first

→ changed her mind when she realized how much shit they all talked

→ her and kaidou drink wine and talk about their relationships and studies

→ she’s so sleep deprived it’s unreal

→ she doesn’t need sleep anymore though

→ coffee is her best friend

→ makes asks Aiura for readings twice a week

→ brings all her psychology friends home and they analyze their textbooks

→ once she got the hang of it, she decided to examine Kusuo

→ she told him he needs actual medical evaluation

→ he almost threw her out the window when she offered some Xanax for his nerves

→ chiyo is a neat freak one hundred percent

→ hates when Aiura throws everything on the floor, but she loves cleaning

→ opens her own office after school

Teruhashi Kokomi

→ PRE-MED

→ lesbian doctor :)

→ just wanted to get away from her perv brother at first

→ she always wanted to be a doctor though, preferably a neurosurgeon

→ she’s super duper smart and hates when she gets good grades bc of her good looks:(

→ makes it her goal to show her professors that she’s more than a beautiful girl

→ hasn’t failed a single exam

→ helps everyone with their studies even though she’s drowning in work

→ drops the perfect girl image at college and decides she should try and aim for something normal

→ gets invited to every single party

→ in a knitting club bc it would get disbanded without one more member

→ knits!!!matching!!!sweaters!!!for all of her friends!!!

→ asked Chiyopipi out while drunk

→ never regretted it though

→ her and aren get so drunk when they go out with the group

→ it’s honestly unreal how much they can drink before passing out

→ has to get carried home

→ wakes up after getting drunk and runs to her class before remembering it’s Sunday

→ her penthouse has the perfect view of the sunset and sunrise and is all she could ask for in life

→ does get lonely so she’s practically living with Chiyo and Aiura

→ once she realized she didn’t like boys she made it her goal to get Saiki and Aiura together

→ people wonder how she has so much time to play matchmaker and volunteer while she’s in premed

→ does her internship at a hospital

→ ends up working there as a neurosurgeon after her Doctorate degree

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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What is a recurring thought on your mind today? lol it’s 5 in the morning and I’m thinking about getting more egg rolls for lunch. I had been craving them for awhile and finally had some last night and now I want more. Have you had any confrontations with anyone lately? No. What is the last charity you donated to? A cancer research charity. Do you feel all fuzzy and good when you do a good deed? It does feel good to do good. Don’t ya just hate foot cramps? I wouldn’t know, but I get stomach cramps and they’re not fun at all, so I imagine a foot cramp isn’t either.

Would you say you have an infectious laugh? I don’t think so. Shouldn’t you be doing something else right now? Sleeping, but c’mon when do I ever go to bed before 7 or 8AM anymore? Do you have anything planned for the summer? Couldn’t do anything this summer. I’m so glad we’re in August though and summer is almost overrrrrr. What is something you worry about often? Health related things. Constantly. Are there any mountains nearby where you live? No. Did you like to collect frogspawn as a kid? No. Do you walk fast or slow? I’m a fast wheeler I’m told. Do you keep birthday cards or throw them out? I keep them. I don’t get very many anymore, though. Would you consider yourself healthy? Both mind and body. Nope, not in any way. Do you play any team sports? Nope. If so, which position do you play? - Does sitting in waiting rooms drive you insane? Yes. I’m very impatient and the waiting just makes me more anxious. What form of public transport do you use most often? I don’t take any public transportation anymore, but I used to take the bus sometimes in college. Would you consider yourself an adrenaline junkie? Ha, no. Do you ever go onto ‘failblog’? I’m not familiar with that. Have you ever been arrested? If so, why? No. Do you ever put sticky notes around the place to remind yourself of things? No. I use the reminder app on my phone and/or write it down on my marker board. Would you eat a spider for $50? Absolutely NOT. Nopeeeeeee. Would you rather be a kangaroo or a koala? Koala, I guess. What is a common slang word from where you live? ”Hella” used to be a very Californian thing, but everyone says it now so I don’t know. Do you keep your fingers on the home keys when you type? I don’t type the proper way. I’ve been on the computer and typing since I was a kid, I even took a typing class, but I still don’t type the proper way haha. How I type works for me, though, sooo. *shrug* Are you easy to talk to? People have told me that. Can you juggle with more than two items? I can’t juggle. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I tried to juggle. Has anyone ever assumed you can’t speak English? No, but people have assumed that I speak Spanish. Do you live in a rural or an urban area? Urban. At airports do you ever worry your luggage won’t arrive? It crossed my mind. Do your parents ever call you ‘pet’ or ‘sweetheart’ etc? Not those two specifically, but other terms of endearment. We have our own that we’ve made up for each other as well. If so, does it annoy you? No, not at all. Do you like jalapenos? I loved ‘em, but I can’t eat spicy food anymore. :( What other windows have you currently got opened? Just this one. What woke you up this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but when I get up it’ll be well past morning. I don’t even go to bed until the morning. :/ Who else is in the same building as you? My parents, brother, and doggo are home as well. Would you like a penny farthing bicycle? A what? Your name? Stephanie. Would you ever consider visiting Ireland? Sure. Would you like to visit Venice? Yes. Did you ever eat leaves when you were a kid? Uh, no. I wasn’t the kid who played in leaf piles or played with/ate dirt or anything. What is the largest body of water near your hometown? California is near the Pacific. Do you have any flags in your house? Yes. Are there any ‘keep off the grass’ signs where you live? Not in my neighborhood that I know of, but yeah some public places in town do. Have you ever walked on the grass with such a sign? No. Are you double-jointed? My thumbs are. At school which area of science did you prefer: biology/chemistry/physics? I managed to get by in science, but it wasn’t my favorite. Which did you prefer between geography/history? History. Have you ever had a main part in a play? No. Are there any musical instruments in the room you’re in? No. Can you name a difference between RNA and DNA? Uhhh. I’m blanking. Do you know anyone who owns a farm? No. Have you ever driven a tractor? No. Does the smell of the countryside bother you? It’s quite pungent, ha. I guess if you live out there you get used to it, but anytime I drive through the country I just gag. Do you drink more water or juice? Water. I don’t drink juice at all.

Sweater weather or tank top weather? Which do you prefer. Sweater weather, most definitely. Have you ever kissed a Zachary? No. Do you hate when people try to embarrass you? Uh, well yeah. Do you like in October when a bunch of haunted places open up? I don’t go to any, but yeah. I just love spooky season in general. Did you tell someone you loved them today? Not so far. Do you watch the show Ghost Adventures? No. My dad watches it, though, so I’ve seen parts of it here and there. What color are your curtains in your bedroom? Dark blue. Are you superstitious? I do the knock on wood thing, but I think that’s really just out of habit. Is there a cat in the room you’re in right now? No, I don’t have a cat. What’s your favorite thing to do on the weekend? I don’t do anything different from weekdays. All my days are the same. Do you have your license? No. Do you still watch cartoons? I still watch Rugrats, Doug, and Hey Arnold. And animated movies. Do you like to cook? Only ramen. Do you drink? Nope. Do you smoke? Nope. Where do you buy your clothes? Hot Topic, Boxlunch, Adidas website, and Kohl’s. Do you enjoy going to the movies? Yes. I miss being able to go. Are you still in school? Nopeeee, I’m done. Do you like cupcakes? Yes.

What makes you sad? A lot of things. I’m also just a sad, sleepy, sensitive soul as I like to say. Are you an animal lover? Yes. Are you hot-headed? I’m not quick to anger, but I do get irritated and frustrated quite easily. Do you have any siblings? I have 2 brothers. Are you afraid of snakes? YES. Do you have any pets? Yes, I have a doggo. <3 What color are your eyes? Brown. How bout your hair? I dye it red, but it’s naturally dark brown. How tall are you? Like 5′4. Who do you live with? My parents, brother, and doggo. Is there anything you want to ask anyone right now? No. Do you have kids? No. Do you love your family? Yes. They’re my world. What color hair do you prefer on the gender of your choice? I don’t really care. How bout eye color? Blue and green eyes are gorgeous. Do you have a job? If so, what? No. What is your dream job? I don’t have one. :/ What did you “wanna be” when you were a little kid? A teacher. What’s your favorite kind of movie? Psychological thrillers, horror, drama, romcoms, comedy, some action/adventure, /sci-fi... I like a variety. Are you gay, straight, bi, lesbian, asexual, or not sure? Straight. What kind of music is your favorite? I like variety. Do you play any instruments or sing? What kind? No. Have you ever been to a concert? If so, what was your favorite one? Yeah, several. I enjoyed them all, concerts are just awesome. It’s a cool experience. Are you more negative or more positive? Negative. Well, for myself. I can be positive for others. Have you ever been depressed? I have chronic depression. How are you feeling, dear? Tired and crappy. Mhm and how’s the weather where you’re at? It’s 6AM and it’s already 64F. Okay and have you been healthy lately? No. Are you in middle school, high school, college, graduate? I’m done with school. What is/was your favorite class? English was always my favorite and then in college I was able to take psych courses, which is also what I majored in, so I liked those. Have you made any life altering decisions lately? No. Where is your favourite place to get pizza? This local place.

Do you have any physical traits that are bothering you lately? My hair.

What is the closest store to you? A grocery store. Do you have any songs currently stuck in your head? Not at the moment. Have you made a CV? No. I had to Google what a CV was. Where is the last place you applied for a job? (If you have) I haven’t. Are you photogenic? Nope. Are there any concert venues where you live? Yes. Are you annoyed at anyone these days? I’m always annoyed with myself. Which continent would you most like to travel to and why? Europe. There’s a ton of places I’d like to visit. Have you ever/would you ever do volunteer work? I’ve done a lot of volunteer work. Do you know anyone that has died in a road accident? No. Do you know which career path you want to follow? No. Are there a lot of tourists where you live? No. There’s not shit to do or see of interest here. My state is a touristy state, though. Any plans for your next birthday? This year I obviously just stayed home, but my family made it nice. My brother got me coffee, breakfast, and a coffee cake from my favorite place, my mom, brother, and I watched this new creepy movie, You Should Have Left, then we just hung out until dinnertime, which was my fave, Wingstop, and then I opened presents.

Do you have to use public transport often? Not at all anymore, but when I was in college I had to take the bus sometimes. Does your house have an alarm? Yes. Have you ever asked someone out on a date? No. Whose grave did you last visit? My dog, Brandie, is buried in our backyard. My dad made a really nice gravesite for her. What’s something someone can do that makes you melt? A guy that can play the piano. What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first? The first thing after paying off debts would be a new house for my family and I. What’s your greatest fear? Death, disease, bugs, clusters. <<<< SAME. Gaaaaah the last one just made my skin crawl from seeing the word. Those are just a few of many fears for me. Has anyone upset you in the last week? Yes. What’s the best thing about you? I like my cheesy, corny sense of humor. What’s your favorite drink? Coffee. What are you going to do tomorrow? Same stuff I do everyday. What are you craving? I want more egg rolls like I had last night. How did you sleep last night? I don’t ever feel like I slept well. I never wake up feeling well rested. Does that really happen for people cause I can’t relate.

What was the first thing you thought this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet.

If your favorite food gave you pain, made you have acne, etc., would you still eat it? I’d just have to eat it less often and less of it. Unless it made me really sick or something or was very intense and unpleasant. Like I can’t have spicy food at all anymore except for the weak hot sauce that has like less than 2% of anything, but even that I can only have a little bit of. I can’t drench my food in it, just light dips. It sucks cause I used to be obsessed with spicy food, and I used to eat really spicy stuff.

Have you ever been judged on something you wore? Yeah.

Are you a timid person? Yes.

Think QUICK what word begins with c? Coffee!

Are you a funny person? I think I have my funny moments and now and then and trust me, when they happen I make sure to own ‘em cause they’re rare haha. Be honest, do you go for looks more or personality? Personality is the most important, looks only go so far. Personality goes on a much deeper level and who a person is matters a lot more to me than their looks. That being said, I can’t say looks don’t matter at all. I also want to add that a good personality can add to someone’s attractiveness.

Ever been so upset but didn’t understand why? Yeah. I get these moody moods that are sometimes triggered, but there’s a lot of times where they seem to just come on out of nowhere. I suppose it’s the depression, but like I can be having a decent day and then suddenly I’ll feel my mood changing and nothing in that moment changed that would seem to cause the sudden change. I just feel it coming on and once it does, I can’t stop it. My emotions very much control me.

Are you a flirty person? No. I can be if I’m interested in someone and I’m comfortable around them enough to be flirty. Though, it’s probably subtle.

Are you homophobic? No.

Ever had a rumor spread about you? No.

Has anyone ever pulled your pants down in public? Nooo.

Ever had the ‘birds and the bees’ talk with your parents? Yeah.

How would you react if someone said you ruined their life? Wow. I would feel extremely bad and shitty to say the least.

Are you a sympathetic person? Yes. I’m also very empathetic.

Ballet dance or hip hop dance? If I could, I would have tried hip hop. What’s currently bothering you right now? My stomach.

What is the most athletic you’ve done? When I had to participate in my adaptive PE classes. That’s literally the only time.

Do you remember the first conversation you ever had with the person you currently have feelings for? I don’t have those kinds of feelings for anyone at the moment.

Do you like to drink herbal tea? Yeah, now and then. I’m not a big tea drinker.

If you’re home alone, do you still close/lock the door when you use the bathroom? No.

What your favorite thing to have on toast? Butter.

Has anyone ever hung up on you? Yeah, but only like telemarketers and wrong numbers.

Have you ever been to a concert? Several. Hasn’t this come up a couple times? Maybe I’m getting the surveys confused, I’m tired.

Can you speak more than one language? If so, what other language(s)? Not fluently, just some Spanish.

Are you talking to anyone right now? No.

If so, how do you feel about them? -

Do you know anyone who skateboards? Not anymore.

Do you ever sing when you’re alone? Yeah.

What’s the stupidest song you’ve listened to today? I have’t listened to any stupid songs. I don’t listen to music I’d consider stupid. Are you listening to music, currently? No.

How do you feel about the song? - When someone teases you do you frown or give an amazing comeback? My family and I playfully tease each other and sometimes I’ll come up with something funny and clever to say, but there’s times where I’m just like -____- and say like, “har-har very funny” haha or something lame like that. Do you think you can sing? I know I can’t sing well at all, but I still like to anyway to myself.

Do you have any talent? No.

Do you think you’re better looking than some other people? No.

Do you like dancing? I like head bobbing and moving my shoulders/arms/hands, ha. And sometimes I attempt (very badly) to do some TikTok dances haha. Privately, though. I’d never recored myself and share it with the public, major yikes.

What’s your favorite zoo animal? Giraffes.

How is your hair currently styled? It’s up in a messy bun.

How long are your showers (on average)? Like 30-40 minutes.

East or West? West.

What did you do last night? Binged some Step by Step on Hulu until 1AM-ish, then I made my ramen and watched some YouTube videos while I ate, then I played some Animal Crossing for a bit, and then I scrolled through Tumblr for awhile, and then I did some surveys and listened to ASMR, which is what I’m still doing now.

Do you like your music loud? I like it at a comfortable volume. Some songs I have a little louder than others, just depends.

