#And as an e-liter main I like to keep my distance

[mr-urple]

I’m gonna strangle the splatoon devs <- has not gotten a single range up or main saver chip for three runs

[lunartearrose]

Sometimes i think abt assassination classroom again and i think abt okuda and how she doesnt get much characterization beyond her abilities to make science and like. Sure she probably had more focus time in manga but consider this:

What if she had an "It's me versus everyone" kind of mentality - in the way that in order to not be bullied, she felt she had to strike first?

See, it starts with the terasaka gang ending up pretty badly sick. Typical signs of nausea and upset stomach, everyone writes it off as something they ate despite protests of home ec being their strongest skill.

But then, it starts to spread to others. Ok, some think, maybe its a stomach bug? So they distance themselves...

But karma points out something interesting - if you go off campus for lunch or keep yours within your sight at all times, you haven't gotten sick yet. Someone has to be poisoning these lunches in some way.

Cue suspicion and madness until korosensei steps in to help! He identifies some of the chemicals put into the bad lunches and helps our main crew investigate. Meanwhile, okuda, in order not to he found out, also poisons her own lunch (maybe a bit worse than the others out of a subconscious guilt) and ends up being in the care of two of our forefront classmates (kaede is one while the other can be sugino, karma, isogai, rio, whoever rlly) while nagisa helps koro snoop around with some of the remaining students, again from that pool minus kaede. Karasuma is also helping because his lunch is in a safe with 5 locks so he's fine. Irina? Suffering like hell and being dramatic about it at her house because hell yes an excuse to chill at home instead of teachhh. Karasuma is sick of these phonecalls btw.

Shenanigans ensue with finding trace amounts of chemicals from the science room missing and other bits here and there, and it'd be to the point where another classmate may have been framed-

-if it wasnt for karma taking some initiative and just going through his classmates things without asking. Its a move that makes people mad at him but the results are a journal Okuda kept throughout her middleschool life struggles, how she was bullied and spent her days in chem class messing around to avoid trouble. Her vow before E class is to get the other students before they get her, thus giving way to notes about the best way to poison a lunch subtly enough. She doesnt wanna kill, just make them all sick enough to not bother her.

Of course the results are a gentle scolding from korosensei about not literally poisoning your classmates and how she should be focusing thar skill on poisoning him instead, and a lot of reassurance that nobody’s going to be hurting her like that up here - after all everyone in this building has had one bad experience or another and its not that kind of environment up here.

Of course, Karma is going to ask her to make him good poisons (and maybe hold it over her head that she owes him for almost poisoning him too) but then moments ruined because she did poison herself worse than the others and ends up throwing up. Cue koro going "oh yeah ok kids i just finished mixing some antidote sorry ^^; be back inna sec" while we fade out to a different scene asap. Ep would end with okuda getting invited to hang out by kaede and going somewhere nice after school! And if some other girls are quick to forgive, they will also be there, making okuda feel more welcome as a whole in their group. Yippee! Things endnoff with okuda writing out a more hopeful entry in that journal.

Or at least she's going to until she realizes she never got it back. We cut to a scene of nagisa doing his best to try and get it back for her while karma is holding it up high and taking some pictures of the more interesting entries because of course he is. Karma bastard moments ^w^

Anyways thats my take! Let girls have a vengeful side teehee

[profblahson]

Dies Irae

Eight notes.

Hell, this theme can be identified in fewer, especially when you know what you’re looking for. But eight notes is about all it takes, and you’ve got yourself one of the most iconic themes surrounding death, horror, and the macabre.

Even if you don’t know it by name, you almost certainly know it by sound.

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This is the first post the month of spooky and macabre music for Spooky Season! I wanted to start off with a classic and widely-used piece (or chant in this case). I’m planning a few of these, so keep an eye out throughout the month!

Art by @nynehells , go check them out!

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What is the Dies Irae?

From Latin, “Day of Wrath,” this sequence is dated as far back as the 13th century. While who formally wrote the chant is not entirely known (originally attributed, however, to Thomas of Celano, but that is now debated), the text is clearly based on a Biblical passage, Zep 1:14-16. Below is both the Latin-English translation of the Dies Irae’s opening stanza, and the referenced Bible text.

The poem does in fact end on a more hopeful note, but the opening lines are harrowing, and where a lot of music draws inspiration.

This is the most typical variation of the chant, in d minor. Already off to a great start, as d minor is often called one of the darkest and saddest keys in the circle. The closeness of the starting pitches (Me-Re/F-E is only a half step) adds tension, and the whole step resolution to our home note (Te-Do/C-D) is weak, leaving our ears a bit put off. We don’t travel far - only the distance of a Perfect Fourth, another interval full of tension, with little release. All this combined with such intense lyrics, it’s no wonder the music is so commonly used with death. Sung as a slow chant, and you’ve created a menacing piece of music that has haunted the world over for literal centuries.

Dies Irae in Music

The Dies Irae is ubiquitous in classical music and horror/thriller scores. We’ll take a quick look at some of the more popular uses of the piece! Two classical pieces and two modern pop culture references.

Hilariously, for purposes of this post, the first two examples don’t directly use the Dies Irae chant; instead, they set the text to frenetic, intense music (and I also like them :) )

Requiem - Mozart

The Dies Irae is part of the Ordinary, and so it’s included in Requiems, which is a Mass for the Dead. Mozart’s Requiem was the last piece he worked on before his death (passed before completing it), and it’s a huge choral work.

The Dies Irae appears relatively early on, and it’s a mood changer. Fast, aggressive, chaotic…it truly sounds like impending doom.

The goal of this movement seems to make audiences feel the frantic energy of the text. It SCREAMS Day of Wrath!!

Requiem - Verdi

Another use of the frantic energy depicted in the text. Verdi’s Dies Irae is also loud, bombastic, and quite literally hits you hard right away. Hear that gun-shot bass drum and timpani! The strings absolutely fly by; Intense and fast chromatic lines in the trumpets sound as though they’re heralding in one’s doom. (This one’s my favorite btw)

Common to both of these examples: dynamics are turned up to 11, their tempi are fast and relentless, and both use wicked scalar motion which, combined with the speed, create a blast of sound that simply pummel listeners.

Some more recent uses of the Dies Irae in media up next! For these two, we actually hear the chant proper, not use of the text.

The Shining Theme

I mean, it's quite literally the Dies Irae! This movie even uses the second half of the chant that a lot of pieces and references don't get into. Right off the bat, hearing the Dies Irae, we know this film is going to include a lot of death (which is exactly what occurs). The main theme is played on this funky organ/synth, adding atmosphere, with little room for release.

Sweeney Todd

So, I’m gonna just link Sideways’ video on this musical, because he just does a better job than I ever could. Please watch this video because it’s oh so good.

The TL;DW of the video is: the Dies Irae is used throughout the music of Sweeney Todd. It’s literally baked into (pun intended) the score. Invert notes here, play it backwards there, change the rhythm a bit, or reharmonize it this way, and you can create an entire musical that hints at the themes of death right off the bat! It’s very clever writing.

Closing Thoughts

It’s obviously very difficult to separate the Dies Irae and the concept of Death, since even from its inception the text and music has, uh, been like that! The intense energy of the text lends itself to frantic music, and composers have taken advantage of this for a long time. Even when just hinting at the chant, the music takes on a more sinister, intense mood, and composers can take and morph the primary chant into what they want, while still implying Death.

I actually have two more classical pieces that use the Dies Irae that I’d like to talk about in a bit more depth separate from this post (plus this one is already long as is!). One of them is often cited as one of the first and most known uses of the chant to imply character death in the music; the other uses the theme a bit differently. I’m just excited to write and look at a bit more because they’ve got spooky and macabre elements!

Thanks for listening and your time!

[ashplayz]

(Short)

Treasure planet characters react to: accidentally hurting S/O in an argument and she runs and locks a door and the character begs her to let them in and her response is "... So you can hurt me again..?" (How I think they'd react at least)

Warnings: Pretty self explanatory- angst and fluff I guess..

Characters included: Captain Amelia, Dr. Delbert Doppler (separately, although I do love those two together) Jim Hawkins, John Silver (cyborg) (S/O goes by Y/n, she you and they)

Captain Amelia:

The beginning of the movie I thought she was a bit stuck up/uptight, full of herself so I think she would think y/n was just trying to make her feel bad so they could win the argument

and that she didn't actually hurt her

But when y/n says that she realizes and her heart SINKS she doesn't really know how to handle emotions well in my opinion (I envy those who can)

She wouldn't know what to do, she'd feel defeated and doesn't make another move towards you.

I think She'd probably make Jim talk to y/n for her and would keep her distance until y/n is comfortable, then grab y/ns hands and give her a very lengthy apology

She'd be rambling and would look stupid because you already forgave her 😂

Dr. Delbert Doppler:

Doesn'tt normally argue with you. (Personally I think he's a kiss up)

I don't think y/n would normally care because he's very clumsy and he's probably accidentally hit her before (like barely) when they're not even arguing, just a total accident.

But it was the way he flipped out about it is what scared her and why she ran and he already had teary eyes when she runs

(the only reason she'd say that is if she was having a panic attack)

but when she says that he just starts crying silently and just sits by the door and waits until she calms down.

I feel like once she calms down a few hours later she finally opens the door and sees him still by the door struggling to stay awake.

She'd ask him to cuddle and neither of them would talk until morning.

He'd probably try to make her favorite breakfast and would feel awful about what happened for the rest of the week

like days after it happens he keeps apologizing and she's just like "babe. I love you, but stop" 🤣

Jim Hawkins:

(I know he's literally the main character but I have no clue how to write him, still tried tho)

He wouldn't fully comprehend what just happened at first but once he does his hands start shaking.

He let out a sad apology then just leaves

He comes back to fix things after the cyborg guy (John Silver) gave him a pep talk

when she finally lets him hug her he starts crying and rambling Apologies while burying his face in the crook of her neck holding her tightly

I feel like he bottles a lot of things up so something tipping his emotions over the edge like this causes an overflow, you've never seen him look so fragile before.. 🥺

John Silver:

He's a big softy so the thought of hurting his S/O is his worst nightmare

The second it happens his eyes well up and he's like a deer In the headlights

when y/n tries to run he goes to grab her hand apologizing swearing to make it up to her but he scared her more

When she said that he just leaves her alone probably leaves for like 3 days

but when he comes back he has a

crap ton of treasure he stole jewelry/gems you name it just to make it up to her but she'd already forgiven him and was just really worried when he didn't come back

He'd definitely spoil his S/O on a regular day so something like this makes him go a bit overboard 🤏

(Just watched this movie for the first time and I'm bummed there's not a whole lot of fanfiction worthy characters, I considered doing Scroop (scorpion guy) but I'm pretty sure that character would genuinely be abusive so, No. I could have done the robot guy B. E. N, But I figured that might be awkward especially if it's before he got his brain pice back, it's really hard to envision him In a relationship as well unless she's also a robot, he is a sweetheart tho I really like his character..

Attention tumblr writers!!

Please make your own stories with this prompt: "accidentally hurting S/O in an argument and she runs and locks a door and the character begs her to let them in and her response is "... So you can hurt me again..?" Please somebody besides me let's make this prompt a thing! 🙏

[dslarrylibrary]

opinion on all we can do is keep breathing 🎤

sorry for the wait, i promise i will do better

all we can do is keep breathing (e)

summary:

“Harry, I-I’m so sorry…” Louis stutters out, trying to keep his voice level and even, to portray a depiction of strength, but with the way Harry is looking at him, staring at him like he has a personal passage way straight to Louis’ soul, it’s so hard, nearly impossible.

That simple opening phrase, that short introductory acknowledgement that is often rushed out so easily, painlessly, at a safe distance. Giving a doctor the ability to portray empathy without true emotion, without feeling the full brunt and sheer force of the underlying pain itself.

But Louis feels it, he feels the crushing agony laced behind the phrase, he feels the weight of the painful words slipping from his lips, the cause and effect that the three-word expression holds. The distantly empty “I’m so sorry” that doctors throw out in self-preservation, isn’t at all empty for him. Louis recognizes it, he understands it, he feels it.

  a fated story of two broken and battered boys who barely survived the unimaginable and how the love of one little brave girl defies all the odds and somehow puts them back together.

(read here)

rating: 8.5/10

my thoughts: so so so good, on the closer end to heavy but not too heavy.. well written, im a whore for a good medical fic, angst, sad character death but not main character, sexual tension and slow burn PHENOMINAL! im pretty sure i cried reading this fic and i never cry! literally just reading through the fic to find tags made me want to safely throw myself off a bridge.. also very slow burn with little smut if you like more plot

[chimerabytes]

(tl;dr please feel free to reach out to me if you ever want to talk + you can ask if i have any other social platform accounts if youd like to keep talking with me on other things!)

also to add on to my tags on prev post (edited to be put under a read more because this got way longer than i intended):

i apologize if my lack of communication skills and my lack of people permanence has caused anyone to feel awkward around me and/or think that i don't see them as a person worth keeping around.

i sincerely mean this when i say it: i do see you as someone worth keeping around. i know i struggle with showing it, affection is not my strength point in the slightest. but i will continue to keep trying my best to be at least approachable. and i dont mind if you want to keep your distance and just kinda vibe from the sidelines. i still appreciate you and i respect your space.

to be honest i have a pretty big personal bubble that i find nearly impossible to let people into, the closer people want to get to me and the closer i want to get to others. think of my sociability like two magnets with the same sides facing each other: the closer you try and force them together, the stronger the force of repulsion can be felt.

i try not to mean any ill intentions towards most people! but i know that even if i don't mean it, i can still hurt people regardless. and i hate hurting people who don't deserve to be hurt. i appreciate the folks who follow me - by doing so you are welcomed into my bubble, and can peek into a very personal part of my life that i bare out in the open for others to see.

essentially... i just want to say that i do care about others, just not in the most open way. and my inbox is always open if you want to chat with me and get to know me better. i have tumblr dms open - both asks and using the IM feature. i have discord and a plethora of other social accounts on multiple platforms, including:

quotev

mastodon (plush.city is my main instance where i can be found!)

just plain 'ole e-mailing me is totes cool with me!

flight rising (yes. i will allow people to send me messages on FR and tag me in forum posts. i cannot guarantee i will reply to every thing right away, but i do read all my messages within 24-48 hours of them being sent by you!)

i don't use twitter anymore, sadly. so i apologize if thats your preferred avenue of communication!

i could dig up my skype account again if anyone wants to add me on there?

i don't use a lot of other messaging apps that are popular these days aside from discord and tumblr, but if you want you could pitch me an offer to join a website/ chat/ platform that you use and i may join!

however you will Never get me to join instagram, snapchat or tiktok. Sorry, I just dont think those apps are for me.

i try to keep my avenues of conversation open. even though i admittedly am not great at chatting and most of my affection and sillies are gleaned from what kind of memes and silly reaction pics i send, i still do want to offer up a metaphorical chill spot for people to join me in.

i realize this is pretty long so i'm going to end this, although im not sure how? just like, if you ever have any thoughts, concerns, questions, or want to just talk to me at all about literally anything (i dont care if you only send me like, one word, I will likely respond anyway!) then like... As the boys would say, hit me up, I guess?

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 3

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s becoming extra horny around you in the office.

Word Count: 2,697

Warnings: still smut, boss x employee affair, unprotected sex everywhere, hints at misogyny???

A/N: And a mini series was born 😂 no but honestly, I didn’t expect for parts 1 and 2 of The Match to receive such amazing feedback 😭 I really enjoy reading everyone’s reaction to this series and trust me, all comments keep giving me ideas. Thank you all so much!!!!!!! 😘😘😘 and btw, this part isn’t their promotion “celebration” because that will have a chapter on its own. Long story short, that will be pure porn with no plot at all so stay tuned for that 😂

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

It’s been a rollercoaster ride since you matched with James— Bucky, on Tinder. Maybe not a literal rollercoaster ride but with how Bucky had you bouncing on his cock as he sat on the couch, or that one time he asked you to sit on his face inside his car, it was a ride nonetheless and an exhilarating one at that.

Despite your relationship with him, the both of you surprisingly managed to keep things professional when there was work involved. Of course there were times when quickies in the office took place, given that Bucky was fucking insatiable (let’s all admit it, so were you). Work was work and you excelled at being the head of your department, but once office hours are over, you excelled more at giving Bucky head.

Oftentimes you found yourself worrying about getting caught. You’ve always been careful but lately, Bucky seemed to be slipping up. He just couldn’t seem to get his hands off of you and he was becoming more and more obvious. You were pretty good at being discreet but sometimes, it was hard not to react to Bucky when he would look at you with a naughty glint in his eyes, a smug smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you present. He’d tilt his head sometimes as he looked at you, lifting a brow as he smirked whenever he was impressed.

You ended up stuttering when he gave you that look one time. It was proud and it made your chest swell and your pussy throb. He rewarded you that night in his office by making you cum on his face twice.

That look was going to be the death of you and he was giving it to you now as you entered the conference room for the monthly mancom meeting. Bucky eyed you as you went around the desk, lifting a brow and pulling the empty chair next to him, commanding you to sit beside him without having to say a word.

You cleared your throat and pulled the chair, noticing how Bucky eyed your ass before you sat down.

“Is everyone here?” He asked after ogling your backside for a good five seconds.

All the department heads affirmed their attendance and soon enough, the meeting began with the HR manager reporting first. Lights were shut off and as soon as the report was projected onto the wall, Bucky began his little game. You were paying attention to the slides being presented until you felt Bucky’s foot nudge your ankle, hooking around it to slightly open up your legs.