What are you allergic to? Tangerines. I also have seasonal allergies.

Do you ever stay up late just to be awake I have insomnia, but yeah I do stay up later than I should. Like, I could attempt sleep a little sooner than I do.

What do you want to name your children? I don’t want to have kids.

Would you ever write a letter to someone you haven’t met yet, like your future spouse? Nah.

Did the last movie you watched make you cry? No. It was a psychological thriller, it was trippy.

Are you a good swimmer? Nope, I can’t swim.

What are you always thinking about? Health stuff.

Is science your favorite subject? Well, psychology is a science. When you’re really worked up, what do you do to relax? Listen to ASMR.

Would you rather spend the day watching movies or on an intense hike? Uh, watching movies. Definitely. I can’t go hiking anyway, but I wouldn’t want to do anything intense or outdoors.

Did you ever try the cereal Special K? Yeah, there’s nothing special about it.

Think of the last person you kissed, was it memorable? Yeah.

You have the choice of being poor but happy, or rich but miserable. Which is it? Poor and happy.

Do you think girls with short hair are less good looking than those with long hair? Uh, no? There’s a lot of beautiful people with short hair and there’s a lot of beautiful people with long hair.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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imagine-the-matsu · 5 years

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University teacher Au! The matsu's reaction to s/o visiting them during a class of thiers

Gonna tag @ask-akatsuka-u since it is their au.

Osomatsu- poli sci

Karamatsu- english

Choromatsu- works in archives

Ichimatsu- biology

Jyushimatsu- psychology

Todomatsu- History

Osomatsu: looks at the door as it opens up. "What are you doing here?" He asks you. "I was hoping we could have lunch together but I think I got the time wrong." You say quietly, seeing that people were in the middle of testing. "Yeah, lunch isn't for another 45 minutes." He chuckles. "May I sit in here until then?" You ask. "Sure." He smiles as you take his seat at the front of the class.

Karamatsu: you stare on with a smile as karamatsu speaks another language. He hadn't noticed you at the door yet so you continue listening. Then the bell rings and you enter the classroom through a break in the crowd. "Hey" You kiss his smile as he welcomes you in. "Ready for lunch?" You ask holding up the bag. "I'm ready to devour something." He smirks. You laugh. "Maybe at home."

Choromatsu: it was getting late in the archives. Choromatsu was probably onto something with what he was working on. You, as his lover, decided to bring him some food. You find him asleep on his desk. You decided to sneak up on him. "Boo!" You shout as he jolts awake. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "Glad to see you too after you promised to be home in time for dinner." You plop the bag on his desk as he looks at the time. "I'm so sorry..." He apologizes. "It's ok, churro." You smile and kiss him.

Ichimatsu: you stand outside of his classroom as he puts away his dissection supplies and washes his hands. "You can come in now." He calls. You enter as he opens some windows to clear out the fumes from the ammonia. You sit at his desk with a fast food baggy. He comes up and kisses you and gropes you. "Ichi, stop, someone could see." He chuckles and sits down to eat.

Jyushimatsu: you enter the classroom after the bell rings. As soon as you spot him, you approch and peck his cheek. "Brought you some food!" You smile as he hugs you. "You're the best!" He says as you both sit to enjoy the food.

Todomatsu: it's rather late when you enter his office. "Hey totty." You call. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "Just thought I'd bring you some dinner." You say with a smile. His stomach growels just as you say that. "Thanks. How about you eat with me." He smiles. "Definitely." You reply.

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squishyocalum · 5 years

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Never {Three}

••Full credit to gif owner••

This one is my favorite chapter so far

It’s been a month since Calum and I decided to give this a shot. Honestly I thought he would have gotten tired of me by now but it’s like he can’t get enough of being around me - but you won’t see me complaining. Today is the first day of our senior year, no one except for the guys knew that Calum and I were together and if I knew Calum at all then everyone would know by the end of the day.

I’m wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, black and white ‘old skool’ Vans, my shirt was just a plain yellow crop top with a black tank top tucked into the band of my pants; my black hair was straightened falling to the middle of my back and my phone was placed in my back pocket with earbuds attached and streaming music through my ears.

With around 30 minutes left before I had to be on the way to school I decided to stop by the donut shop down the road and grab a sausage biscuit. My dad was waiting in the living room for me as I bounded down the stairs. Usually he would be gone by now, but seeing as it’s my last first day of highschool, he made an exception.

“You look beautiful, Pumpkin.” I grinned at him pulling him into a hug.

“Dad, I’m like 17 years old. Can we not keep calling me Pumpkin?”

“Keep rubbing it in my face that you’re about to be an adult and I swear Thalia I will take your car and drive you to school everyday for the rest of the year.”

He was joking of course, humor laced his voice, but I knew he was sad about me growing up. Ever since mom died he’s dreaded me leaving the house.

“Okay, you can call me whatever you want, but please don’t take baby.”

I clutched my keys and he shoved me softly, I could see tears building in his eyes now.

“Dad, don’t cry.”

“Your mom would be so proud of you.”

“Well I mean I could still drop out, start hanging out with that Hood kid again.” I joked, not at all blind to the irony of that sentence. Now wasn’t the best time but I was testing the water to see if he still felt the same about Calum.

“If you dropped out, I would hope you would have better taste than that.” He said while he followed me to the door “Now go get some food, I don’t need you starving on me.”

“I wouldn’t starve if you’d cook every once in a while.” I sang, walking off of the porch.

“Yeah and I wouldn’t have grey hair if I didn’t have you.”

I rolled my eyes and sat down in my car, I started it before buckling my seatbelt and plugging in my aux cord. I noticed a text from Calum on the screen and quickly made sure my dad was back inside before checking it.

Cal - Hey, are we still meeting at Shipleys before school

Me - Yeah I’m on my way now

I put my phone in my cup holder and put my car in reverse accelerating down the driveway. I didn’t even get out of the neighborhood before traffic started to ruin my morning. From busses picking up kids, to new drivers not knowing what in the hell they’re doing I was ready to pull my hair out. It took me about eight minutes to get to the small donut shop, when I pulled into the parking lot I saw Calum leaning on his 67’ Impala staring down at his phone. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a black Green Day shirt, black and white hightop converse, and his hair was styled in a quiff. I pulled up next to him snapping his attention from his screen and he smiled through my window at me. As soon as I stepped out of my car he pulled me into his arms.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into the side of my neck

“Cal, it’s been two days.”

“I could be really cheesy and say two days without you is like two years but-”

“Ew. We aren’t in a fanfiction Calum. Calm down.” I laughed and grabbed his hand pulling him through the double doors of the shop.

We sat down, both of us having sausage biscuits and juice.

“So do I just not get a good morning kiss?” He laughed scooting closer to me in the booth.

“Mmm I gotta think about that.”

He scoffed and placed his pointer finger and thumb on my chin pushing my head gently towards him. I smiled up at him as his moved his hand to cup my jaw and attach our lips. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to skip school and go back to his house with him. Not to do anything but just simply to be with him, there’s a huge chance that we won’t have any classes together and neither of us are happy about it.

“How likely do you think it is that your dad lets you hang out with Becca after school?”

“If I play it right, there’s a very high chance.”

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Calabasas High School is the only place or thing in this world that I can genuinely say that I hate. Walking into the school with Calum by my side was a little better though, and knowing that we would be meeting the boys in the cafeteria was even better. We could find most of our schedules on the school website but most of them weren’t official, that’s why the student body was gathered in the cafeteria that morning. Tables lined the walls with letters printed on bright pieces of paper taped to the walls above them, administrators stood at the head of the table asking for last names and handing out those damned slips of paper.

“Thalia! Calum!” Ashtons voice carried through the large room “We’re over here!” Calum extended his neck to look through the crowd and spotted them over by the ‘I-K’ table. As we pulled through the crowd of people with our hands locked together Calum noticed some people staring and whispering amongst themselves. He didn’t laugh about it or flip them off like usual, instead he undid our hands and shoved them firmly to his side. My face twisted in confusion, but I didn’t let it go to my head.

“Holy shit, we’re seniors.” Luke said with a wide smile on his face, Mikey laughed and flung his arm over my shoulder.

“One more year until college.” He sang in my ear.

“Yeah yeah get off of me so I can go get my schedule.”

I shoved him off jokingly and glanced over at Calum for a moment. I thought about asking him to come with me but his efforts to avoid eye contact were enough to sway me from that decision.

I stood awkwardly in the ‘A-C’ line staring at my phone. For three and a half years at least one of the boys have been by my side almost all the time. Being surrounded by all these people with all the guys across the room is just weird.

“Last name please.” Mrs. Brown asked when I found myself at the front of the line

“Baker.”

“Nathalia?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She grabbed a slip of paper and handed it to me with a smile on her face. I returned the smile and turned to walk away, I was promptly stopped when I bumped into someone.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

“Watch where you’re going.” The voice scoffed. I looked up and saw Audrey standing with her arms crossed over her chest and a sneer plastered on her face. It’s the first day of school, and there is no way in hell that I’m letting my day be ruined by her of all people.

“Sorry, have a good day.” I smiled cocking my head to the side and walking away. The boys were all standing in a circle looking at their schedules and when I made my way over to them Calum was the first one to notice me.

“Princess,” He smiled over to me “What lunch do you have?”

“Second.”

“Oh thank God.” Ashton breathed out “The group is safe for the semester.”

“So I’m assuming we all have second lunch?”

“Yup, now what do your classes look like?” Calum asked and pulled me into his lap.

“I have english first period, Trigonometry second, Biology third, Psychology fourth, then lunch. I get out after lunch, but do we have any of those four together?”

“We have every single one of those classes together except for Psychology, babe.”

I smiled and then looked over at the other boys, silently asking them the same question. Michael was the first one to respond telling me that we had Psychology together. Turns out that Ashton and Luke have Trig with Calum and I; and Luke and Calum both got out after lunch with me.

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All the classes that passed before Psychology were a blur, for lack of a better word, even though I liked my teachers I just wasn’t interested in the subjects. I planned on majoring in Psychology when I got to college though so I could already tell this was going to be my favorite class.

The bell rang signaling all of us to take our seats, I sat in the middle of the class next to Michael and a light skinned girl with the most beautiful hair I think I’ve ever seen.

Listen. I am a sucker for ethnic hair.

“Good afternoon class, My name is Mr. Rogers and I will be you Psych teacher this year.” The man turned to reveal dark brown eyes and a nicely kept beard. He was unloading his bag onto the desk at the front of the classroom, pulling out a computer, a notebook, and a phone. “Let’s start with the cliches, starting from the first person in row one everyone stand up and tell us your name, and one fact about you. We’ll go to the back and circle back to the front.”

The class groaned at the instruction, but that didn’t sway the man’s decision. So as he sat down in his rolling chair and propped his feet on top on the desk the first student stood to her feet; she looked rather nervous and seeing as how I have never once seen her around this school I’m just assumed she was new.

“Hi, uhm. My name is Kaitlin - but I go by KayKay. And I just moved here from Texas.”

See I knew she was new. The next few people went at a boring pace, I knew almost all of these kids, and most of their facts were their ages or their pets names. Like come one, think of something original. We got to the third row about three seats in when Arzaylea stood up with an annoying smile plastered on her equally annoying face.

“Hi, My name is Arzaylea, or Arzay, and I-”

“Like to cheat on great guys.” I mumbled loud enough for about half of the class to hear it causing them to turn to me with shocked expressions.

“What did you just say?” She scoffed moving to place her hand on the table next to her supporting her standing position.

“I said I like cheese whiz, bitch.”

“Okay, so this got passionate quick. Moving along swiftly. Who’s next?” The teacher asked in an all too amused voice. When the next person stood to go , I believe it was Derek Green , I pulled my phone out and noticed a message from Michael.

Shicken Nugget - K but it’s so not fair that the other guys weren't here to see that.

Me - It’ll be okay.

Shicken Nugget - You should’ve punched her

Me - maybe next time

Shicken Nugget - Just let me know beforehand so I can record it and hold it close to my heart forever

I scoffed at the message and looked over to him, he was trying his best to not laugh at my reaction. Before I knew it the girl in front of me stood up and introduced herself. Prompting little ole me to think of my one fact. I stood up on my turn and spoke.

“My name is Nathalia Baker, Thalia. And I-”

“Sleep with four guys because I have no other friends and they wouldn’t keep me around if I didn’t.” Arzaylea didn’t even bother to mumble, she just straight up said it. A knot formed in the pit of my stomach as amused faces moved to stare at me. I cannot go through this rumor again. I saw Mikey move his phone up his chest very obviously recording, and I knew I had to make this juicy.

“I mean lucky for me that’s a very false rumor. Sadly for you, your Chlamydia is very very real.” I chose to ignore the look on her face and turned back to the teacher with a small smile. “But anyways, I’m taking this class because I plan to major in Psych when I get to college.”

I sat back down with a smug smile on my face, the look on Michael's face was priceless, and I couldn’t help but literally cackle at it.

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“I’m just ready for the best nap ever.” Calum groaned tugging me closer to him and burying his face into my neck.

“I miss my bed.” I mumbled back

“Don’t you mean my bed?”

“No, babe, I mean I miss my bed.”

I pulled away from him and moved away. Thanks to Arzaylea there was a good chance that the one rumor that literally almost forced me into homeschooling could be starting back up.

I mean, I couldn’t even walk down the hall to the bathroom in one of the guys hoodies without being called a slut. Just imagine what would be said if they found out Calum and I were actually a thing.

“Dudes. She did the funniest shit in fourth period.” Michael laughed pulling his phone out and clicking on the video. “Okay so, bitch brought up that rumor that Audrey started a couple years ago and Thalia literally slaughtered her.”

We listened to the short video and Luke choked on his pizza. Calum laughed, but he didn’t miss the opportunity to look over to me with a worried look on his face.

“You did not!” He laughed allowing his deep dimples to pop. “Did she do anything?”

“I mean she like glared at me, but what else was she going to do? I’m not fighting her and risking my scholarship.”

“That’s my smart girl.” Calum moved to place his hand on my thigh but I pushed it away.

“I’m going to head home and start on the english paper.” I shuffled to push my notebook into my bag and grab my keys “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I avoided eye contact with all of them but I in no way missed their worried expressions. I made it halfway through the parking lot before I heard Ashton running after me.

“Thalia! Hey, are you okay? You seem off.”

“I’m fine, Ash. Today just didn’t...go the way I thought it would.” I kept my eyes leveled with the ground and my hands gripped tightly to the strap of my bag.

“Well do you want to go out with the guys and I tonight? We were going to go see a movie-”

“No. I have to get a head start on this paper.”

I didn’t give him a chance to say anything back, instead I glanced up quickly just and caught sight of Calum trying to make his way to me. My body turned itself around despite what my heart wanted and walked itself to my car.

I love all four of those boys, I love them so much. Even though the rumors don’t bother me as much as they used to I can’t keep myself from thinking about what would happen when people do find out that Calum and I are dating, would they get worse? Would they go away?

I’ve got one year left in this school, so maybe it would be better if I distanced myself.