You side-eyed him and subtly shook your head. He had never done this in public, at least, not during meetings. So you weren’t sure why he was being so frisky now, placing a hand on your thigh. You grabbed his hand and moved it away gently before slightly moving your seat away from Bucky, crossing your legs in the process.

“What do you think Mister Barnes?” The HR manager asked.

All heads turned towards Bucky, who obviously wasn’t paying attention provided that his hand was trying to sneak back onto your thigh. He cleared his throat and straightened up on his seat, fixing his tie before pursing his lips.

“I’m sorry, can you please repeat that?” He asked and you fought the urge to snort.

“I was wondering if we can hold another seminar about workplace etiquette.” She said.

Bucky hummed, “Do we have problematic employees?” He asked curiously.

The HR manager sighed, a blush creeping up to her face. “There have been rumors going around the office about employees engaging in...lewd acts within the workplace. I thought that we should revisit the topic about workplace code of ethics.” She explained.

You ended up in a coughing fit, quickly apologizing and reasoning out that you were having allergies today. Bucky tensed in his seat but managed to remain calm. He stole a quick glance at you before turning back to the HR manager.

“And have we identified these employees?” He asked, rubbing a hand on his chin. A nervous habit of his, you noticed.

This was what you have been worrying about! Bucky has been fucking you around the office and now everyone was catching on to it. And although you wanted to blame Bucky for this, you knew you were just as much to blame. Damn you and your hormones!

The HR manager shook her head, much to your and Bucky’s relief. “No sir, but some employees have been noticing and hearing things, especially after office hours. Janet for instance, filed a report last week about hearing hushed whispers from the pantry, followed by the creaking sound of the table. The following day, shards of someone’s mug were found in the trash. There was an assumption that there might be employees behaving inappropriately.”

“Oh my god, I’m close. Bucky I’m—“

Bucky’s hand clamped around your mouth as he shushed you, hearing footsteps approach the pantry. You stilled as you nervously watched shadows move beneath the door, but of course, this didn’t stop Bucky from snapping his hips against yours.

His thrusts were slow and languid, but he slammed back in with such force that made the pantry table scratch against the floor. Once the footsteps faded, Bucky wasted no time to get back to fucking you. He lifted your legs up and rested the back of your ankles against his shoulders, slightly bending down over you so he can angle his cock to perfectly hit that one sweet spot.

A single, powerful thrust sent you reeling, your hands finding purchase on the sides of the table.

“Cum, baby. Cum.” Bucky growled.

Another thrust made you gasp out loud, feeling the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against your cervix. One hand reached for his bicep, your nails digging into his dress shirt while the other reached back for the edge of the table only to knock off the mug resting on top.

You made a face when you heard it crash against the floor. The mug was soon forgotten when Bucky leaned down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hand reached down to rub your clit.

You wiped the sweat on your forehead upon remembering that incident. Fucking Janet just had to file a report. It was after office hours, for fuck’s sake! Who cares what employees do after their shift?!

“I see.” Bucky responded, fixing his suit. “Okay. I approve of the seminar. Who’s next?” He asked, quickly changing the topic as if it was no big deal.

The head of the Finance department began with his presentation and just like that, Bucky returned his hand on top of your thigh, prying your legs open. You turned to him with a look of disbelief on your face. He was acting as if there wasn’t any close call earlier. You couldn’t believe this man, sure he was hot as hell, but you weren’t giving in to him. Not today, not when the both of you were almost caught.

The entire mancom meeting was pretty eventful, with Bucky teasing your legs with his hand despite your half-hearted protests. You hated how Bucky was able to familiarize himself with your body and how it reacted to him. Your eyes might be saying no but with how your legs eventually spread on their own, Bucky knew you were desperate for him too.

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It was an hour past your shift when you received an e-mail from Bucky with the subject being “Report”. Thinking it was one his follow-up e-mails (Bucky is an impatient man when it comes to the submission of reports and you weren’t an exception) you opened it immediately and choked on your spit when a photo of his dick showed up on your desktop. You started clicking around in an attempt to close his e-mail, but instead of hitting the “x” button, you ended up maximizing the window instead.

“Jesus fucking christ!” You cursed and covered your monitor with your hands as you frantically looked around the office.

It was like a fucking jump scare, like one of those computer pranks asking you to concentrate on a dot before a scary photo would pop out. Except that it was Bucky’s dick that appeared. A dick scare.

Fortunately, you were the only one left in your area since pretty much everyone else scrambled out of the office as soon as work hours were over. It was a Friday after all.

You sighed in relief and quickly scrolled down to see the message beneath the photo of Bucky’s dick.

Need you in my office in ten.

P.S. Bring the report I asked from you the other day.

Best,

Bucky Barnes

Who sends an unsolicited dick pic through e-mail followed by a work reminder? And the signature? It was the cherry on top. Bucky Barnes was something else. Sweet jesus, you really couldn’t believe this man.

Grabbing your report, you marched your way to the elevator and headed up to Bucky’s office. Seeing that his floor was empty, you didn’t even bother knocking on his door and simply barged in.

“I can’t belie— what the fuck?” You called out when you were welcomed with the sight of Bucky leaning back on his chair, his cock out for the world to see as he gently stroked it.

“Need your pretty mouth around my cock, baby.” Bucky cooed with half-lidded eyes.

You huffed out a humorless laugh and shook your head, “I’m not sucking your cock, Bucky.” You refused and walked over to his table, slamming your report on top of it before walking away, but not before stealing another look at his majestic cock.

“Are you mad?” Bucky asked but he was smirking with amusement. He was giving you that look again but you were having none of it tonight.

You stood in front of his desk, keeping a safe distance away from him. Crossing your arms over your chest, you scowled at Bucky and tried your best not to let your eyes fall down to his cock again. Which by the way, he continued to stroke.

“For someone as smart as you, I can’t believe you’re so fucking dense.” You said with irritation when Bucky didn’t seem to understand why you were agitated.

He licked his lips, bucking up his hips when he squeezed the base of his cock. Bucky let out a delicious grunt as he continued to stroke himself. As much as you were salivating at the sight of Bucky’s cock— tip red and swollen, begging to be sucked— you didn’t want to give in.

“You’re fucking priceless, James.” You said, exasperated and turned around, heading towards the door.

You were about to reach onto the door knob when you heard the sound of a zipper followed by the wheels of Bucky’s chair screeching against the floor before a pair of hands grabbed at your waist. Turning you around, you were met with Bucky’s worried face.

“Shit, you’re really mad. Talk to me?” He pleaded, eyes apologetic as he took a step back, urging you to speak up.

“You might want to take a seat because I’ve got quite a list.” You said.

Bucky obeyed and returned to his chair immediately, sitting upright as he looked at you with doe eyes. If you weren’t so mad, you would’ve melted at the sight of him like that. And the Bucky Barnes? The CEO? Obeying you like a good little boy? Huh, what an interesting concept. You mentally took note of a certain kink that you might enjoy. But for now, you were mad at him and you were going to make him understand why.

“Number one, I don’t particularly enjoy it when you tease me in front of everyone else. We talked about staying professional when there’s work involved and what you did during the mancom was definitely not professional.” You told him.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back not when your ass looked so fuckin’ tight in that skirt of yours. Can you blame me?” Bucky almost whined.

“Keep it in your pants, Barnes. I’m not yet done.” You reminded him and went over your second point.

“Number two, we almost got caught to the point of the HR deciding to hold a seminar on workplace ethics! Do you know how awkward it would be for me to sit there and listen to scenarios about office misconduct? Most of which we’ve probably done. I’d sweat like a whore in church!” You hissed.

Which scenarios could that be? Fucking inside the janitor’s supply closet? Check. Doing the nasty in one of the bathroom cubicles? Check that twice. Giving a blowjob beside the fax machine during lunch break? Triple check that shit.

“And oh, you sent me a dick pic using your work e-mail! You do know that the IT can access our computers right? Almost gave me a heart attack when it flashed on my monitor.” You asked in a huff.

Bucky snickered, “Are you forgetting that I’m the CEO? Baby, I can easily clean up our mess.” He reassured and stood up, approaching you.

You shook your head, “That’s exactly the point, Bucky. You are the CEO and I’m an employee. You may not understand it but I’m scared. If we get caught, it’s over for me. Whether you have it cleaned up or not, I’d still be the one at risk here. You’ll never be in the same position as I am. People won’t call you names if we get caught. No matter what happens, I’d always get the short end of the stick.”

You didn’t mean to be all serious, talking about the possible misogynistic outcome of your relationship with Bucky. As much as you enjoyed it, it still scared the living daylights out of you. Some were already spreading rumors about your promotion, getting caught would only add fuel to the fire.

Bucky sighed and nodded, “I’m sorry. I didn’t try to understand where you were coming from.” He genuinely apologized.

“If it scares you that much, then let’s make it official.”

You deadpanned at him, “Make what official, Bucky?” You asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Bucky shrugged and motioned his hand between the both of you, “This...us.” He simply said.

You scoffed, “Tell the entire office that we’re fucking every chance we get? Are you out of your mind?”

Bucky ran a hand through his cropped hair, “Not like that. Look, we’ve been at it for what? Two? Three months now? We might as well make this into an official relationship.”

You blushed at Bucky’s suggestion. Sure, you practically jumped at the opportunity to fuck your boss when he asked you. But were you an easy bitch in general? Of course not, even with how thirsty you were for him, you still had a little bit of appreciation for the old-fashioned ways.

Pushing Bucky’s chest away, you shook your head at him. “That’s now how relationships work, Bucky. You can’t fuck your way into my heart.”

Bucky laughed and bit his lip, “Fine. Then I’ll do it properly.” He said so easily you were starting to wonder whether he was fucking with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, “I don’t believe you.” You said.

“You will, baby. I’ll make sure of that. We’ll do it old-school.” He said, caressing your cheek.

You were caught off guard but you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Bucky had been an amazing lover and in the past months you’ve fucked, he treated you with respect and took good care of you. He brought you dinner, drove you home and texted you good night. Sometimes he’d text you during the weekends too.

“Old-school it is then.” You shrugged as if it was no big deal but oh, it was a big deal.

Bucky nodded with a grin, “Okay. But...” he trailed, his smile turning upside down in deep thought.

“Does that mean we’d stop fucking each other for the mean time?” He asked.

You snickered, “I said you can’t fuck your way into my heart, not my pussy. So sit down and let me suck your cock.”

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[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

WORDS. 3k+

“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

[fumiko-matsubara]

Rules against Class E students don't work for the most part - A fairly detailed analysis

So to start this off, let's list out all the cons the kids got for dropping to Class 3-E.

Fairly poor learning environment: old wooden building with no air conditioning and heater for summer and winter season accommodations, located at a mountain top, likely with poor transmissions.

This is fairly bad itself if you look at it in a third party perspective. However, it was never specified in the school rules against 3E students modifying the building themselves in accordance to their comfort.

And as I have stated in the first chapter of my fanfic TARGET ON, although through the perspective of our queen Miki herself:

In the Gakuhou episode, we've literally seen Class E repairing the partially wrecked school building by themselves, and Gakuhou just let them be. I bet he wouldn't even blink an eye if the kids had installed an air conditioner or heater in their classroom, using their own money. (Karasuma's initial proposal to do the same was rejected because the cost would then be covered by the government).

And with the way the current generation of 3E students are, learning in an old wooden building is the least of their concerns... well, except for the lack of air conditioning and heater, that is, as well as the 1 km distance towards the main building when attending monthly school assemblies during lunch break.

Discrimination - considering this whole thing being like the "worst" that could happen to a 3E student is a tad bit confusing.

Our lovely @/blazardragon had translated this part of the character book, where it specified that majority of the shit-talking 3E students have been receiving are from Class 3-D students, which we have seen plenty of times in the manga.

And it's a fairly realistic scenario, actually. Non geniuses 3A kids are way too busy with keeping up with their studies (aka attending cram school and such) to even waste their time on mocking an irrelevant class.

3B students are booked and busy, maintaining their grades while making sure they're at their best conditions when doing their club activities. Like the sport aces are mostly in that class and as we've seen in the interaction Sugino had with his former baseball teammates, they didn't even bother with talking shit to them lol.

And I highkey feel like that 3C students would tend to forget that they even have the power to discriminate against 3E students however they like. Most likely because they're just... a normal class. Not too high and not too low, just vibing comfortably in the middle. Being in a class like that would reasonably make one forget that there was even a harsh system in that school. For proof, we have the retaliation chapter, where Kaho belatedly realizes that she can actually put the whole blame towards Maehara without being questioned because he's just a mere scummish 3E student.

And as for Class 3-D students:

Pretty much self-explanatory now, is it?

Aside from the monthly assemblies in which of course everyone would shit on the kids as the dean was literally prompting them to do so, on a usual day, it's just the same 40 students with recycled comments 😭 Actually, maybe not all 40 3-D students. Some reasonable kids could just not bother to specifically approach a 3E kid to talk shit about them.

So unless one is a sensitive soul that gets affected by every damn negative thing said about them, regardless if it's the same old tauntings, I don't think the current generation of 3E students would care so much about the discrimination they faced in school if we're being honest here.

The so-called hierarchy between Class E and the other 3rd years - in which, based on my understanding from Gakuho's brief explanation of the concept, is when 3E students could never talk over any main building student.

Which, let's be real here, is a completely useless rule since 3E students are literally located a whole kilometer away from the main building 3rd years and are never allowed to stay within the main campus, except for the mandatory school assemblies... that occurs monthly.

"But they could still encounter each other whenever they enter/exit the school and outside of the school campus."

You think that the 3E kids wouldn't make the effort to avoid them when they go through the gates, now? Or that they don't make sure they wouldn't encounter any main building student off campus??

Of course they would lol. Who would wanna let themselves be ridiculed on public?? 😂

What happened in the retaliation chapter was just stupidity on Maehara's part lol. He literally called Seo an idiot, the very virtuoso from Class A with anger issues, so what else does he expect?? He dated a bunch of girls after Kaho too, so why the hell did he willingly choose to come back to her life, knowing he's a Class E student with little to no rights against a student from a much higher class?? His choice hence his fault.

3E Students are forbidden to participate in school club activities - another loophole found in this 3E policy lol.

As revealed in the baseball arc, despite being kicked out of the school baseball team, Sugino was still able to join a local baseball team in their town without actually violating the school rule. Then the same would go for the other 3E kids who got kicked out of their old clubs, especially for the athletes who can just easily join a local team.

Like it was Gakuhou, of all people, who revealed that information and even commended Sugino for working hard despite his disadvantages.

When I tell you that this man DOES NOT CARE about people finding loopholes in his system 😭

Students who are still in 3-E by the end of the 2nd semester will not be permitted to graduate - basically when a 3E student have been failing to rank within the Top 50 until December. Their last chance to rank was the 2nd semester final exams, in which had they succeeded in ranking high, they are allowed to transfer back to their old class and then spend the remaining school year only preparing for their high school entrance exams.

To be honest, this is the only 3E con that is actually a con of being a 3E student.

But then again, our current generation of 3E students pulled a 180° and managed to all rank within the top 50, decided to stay in Class E, and still graduate along with the other 3rd years.

And as for the previous generations of 3E students, maybe not all, but some of them could have just easily brushed off not graduating from Kunugigaoka, transfer to a more normal junior high, and graduate there instead.

Failing to graduate, regardless of what school one is from, could be very hard for a lot of students. But at the same time, there are also students who don't make a big deal out of not graduating, especially from a very academically challenging prestigious school like Kunugigaoka.

So what do we get from this section? The disadvantages of being a Class 3-E student aren't really a disadvantage with the amount of loopholes you can find in the implemented rules.

[asgardwinter]

hey, bianca!!! I saw that you are accepting blurb asks and wanted to ask something!

it's for Joaquin Torres ( meu bebê ) and based on the song Idi0ta by Jão and the prompt "i could cry over how much i love you." from the 'sacred romantic moments prompt list'!!! I just think that thid song is basically him and it's so cute!

I hope this inspires you and also hope that you're doing okay!!! much love from a brazillian follower, beijão!! 💗💖

oiê, nonnie!! the first time i heard this song last year i thought of him (nosso bebê aksksak) imediatly and this request was just what i needed to make the dream happen!! beijão e espero que goste <33

Love You Like A Fool

summary | You were a fool for your best friend but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You could wait while he lived his life and if heartbreak found its way to you you’d deal with it. Joaquín was worth it.

pairing | Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

warnings | some angsty stuff, fluffy fluff (i can’t go full angst with my baby boy), implied smut, friends to fwb then back to friends to fwb again to lovers, some alcohol consumption

word count | 1,7k (i know i said blurbs but i went to edit and accidentaly added 1,2k of words, enjoy)

author’s note | this music… i hope y’all like this because i really enjoyed writing it! <3

i’m so sorry about the delay in posting (emergency meeting at my job and my glasses just broke ??? literally it happened while i was editing so i did edited without my glasses)

inspiration: idiota by jão + "i could cry over how much i love you" from the sacred romantic moments prompt list (bold lines are direct translated parts of the song and the prompt that was used)

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You had no idea if it was his eyes or his hair. Who were you trying to fool? It was his whole pretty face that made you get lost just like you were. Your drink was forgotten on the table and whatever your friend Katy was saying became background noise. You could look at Joaquín Torres for hours and you wouldn’t complain.

“Girl, why do you keep doing this?” Katy asked knowing exactly what just happened by the zooned out look on your face. And that smile…

Oh, that was his smile.

“What?” You looked away from admiring your best friend from afar, not fully comprehending when the conversation changed from her new book to your little problem.

“Why do you keep giving your all into this relationship that is not really a relationship? I can see the lovey-dovey smile everytime he enters the room.”