#calumhood #michael 5sos #luke 5sos #calum 5sos #5sosimagines #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos #ashton 5sos #5sosau #5secondsofsummer #new book #series

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notsostory · 5 years

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Cling

When I was in ninth grade, Donald Trump won the election. Which wasn’t a good thing, probably, considering the collusion and the shutdowns and the wall and all the rest of it. But in ninth grade, it didn’t really matter to me all that much. I remember my parents telling me the results on the morning of November 9th, and I remember changing into the Obama t-shirt that my grandma had gotten for me to use as a nightie in 2008, and into anything blue I could find, because protest seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

At school, people were crying. Teachers mostly, and some upperclassmen. I saw a lot of blue, which made me feel proud, like I was part of something. And they told us that we weren’t having regular classes, that we could choose either to go to the library and study, or outside and play, or to the auditorium for an assembly. I choose the auditorium, because I am mixed-race, or because I am a woman, or because I am gay, or because it just seemed like the right thing to do.

Probably, I choose the auditorium because Aimee Egan from Debate was going to the auditorium, and she was smart and had pretty eyes and her friends had told me she had a crush on me and I was pretty sure I could see myself kissing Aimee Egan. We sat together. And as the seniors and teachers and movers and shakers spoke, Aimee Egan began to cry. Her face gets really red when she cries, so you can always tell when she had been. I like to think I’m better at hiding it. And when I saw her crying, I finally did something about maybe-wanting-to-kiss-Aimee-Egan-who-is-a-year-older-and-has-freckles-on-her-nose. I held her hand.

It was probably weird how I did it. Even at 14-years-old, I didn’t really do friendship hand-holding, so it was more like couple hand-holding. Secret, movie theatre hand-holding, where you hover your hand just above her knee until she notices. She noticed. And when she held my hand, it wasn’t sweaty, awkward palm-to-palm. Aimee Egan with red hair and Disney princess eyes put her fingers between mine so that we had to hold our hands sideways and she squeezed so hard that my knuckles began to tingle and I wasn’t certain whose rubbery arm was whose.

It took three weeks after I held Aimee Egan’s hand in the auditorium for me to ask her on a date, but that isn’t the point of this story. The point is that sometimes, experiencing the same bad thing as another person will make you cling to them.

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When my homeroom teacher told us that Louis McCarthy was dead, I was sitting across the table from Aimee Egan, who I had dated for four months in the ninth grade. This was one down and around the corner from where I usually sat, which was right between Aimee Egan and Amy Weisman, who was my other best friend. And I wished I hadn’t moved, that I had just sat on the weird little short stool that was in my usual spot, because when my teacher said that Louis McCarthy was dead, all I wanted to do was squeeze Aimee Egan’s hand until my brown hands went ghost white.

I knew someone was dead right away. I’m not sure why, but when our homeroom teacher came in three minutes after the bell, standing rod-straight with her eyes on the whiteboard, the first thing I thought was that someone was dead. But since the second thing I thought was car crash, maybe it was just statistics, not instinct, that were filling my head.

She read it from a little slip of paper, our homeroom teacher with her crinkly eyes and toddler’s haircut and rounded belly. “Some of you may have heard already,” she said. “That last night, our principal’s son, Louis McCarthy, committed suicide.” I turned to face her, finally, just in time to avoid seeing Aimee Egan’s face crumple. She kept talking, but that was the bit I kept hearing. Suicide, over and over again, an impossible loop in my head. I stared at her, straight into her. After she sat down at her desk again, I just kept staring. If I turned to look at anyone else, if I moved, I was positive that I would burst into tears, or into laughter. If I saw anyone else crying, than what my teacher had just said would have to have been real.

Let me explain about the laughter. Part of me, for over a week afterwards, was positive that this was an experiment. Louis, doing a project at college, trying to gauge how the high-schoolers he left behind were responding to his death. He did things like that, social experiments and pranks that would be deemed unethical by any Psychology Department. And this could’ve been one of them, all he had to do was say it wasn’t real, no one would be angry at him for this. We’d just be glad it wasn’t real.

I don’t think I believed it was real til halfway through the funeral, when I started sobbing and didn’t know how to stop.

I turned around when Amy Weisman said my name. She was reading. That made me angry, somehow, that she was reading like it was normal and talking like this was normal and smiling like life could possibly, ever be the same as it was the day before. I ignored her. But I was still turned around, still facing the class. And now the voice saying “suicide” was louder than it had been before, and Aimee Egan’s face was red and I wanted to launch across the table to put my fingers between hers.

That was when I wished I hadn’t moved.

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The two of us sat there and stared at each other, at the table, at the cycle of words burning themselves into our brains. Amy Weisman kept reading.

Aimee Egan got up and got tissues, but I wasn’t crying, really. I was just staring, trying with all my might to think something other than the word “dead”.

“Dead” and “gone” aren’t synonyms, because dead doesn’t really mean anything. Dead is just a descriptor, it can be used about anything. Gone is when there is something missing, properly, irretrievably lost. Dead is a tree in the park that was struck by lightning, or a bug in the shower. Gone is a pain that will never disappear, but that it feels wrong to wish away.

Our vice principal came over the intercom to tell us that they were extending homeroom. We kept sitting. Aimee Egan got more tissues.

And then, finally, the bell rang.

I’m not actually sure why I left the room. But I did, I followed Aimee Egan across the hallway to Mrs. Ryan’s, where I hugged bawling tenth graders I barely knew. I did, I stood staring in the alcove by my homeroom teacher’s class, thinking that I couldn’t cry. If I did, I was admitting that this was real. The seventh grader I tutored the year before hugged me, so tightly my back screamed. I let him.

Finally I stood, facing Aimee Egan. I sobbed with her and we stared at each other and I wished, wished with the half of my body that wasn’t dedicated to wishing grief away, that she would hug me.

Our biology teacher walked us down to the drama teacher’s office, and Aimee Egan held my hand, and I tried not to cling to her.

#writing #personal #cling #love #loss #grief #community #death #family of choice

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guidingthulite · 6 years

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Hey did you know that when I was away I made a bunch of headcanons

Did you also know I forget to post them everyday

- Hamano was, technically, the first one to confess, but he decided to do it in such a casual manner that Hayami thought he was kinda joking (he probably did it after training or while they were fishing), but Hamano kept saying 'I love you' over and over, and Hayami, being who he is, just turned his head around, saying 'okay, okay' or just plain blushing and walking away. It was one day they were walking back home that Hamano tried to confess once more, only for Hayami to be annoyed because he 'didn't mean it seriously' and that he 'should stop playing with his feelings'. But Hamano stopped walking, held Hayami's hand and looked at his eyes, and with a serious expression he said 'But I do love you. For real'. And at first Hayami couldn't stop staring at Hamano, but then realization hit him and Hamano was the only thing he COULDN'T look at. Long story short, it was a mess, but at least they were dating now

- I've written so many confession fics on my head this is like one out of a million

- The only way for Hamano to study is having Hayami near, because he would leave it for later to never really do it, and Hayami insists that he does, and that they won't really do anything else until they're both done with homework/studying - And speaking about that, Hamano is good at History, because it's something that Hayami loves (when they were studying ancient China Hamano discovered that Hayami knew more than any teacher. Ever. Isn't he so cool) and when he rambles about it Hamano tries to pay as much attention as he can, and something always stays with him, so it's easier studying History

- HAVE I MENTIONED THAT HAMANO HAS CANONICALLY WRITTEN POETRY CAUSE. HE DEFINITELY HAS WRITTEN SOMETHING FOR HAYAMI

- These two planned their wedding when they were children, Hamano brought it up some random day and Hayami was embarrased because 'we were children we didn't really know i mean i don't think we're getting married anyways' and Hamano basically excitedly screams that 'no!!! We'll marry because we love each other! And we will wear pretty dresses! And we'll invite the whole team! And the fishing lady!' so they spent the whole afternoon planning it over again (only one thing was clear after the planning: Kurama would be the flower boy)

- Hayami once called Hamano 'Kaiji' accidentaly and both of them died internally

- Hamano is SOOOOOOOO into the idea of double/group dates. It all started when Ichino and Aoyama called them over for a group thing and since then he has loved hanging out with other couples

. - ... Which obviously led to Hamano wanting to hang out with Minaho and Manabe - And Hayami was okay with it but internally he was hella nervous because Minaho and Hamano are VERY good friends and he has only talked to Manabe like... Twice, maybe, when Earth Eleven came back and they held a party n stuff, so he thought that the date would be basically Minaho and Hamano talking about whatever while he and Manabe stared at each other awkwardly

- But the double date was fun and everyone talked to everyone and Hayami found out that Minaho and Manabe are really really really nice people to hang around - So they hung out more often (but not that often because Minaho and Manabe live away, sob)

- and they started dating each other. and kurama. and kurama is also dating hikaru and kariya too. kurama has a lot of boyfriends

- Hayami is actually very into videogames, specially rhythm ones and RPG's (story heavy ones in general). He introduced Hamano to the Rhythm Heaven franchise because he thought he would love the quirkiness of it

. - AND HE DID HE LOVES RHYTHM HEAVEN SO MUCH. Hayami bought him The Best+/Megamix for his birthday and Hamano almost choked him because he hugged him too thightly

- Because I'm obvious, at some point Minaho, Manabe, Hamano and Hayami go to England for their honeymoon and Hayami and Minaho have to make sure the other two are with them all they time because they are absolutely horrible at English and they can't be left alone

- Hamano and Hayami have sleepovers all the time. And there was a time when both were super awkward around each other because they were starting to fall for each other and were sUPER SLOW to realize. So anyways, Hayami told Hamano to sleep somewhere else and at first he did go to another room but sometime later he came back because 'Hayami if I want to see you early in the morning I'll just get up earlier and come here but if I stay I want to wake up with you and all...'

- You can pinpoint the moment Hayami died internally. - But he agreed. And while he was sleeping lying on Hamano's chest he Realized™

- fuck i should write that

- Speaking of Hamano and Hayami being slow, my brother and I have this AU in which Kurama is Hamano and Hayami's son, and a time traveller who came to this time to ensure those two get together so he can exist in the future and all

- Kinako and him bonded over being time travellers sent to take care of family members and then both joined the Shorty Brigade with Shinsuke and Konoha

- Also he has a younger sister named Estrella (I like to nickname her Suta for some reason)

- i think suta is a boy name heck

- Hamano can carry Kurama and Hayami at the same time. He's quite proud of that.

- Okay so some people talk about Tsunami adopting Hamano but hear me out. NORIKA ADOPTING HAMANO. [And now the best headcanon is Kogure and Haruna adopting Hamano]

- I somehow have the headcanon that Hayami likes Vocaloid and my mind jumped to him dressed as Hatsune Miku save my soul

- I recall Kurama saying something on the games that made me think he likes wearing skirts/dresses but I can't remember what it was

- But yeah Kurama likes wearing skirts and dresses

- I looked for it and now I know. (This is what he said on the Spanish ver and through time and experience I learned that translation differ from each other... A lot) They were talking about the Middle Age clothes (when they went to Jeanne's time n stuff) and Kurama just said that 'I don't know, it's like wearing a dress, right?' and it gave off such a casual vibe that I started that headcanon

- Maybe I'm reading into it too much

- But he would look adorable in dresses don't lie to me

- When they grow up, Hamano works as a preeschool teacher and Hayami works as a biology/history teacher, in higher levels of education of course - Au in which all 5 of my ot5 work as teachers. Manabe is obviously a math teacher. Kurama can take the biology away from Hayami idk, he likes animals. My Philosophy teacher sorta reminds me of Minaho so there but he could also teach Psychology

- The whole school starts suspecting about Hamano and Hayami because _why would a preeschool teacher hang around teachers who teach (? older kids_ but then Kurama comes along, and then Minaho and then Manabe and aaaaaa

- The whole school ships it. There used to be arguments regarding who matched better with who but they kind of died when all 5 started dating. There were discussions regarding who the cutest were, though

- On the alternate timeline where Sakka is Dead and no one joined the Sakka club, Hayami starts dating Aoyama.

- But it feels weird because even though he really likes Aoyama he gets this feeling that it's just because he's the closest person he has.

- And there's this guy on his class, Hamano. He is a rather quiet kid (although some of his classmates would beg to differ) and sometimes he asks for his eraser or tells him good morning when he arrives and it's so SO weird, because he feels as if he SHOULD know him, and he SHOULD feel a certain when he looks at Hamano or when he talks to him, like they knew each other but forgot, like they have or had something together. But if they ever had something, it's gone.

- And this other guy, Kurama, who is on his class too. He's quite rude, stubborn and doesn't really talk to anyone unless he is required to. The kind of person Hayami doesn't really like, and yet, for some reason, he can't get angry at him. He has caught himself smiling at how the smaller boy pouted when he couldn't answer a question correctly. Sometimes, he'll look at his only visible eye (what kind of fashion statement is that, Hayami wonders) and see things deeper than just the black that it seemed to have.

- I JUST LOVE THAT ALTERNATE TIMELINE SO MUCH IT'S TOO ANGSTY SOB - But Hamano and Hayami do end up meeting each other, they sit together for a whole month. - Hamano makes Hayami laugh at one point and he's like 'bjmljgxfbc who are you why is your laugh so cute omg why can't you laugh more often your smile is so precious too i'm sOB'

- Hayami is flustered because 'what he said wasn't even that funny wHY AM I LAUGHING SO MUCH' but he can't really stop and aAAAAA

- But after sitting together they don't really talk that much because yeah, being with one another was fun but there is really nothing that ties them together, so they lose contact

- Oh look at that I can write angst after all. Nice.

- On a not so sad note, Hamano is the biggest fan of cuddles and affection in general ever on existence (or at least out of his boyfriends) like he could be walking down the street with Kurama and he has to hold his hand and give him a kiss on the forehead (Kurama hisses at him but he feels blessed he's just not really into showing it) or fishing with Hayami when he tells him to sit on his lap (or just outright goes and sits on Hayami's) before resuming fishing (Hayami hesitates a bit to put his arms around Hamano but when he does Hamano and I thinks it's the cutest thing) or hanging out with Minaho on his room and he hugs Minaho so thightly and Minaho pets his hair and hugs him back, or reading with Manabe when he puts his head on Manabe's shoulder, and Manabe has to close the book because he's getting sleepy as well so they lay down and cuddle together until they've both fallen asleep.

- Then one of the other three comes to join them.

- Usually the first one is Kurama, and because he is the smallest and thus the most huggable he is always in the middle. Then it's Hayami, who takes off Manabe's glasses because sOMEHOW he forgot to take them off to sleep. He unties his hair and lays wherever he's closest to. He's tired. Minaho is mostly the last one because he's a night owl eEHEHEHEHE. He gives everyone night kisses on the forehead and falls asleep quite fast, actually.

- THEY'RE SO BLESSED AND I'M SOB

- Speaking of Hamano getting sleepy, he can't go on long bus trips without falling asleep. Cars, maybe, but for some reason he can't go through a long bus trip without falling asleep.