“Because it makes me happy…?” It was the obvious answer to you, but not enough for Katy.

“And it’ll make you sad once it goes wrong.”

“I’ll take the risk.” You looked back at her, the words were even more serious than you meant for them to sound. “I…it might not be the ideal but what we have is enough. Is more than I even expected to.”

You looked back at where Joaquín standed talking with some of his friends. His eyes met his and he winked in your direction before going back into the conversation.

Katy might not have agreed with you but she knew better than to enter into a meaningless discussion. You’d already made up your mind months ago.

…

The first time you and Joaquín kissed was during a lazy night in that very small porch on your apartment. You had no idea how you managed to fit two of those folding beach chairs for you to just sit and drink, but there you were. It looked like a night just like all the others.

As you laughed a bit too much at something he said to you — so much you felt tears running down your cheeks — the atmosphere changed. Your eyes locked with his but it was different from the playful looks and suddenly you were so close you couldn’t measure the distance between you.

So close your lips were almost touching.

So close they did touch.

You weren’t sure if it was you or him that closed the space but in the end you were kissing and you didn’t want it to stop. It looked like Joaquín didn’t want to break it too, cradling your head between his hands to keep you there and suddenly you were sitting on his lap. The very few drinks weren’t enough to make you drunk but just the right amount to make you both forget that the folding chair wasn’t secure enough for you both.

The chair flipped and Joaquín hit his head on the floor and you hit your forehead on his. And then you both started laughing again and the cycle followed on.

It was a playful disaster just like your relationship was going to unfold.

Yet it was so funny and the way you felt when Joaquín looked at you with those hungry eyes made things worth it. The way you could feel how he cared about you in every touch and every kiss made it worth it.

Those memories made you forget the lingering pain on your heart when you remembered all you’d ever had was those little moments.

But you kept reminding yourself that it was worth it.

…

As much as you tried to keep your relationship with Joaquín as casual as you meant it to be, it hurt when he told you he was dating somebody else. Your heart was beaten up but you sat down and smiled, you said you were happy for him because as much as you wanted to be that other person all you ever wanted was to see Joaquín smile.

During nights out with your friends you’d look at the new couple and quickly look away. You had no idea but you kept the act, you kept denying to Katy that you were hurt and, after sometime, you almost convinced youself it was all right.

You’d wait while he was living in the hopes that he wouldn't forget about you both.

…

And Joaquín clearly didn’t forget about you both because one week after he and the girl he was dating broke up you ended up on his bed.

Again.

And you felt happy about it no matter how weird it could sound.

“Do you think it’s good for our friendship?” Joaquín asked you the second time it happened after that specific breakup.

“What?”

“Always ending up like this.” Joaquín gestured to the bed, and the messy sheets and you could fully understand his point.

“I don’t know.” You confessed. “It’s been okay until now, right? But we don’t need to keep it like this if you’re not comfortable or…”

“I was worried about you not being comfortable.” He interrupted you, looking embarrased, slightly red cheeks only showing more his feelings. “I mean, how long haven’t you been in a relationship? I go away and come back and you’re always here.”

And I wouldn’t have it any other way, you thought sadly.

“Joaco, I have no problem with how things are.” You reassured him, your hand resting lightly on his cheek as you caressed his soft skin.

“Okay.” The smile he showed after your comfirmation made your heart swoon, but it quickly turned into a smirk, the one you knew was only a tiny hint of his next actions.

Joaquín came closer to your neck and started kissing softly, you went from giggling from the tingling to moaning as he got near your ear just to whisper. “I like how things are a lot actually.”

You turned your head searching for his lips, eagerly starting a kiss meant to lead on for more.

…

Yeah, you had absolutely no problem with how things were.

Well, it didn’t. And maybe you shoudn’t have been talking that near the man’s bathroom door.

The truth got out because of Katy.

Actually it was your fault for being so damn loud in one of your kareoke nights between friends but you were hoping Paula’s singing would hide your conversation.

But the next thing that happened was Joaquín giving you a ride home. A silent ride. It was so weird to not be talking or blating some cheesy music someone sang after kareoke night.

“Is anything wrong?” You asked him, the anxiety for his answer blooming on your chest.

“Nothing.” The smile he gave you was supposed to be reassuring, but the way it didn’t reach his eyes was even more preocupying.

“Joaquín, I know you.” You insisted. “What’s wrong?”

He parked the car on the side of the street just to look at you while asking it. His eyes were so serious and the speed of your heart could’ve easily overpowered a racing cart.

“Are you in love with me?” Joaquín blurted out.

“What?” The response was almost automatic. What did you do? How could he be aware of that?

“Are you in love with me?” He repeated his question, slower this time.

“Why would you think that?” You tried to play it off.

“I heard you talking to Katy about it today.” He explained and your blood went cold. He already knew the answer. “Is it true?”

Denying was the first idea you had, but if he listened to your full conversation there was no way Joaquín would believe it was just a joke between you and your friend. If everything was going to hell like that you might as well just say the truth out loud.

“It... it is true.”

He brathed heavily before carrying the conversation on. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re my best friend?” It was so simple in your head.

“Well, best friends tell each other everything!”

“Usually friends avoid doing things that might end the friendship.”

“Our friendship hasn’t been so usual these past few years.” His point made something that was crystal clear in your mind turn blurry.

“I don’t know, okay?” You exploded and you were not proud of that. “In a way I just thought that this is all we can have. Joaquín, I could cry over how much I love you, it’s not a light feeling. I could keep going the way we were, it was somehow comfortable." You tried to turn all the mess in your head into comprehensible words. “I know you love me, just not in the way I love you and I could feel you cared about me in every moment we shared together. It’s more than most people have in any relationship in their lives. Why should I try to change that?”

His confused demeanor showed how he was trying to process everything you just said. “We stopped for me to start dating other people…”

“And here we are again.” Your smile had a different impact with the glassy eyes. “I can keep all those moments and you can have a safety net or…”

“Hey, you’re so much more than my safety net.” Joaquín stated firmly. “And…You don’t have to cry over how much you love me beacuse I love you too. Exactly in the way you thought I didn’t.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do. I just…You were so chill about all we did I tought it was really a casual thing, that there was no hope for more.”

“I guess I did a really good job at making it look like it. I was waiting for you to drop it at any moment.”

“I tried.” Joaquín confessed, remembering the failed dating attempt.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I wish I knew this sooner.” You said thinking of all you could’ve had if you just taked this earlier.

“Well, now you know it.”

“Yes, I do.” You agreed, getting a bit closer to him without even realising. “I still feel like a fool though.”

You both laughed together, shifiting in your seats to get just a bit closer.

“Well, will you be my fool then?”

“I’ve always been.” You said, looking away from his brown eyes for a second just to see if it was real. “Will you be mine?”

“Forever if you let me.” Joaquín’s voice was getting lower as his forehead touched yours.

“I have no objections to that.”

“Great.” He whispered against your lips and kissed you deeply and lovingly before any witty comment could get out to extend the waiting.

And at the same time it was so familiar to the both of you it felt completely different with all those feelings out of their hiding spot. It was perfect.

Maybe you were a fool for that man, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[pet-pet-peet]

Hey, guys

I wrote this a long time ago and forgot about it-

So...I realized that I literally...anytime Lilia is on screen I just...I can’t look at him-

Like- I’m aware he’s not real (painfully aware), but it’s like- I feel like he can see me? I KNOW HE CAN’T I PROMISE I’M NOT CRAZY I JUST GET SHY IDK WHYY

Sooooo… :)

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Pairing(s): Lilia x gn reader

Oh he knows

From the very first time you met

He appeared in front of your friend group upside down as always and, once you made eye contact, you immediately broke it

And oh my dog, you are screwed

He’s teasin THE HELL out of you, anywhere you are, he’s gonna be there to make you blush

He knows you have a crush on him, and at first he doesn’t really take it seriously-

If you’re blushing just at the sight of him, then it’s likely a crush based solely on appearance and should end soon

So he just keeps teasing you, wanting to see how long he can make you blush

He'll catch your eyes on him in the distance and wink at you just to see you blush and look away

As you started hanging around each other more, he notices your blush was getting more intense instead of less

He figured your crush was more intense than he originally thought, but only decided to make the teasing worse

Over time he realizes that he’s grown fond of your cute, bashful expression, but wanted to hold out to see if you would work up the courage to confess to him

He'll court you along the way, though you can't tell if it's a joke or serious...you know, the usual

You'll notice some gifts as you start leaving your dorm

A flower will appear outside your main door, or some um..cooking he managed to get away with on your doorstep

He invites you to the light music club concerts and practice sessions

Lilia likes to invite you over to Diasomnia for study sessions, he invites Silver to some just to see how you two get along

He'll also spook you a lot more because he thinks your reactions are cute

He'll start being more touchy than he already is, too; poking your cheeks, wrapping his arms around you while flying, h e a d p a t s

If you do confess then he happily tells you that he knew the whole time, gleeful of the red that encompassed your cheeks after

You also are signing a death wish because your confession is basically giving him a window to add physical affection to the teasing- even more so than he was already

If you don’t then he’ll take the lead, deciding it might be more interesting to slowly pull you out of that box

If you just..never catch on, then he’ll take matters into his own hands

Once he wants you, though, he’s gonna keep you close

He’s not obsessive, or jealous, but he is quite competitive for your attention

*All Images are official art from Twisted Wonderland and do not belong to me. They are the Lab Coat Groovy card art

[whitehareknits]

My Aegosexual Journey 2022 Update!

So. The main reason why I'm re-posting all of this for Pride this year is because I have an update!!

At the beginning of the Coronavirus outbreak, I met someone on here. A human by the name of @serah-e-nerd we connected over good omens and a few weeks later, started RPing a story with Aziraphale and Crowley. (And I got their permission to name drop them😂)

I'll skip many a detail here, but the long and short of the story is that we developed a strong friendship outside of our roleplay. This friendship turned into a crush. The crush turned into an exchange of feelings. We are now in a relationship! The sappiest, most fluffiest, most groan-inducing of relationships.

And the best part? There's no pressure from either of us. Both of us are on the gray asexual spectrum and are completely comfortable with just being sickeningly romantic with each other without being physical. (Aside from spooning and hand holding and knuckle kissing. I told you. Cotton candy FLUFF). The only downside is that it very much is a long distance relationship. They live on the east coast and I'm sweating my ass off down here in Texas. The upshot is that our relationship was formed as a long-distance one long before it was even a relationship. So we know how to handle the distance. When we do get to visit each other, which is painfully rare, but still welcome. We just get to enjoy each other's company in our very own nerdy way.

Another side of this relatively recent development, is that I finally came out to my parents. Since I never knew how they were going to react, and I honestly didn't ever see myself as being lucky enough to get into a relationship, I thought I just wouldn't need to. I always resolved, however, that if I did get into a relationship that was less than straight, I wouldn't keep it from my parents. (Serah's genderfluid and our relationship is quite very, most exquisitely not straight.)

The first one I told in my family was my younger brother. He was the only one who knew I was Ace and Pan-Romantic. His only reaction was making sure I was aware that my new partner was a "ginger". Which they are.(and a very handsome one at that, Serah😏)

Next I told my Aunt Tish, as I was visiting Mom for the weekend and wanted her advice as to how to tell her the news. Her reaction was very much this face🥹.

I was super nervous about telling my mom and dad. Not that I ever expected they would disown me or anything close to that. It was more, the uncertainty on whether or not they would believe me(?). Which is understandable and 10000%, any parents who might be reading this, why it is way easier to come out to someone you just met versus someone you've known literally your whole life. Someone new doesn't really know you yet, and it's a lot easier to mention your preferences because they're learning about you anyway.

It's much harder when it's a close family member who has known you from the beginning and has a very set or specific way that they view you because you already have years of history together. And something like your identity and/or sexuality not being straight and cis can be a hard pill to swallow when they've known you for so long in this one way.

So telling my mom was nerve wracking. But I decided to do it right away at the beginning of my visit, so we could get it out on the table and have plenty of time to talk. She had questions of course, but was AMAZINGLY ok with it. (I'm starting to suspect my literal decades of not dating may have tipped her off😂) She has gotten to meet Serah through video chat and apparently they passed the "Italian mom" test. She still tells me to tell Serah "hi" for her whenever I chat with her on the phone.

If telling mom was nerve wracking, the thought of telling dad was a blind shot in the dark. My dad is definitely the more conservative of the two of them. BUT he's always been most chill about my personal life choices and my "un-desire" to date. So I had no idea which way his reaction would go. He unfortunately wasn't there when I was visiting Mom, and I knew I wouldn't see him in person until June if not July (this was back in March). I really didn't want to tell him over the phone, but I also didn't want him to be the last to know by several months. So I resolved to call him and just have it out.

His response? "Ok! No issue on my end. Do you have a picture of you both?" Unfortunately I don't, but I plan to amend that on our next visit. But HOLY HELL, IT WENT THE CHILL ROUTE!!! Omg. Weight off my shoulders!!

So now that they both know, I have no problem being fully open about it. I was never super in the closet before. I would describe it as "in the closet with the door open". As I had no problem telling friends or anyone who wanted to know, but wasn't about to go talking about it using the specific terms "Asexual" or "Pan-Romantic" to my parents, or anyone who would tell my parents.

So yeah! This is where I'm at now. In a relationship with an amazing human being, fully out to my parents, and all without having to do the sex. I'd say that makes for a pretty happy Pride in my book!

Thank you all for sticking around and coming on this journey with me🖤💜🤍🤍💜🖤

Read the original 2019 Asexual Awareness Week posts here

[vinnival]

can I get platonic main 3 + jeb and tricky w a buddy who's literally like. A living improbability drive. Like theyve got an android or holographic body w a sentient drive at its "core" or w/e if that makes sense. Just a reality warpin' pal :>

THIS PROMPT IS SO COOL reader is just "I can make this land go oooooOo but I will not"

It also reminds me of a friend's oc!! They're a sentient imp drive and yes

Active

HANK

Obviously he's so very wary of you

He may know you have good intentions but look what that mf drive did to Hof. He ain't playing it like that

So he's cautious

But hey at least he tolerates you!!

Although we all know hank, he's just very "I do not care" energy

But... let's be honest... he's kinda intimidated

Not outright scared, just intimidated

You can just snap ur fingers and he'd probably be sent to the shadow realm idk a different plane of existence

So he's a lot more.... respectful?? Around you

Sometimes just watches you

You... eventually... get used to it :]

He just thinks you look neat!

SANFORD

Very confused

But supportive!

"So like, you can like... open portals? And stuff?"

"In a way, yes."

"...Duuuuude..."

Sometimes has an existential crisis over you KDHAJDJS

Nicknames you artin, because Artificial Intelligence is too long to call you

The reason why he calls you that is bc the only way he can understand what you are is by just saying you're sentient AI that can destroy the reality they all knew (technically it was already destroyed but... funni...)

Look, he's tryin his best

Thanks you look rad as fuck. Like, holograms? Robotic silicone-like skin?? heLL YEAh

DEIMOS

you're a robot

he's a technician

what more do I say?

a lot more, actually:

He loves talking with you

When it comes to many things, Deimos isn't that... knowledgeable

But when talking with you? About robotics, and your functions?

Mans is even confusing 2B HAHAHA

It's like he's speaking a different language to everyone else

But ofc you understand. Ur the robot duh

He loves learning cool things ab the imp drive by asking you questions

If you're a hologram-ish body, he loves studying your features, noting how you look and how the imp drive looks through your barely-noticeable translucent body

If you have an android-like body, he kinda wants to take you apart loves studying you even more! He thinks your skin feels very realistic !! :]

JEBUS

Once you were created by AAHW (this was after Tricky has became a thing bc angst) he wanted nothing to do with you

He wanted to stay far away, he didnt want to be reminded of back then

But unfortunately just because the stars aligned for him just to see him suffer, you're assigned to him purposefully because he's worked with imp drives before

They would put a certain someone else on it but yknow. Theyve moved on to being a Murderous Clown and all

He tries to keep himself as distanced as possible when working with you, but you were persistent

You had no idea why this random man seemed to despise you, so you wanted to at least know, if you couldnt be able to fix it

He ends up caving in and gets to know you

After some time he realizes- maybe it isn't all that bad, since you're not placed into a living being that had its own mind, you're Your Own Self

That can also go apeshit at any time but like. That's easier to control. You're updated, and fine-tuned to not do so. Nobody wants that to happen again...

Actually thinks you look pretty cool, no matter how you look

Once he finally reveals why he's tried to isolate himself at first, you felt guilty

"...In a way, he's mentally doing a lot better. A lot more freedom, if that ma-"

"That isn't helping, but thank you."

You curtly nodded and left him alone

TRICKY

Oooohhhohbohohohohohohbobobo rubs my evil little hands together

Because I'm like that, you were created while he was still Hofnarr

You two were very close, him asking you so many questions- more than Deimos, yes

But once you were discontinued after Hof went on his first outburst of violence after the drive was put into him, you didn't see him until...

One day... Somewhere in Nevada, I can't remember exactly, I was brought back to life.

The one that brought me back was peculiar. Somewhere in my memory, I've seen them before.

Green skin, red, curly hair, scars and blood littered on their body. Teeth that could tear, coupled with bloodstained nonexistent lips.

...but it's been a while since I've last been activated, and I was unfortunately 12 system updates behind. My memory was muddled...

"HELLO!!!! FAMILIARITY!!!"

This creature was very friendly with you, despite its menacing looks

After suddenly pairing up with who you now know as Tricky, you two got closer

You connected the dots after a certain conversation one day

"Tricky, why is your skin green? Aren't those qualifications of being undead?" I was looking up at the sky as I asked this. I didn't expect to hear the noise that the clown made.