- Poor Hayami knows this better than anyone. It's like Hamano KNOWS when a trip is going to be long even if no one told him so. And he uses Hayami's shoulder as a pillow. Always. Well, not always, there was one time where the bus moved a biiiiit too much and Hamano fell to his lap

- He didn't wake up because he's THAT powerful

- Anyways, Hayami just stared at him for a few second, then REALIZATION hit him like a truck, and he hoped no one was watching him. On the seats before them, Ichino and Aoyama, both of them sleeping, safe. Seats behind them, the managers, who looked too into their conversation to notice. And the only one he should be worrying about was Akane, who had a camera, but it was okay, he only took pictures of Shindou, apparently. So, safe too.

- And, finally, the seats next to them... Oh, Shinsuke and Tenma, right, they looked interested in their current conversation topic, so safe... Or so he thought because Tenma is shipping trash too, I mean, have you seen how he acts with Aki regarding Ichinose? He ships it, because they looked at him, stared for a bit, gave him a thumbs up and resumed their conversation.

- Hayami has never felt so embarrased.

- And I mean, he could try putting him back lying on his shoulder, but the willpower needed to do that is something that he lacked right now

- So Hamano spent the whole trip sleeping on Hayami's lap

- OR SO WE THOUGHT

- Hamano wasn't asleep when he fell on Hayami's lap, but hey, it was comfortable and Hayami was petting his hair so he might just stay there.

- When he woke up again he looked at Hayami's eyes and said 'Good morning~' like nothing happened and like it was morning

- Hayami's favorite Inazuma Japan member is Kazemaru since he is so fast and graceful, and seemed quite capable too (Although he likes Kidou too, his gamemaking helped Inazuma win. So talented.), Kurama's is Toramaru, because he was the smallest of the team but that didn't stop him from being a great forward, even rivalling the forever-more-popular Gouenji (plus he learns Tiger Drive on Chrono Stones isn't that precious) and Hamano's is obviously Tsunami.

- He even started wearing goggles everywhere since he was a smallie because of him. When they actually met Tsunami was so happy like 'tACHIMUKAI CHECK THIS KID OUT HE'S SUCH A GOOD KID WE SHOULD ADOPT HIM' to which Tachi replies 'Tsunami, you already said you wanted to adopt Tenma, you're going to adopt everyone at this rate' 'YOU ADOPTED SHINSUKE TOO IT'S NOT LIKE TENMA WOULD BE AN ONLY CHILD IF WE ADOPTED HIM' 'Tsumami that's a totally different thing, I just told you that I like Shinsuke's determ-' 'Plus I can't adopt everyone, Tachi! If I ever dared to adopt Kidou's little penguin baby he would kill me!'

- Hamano was just looking at them half 'What is even going on anymore' and half 'TSUNAMI, THE TSUNAMI JOUSUKE WANTS TO ADOPT ME???'

- Hayami is an only son, Kurama has a baby sibling and Hamano is the middle sibling out of three, and the only boy

- that's not me proyecting onto hamano what are you talking about. and headcanoning him as gay instead of bi like everyone else does is not either

- Hayami's parents are not home often so he's home alone most time.

- Or that would be, except Hamano visits a lot or brings him to his house. He has lunch and dinner there most days. And those sleepovers I mentioned earlier? Every weekend, at least once.

- Hamano's family loves Hayami a lot and when they knew they were dating they got so happy they prepared a party

- Hamano's big sister was on first name basis with Hayami before his lil bro

- Hamano lowkey complained about it but his sister just went 'yOU'RE CLOSER TO HIM THAN ME JUST DO IT HE'LL BE FINE WITH IT YOU SLOW DUMMY'

- He wasn't

- 'JNBMCJXJFGHDJHDHCHUVNKGD' - their internal thoughts

- Hamano is close to the Managers, specially Akane

- They have no idea how they came to be this way but they're super close

- Akane roasts Hamano on a daily basis (and that fact is canon) and Hamano tries to get back at her somehow

- 'I could try holding her camera up so she can't reach it'

- Then he remembers he's smaller than Akane

- 'I could ask Hayami to hold it up for me'

- But Hayami didn't want to

- So he asked Kurama to sit on his shoulders because short people STACK together

- Kurama thought it was dumb

- Hamano was a sad bean

- OKAY BUT IMAGINE. Hamano has lots of pics on his wall and half are from Akane and the other half are ones he took himself because Akane taught him The Ways Of Photography

- AKANE DOING HAMANO'S HAIR

- They're on first name basis

- Hamano is actually pretty decent at cooking, specially pastries - Since Kurama absolutely LOVES sweets if he happens to cook some he'll give them to Kurama (and sometimes to Hayami but while he does like sweets he's more on the salty side) - Kurama just dismisses it and says they're okay but he really likes Hamano's sweets

- And Hamano can read him like an open book so he knows too - His face lights up and it's the cutest thing Hamano has ever seen

- Me: I should find a shorter name minamanahamahayakura is too long Me: Uhhh... MiNaHaYaKu Me: [realizes] hOLY SHIT AHAHAHA

- "Minahayaku" - Hayami to everyone, probably

#hamano kaiji #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven #hayami tsurumasa #yamana akane #hamahaya #uhhhhhhhhhhh #more people i'm lazy to tag...#my mess #alma writes #FINALLY POSTED #these are mostly hamano/hamahaya and a few platonic hamano/akane and some ot5 goodness

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eli-han · 6 years

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Tagged by @know-your-paradoxes !!

tagging: @scientistsalari-ren @furpapurp @aiakane @ultimateyakazoo @timeandplacetovent @oo-magicalcake-oo @shcherbatskayas anyone feel free to steal it though (putting them at the top so you don’t have to scroll through to check)

Name: Eli

Gender: Genderfluid / nonbinary, she/they usually I guess

Star sign: Sagittarius, Nov 30th

Height: 170 or 171cm I think so like 5′7′’?

Sexuality: Panromantic/sexual

What image do you have as wallpaper?: Ahh well my laptop my wallpaper is celesgiri that was drawn by my valentine!! and my phone the lock screen and the home screen are both a photo I took of a kitten mid-screech (idk why Motorola phones can’t have a different lock and home screen, major design flaw right there)

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: surprisingly no, I was probably too busy being horrified at the genuinely unhealthy obsessions my classmates had with my music and drama teachers for anything like that. (planning futures and families and considering going into teaching just to be with them) I didn’t really have any friends in highschool (I mean idk if I have any now even but!!!) so I used to want to be friends with my favorite teachers if that counts lmao

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?: I’d love to say as a freelance illustrator but realistically probably working in retail or something and doing art on the side like I am now, but hopefully I can be closer to the people I love by then!!

If you could be anywhere else right now, where?: It sounds cheesy but I wish I could be there to support my boyfriend in his performance today!!

What’s your favorite 90s show?: It took me a while to find one of these! A lot of the ones I thought of were 2000/2001 somehow. I’m gonna say cardcaptor sakura even though technically it’s a 2000 I think but that’s close and it was important to me as a child, other than that probably pokemon-

Last kiss: I kissed my cats head before I came back to uni

Have you ever been stood up?: I’ve not been out on a date before so no, but I used to have people I thought were friends who would organize stuff and then pull out at the last minute, even when I was already at the place we were going to meet. But like now I never get invited out full stop so-

Have you ever been to las vegas?: I’ve only been to the states to visit friends so I haven’t been anywhere like that but maybe some day! my parents are visiting next year and doing los angeles/las vegas/new orleans/grand canyon kind of things but I’m not invited rip

Favorite pair of shoes?: Man let me tell you, let me tell you recently I bought these really nice boots and I’ve never bought new shoes before (I’ve always had second hand) so I was really pumped about it but after a month they started to get really worn out especially at the heel part so wearing them for any extent of time now is painful and I get blisters but I’m super bummed out because they weren’t cheap and they barely lasted at all!! they’re so cute though

Favorite fruit?: Watermelon but you don’t really get them much here and when you do they’re the seedless ones which have no flavor at all. Honestly all fruit is good though I really like blueberries too but also strawberries and mangos though mangos take effort to prepare. I used to really like pineapple but it hurts my mouth so I don’t eat it anymore-

Favorite book?: I used to really like reading when I was younger but I really struggle to focus on it nowadays. It’s kind of cheating but I really like art books like uh I have a Splatoon one (which I ordered from Japan and then a month later they announced they were translating it to english I am A FOOL) and it’s really cool to see the design process and stuff like that! I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite but it’s good!

Stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: I had to think about this one for a while and I think I’ve decided - In highschool when I was like 13 my art teacher told me not to take art class because I would fail, so I didn’t take art classes, which meant I couldn’t take them at all for the rest of my highschool life, and I ended up as a major in math, economics, psychology and a minor in biology (idk how these things translate... three A Levels and an AS). Luckily I managed to get to some life drawing classes and I used that as a portfolio to get onto a one-year foundation course between highschool and college and now I attend one of the country's most renowned art schools so suck it. It’s dumb to tell a kid they can’t do something just because they won’t get the highest grade especially if they love it. I’m glad that didn’t stop me but it does get me thinking sometimes how much further I could be along skill wise if I’d been supported at that point

#i'm realising.. putting the tags at the start is a bit redundant because you still have to scroll through to copy the questions whoops #not art #about me #idk i dont really have any tags for this stuff yet because I've never been tagged dsfdg

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intimatevoid · 6 years

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the delirium was fun

written while getting progressively drunk with @littledonkeyburrito

1) How many bank accounts do you have? 3.

2) Have you ever been in an ambulance?

Only once, I was in a car crash and was unharmed, but I still had to sit in one while I answered some questions for the paramedics. 3) Do you remember your first time on the internet? No, but I do remember that when we first got internet, I spent all my computer time going to lego.com :D 4) Have you ever had the flu? I had the flu this year and it sucked so much arse. Ash ended up taking me to the hospital at like 1am. The delirium was fun. :D 5) Would you ever consider going on a cruise? Yeah, I have considered it before.

6) Do you ever drink alcohol? well there was this one time that was now

7) Have you ever had a terrible hangover? Actually, I have had maybe one or two hangovers in my entire life. I don’t get ‘em often. 8) How old were your parents when they had you? I think they were in their mid-20s? I have no idea how old my parents are lmao

9) Is there a big age difference between you and the person you like? Actually my partner is exactly ten years older than me. And the person I lost my virginity to is fifteen years older.

10) Do you try to spend a lot of time with family? Pffthahahaha, no. My bio family and I aren’t on great terms. But that said, I’ve slowly built up a little fambly of my own, and I try to spend as much time with them as possible.

11) What would you say is your favorite genre of music? Electronica, metal, chiptune, and orchestral/soundtrack.

12) Are you good at giving advice to people? I have been told by some that I am good at the advice thing, just once or twice.

13) What is your goal for the next few months? To move house in April, and also to save up for my Sydney trip in May~

14) Do you think you have a good sense of style? On paper, I have a great sense of style. In reality I just can’t afford to look like how I want to XD

15) What is your star sign/zodiac sign/whatever? Aquarius. 16) Does your personality match the characteristics of your sign? I am actually a scarily accurate match to my sign. I don’t even believe in zodiac stuff, I just match it really closely. 17) Would you rather be on a nude beach or at a concert? I would definitely rather be at a concert. Public nudity could be a death sentence for me lmao 18) Have you ever been caught passing notes in class? No, I didn’t have any friends to pass notes to, BUT this does remind me of an interesting story about class subterfuge! Once in year 12 English, I was wearing my spray jacket, and had run an earbud up under it, past my neck, to my ear. I sat next to a wall so nobody could see. However, the guy sitting behind me saw it in my ear, and he was a massive dickhead, so he tried to dob me in to the teacher.

Just in time, I flicked the earbud out of my ear and dropped it into my collar, out of sight. The English teacher (who loved me and did not like the idiot behind me) asked if this was true, and I turned my head to show that there was nothing in my ear. He insisted that he saw something, and I said maybe he saw a fly or something. He started yelling about it and the teacher sent him out of the classroom. I got away with it, nobody ever suspected me.

A little unjust, perhaps, but he was an asshole who constantly disrupted class and I don’t regret anything.

19) What is your New Year’s resolution? My New Year’s resolution is always the same: to be the kind of person my younger self would be both intimidated and a little bit turned on by. 20) Do you know anyone who suffers from depression? Do I know anyone who doesn’t? 21) Would you rather be 13 years old or 30 years old? 30. It’s closer to death, that’s an obvious benefit. 22) Here’s a personal one. How many times do you pee a day? I don’t keep track, you perv 23) Have you ever had your significant other fall asleep on you? Actually, Ash almost never falls asleep on me. But it’s so nice when they do. 24) Name me a random word that starts with ‘O’. Opulence.

25) Which berry is your favorite? Watermelons and avocados.

26) Have you ever tried to learn a foreign language?

Yus! Japanese and French so far.

Maddie’s trying to pressure me into learning Spanish too lmao

27) Which baby animal is your favorite? Literally any of them tbh :D Whether they’re in my lap or on my plate, I don’t mind. 28) What was the scent of the last candle you burned? The last candle I burned was a scent-neutralising deodorant candle, because I had gastro and couldn’t stop farting :D 29) Are there any plants in your home? I have two beautiful moon cacti named Snuggles and Smooches. 30) If you could have a small garden in your backyard, what would you plant? WEED

Vegetables! I miss having homegrown food, hopefully I’ll be able to grow some at my new place ;w; 31) What pets have you had while growing up? My family has had few dogs and a few cats and even a bird, but the only pet that was actually mine was a big ginger tom. Such a beautiful kitty. I named him Sovereign because he thought he was the king of everything. 32) What type of museum would you like to go to? I like lots of different types of museums! Natural history, science, art, you name it. 33) Have you ever been to the circus? Literally never. Though I kinda hate the concept of circuses. So much potential for animal abuse. 34) What are some of your favourite scents? The ones that add up to dollars! :D

Forreal tho, I love the smell of my Lush vanilla body wash.

35) What branch of science interests you the most? Oooh where do I START. I love chemistry a lot, and that filters down to biology and psychology. But I also fucking love physics, and would even be good at it if I was any good at math.

36) Are you one of those lucky people to own a walk-in closet You can walk into any closet if you try hard enough.

37) Can you play electric guitar?

A little! I have more experience with acoustic but electric is more fun.

38) When was the last time you drank something through a straw?

About six hours ago.

39) Are you a fan of industrial metal?

What, like mild steel?

(lol jk i do)

40) Can you handle the cold?

I desire the cold more than anything. Or at least the Australian version of cold, which is really just “slightly below boiling”.

41) Have you ever been to Canada?

Not yet!

42) How old is the person you last kissed?

35~

43) Have you ever tried to balance the light switch between off and on?

Everyone has been ten years old, so yes~

44) Are your feet touching the floor?

Nope. My desk has a bar running underneath it and my feet are propped up on that.

45) Are you one of those people who keep their feelings bottled up? Literally never. I am not just emotional, but I also prompt other people to release theirs. 46) Is one of your friends extremely odd but you love them regardless? Who wants to be friends with NON-odd people? Odd is interesting. Normal is boring.

47) Do you have any piercings besides your earlobes? 13, but I’ve had 22 total.