It was a cross between confusion and discontent. I looked over to see them rubbing their temples.

"CLOWN CANNOT RECALL. ALL CAN THINK OF IS HIM."

"Him?" I couldn't ignore the fact that while he was still moderately loud, he was quieter than usual. The voice... it sounded familiar.

"HIM...J-JEeeb..."

Once he said that, you immediately blanked out, a large exclamation point flashed in your vision, and blue static broke up your view of the clown

Your "brain" started chugging again, and whatever was hidden in the storage files was suddenly forcefully called up- images, audio, all of these things making you shout a name you haven't said in a long time

"H-HOFNARR?"

[undercover-trio]

De request

Hi! Could I ask for HCs for jealous Team RWBY + Nora (or only team rwby if it's too much) with a flirty and popular female reader? Where reader is popular with girls.

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Yus you can, also sorry for the wait, I had to take a small break from writing

I be tired

Also don’t mind I listed the type of popular I wanted the reader to be for each girl.

Sorry for any spelling errors

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Ruby

-Heroic popular

It wasn’t really a mystery why you were popular with girls, after all, you had this righteous charisma to you. Ruby noticed how many situations this got you into.

Ruby was laying on her bed, patiently waiting for a reply back from you.

My precious rose

[You there Y/N/N?]

Miss Hero

[Sorry for the wait Ruby, I just got back from piggybacking this girl to the infirmary]

My precious rose

[That’s cool of you!!]

Miss Hero

[After I brought Zwei down from a tree, guarded Velvet from CRDL -I made sure to report them- helped this girl find her purse and saved Doctor Oobleck’s spiked coffee from falling]

My precious rose

[(°◇°;) ]

She didn’t mind when people came back to show gratitude in the slightest!

Ruby saw you down the hallways, there was a girl in front of you, she heard what you guys were saying so there was no need to be jealous.

“Hey Y/N, I just want to say thanks for the other day, you really helped out with moving the speakers.” The girl thanked, Ruby swelled with pride.

“It’s no problem, if you ever need help just I’m willing to be there.” And with that you two went your separate ways.

Those interactions she was fine with.

What gets to her is those girls who look for more, not to mention you’re rather oblivious when it comes to your complimenting style.

Ruby and you were walking down the hall together when this girl came up to the both of you, more specifically you.

“Hey Y/N, thanks for piggybacking me the other day, that was really nice of you.” She started, Ruby immediately didn’t like the way the girl was blushing.

“It’s no problem, as cute as you looked in those heels I don’t recommend wearing them again.” You complimented and advised her, not noticing how her blush got even deeper.

Ruby did though.

Yet she knows that you’d drop anything for her, all it takes for you to notice is her looking down.

The girl, her name didn’t matter, in Ruby’s not so humble opinion. She started following you guys to your next class, insinuating it was on the way to her’s.

And with that you two kept talking, Ruby started feeling a little left out and sad. To let you know she bumped into your side, after that she sped ahead.

“What’s up with her?” The girl asked with a bitter tone. You merely smiled in Ruby’s direction.

“Sorry but I have to go catch up with my girlfriend.”

And with that, the girl was left alone in the hallway.

You dedicate anything you can to cheering her up, she was slightly flustered about this at first but now just enjoys how you are.

Ruby sat rather glum in her seat, it was her final class of the day and that whole girl thing just left her with a bad attitude. She would’ve acted like a bitter child in her dorm but here you were.

“Ruby, would you like to go to the bakery with me? And maybe play some Kung fu ninja slayer ultimate death battle? The second one isn’t as good.”

Ruby smiled at your actions and quickly hugged you as you both headed to the bakery.

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Weiss

-Cinnamon roll popular

Weiss wouldn’t be exaggerating if she said she had a literal ball of sunshine as a girlfriend

“Weiss~ get upppp.” Weiss felt someone’s fingers brushing through her hair, the action made her want to sleep more. Of course she knew only one person who could accidentally make their work harder.

“Good morning Y/N.” She gave a slight smile, still a little drowsy from just waking up. She thought she woke up at a decent time, her new alarm clock being way more pleasant to wake up to than her old one.

You gave her your signature cinnamon roll smile and her morning got exponentially better.

Unfortunately your cheerfulness attracted unwanted attention, you simply thought you made more friends but Weiss saw the looks in their eyes

You were putting your weapons in your locker when you heard someone calling out your nickname in the distance.

“Sunshine!” You looked to see there being 4 older girls, the leader being the redhead named Stella. You quickly shuffled over to them, looking quite cute given you had a lot of big textbooks in your arms.

She understood them, you were just so...cute when you spoke. You genuinely tried to keep up and pay attention with everyone.

“Stell, what’d I say about that name!!” You huffed with a pout, the older girl merely gave a teasing smile as the girls behind her looked at you with interest.

“Sorry cupcake-“ you squaked at the name. “But my team just wanted to meet you, like a lot.” She exaggerated with big hand movements making you giggle, the girls behind her looked embarrassed.

“It’s okay! I wanted to meet them lots too!” You gave them a bright smile, they all looked at Stella with disbelief in their eyes.

“How is she so sweet???”

“I don’t even know.”

You didn’t hear their conversation but took a quick glance at the clock and bid them goodbye.

She supposed she could be considered a sort of knight in a way, just instead of an honorable battle there are threats and grimm(see what I did there?) promises

Weiss saw that whole interaction, her fist gripped hard around Myrtenaster. She observed Stella stay behind while the other girls left, that’s when she decided to strike.

With a slam, Stella got startled at the sound and looked back to stare into cold blue eyes. She shivered at the intensity in them, Weiss perfected the Schnee intimidation expression.

“I’m not going to listen to a single rebuttal, you stay away from Y/N, don’t look at her, don’t even breathe the same air as her. If you do I swear I will gut you like a turkey.”

Stella merely nodded, her being beyond intimidated. And with that Weiss left the locker room to join up with you.

When she did, you smiled at her, completely clueless to what she just did.

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Blake

-Teasing/smooth talker popular

Blake wouldn’t call herself possessive, she knew from past relationships how that could go. Yet she couldn’t help but notice the sheer amount of girls with an interest in you.

You had walked away from Blake’s dorm after telling her good morning, she left her door slightly cracked open on accident. As she went to fix it she balked at the amount of girls she saw following after you in the distance.

“What…..?”

She honestly couldn’t blame them, you were pretty suave, another main thing that she knew contributed to your popularity.

A girl who was part of the group following you had tripped in the crowd. She closed her eyes preparing for a rough fall yet she didn’t feel it.

“Are you okay dear?” Your smooth voice asked. The girl blushed, your arm was around her waist as you asked this.

She could speak so she nodded causing you to give an amused and slightly teasing smile. You leaned into the crook of her neck.

“Be more careful next time chéri.” Your lips were right next to her ear, then suddenly you left. Leaving behind an embarrassed puddle of a girl.

She wouldn’t notice, much to your amusement, that she would get more clingy and needy.

“Hey kitten, I have to head to Miss Goodwitch’s class, I’ll be back in a bit.” You informed her as you were ready to leave the room.

“Wait, it’s a little chilly so wear this.” She handed you her favorite black hoodie, on the chest it had her initials, white and in cursive. The sleeves and hood were white so you’d have to be a bit careful.

You merely stared at it for a bit in amusement before chuckling and putting it on.

“Thank you dear, I’ll be back soon.” You smiled as you gave her a kiss, not even mentioning the fact it wasn’t even chilly.

A perfect example of an extremely jealous Blake Belladonna would have to be that one time she was waiting for you in professor Port’s classroom.

It seemed the hoodie wasn’t enough to drive some girls off, here you were, leaning against a hallways wall. In front of you was a timid looking girl, she looked the slightest bit like a squirrel, cute but you preferred cats.

“May I help you?” You asked, you looked to the side, you just wanted to be with Blake right now.

“E-erm yes! I was just wondering if you..me ...date..” She trailed off in the end but it was clear to you she asked. You gave her an apologetic smile.

“Sorry but-“ Before you could finish your sentence Blake came with her arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Y/N/N, who is this?” She asked as her head rested on your shoulder. You gave a wry grin at her behavior.

“This is-“

“I’m no one, sorry for bothering you girls!!” She squeaked out as she bolted away.

You didn’t even have to look at Blake to know what she did. She was pretty scary when she glared.

“Is my kitten jealous?” You teased, she merely gave you a slight glare before burying her head further into your shoulder. You grinned at this knowing it was a yes.

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Yang

-Chill popular

At first Yang would compete with you each day over who got more love letters, she thought it was pretty funny. At least until you two started dating.

Yang felt her eyes twitch as she saw the love letters fall out of your locker. She knew from experience that some would hint about you two breaking up, most didn’t even have names she could hunt down. It still frustrated her after you two made quite the public announcement about your relationship.