48) How many push-ups can you do? *shrugs* idk, i used to be able to do heaps bc it was part of my roller derby trailing but now I’m so unfit

49) When was the last time you wore a button up shirt? Literally today~

50) Do you own any striped sweaters? Alas, I do not D:

51) Write the first person you think of whose name begins with T? Tanya Dobson, a dear friend of mine. 52) When was the last time you got a haircut? Just about a couple of weeks ago! Not a proper haircut, just getting my undercut reshaved.

53) How old were you when you had your first crush? I don’t remember how old I was -- probably preteen -- but it was Lt. Helga Sinclair from Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

#tumblr games #other potential titles:#public nudity could be a death sentence #death that's an obvious benefit #you can walk into any closet if you try hard enough #everyone has been ten years old

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addiehour · 7 years

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title: psychological egoism.

words: 948

summary: have i ever written a title with this many meanings?? there are at least three; god... anyway, it’s about what i want and what giles wants and what buffy wants. and it’s set at sunnydale high.

The problem with Back to School Night is that Buffy is required to be there. Even though she knows neither of her parents are coming-- father doing his usual thing, mother told when she’d already made plans at the gallery-- there’s this stupid rule about ‘participation.’ So she’s hanging up and adjusting streamers and quickly walking away whenever Snyder walks by, because he really would be the type to make a comment about this, and she can’t handle that right now.

Xander’s parents are both here. He’s showing them very specifically only his artwork, apparently sensing that subpar abstract paintings will go over much better than very-subpar essays.

Willow’s mother is here. Willow’s showing her pretty much everything available, and collecting beaming praise from all the teachers.

Buffy occasionally chooses to tail one of her friends, watching them go through the night and hoping for a chance to butt in, but each time she gets close to interrupting she eventually chooses to sneak off instead, and ends up walking sort of sadly towards the library. She’s hoping to hide somewhere a little less humiliatingly lonely than the halls when she runs into Giles.

“Buffy!” he says, and breaks into a smile one doesn’t usually associate with vampire-related news. So she can’t puzzle out why he’s at school this late.

“Giles,” she says, and blinks. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I was-- looking for you, actually,” Giles says. “Where are your parents?”

There’s a brief pause where Buffy doesn’t say anything, and Giles looks away.

“Well,” he says. “I’ve come to see your work. I did very much want to see your, ah, artistic interpretation of the-- what was it you were complaining about?”

He gives her a sideways sort of glance.

“Civil War,” Buffy reminds him, almost-smiling. “We had to make paintings.”

“I’ve already seen a good deal of them hanging up,” Giles says. “Very-- ah-- artistic.” Buffy looks at him tiredly, and he quickly steers her back over towards the other people. “But why don’t you show me yours?”

Buffy smiles now, for real, and points.

“Buffy is doing,” her Biology teacher says, “passably.”

One of the good things about nobody knowing anything about the library or Giles is that they’ve been able to pass him off as Buffy’s father, and he’s slowly receiving an idea of how she’s doing. Which is to say: well, but not as well as she could be. He offers to study with her at some point, and she rolls her eyes in the exact sort of way that reminds him why he didn’t want a teenage Slayer.

Still, it’s a special sort of feeling, to be walking around with her at the school. It’s a very mildly forbidden thing, and he’s starting to appreciate this flavor of rebellion more and more. In Buffy’s school life, she doesn’t seem to think at all about vampires or monsters or any of the awful things that have been foisted upon her, and Giles sighs happily as she walks him through every entirely normal thing she knows.

Then they run into Ms. Calendar.

“What are you doing here?” Giles asks, because he’s still a little defensive from Buffy asking him that, and Jenny doesn’t even have a child-- Slayer-- person here to be with. Also, she always catches him a little off guard.

Jenny raises an eyebrow in a worried sort of way.

“Rupert, I teach here,” she says, and Giles feels instantly, extraordinarily silly.

“Right,” he says. “Yes. Do you-- teach Buffy?”

“No,” Jenny says. “But I can give my best review.”

Buffy looks vaguely interested (or possibly uncomfortable), so Giles asks her to please go ahead, and Jenny gives the most frighteningly professional description of Buffy as a person that Giles has ever heard. It’s quite literally his job to write professionally on Buffy as a Slayer, and even he can’t accomplish this level of detachment.

“...marked talent for completing long projects,” Jenny finishes, and her eyes twinkle when she smiles. “Good work, Buffy.”

“Thanks,” Buffy says, and there’s a little moment there that Giles doesn’t want to break. So he looks away, and when he looks back Buffy is sticking her hands in her pockets sort of resignedly. “So that’s school,” she says, and tosses her head a little, as if trying to regain a bit of dignity. “What’d you think?”

“I loved it,” Giles says. “You’re doing very well, Buffy.”

She smiles up at him, and he smiles down at her, and Jenny quietly touches his shoulder.

“Can I snatch your ‘dad’ for a minute, Buffy?” she asks, and Giles feels a little fluttery around the edges, not being too sure about whether the apostrophes were actually there or not. Buffy gives some kind of consent, anyway, and Jenny stands on her tiptoes to give Giles a kiss on the cheek, which gets Buffy entirely out of there.

“What is it?” Giles asks, though of course Jenny never needs an excuse to kiss him. She slips her arm into his, almost without him noticing, and leads him away down the hall.

“Good job,” she says, and Giles does his best to portray the proper level of confusion on his face. “You know, Buffy’s a kid. She needs that. Just-- I’m glad you’re spending time with her outside of the slaying. That’s good.”

“Ah,” Giles says, because of course he did this entirely for Buffy and there were no selfish motives involved. “Yes-- of course.”

Jenny rolls her eyes and stops him.

“You just wanted to come,” she says. “Admit it.”

“Easily,” he says, very much relieved, and she takes his arm again and leans her head on his shoulder.

#buffy #benfic

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chanzicoup · 7 years

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Runaways (Wonwoo x Reader Gang!AU) pt. 2

Make sure to read the post explaining the roles each SVT member has!

Count: 4.0k

Genre: Life on the run

Warning: Abusive Parents, Mentions of Drug and Alcohol abuse, fight scenes

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Mae's POV

I did the work JinHa gave me and I am not sure if all of it was right, but it's done. I took the chance of having my phone out to get the answers I needed for the tests, study guide and worksheets. Cheating was not new for me, how do you think I made it this far into high school?

Getting by with C's and the occasional B here and there was how I rolled. I only got an A if I got lucky and ended up being partners with someone who didn't mind doing all the work, but it's not like anyone was at home to care about it. I packed up my things like I had done before I had arrived, leaving my work on the desk with a sticky note of my own, which read:

'I finished my work but a teacher wasn't here to collect it. Take it to my teacher Ms. Lee and try to get a supervisor in here next time. ~Madeline'

I walked out of the ACI room just before the lunch bell rang and students filled in the halls, a few of them shoving me out of the way and brushing shoulders with mine for the soul purpose of being annoying. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the stairway Wonwoo and I inhabited a year or so ago instead of getting lunch. The stairway was one of those secret school exits that everyone forgot about. It lead to the back of the school away from the football fields and parking lots. Wonwoo wasn't there yet so I set my bag down and pulled my hood over my head. It was perfectly fine out this morning, why is it suddenly chilly? Suddenly I felt something being draped over my shoulders and pecks on my cheek. Wonwoo.

"Sorry I'm late. I got lunch." He said holding out half of a tuna sandwich. I took it and he patted my head. I glared as he ate his other half and smirked. I swear this man will kill me with embarrassment.

"How are you, babe?" He asked and set his sandwich on a napkin, using his empty hands to cup my knee.

"I'm fine. I got in trouble with Ms. Lee but it's not really a big deal." I chuckled remembering how red her face had gotten when she ordered me to leave. Suddenly Wonwoo leaned closer and breathed in deeply, retracting with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Why do you smell like lemons and wet paper towels?" Is that damn smell still on me? I thought I did a good enough job at hiding it. Dollar store perfume has got to go.

"Uh, I was cleaning." No need to worry him more just to tell him something neither him nor I could prevent. He cocked his head to the side, he didn't believe me.

"Mae do you think I would fall for that? What did Daena do this time?" He removed his hand from my knee to wrap it over my shoulder. I sighed and began telling him the story. "She just poured water over me. Ms. Lee told me to go to the nurse to clean up but no one was there so I had to use the sink and paper towels in the bathroom." I explained. Wonwoo's eyed darkened but he pursed his lips and kept his cool.

"Is that it?" He asked. I shook my head and continued speaking.

"When I came back it was an hour or so later so Ms. Lee got mad at me for the second time today. I was sent to the ACI room again, but it's nothing I hadn't expected so it's not a big deal." I shrugged.

"But it's a big deal to me, Mae! You don't deserve all the shit they give you!" He wasn't yelling, his voice had only gotten sharper and the tone showed his annoyance.

"We can't do anything, it's just how things are. Both of us could get in trouble, and not only with the school, our parents wouldn't be too happy with it either." He knew I was right, but his gaze on me didn't falter as he sat in silence.

"But it's worth it." I said.

"Worth what?" He questioned, sudden confusion blurring his face.

"This." I lunged myself foreword to straddle his hips and bent my face down to his, fly away hairs loosening themselves out of my ponytail and falling to the sides of my cheeks. Wonwoo blushed but held me tightly in his grip, he hadn't wanted me to move and neither did I.

"We're worth it?" He asked as if it wasn't the only answer. I nodded and we pressed our lips together. There was nothing sexual occurring, young love is innocent until proven guilty, that's what my mother told me when she read me bedtime stories as a child. Wonwoo and I pulled apart and he smiled and brushed a stray hair out of my face.

"There's 15 minutes before we need to get to our next class. What do you want to do?" Resting his head back and against the wall I laid down and sat my head on his chest.

"Can we take a nap here?" I asked. He chuckled and nodded.

"Of course, princess." And with that I closed my eyes to fall into a quick cat nap.

Wonwoo's POV

As Mae rested her head against my body I set an alarm for ten minutes, which would give us just enough time to say our goodbyes and arrive to class on time while giving her a bit of rest she must have needed after just the first half of the day. I stroked her back as it raised with every breath she took. I regretted that I couldn't help her earlier, if I was there at least one person would've defended her. I even bet the school called her house to let her father know she'd gotten into trouble, which was not her fault in the slightest. But knowing him, he had probably slept through the ringing of his house phone.

"I'm sorry you must live your life like this. I promise as soon as we are adults I'll take you away from all of this." I whispered before kissing her forehead. She didn't stir nor make a sound, she's clearly tired. If I recall correctly she hadn't slept well last night, nor the night before. Her father is getting on her tail about college, since senior year ends in just 6 months. In four months I will be 18, Mae will be the same age in five months. Her father doesn't care about her future, he just wants her out of the house and out of his life as much as she does. If she had it her way she'd be on her own with me by her side. I wouldn't have it any other way. We'd live in our own apartment with our own jobs to attend to after school and living without secrets being kept from our parents. We'd probably have a dog, Jojo would be it's name no matter what gender it is. We understand it'll be hard, the transition to adulthood. But it sure as hell beats living with our families who want nothing to do with us. An idea popped into my head and my hopes raised. Who said we had to wait until we were 18? Neither of us like being trapped here until then, so why don't we just leave?

3rd POV

The two held each other warmly until the man's alarm rang, signaling they'd have to detach and walk to their classes. Wonwoo had his Biology seminar while Mae had to attend her Psychology course, which she actually looked forward to. If there was one thing she liked about her school it would have to be that class, the class that discusses why people do things and what else they could've done. It strangely helped her cope with her mother's passing and her father's negligence and abuse. Their lesson was about childhood decisions and in the scenario they were being educated on there was a child wanting to go to a party and their parents saying no. It was no where near Mae's situation but there was one thing in common, both of their parents were keeping them from living the life they wanted. At least that's how Mae saw it.

The day had ended and the couple walks only a few blocks away from the school. There was the point where they had to go their separate ways to avoid the rath of their parents, Wonwoo lived on the East side of town while Mae lived on the West. It was almost as if their parents had planned on them being together and wished to make it as difficult on them as possible. Both of them had the same idea, running away and escaping. Yet neither of them spoke of it. It was just an idea, nothing to take too seriously. They'd do whatever they could, they were even willing to take shelter in the woods as long as it meant being together and away from their homes, if they were welcoming enough to be called such a childish term. Neither of them knew that if the other had pitched the plan that they would go through with it until the end. They knew it was illegal but they were willing to live on the run and waiting for the day they reach the legal age of consent and the nationwide accepted age of adulthood. It's not like their parents would go looking for them, they'd probably celebrate wine more alcohol and drugs then normal.

It was so close, one of them had to say the words, "Let's go." to have their new lives begin. Instead they fell back into their routine, sneaking around to live like young adults only to come home and treated like criminals by the people no one else would expect. Due to the winter season night had come earlier then it usually does. It was only four o'clock and it looked like midnight. Mae entered her house and had seen her father passed out on the couch. She grabs a snack and hides in her room, feeling like she had gotten off the hook. If her father was awake she would've had his anger and sorrow from his wife's early departure years ago pinned on her, depending on his alcohol intake he might have hit her.

Wonwoo wasn't as lucky. He came home not much later and with the soft EDM songs playing in the background he immediately smelled a mixture of pot and tobacco smoke in the air as he walked through the door. He coughed and waved his hand around to make a passage through the fog.

Four men he had not known sit on the couch with bloodshot eyes and bruises on their cheeks. Knuckles were nearly see through and the skin was as thin as paper but they still kept on smoking. They paid no mind to Wonwoo and he mentally thanked them for doing so. It didn't take much for him to see what was going on, his parents were throwing another party. What type of party, Wonwoo had not known nor did he care. There were times when they'd fill the house with addicts just to use up the surplus of drugs they transported that were least likely to be sold and there were other times were poker games turned violent and bets were settled on fights in the backyard. Most of the times it was both.

Wonwoo lived in an empty lot with a house that looks high priced on the outside but like a trash heap on the inside. He only stayed home for a couple hours of the night, it was to keep his parents thinking he was in his room. If they needed him they'd go and get him. He only snuck out when he was completely sure they were asleep. He knew they would stay asleep because he had heard hangover was a bitch. On a few occasions they caught him, but he made the excuse of dealing narcotics or going to 'teach someone a lesson', which sadly made them smile. Why did they want him to live like that?

Wonwoo tried to make his way out of the smoke, it was getting too hard for him to breathe for comfort. But when he walked through the hall to disappear into his room his father's colleagues all busted out of the basement door, a boy around his age being dragged by the back of his neck. The boy is petrified and is near tears. Wonwoo's father comes up from behind them with a cigar hanging in the corner of his smiling lips.

"Pyeonghan, my son. What a pleasure it is for you to join us." Blowing smoke into the boy's face, Wonwoo's father chuckled as the lad broke into a violent coughing fit. Clearly the kid didn't want to be here, and wasn't meant to, but it didn't look like he was forced to attend either. Wonwoo could gather that he came here and was caught in something way over his head, now it's too late to go back. What a sucker.

"What's this kid doing here?" Wonwoo sneered, he had to put on the 'disgusted disguise' to get his father to play along.

"Kid shows up trying to join in our poker game like it's all fun and games and we catch him cheating. Costing us nearly a thousand dollars." His father smacks the boys back in all but a joking matter.

"We need to teach him a lesson, right son?" Wonwoo had no choice but to nod, at refusal would lead to him being punished as well. Last thing his father wanted was to be embarrassed by his poor excuse of a son in front of so many people.

Wonwoo's father gathered everyone from the basement and from the rest of the house to congregate in the backyard. Torches lit up the night in place of the moon and Wonwoo stood quietly behind a group of men with their hands over the shoulders of...mature women wearing bikini tops and shorts. He leaned his body weight on to a porch pillar and crossed his arms. He had learned years ago that if he had not watched the gang activities his father would force him to partake in them more then he normally does. Everyone formed a large circle, the boy standing in the center of it. Members laughed and told jokes to the people near them, acting like the boy was a bonfire not yet to be lit. They were relaxed, taking swigs from their flasks or drags of their death sticks. Wonwoo was the only one nervous, not entirely for himself, partially for the boy as well. Wonwoo has muscles and years of fighting experience, the boy was scrawny and wore a collar shirt with khakis. No way will this end well. The crowd silenced as Wonwoo's father came into view, an evil smirk making the cigar impossible to keep in his mouth so instead it's laced in his fingers. With the only sound being the cackles of torch flames and his father's footsteps against fallen leaves. Wonwoo could bleed the sound into his mind.

"We have ourselves a little pest, no one cares what his name is, none of us care who's son he is, who's brother, friend or ally he might be. No one cares here." His father announces. The boy begins to shake and Wonwoo wishes for mercy on the poor dumb ass.

"This kid dares to cheat me of my money, now are we going to let that slide?!" A roaring 'No!' comes from the audience, Wonwoo spotting his mother cheering along.

"We all know how punishments work in my home. We fight with no mercy. We do not stop until one is down and stays down." More cheering. Wonwoo was sickened by the sadistic laughter he is surrounded by, hopefully the kid falls fast.

"Anyone wish to take the first hit?" Silence. Had no one wanted to waste a calorie to get everything done and over with? Or had they wanted someone specific to do the dirty deed?

"No? Pyeonghan my boy, I guess it's up to you." Wonwoo's prayers apparently weren't heard and he left his position, the crowd of people making way for their boss' kid. Some whistled, other's drank more and clapped. Wonwoo felt sick to his stomach once more but had no choice. It was either the kid or him and he wasn't taking that chance. Despite what his father had said he will go easy on the kid. It'll be a warning to never come back, but not because he most likely will not be welcome, but to keep him from being killed if he was dumb enough to return.

"Let him have it." Wonwoo's father spoke in his ear, the hairs of the back of his neck indicating that if Wonwoo didn't obey he'd surely be in deep shit after the party. Wonwoo's father joined the anticipated crowd, his arms crossed and a stern look upon his face. The boy collapsed to his knees when he was let go by the goons and trembled in the fire lit darkness. Wonwoo strode over coldly, trying to prolong the fight for as long as possible, and bent down to the kid's ear.

"Sorry, dumb ass." And the first punch was given. A loud, and painful, groan came from the kid. The crowd "ooohhh"ing excitedly once more. The kid fell to the ground, leaving his torso open and up for grabs. Wonwoo closed his eyes and kicked with all of his might. A roar of laughter and cheers masked over the cries of Wonwoo's latest victim. He felt sick and knew he was gonna vomit if he didn't stop. Ignoring the voices around him, urging him to draw blood, Wonwoo picked up the semi barely beaten boy by the collar of his shirt and brought his ear close to whisper, "If you're smart you'll go away and never return. Next time they might kill you." Wonwoo threw the boy off of him, dead silence now surrounding and filling his ears. The boy nodded and scrambled away, pushing his way through the crowd of drunks and hookers to hopefully return home and forget this evening ever happened. Wonwoo's knees weakened but he couldn't fall, he couldn't let himself go down in front of his father's followers. What would they say? The boss' son can't throw down without fainting? How pathetic can he look in his father's eyes?

The man of the hour shows up in Wonwoo's blurring vision and drags him off to the other side of the house, hidden away from the wandering eyes of his nosy peers. Wonwoo's body is forced to the wall and the only thing keeping him up straight is the pressure his father's hand is putting around his arm.

"What the hell was that back there? Why did you let the cheater go? Have you gone soft, boy?" Every sentence hurt Wonwoo's dignity the same way his father's finger pushed deeper into Wonwoo's chest as he poked. Why was his father so ruthless? Had he not cared for anything but his appearance? The very question had already been answered. Of course he hasn't, image is everything and Wonwoo had just made a fool of his father without regret.

"Are you just going to stand there and not answer me?" His father's voice was getting sharper by the word, silence was clearly once of the many wrong moves Wonwoo played in his father's game.

"He was just a kid who didn't know better." Wonwoo played his final card and hoped for the best, which would be another mark on his back to keep record of the number of times he's disobeyed his father. "I gave him a warning. He's too afraid to come back."

"And who gave you the right to award the moron with a fucking warning? Because it wasn't me!" Wonwoo's father pulled out his pocket knife and he knew what was coming. His father let go of his arm and turned him around, lifting his shirt to reveal dozens of scars from the very same tool. The cool metal grazed the skin of Wonwoo's back and the "shing" noise indicated the day had been documented. Wonwoo's father pushed him to the ground and on his knees so the fresh cut was facing the sky.

"Life would be better without you here." His father spoke to himself, half hoping Wonwoo had heard, which would've been impossible not to. His father was right, life without him here would be pure bliss for his parents. Pure bliss for everyone. Which means he doesn't have to be here. He's a legal adult, he can leave when he wants for what ever reason and his parents couldn't do a thing about it without ruining their reputation, something they cherished more than their only son.

Standing to his feet, Wonwoo touched the sore spot of his back and saw his fingers are now dotted with his own blood. The cut wasn't as serious as the ones in the past, a bandage should do the job. Striding to the front of the house, a ways away from his father's celebratory fighting and his mother's delusional support, he made his way up to his room and pulled his phone out, a message from Mae being the first thing he sees on the screen. Instead of reading it and replying how he normally would he dials her number and puts the phone up to his ear while grabbing a bag from the back of his closet. He wasn't going to just let things be the way they are any longer. Three rings later Mae picks up and greets her boyfriend before he tells her his plan.

"Pack a bag, you and I are outta here tonight." The phone is in between his ear and his shoulder but that didn't stop him one bit.

"What are you talking about?" She was surprise no doubt, but not hating the idea.

"Me and you. We are leaving, only if you want to." He could easily leave his parents behind, but not her. If she wanted to stay he'd put his things away and wait for her to choose.

"Of course I want to leave, but where would we go?" He heard ruffling from the other end and assumed it was Mae getting up and packing her things like he is.

"We can get a cheap hotel for a few days. We can go far away and never come back." He stuffed in the last of his clothes and went around the top floor of the house for cash laying around. Three hundred dollars was found after looking in one room, for once Wonwoo liked that fact his parents were god awful with money management.

"Easy for you to say, you're eighteen!" He could tell she was worried but all she needed to do was trust him. He knew it sounded crazy, but crazy isn't always bad.

"And you will be too. We just have to wait it out together." Another room and another hundred bucks. And that's just on the top floor. In another house on the other side of town there's a seventeen year old girl putting her necessities in a duffel, plotting her escape from hell with the love of her life. The young lovers were in agreement. The plan was to gather as much cash as they could and meet at the girls house at three in the morning to give both of them enough time to prepare. After that it's all on the table. They might have to go a few town's over to get a room for a day or two before heading further away. They both bared the thought that their families wouldn't go looking for them, why would they when all they've done is the opposite of what loving families do?

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minniellie-18 · 7 years

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Mark of NCT imagine // Why So Shy

Word count: 2624 Mark POV** Ugh I failed this test again. Now I have to get a tutor to help me. Hopefully y/n can tutor me. No no no I would never get work done. But she is so pretty. It would be great if I had her. Then I can spend time with her. “Mark, can I speak to you after class?” The teacher asked me. I just nodded and went through the rest of the class and this was my last class. I usually walk home so it didn’t matter if I stayed late. I noticed that y/n was packing her things up slower than normal. Maybe she was tired? “Mark, you do remember that time we talked last week? Saying that the next time you were to fail a test in my class, you would need a tutor. I have already assigned you one.” Oh no please don’t say it while y/n is here. I don’t want her to know that I am not that good at school. “Y/n, please step over here for a moment. Y/n is your tutor.” She just looked at me a smiled with a comforting look on her face. Great now she knows. “She is the best in this science class and she will be helping you out with this topic. She will continue to do so until you can prove to me that you are learning sufficiently. You guys can sort out what time you want to meet up, just make sure that it is at least once a week. Now go on home you two.” He dismissed us and she struggled to put her backpack on. It looks really heavy. As soon as I had decided that I should help her, she got it on. “Mark, I can’t meet up today because I haven’t told my parents yet. But if tomorrow works for you, I can stay here until 4.” My face got red because I was thinking about hanging out with her, and about the teasing I would get from the rest of NCT for getting a tutor who is my crush. I thought about after school tomorrow for a second and realized that I wouldn’t be able to find a way home tomorrow because Taeyong would have to leave due to schedule. But I don’t want to have to hold her back from a friday night. “Oh uh, I don’t think I could stay after tomorrow because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to get a ride.” I explained, she just nodded as she understood. “How about I come over to your dorm. If you are okay with that. The dorm area isn’t that far from my house and I could just walk home.” All I could do was just nod. I pushed the front door open and walked out of the school. We ended up walking home together because it was such a nice day. It was silent and I felt sorry for her because I was being so awkward. I just can’t stop thinking about tomorrow after school. --time skip-- The end of the day finally came and now y/n if coming over to the dorms. Only a few of the members will be there. But I don’t think that Chenle, Haechan and Jisung would stay very quiet for long. They always yell at each other and play around and keep yelling. I just really hope that they would stay quiet. The walk to the dorm was quiet and awkward after we got out of the car and then it was just like when we had walked after school yesterday. We reached the final pathway to reach the dorm. She suddenly spoke up. “So how many of your members will be there? If some are there, is it okay if I meet them?” Why on earth would she want to meet my annoying members? I got out my phone real quick and messaged them saying to make sure they looked presentable and that we were going to be arriving in a minute. I got teasing in response. We walked into the dorm to see Chenle and Jisung playing some game and Haechan had his headphones in while playing on his phone. They didn’t seem to notice us yet. Y/n had taken off her shoes and we walked to the kitchen table and set our backpacks down. She sat down right next to me and started pulling her notes and textbook out. “I am going to stay here until we finish this whole packet together. There are 3 pages front and back and yes it will take a long time with me teaching you. But we have to do this. I would be able to get this done in study hall. I will work on this and you do what you know and tell me when you are finished, okay?” She told me. Ugh this packet is going to be the death of me. I don’t really recognize half of this stuff. “Hyung! How long will you be studying? Can I join?” Chenle walked in. If they bother us we will never get anything done. “No Chenle, I need to get this done. She is probably going to be here for a while. This is y/n she is a noona to all of you guys.” “Will she be here long because you are stupid?” Haechan asked while walking in. “Now Haechan Hyung, don’t say that to Mark hyung.” Jisung defended me. “Okay so these are the only members that are here. You see them and you have met them now they can go.” I said annoyed. “Oh sorry guys, you can’t join us because this is all for grades higher than yours. Plus I think Mark here wants to get it done quickly. But that’s okay. If you ever do need help with anything I can help you later or another day.” She told them, she is so kind. “Even my math?” Jisung asked quietly with a blush. Oh he better not start to like her. “Even you math. I can help with English, Chinese, Spanish, Korean, language arts, physics, astronomy, algebra, geometry, biology, zoology, history, social studies, psychology, chemistry, art, music, nothing in gym besides dancing. I can do most subjects. But any history or science or language arts bases topics I can do the best.” “Wow, do you ever really have time to yourself? You seem to know so much. Are you any good with computer science? Because I kin-” I interrupted Haechan. “I am. Here is my number so you can message me.” She gave her number to the boys, but not me. Why?! She is supposed to be tutoring me! They all walked away and went to their rooms. About 30 minutes later I finished what I could do and she was like ⅔ done with the packet. She looked so concentrated. But I need to get help now. Oh but she is so pretty. The light is going down but the light appears gold on her skin. Everything in this room looks gold and sparkly and magical. Stop it Mark just ask her for help. “Uh Mark, are you done? You have been sitting there doing nothing for a couple minutes.” I nodded. I only got 12 questions done out of 40. She scooted closer to me and I felt my cheeks heat up as her arm brushes against mine. “Okay so let’s start with page one. I personally find these quite easy.” She started. “Yeah, um I am sorry because I am not very smart and I just couldn’t pay attention that day a-and um… yeah. I’m just not good at this.” She looked up from the paper at me. She gently set her hand on my shoulder and I blushed even more. “No Mark, it’s just that some people are not as good at doing things as other people are. Just like you are good at rapping, I am good with this. Not everyone is the same.” Oh gosh she just complimented me. Do I say thank you or should I like try to actually work. I think she just wants to work because she had gotten back to the paper. “Okay so this is the atomic symbol, if they have the dots around it, it is a Lewis Dot Structure. Now the element Argon would have 8 dots around it because it is in the 8th column and…” she kept explaining to me but I kind of stopped listening. I just found myself staring at her and biting my lips. “Right, so the column that the element is in, that’s how many dots there are around the atomic symbol?” She nodded and smiled. I did the rest of the front page. She was so good at explaining things because I was able to understand it well. She explained the next page to me and then let me do it. And the ones I got wrong she would go back and made sure that I understood before we moved on. She would be such a good teacher. It was getting late and I was trying to quiet the sounds of my stomach but to no avail. I should eat some food. I wonder if she is hungry. Oh but we don’t really have any food here. My stomach needs to shut up. “Mark I think we should go and get some food, don’t you think? You sound pretty hungry. Come on, I know this little Thai place to get some food from. The servings are quite big there so we wouldn’t have to get much. We could also just walk because it’s not that far. And I have enough money.” “Oh no no no. You shouldn’t have to pay. I will. Come on, let’s go get some food.” We got to the place and the food came out quickly. We got some drinks and I paid and then we went back to the dorm. By the time we got to the dorm it was pretty much almost dark out. We have been studying for quite a bit. She needs to go home and rest. About 2 painful hours later we were almost done and it was dark out. I wish she didn’t waste so much time on me. But I mean like, she did stay just for me. Stop being so selfish, she had to stay and tutor me because I am so stupid. I should stop thinking that I am able to be with her. She probably doesn’t even like me like that. “Okay Mark, here we go. The last page. Then I get to stop bothering you and go home.” She laughed. Wow her laugh was so great. “Oh, no you’re not bothering me at all! I enjoy you being here. I-I mean that I like you. YOUR HELP! I LIKE THAT YOU ARE HELPING ME! Not I like you. I mean I like you, no I mean...Ugh I am sorry. Thanks for helping me study I guess is what I was trying to say.” I stuttered, why can’t I say anything right around her? I probably looked like a tomato right now because I was blushing so much and I was so nervous. “Hahaha no it’s okay! Don’t be sorry. We will just finish the last page okay. And then you should get some rest.” She looked into my eyes and brought her hand up to my cheek slowly and turned my head a little bit. Oh shit she it touching my face. I can’t stop looking at her lips. Should I kiss her? Should I not? Why are her cheeks pink? “Uhm, I will try to hurry through this last page because you look tired, and um I should be getting home soon.” She took her hand away from my face and I could barely look her in the eyes. I have to turn away from her for a second. “Uh uhm, I am going t-to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I darted out of there as fast as I could. I just tried to breath normally but I just couldn’t I need to know if she has feelings for me. But I am so scared. What if she doesn’t like me back. But she blushed when she touch my face. Not it was just hot in the room. Or maybe it was just me. Because when I am around her I get so nervous that my whole body gets hot and my heart stops when she says my name. I just can’t not tell her how I feel. I like her way to much to just let her go and probably find someone else. I mean I have already seen her with someone else. I remember how sad I got because she didn’t like me. UGH I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! Tears of frustration started welling up in my eyes. I wiped them away and I was getting ready to walk out the door. I opened it and I heard her voice. Was she talking to herself? Did one of the guys come out of their rooms? I looked around the corner and saw her on the phone. “Yeah Unnie, I will be home soon. Maybe an hour... I already had dinner... Just some Thai food… I think the tutoring is going well… Oh it is with Mark… Yes Unnie that Mark… No I haven’t and I can’t. Listen I have to go okay. Bye.” I walked over and sat back down. I purposely pretended to get the questions wrong so she can help me with them and stay longer. She was so beautiful when she was explaining things to me. Her smile and the way she laughs. Her eyes glisten and light up when I finally get a question right. She is so smart and kind and funny and just- gah so amazing. I love the way she explains the problems with things that I already understand instead of just throwing new stuff at me. The last page was done in no time and when I saw the last question answered my heart dropped. Now she has to go home. “Look, I am sorry for making you work so late. I just think that it is best to get it out of the way now rather than taking up your whole weekend. I will have a study guide made for you by Sunday. It will take some time for me to create it. I have to go now.” She said while packing up her things. “Wait y/n, I will walk you home. It is dark out.” My stomach got butterflies as she pushed a piece of her hair out of the way. “No, please don’t. I will be okay.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I mean I only live like a street over. I guess that I will be going now. Goodbye Mark.” She stood on her toes and gave me a hug and my face turned red. I felt her slip something into my pocket. I pulled it out and it was her number. I opened the door back up and called to her outside. “Y/n is this why you wanted to walk alone? Just a creative way for you to give me your number?” “Yes, that and if I get caught with you at my house, my mom would go crazy.” I laughed out loud. I covered my mouth from my embarrassing laugh. “Don’t stop laughing. I think your laugh is cute, just like you.” I almost fainted. She called me cute! I giggle and waved then closed the door. Man she is amazing. ~Admin Ellie

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vaniljainen-vadelma · 5 years

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

pretty good I guess. when i was younger we didn’t really get along but now it’s much better.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

Haven’t said it to anyone. it sounds so cringy in finnish, no one really uses it. (it’s “minä rakastan sinua” lmao)

03: Do you regret anything?

many things! at the moment i regret i didn’t get my driver’s license earlier...

04: Are you insecure?

yes, that word describes me very well...

05: What is your relationship status?

single. and happy about it.

06: How do you want to die?

when i sleep, without pain

07: What did you last eat?

an apple

08: Played any sports?

yes, track and field and dancing

09: Do you bite your nails?

sometimes...

10: When was your last physical fight?

i think it was when i had to push my little sister out of my room because she didn’t leave otherwise. i don’t know if that counts though.

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

no, i physically couldn’t.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

not really hate but i don’t like my driving teacher

14: Do you miss someone?

no i guess

15: Have any pets?

a cat and a dog

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

kinda anxious because i have to drive tomorrow and i can’t do shit. i also have a very important exam next week and haven’t prepared well enough for it.

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

actually no

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

no. i wouldn’t want to touch the past.

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

i haven’t. lmao

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i'll graduate high school!!! i'm so excited omg

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i have no piercings

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

maths, psychology and maybe biology

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

acceptance and respect

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

probably yes when i think about it. i was in 6th grade and one boy tried to confess his feelings for me and i just run away???

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

haven't had one

30: What’s irritating you right now?

i have to go driving in one hour with my annoying teacher

31: Does somebody love you?

idk

32: What is your favourite color?

turquioise

33: Do you have trust issues?

yes, but not continiuosly

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

ummm... some kind of family dinner i think. and one of sk*m actors was there and he was a part of my family???

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my driving teacher... gosh

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

sometimes yes.

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

idl, never have had one

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

some kind of pasta

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

watched chambers on netflix

54: Is cheating ever okay?

no.

55: Are you mean?

i can be very mean, yes. it's usually towards my little sister. i haven't be mean with my friends.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

yes, i'm essentially quite romantic. that doesn't mean i like every romance movie ever made though.

58: Favourite weather?

when it's like warm but not too warm amd a little bit windy. the sky is clear and it's very sunny.

59: Do you like the snow?

yes i really like it! i've grown up in a northern country and i was always so excited when it started snowing

60: Do you wanna get married?

at the moment? not really. maybe if i find that right person who makes me happy. but marriage is really just pretty pointless formality...

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

i don't personally like it very much. no one has ever used it on me though

62: What makes you happy?

my pets, movies, friends, the feeling that i've accomplished something...

63: Would you change your name?

younger me would say YESSSS!! but now i've grown quite fond to it so nope :)

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

i haven't kissed anyone lmao

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

depends on how i feel about that person. if i don't like him romantically, i wouldn't be with them that way.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

not anymore. when i was younger i had a couple of pretty close male friends

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my dad

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

some of my friends. don't remember who though. maybe T

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

not in real life. maybe some people fit tpgether really well and are almost like soulmates but fundamentally i just can't get behind the idea that some souls are linked.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

figuratively speaking i would die for many fictional characters but irl? i don't really think so. i don't really have anyone really close right now.

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topmixtrends · 6 years

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I HAVE WRITTEN exactly one fan letter in my life. It was the fall of 1999, and my new friend Grace and I decided to write to our favorite author — an author we’d seen reading at our school the previous year. Our letter began:

Dear Tamora Pierce, we are in sixth grade in Boston and your Tortall books are our all-time favorites. Grace’s favorite character is Daine and Josephine’s favorite is Alanna; which one is your favorite?

We never received an answer — I can’t remember if the letter was ever even successfully mailed — but our loyalty remained steadfast, even through the Harry Potter craze, and through the many other important literary discoveries Grace and I would go on to make in our teenage years and afterward. As it turned out, Tamora Pierce fandom was a surprisingly effective shortcut for identifying friends even as I grew older. In college, my roommate was a huge devotee as well.

It’s an intense and cult-ish thing to discover Pierce’s books as a young girl. Pierce is a fantasy writer beloved by many readers who do not consider themselves fantasy fans. This is because, for all their sorcerers and dragons, her books, at their core, are about young women growing up and figuring out who they are: how to be weird and stubborn and heroic and angry, how to deal with getting their periods, how to control their tempers, how to handle jealousy, how to decide whether to sleep with their best friends or their teachers, how to prevent pregnancy, how to navigate romantic relationships with men many years their seniors, how to challenge and defeat men many years their seniors, how to be women who don’t conform to the rigid expectations of their (entirely imaginary!) world and time.

Pierce’s books are as rich with original world-building details as Tolkien’s or Rowling’s, but she’s also obsessed with the everyday logistics and mini-dramas of growing up female. Her work thus appeals not only to hardcore fantasy readers but also to bookish girls who were raised on more traditional girls’ fiction: Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Malory Towers, Harriet the Spy, The Little Princess, The Secret Garden. But Pierce goes much further than the authors of those books in exploring the messy biology and psychology of growing up, the urges and desires of adolescent girls. She’s Louisa May Alcott meets Judy Blume meets Ursula K. Le Guin. And her fans, especially her female fans, return to her many series time and again, not merely to lose themselves in the lives we will never lead (winning sword fights, talking to horses, pretending to be a boy in order to train as a knight, falling in love with a man who used to be a crow) but also to recognize elements of the lives we actually do — or, at the very least, might — lead (worrying about pregnancy, falling in love with long-time friends, convincing men to hire us for demanding jobs).

In Pierce’s debut novel, Alanna: The First Adventure, published in 1983, 10-year-old Alanna of Trebond disguises herself as a boy to train as a knight in the kingdom of Tortall, only to awake one morning to discover she has gotten her period.

She got out of bed — and gasped in horror to find her things and sheets smeared with blood. She washed herself in a panic and bundled the sheets down the privy. What was going on? She was bleeding, and she had to see a healer; but who? She couldn’t trust the palace healers. They were men and the bleeding came from a secret place between her legs. Hunting frantically, she found some bandage and used it to stop the red flow. Her hands shook.

Ultimately, she is forced to confess to her friend George that she’s actually a girl. George takes her to see a healer who gives her the Tortall version of The Talk: “It happens to us all. We can’t bear children until it begins.” The healer, very practically, then gives Alanna a “gold symbol dangling from a thin cord” to protect her from getting pregnant. This is certainly not meant as a birth control how-to for readers, but the physical exigencies of menstruation and contraception are as integral to Pierce’s vividly imagined worlds as dragons and magic and jousting. And while a magic token might serve as an effective means of preventing pregnancy in Tortall, the moral is clear: just because it’s a problem magic can solve doesn’t mean it’s an issue young women can overlook or ignore.

As an eight-year-old, I didn’t even register the significance of that gold symbol and what it was intended to do. I was too preoccupied with Alanna’s quests to defeat the evil brother of the King, or replace the shaman of a Bazhir tribe, or travel to the Roof of the World to claim the magical Dominion Jewel. Two or three years later, returning to the books as I so often did (and still do), it finally clicked that that was a contraceptive charm. My first time through, I also missed the moment when Alanna finally decides to sleep with Prince Jonathan. It was only as I came back to the books that I began to understand the full range of adolescent issues Pierce had addressed so deftly, realized that the stories worked on multiple levels — as adventure tales for children, as guides to the challenges and pitfalls of adolescence, as romances attuned to the many facets of youthful love and lust.

Pierce did not set out to write for an adolescent audience. Before they became a series of four young adult books, the Alanna stories began as a single 732-page manuscript aimed at adults, replete with “sex and drugs and alcohol use and harsh language.” Two publishers turned down that manuscript in the early 1980s. At the time, Pierce was working as a housemother at a group home for teenage girls, and they became her audience. In fact, the director of the home had forbidden Pierce to let the girls read her manuscript because it touched on so many of the issues he believed had “gotten them into trouble in the first place.” So, instead, Pierce narrated an edited version of Alanna’s story during the evenings — but not quite so heavily edited as the director probably wished. As Pierce recalls:

I told it to them the way I thought they would respect. I had lost any illusions about teenagers I had ever had. I wrote about the things those girls had taught me teenage girls thought and did and I was straightforward about it. Without knowing it, without really thinking about it, I just made a pact with my readers that I was going to be as straightforward with my readers as I could be.

The determination to be frank about contraception and sexual health solidified early in Pierce’s life, when her sister visited her at college and mentioned that she had been having unprotected sex. Pierce promptly marched her to the nearest drugstore to show her the over-the-counter options. At the group home, one of the teenage girls already had a child, and another was pregnant, but Pierce discovered they knew very little about female anatomy or reproductive health. So she located a plastic model of the female abdomen and uterus and used it to give impromptu biology and sex education lessons in the dining room.

Pierce’s ideas about how young women should be introduced to the topics of sex and sexual health are evident in her books. In Squire (2004), part of a later series set in Tortall, Keladry of Mindelan, known as Kel, is training to be a knight after the ban on girls has been lifted, thanks in large part to Alanna’s earlier success. Kel also receives advice on birth control, this time from her mother, Ilane.

“Perhaps you should see a healer,” Ilane suggested. “Get a charm to keep you from pregnancy, until you’re certain you’d like to be a mother. Then, if you do get carried away, you can surrender to your feelings.” Ilane grinned wickedly. “Goddess knows your father and I did.”

Substitute pills for a magic charm and it’s the kind of sentiment you can almost imagine Pierce imparting to her sister, or the girls at the group home, about the realities of sex and the importance of preparedness.

Contraception is important to Pierce’s characters because they choose to have sex as teenagers. While those sexual encounters are not described in explicit detail, neither are they primly avoided, as in most of the “contemporary” girls books I read growing up, or glossed over with weddings and the sudden appearance of small children, as in the 19th and early 20th century romances of Jo March or Anne Shirley. Alanna and Kel and other Pierce heroines weigh seriously whether or not they want to have sex and with whom and what the consequences will be. Here is Kel debating whether to sleep with her friend and fellow squire Cleon:

She didn’t think she was ready to share his bed, though she certainly liked kissing him. She wondered why he joked about making love to her but never tried to do so. Squires tumbled girls of the lower classes all the time; they were infamous for it. Kel feared both possible explanations for his refusal to press her. Either her large, muscular body was ugly to him, which seemed unlikely when they kissed; or he meant to marry her as people of their station married, with the bride a virgin.

When her agent, Claire Smith, suggested that Pierce turn the original Alanna manuscript into a series of shorter books for young adults, Pierce toned the stories down. But the books still featured forthright discussions of menstruation, sex, and contraception, especially when compared to other young adult fantasy novels. Still, Pierce has said that she encountered very little pushback when she began publishing in the 1980s. In the decade following Judy Blume’s controversial depictions of masturbation, birth control, and sexuality in such books as Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret (1970), Deenie (1973), and Forever (1975), the Alanna stories may have seemed comfortably removed in their fantasy universe.

The only fight Pierce recalls with her first editor, Jean Karl at Atheneum, was over a scene in Lioness Rampant (1988) in which Alanna drinks wine as medicine. Pierce pointed out that the use of alcohol for medicinal purposes was historically accurate, but she ultimately agreed to change the beverage to a mug of tea brewed with special herbs. Years later, working with a new publisher, Scholastic, on a different series of books (set in the Emelan Universe, her other fantasy world), Pierce encountered another of the random red lines of young adult fiction. For her 2003 novel Shatterglass, Pierce had described a population of prostitutes, the Yaskedasi, who were targeted by a mysterious killer. “Apparently that’s still a no-no,” Pierce observes. So, at the request of her editor, she changed the women into street performers.

That her publishers were most concerned with mentions of alcohol and prostitution is striking in light of all the other provocative topics Pierce has touched on in her writing. The most controversial and complicated sexual relationship in her work is that of yet another Tortall hero, Veralidaine Sarrasri (or Daine), who talks to animals and studies Wild Magic — a career choice that appeals to animal-loving readers. Daine falls for her teacher, the powerful mage Numair Salmalin, who is some 20 years older. Pierce addresses the age difference head-on in The Realms of the Gods (1996), the last of the books in Daine’s quartet, when the two characters finally admit their feelings to each other:

“It just doesn’t seem right. I feel that I’m … taking advantage of your innocence. A man of my — years, and reputation —”

“‘Taking advantage of’? […] And what reputation?”

“You of all people should know that I’ve been involved with ladies of the court.”

“What has that got to do with the price of peas in Persopolis?”

“It’s easy for an experienced man to delude a young woman into believing herself in love with him. It is the basest kind of trickery, even when the man does not intend it.”

“Do you love me or not?” […]

“That is not the topic under discussion.”

Daine and Numair’s relationship is often the topic under discussion when parents and schools challenge or condemn Pierce’s books for their sexual explicitness. Pierce has several practiced responses to those who feel that inter-generational romance is an inappropriate story line for teenagers. Historically, the plot makes sense, she says, since men often married much younger women in the Middle Ages. Then, she explains that Daine is in many ways more emotionally mature than Numair, despite being much younger. Finally, she points out that Numair has been lying about his age for so long that even he probably doesn’t know how old he is.

Despite her calm responses, it’s clear that criticism of the Daine-Numair relationship has left Pierce even more determined to tackle issues that some think teenagers are not prepared to read about. Indeed, Pierce responded to the controversy by inventing a new, even more age-inappropriate relationship in her Trickster series, which features Alanna’s daughter Aly. Aly falls in love with a crow-turned-man named Nawat who, according to Pierce’s calculations, is all of three years old by the time he sleeps with 18-year-old Aly. “That was my revenge,” Pierce says wryly.

Pierce’s ability to shift back and forth between the magical (crows turning into men) and the all-too-real (dating a much older man) is a significant part of the charm of her books, just as J. K. Rowling’s ability to mix the impending battle of good versus evil with the concerns of everyday student life — grades and dances and the school sports teams — is a huge part of the appeal of the Harry Potter books. But Pierce takes her characters — and readers — more seriously as young women and adolescents than Rowling or most of her other contemporaries. Pierce is not afraid to acknowledge that teenage sexuality often goes beyond kissing, or to tackle the difference between lust and love, but at the same time she doesn’t feel the need to turn Alanna or Daine or Kel or Aly into the kind of sophisticated, hyper-sexually active young women who populate the Gossip Girl books. Instead, she treats the lives and ambitions and worries of her female characters with surprising frankness, nuance, and respect. When to have sex, how to deal with the risk of pregnancy, whether to marry the handsome prince who was your best friend and first lover but perhaps not your true love — these are important and hard decisions, Pierce recognizes, with real consequences and significant emotional stakes for her young heroines.

“I just did what had to be done in terms of the girls’ physical and romantic maturation,” she says. “Let’s face it, when you’re a girl disguised as a boy trying to be a knight, your sexual transformation is a major deal!” Much of her interest in the everyday logistics of her fantasy worlds stems from Pierce’s practical outlook, which overlays even her most fantastic, magical creations. Growing up as a Lord of the Rings fan, she recalls being concerned with the elements of Tolkien’s stories that “just weren’t practical” — such as the characters “eating stew on the road, when stew is something you, well, stew for hours and hours.” Not so in Tortall and Emelan, which are not just full of surprises and magic but also eminently practical details.

If Pierce was influenced by Tolkien and other major fantasists, her books also bear the marks of less obvious predecessors, including Louisa May Alcott. Pierce’s great-aunt gave her a copy of Little Women as a child, and Pierce took an instant dislike to the four sisters at the center of the story. “For a while, I was going, ‘oh, it was brainwashing for girls,’” Pierce says of her initial reaction to Alcott’s classic novel. “It took me a long time to realize that those girls were really active. They were boating, they were shooting arrows, they were setting up theaters and doing plays and walking and sledding.” Pierce has even cited Beth March as her “idea of real courage,” pointing to Beth’s decision to care for a child with scarlet fever in spite of the risk of infection. “Thinking about Beth March made me redefine my definition of female courage, and I’ve been building on that ever since,” Pierce has said.

At first glance, Alcott’s March sisters would seem an unlikely inspiration for Pierce’s hot-tempered, cunning, combat-trained heroines. And yet Pierce’s books have a surprisingly strong kinship with classic girls’ coming-of-age books of the mid-19th and early 20th centuries: Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, Betsy-Tacy, Little House in the Big Woods. Needless to say, there is no magic in these books — nor, for that matter, is there any discussion of menstruation, pre-marital sex, or contraception. But the core of Pierce’s novels is ultimately not their finely wrought magical systems or their carefully considered treatment of adolescent sexual development; rather, it is the question of how teenage girls navigate the world around them to become the women they want to be, instead of the women everyone around them wants and expects them to become. Alanna’s hankering to be a knight mirrors Jo March’s desire to become a writer — and the reader feels how equally unlikely and bewildering those goals must have seemed in the respective worlds of each young woman, how completely each of them had to invent her own vision for what she wanted to become, and how utterly those visions diverged from the models set for them by their mothers and the other women around them.

It is this thread of pragmatic feminism that draws to Pierce’s work so many female readers who grew up on more traditional, less magical series. Pierce, like Alcott, like L. M. Montgomery, is capable of tapping into that elusive and powerful voice that suggests to girls who live in entirely different worlds and times: this is how you grow up, this is how you become your own woman. When I was eight, of course, I wanted to be Alanna, but I understood even then that I lived in the wrong universe. Now that I’m 28, I no longer aspire to be a knight with magical powers (most of the time), but I still return to the books for inspiration and guidance about how to find my place in the world, even though the Tortall universe operates under a completely different set of rules than my own.

It’s the peculiar tendency of many book-loving girls to read young adult fiction as a kind of a guidebook, a how-to for growing up. Thus, we see readers declaring themselves to be a “Jo” or an “Amy” or a “Beth” or a “Meg,” or falling for fictional boyfriends, or taking sides between competing love interests, even among vampires and werewolves. We expect young adult fiction to deliver messages and lessons we would never look for in adult fiction — and no one is more susceptible to these morals than teenage girls. No one reads The Lord of the Rings with an eye to Frodo as a guide into manhood. And yet, for middle school girls like me and Grace, part of the appeal of Alanna and Daine and Kel lay in how completely their lives were unlike ours and, at the same time, how many points of intersection there were with our own development: sibling squabbles, first period, parental expectations, school bullies, contraception, first love.

Pierce’s rabid fan base includes men as well as women, of course. In fact, I was first introduced to her books by my older brother, who has reread them and committed them to memory every bit as obsessively as I. Pierce’s literary success may operate at a lower level than the superstardom of J. K. Rowling and Suzanne Collins, but her fan base is no less devoted. Many of her books have been best sellers, and her 28 novels have sold more than four million copies worldwide. All of her books remain in print — a testament to the loyalty of her fans and the enduring appeal of her writing.

Pierce’s novels are simultaneously wildly inventive fantasy and essentially realistic. They meld the excitement of adventure and escape into fantasy worlds with the distinct young adult thrill of finding characters who help you live in your own world, in your own body. They imbue your own daily decisions and routines with some of the thrill of the joust or the Knight’s Ordeal. They enrich your life and world even as they tantalize you with all the lives you will never live and the worlds you will never see.

Josephine Wolff is assistant professor of public policy and computing security at Rochester Institute of Technology. Her writing has appeared in Slate, The Atlantic, the New Republic, and Scientific American.

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Spring 2017- The Semester So Far

I started writing this post back in February. And then I lost it because I couldn't remember what app I wrote it in. So yea, this is a pretty late time in the semester for a "mid-semester review," and may end up being more of a final overview. I'm okay with that.

In some ways, it feels like I'm still getting into the swing of things, so it can be hard to believe that I've been here for a month already (at least, I had in February). In other ways, it's like I never left.

Classes Overview: Renaissance - Dr. Gaetano It's a good thing that Dr. Gaetano warned us about all the reading we would have for this class, because yea, it's a lot of reading. But it's all good stuff. We started the course talking mostly about understandings of the Middle Ages, and now we've been focusing on writings on education. I guess the question of what makes up a good education has been on my mind a lot lately, so it's good for me to think about it in the scholastic/humanistic contexts. And, of course, I love history, and I like studying how people thought.

Intro to Journalism II - Mrs. Servold This is just like Intro to Journalism I but better. The focus is on feature and opinion writing. I like both of these better than news reporting, because even though interviews and research can be fun, I'm getting tired of the strict formulaic writing that comes with it. Features and op-eds are much more fun, and we've read some pretty great examples so far. This was the only midterm I've ever gotten higher than 100% on, which is just another reason I like this class.

Intro to Psychology - Dr. McArthur I signed up for this class last semester and dropped it after about a week because it was so much reading. Which it is. Most of it is pretty easy to understand, though. We recently (in February) finished the Biology section, which I'm glad about because I have a really hard time remembering that stuff. Much of my time on this class has been dedicated to a group project. We were supposed to present last week, but hadn't actually done our experiment yet. That's mostly due to my professor's inability to respond to emails in a timely manner, so luckily she doesn't mind us presenting late. The plan now is to do the experiments this week and present on Thursday, so I'll have to let you know how that goes. It's frustrating that it's taking so long, so it will be good to have it over. UPDATE: we finally did the experiment and it was super fun. We went to the preschool to test children's understanding of conservation. So for instance, I had two identical glasses with equal amounts of water, but once I poured one into a beaker, the kids thought the beaker suddenly had more water. Silly children. They don't understand that just because something changes shape doesn't mean it changes mass. Adorable.

US & the World Since WWII - Dr. Moreno It's hard to say exactly what I think of this class. We're covering a lot of material without going very in-depth, which you pretty much have to do to cover so many events in one semester. So I think I'm learning, but I feel like I could be learning better. Part of that is from putting off reading in order to focus on an upcoming paper (and other homework), so I'll be able to get on that next week. UPDATE: I've now had two papers in this class and I felt good about both of them. The first was on Dr. Spock's Baby and Child Care, and the second was LBJ's Howard Commencement Address. We don't choose our own topics, which is unusual, but it's worked out.

January highlights:

My dorm, Mauck, was redecorated over the summer/fall! And it's lovely. My room is big and blue and adorable. It's nice to have such a fancy dorm with air conditioning and all kinds of important things.

The improv group "Broadway's Next Hit Musical" came to Hillsdale and performed songs based on audience suggestions, one of which turned into a full musical. It was hilarious. They really did their research, too, and made some very Hillsdale-specific jokes (i.e. "Hillsdating), which added to the charm.

I started taking voice lessons (in addition to guitar still) for the first time since second semester freshman year. I'm really enjoying it! I have the same teacher, Kristi Matson, who I had before, and I like her a lot. I had this "irrational" fear beforehand that she'd try to convince me I'm actually a soprano instead of an alto like I've always sung, which turned out to be a perfectly rational fear. But I'm liking those high notes much more than I thought I would.

A friend approached me over Christmas break about helping him edit/upload online-only pieces for the Collegian website, so I started doing that. The section is called Study Break, and we cover a range of topics, from op-eds to fun listicles or other features. I really like editing! And it's good to know the ropes of the website.

February highlights:

I started a radio show! Well, my friend Sarah Schutte asked me if I was interested in co-hosting a show with her about the history of Hillsdale College, and obviously heck yes I was. Now, we record two three-and-a-half minute clips a week with fun facts and anecdotes. You can hear episodes of "Wait, What Happened?" on Radio Free Hillsdale 101.7 FM (also SoundCloud).

I met a Hillsdale alumna named Joy Pullmann, who is both an editor at The Federalist and a homeschool mom, so basically who I plan to grow up to be. Which I told her, and then she asked if I wanted to write for her. Which obviously heck yes I did. Here is a piece I sent her!

Somehow, I wrote in my planner that I had a midterm on February 9. Felt very unprepared. Realized 30 min before that it was on March 9. Relief.

Every year, the ladies of SAI call people and perform "Singing Valentines" around Feb. 14. It's always a good time. Sometimes people request really weird songs, which adds to the bizarreness of the whole situation. I called my mom and we sang "My Heart Will Go On," which apparently my dad wasn't thrilled with because she kept singing it all day.

I got an email from George Angell of the theatre department asking if I was planning to audition for the upcoming play he was directing. I wasn't, but he said he had me in mind for the female lead. All year, I’ve had this idea that if someone specifically asked me to audition for a play, and wanted me for a challenging role, then I'd do it. So that's what happened! Now I'm playing Doctor Mathilde von Zahnd in Durrenmatt's The Physicists. It's quite a show. I'll have to write a whole post about it later, for fear of spoilers. We open on Wednesday!

I went to Jilly Beans- this cute little coffee shop in town- with friends to celebrate my 22nd birthday! It was a lovely time.

My friend Sarah and I decided to pick up a little (as in, little sister) together in SAI. Unfortunately, the girl we chose ended up deciding not to join after all, which was a bummer. But, there's still next semester.

March highlights:

Mom and dad came for Parent's Weekend! Normally, they come in the fall, but my mom wasn't able to take work off. They got to see the new Mauck, meet our professors, and hang out with us. Mom ended up sticking around a few extra days and visiting classical schools, then she and I flew home together for spring break.

We all saw the musical "Kiss Me, Kate" that the theatre department performed. It was very cute and super well done.

We also saw paintings by Winston Churchill on display in Sage.

Hillsdale went on lockdown after a former student called in a threat. It was a little scary, but no one ended up being in danger. The student was caught that same afternoon. Certainly a strange experience.

We had SAI formal in the Mauck Solarium. I took my friend Noah. It was really fun! We mostly played card games and Bananagrams. And experienced a modern day photobooth- a selfie stick and props.

April highlights:

I attended Opera Workshop. The show consisted of different songs from various operas all centering around madness and death. It was really good, though pretty long.

I wrote an op-ed on why Hillsdale students should read up on the history of the college.

The SAI concert! It was fantastic! At least, I think so. Here’s a full video. and here is where I am: Blue Skies Fairest Lord Jesus Depreston (solo) thank you Dani and Giannina! Touch the Sky Another day of Sun (solo)

I went to Chicago with some students and professors from the History department. I'd never been before, and it was really cool! I mostly stayed with my friends Mary and Patience from SAI, and we wandered the Field Museum, the Navy Pier, and other cool historic spots.

The theatre honorary (APO) had an initiation, which was theatrical as always. I now have an APO little- my friend Jonathan Henreckson. His girlfriend is my APO big, Elena Creed, and together they consider themselves Regan's parents. So we have a bizarre little family situation going on.

I stayed on campus this Easter, which I somehow didn't realize was an option until this year. It ended up being a great call. I got some work done, got to relax, and went to my home church here (Countryside) with Regan and Matthew.

I'm sitting in a brand-new coffee shop called Rough Draft. It's charming and the coffee is very good. I plan to spend lots more time here.

Looking forward:

It's hard to believe the semester is almost over. Finals week will be here before I know it.

Right in the middle of finals week is the performance of Shakespeare in the Arb's Taming of the Shrew. I joined the crew last semester as the graphic designer, and somehow found myself with two small roles as well. I think it will be a good show. We've certainly put a lot of work into it.

In my penultimate semester, I will be taking:

Constitutional Convention – Rahe

Ancient Rome – Calvert

Biology (Human) – Johnson

Philosophy of Education – Beier

Voice – Matson

And of course, more writing for the Collegian.

I don't actually believe that I only have two more semesters. Maybe it will hit me soon.

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