She did not jump onto a lunch table with a speaker for nothing.

You hummed at the letters and put them back in your locker.

This is usually the cause for Yang’s jealousy.

During times when your charm was reaching high levels Yang vowed to always be close to you, no matter where.

Yang and you were standing in front of the vending machine in the cafeteria, you were messing with team JOCK as you got your soda. Yang was fairly involved in the conversation, after all even she could admit that Vacuo’s team was treated unfairly in the final match.

Atlas Aristocrats, that was literally the team name, quite obviously bribed the referee. I mean seriously, Atlas people don’t even like football!!

Now that that’s out of the way, she kept her eyes glued on team JEWL(Jewel). She knew they wanted to join in, yet her glare kept them away. Needless to say even she was surprised at how charming you were today as you leaned and whispered in her ear.

“Ready to eat?” You asked with a dorky smile. She nodded and threw her arm over your shoulders, ignoring the blush she got from your action.

It was basically forbidden to ask about Yang’s small notebook, it could literally fit in her pocket.

Yang could feel you staring at her notebook, she knew you wouldn’t ask though. You were respectful like that, so she didn’t have to worry about you seeing her add Team JEWL’s names to it.

“Yang?”

“Wassup?” She asked with her signature smile.

“Ice cream?” She immediately knew what you meant, putting her notebook in her pocket she got ready to take you on Bumblebee to get some ice cream.

Yet every time she crossed something out she looked pretty achieved, and simultaneously a girl would stop obsessing over you

Yang felt pretty proud of herself, she managed to have another girl get the hint. You were taken by a hot blonde bombshell, with smug proudness she crossed out the name.

Suddenly she felt someone hug her from behind.

“Yang, while I am happy you’re making people get the memo I’d rather it be in a way you don’t get detention.” You nonchalantly teased her, she laughed knowing she was caught.

“Sorry Y/N/N~ but aye on the bright side…” Her brain failed her at this moment.

“On the bright side?”

“Uh- it’s bright?”

You snorted at her stupid remark

“Yeah it sure is my jealous bombshell.”

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Okay so this is new- but I'll do it on my bday because I have nothing to do other than online class-

Soo I have been thinking about this for a while but if you, Fanwi, were the S/O what would you do with the skellies?? :0

Omg, I forgot there was this ask xD Let's go then.

Undertale Sans - Damn, nothing would be done in the house. We would literally just waits in the couch for something to happen. Though, it might work since we both have a terrible sense of humor. Though, I guess it would be boring after a while.

Undertale Papyrus - I love him and all, but god, he would be too much for me xD I'm not a cuddly type of people and I just need my independance sometimes, and my Papyrus has a hard time understanding that. However, his optimism is very well appreciated.

Underswap Sans - N O P E. I can't stand hyperactive people. I am sometimes because of ADHD but I can't stand it all the time or it would drive me totally crazy. I'm not a big fan of Blue anyway, he's too happy to not be suspicious.

Underswap Papyrus - Now that's more my type. Though it would not last because I hate hugs and he is like the main hugger of the band and he needs it to be happy. But we can be geek friends I guess.

Underfell Sans - Probably fine. I'm a video games fan and I love dark humor, so I'm pretty sure we would get along well. Though he's a bit too ok with sex for me. I'm aro and ace, so thanks but no thanks. I honestly think it would stay platonic.

Underfell Papyrus - That would never happen because I love too much teasing close minded people and he would hate this and scream all the time because he is a huge baby.

Horrortale Sans - Well, except for the hugs, he's kinda a perfect match. Silent, not always in S/O's lap and can take care of himself, with a great sense of humor. + the purring, who doesn't want Oak to purr at yourself? If not, you're weird.

Horrortale Papyrus - Too much of a mother figure. I like him but I would not bear his overprotectivness for long.

Horrorswap Sans - Ok, he's maybe calmer but he is still freaking me out so no. I don't know, I just have trouble with his face I swear.

Horrorswap Papyrus - A bit like Honey, the hug part would be a huge problem since he needs his S/O to get better after the Underground traumatism. But why not. He's a cute guy.

Horrorfell Sans - Big no. He's nice and all but the stalking part is way too tiring, I would get mad in no time. I don't need a baby sitter.

Horrorfell Papyrus - Probably a yes, since he's calmer and a bit more open minded. He has a great personnality and even if he can be a jerk sometimes, it's less bad than his younger self so it's ok.

Swapfell Sans - Surprisingly, it could work. Even if his ego is exploding scores, he's patient, he's not screaming all the time, he is polite, and respectful, and quite supportive over creative people. I think the fact he's playing tough and all but that he's scared of every little surnatural thing is pretty hilarious, but man, when I was little I was scared of Kermit and the Teletubbies so I can't judge you know. + in my headcanons, he is ace and aro too !

Swapfell Papyrus - Not in a romantic way, but friends is good enough. I love how chaotic and awkward he can be and despite everything he had been through, still being nice. I like the fact he has a bit of a secretive dark side too, but it's not a secret by now that I prefer characters with horrible backstories.

Outertale Sans - Funny fact, sometimes I have vertigo in my bed. So keep your flying crap away from me, bye. Moon is a bit too much of a jokster for me too, I would feel a bit too awkward next to him.

Outertale Papyrus - Lol. So, funny fact, my version of Outertale Papyrus is based on my mom, so, uh, that would be terribly awkward. I'm staring from a safe distance, thanks.

Dancetale Sans - He's nice, but man, daaaance urgh. I'm tired just walking my dogs. Rambo is also too wary of everything, it's annoying.

Dancetale Papyrus - Same than his brother honestly. He's a bit too overfocus for me, even if I can understand this, it's frustrated if I can't talk of what I like too.

Dancefell Sans - Why not. (god, i'm starting to see a pattern xD). He's nice and emotive, loves video games and traveling, and he is creative too. Rumba is a writer too.

Dancefell Papyrus - No thanks. I worked 2 years with dramatic Youtubers, it was enough xD

Farmtale Sans - I would love him, but the contrary would be difficult. Sam loves active people, and I'm not :') He is trustworthy, honest and say what he wants to say when he wants to say it. He's good at comforting people and he has animals. But he is also close minded, has no tolerance for lazy people and can be a little rude when he's not in good mood, which would lead to obvious conflicts, so... maybe in a friendly relationship but not more.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's too shy, I'm shy too. It would just be very awkward, but why not. He loves video games, and creative stuff, and he is just genuinely nice to everyone, and he can talk to animals. He's cute.

Mafiatale Sans - That wouldn't end very well. He's chaotic, I'm chaotic, leave us in a room and it sets on fire in the next 5 minutes. Though, he would definitely be a best friend choice since we have a lot in common.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Nope, Creeper is creepy and he's doing too much murder jokes to the point where it's very awkward.

Mafiafell Sans - DOGS. Of course we would be friends. I could spend hours just playing with his dogs. People with dogs can't be all evil anyway.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Dude, I have survival instincts. If I tease the guy, I'm dead, so I'll just say very far away from him instead.

Ink - That would be even worse than with Demon. Leave us in a room ten minutes and I'm sure we can break the reality by mistake. I'm not trusting the guy anyway. Though, his vision of emotions sort of match mine xD

Error - I'm not sure how he would go, but I wouldn't resist long the need to bother him and it would not end well. At least, no hugs, so it's kind of a positive thing I guess.

Disbelief Papyrus - The only guy I would give a hug to. But other than that, it would go mostly like Papyrus. He's a bit more calm, but he has lots of insecurities I can't deal with.

Dustale Sans - It can be fun, but Dune is too far gone in his world to grow attach to anybody. He just has a weird curiosity. But being noticed is already a big step for your relationship with him.

[letswritesomenovels]

My Revision Plan

I’ve been posting a lot about finishing a first draft of something new. So I thought it might be helpful if I also included my plans about what to do next. 

Step One: Preserve the Draft

I work in Scrivener, so my first step is to compile, save, and preserve my draft. For me, this means I’m:

Capturing a snapshot of the current version of my chapters in Scrivener, so I can keep editing the main ‘manuscript’ files without losing access to the current version.

Exporting and saving the entire manuscript as “[TITLE] - First Draft - July 2020″ so that as I finish further revisions, I’ll always know which version this one is. 

Emailing the draft to myself, saving it in iCloud, and printing it. Whatever it takes to ensure its safe keeping. This way, no matter what happens--if my computer falls into a pool and is destroyed--my entire first draft of this book will be safe somewhere. 

This way, I can revise and edit and generally make a mess of things again without having to worry that anything I do going forward is going to affect the contents or completeness of my first draft. 

Step Two: Second Sketches 

I don’t want to dive into the editing process just yet, so before doing a serious re-read or re-plotting my entire book, I’m going to set about re-sketching my settings and characters. 

In my first drafts, I treated my settings and characters as flexible. When I realized something about them wasn’t working, I changed that thing and kept going. Events changed locations, buildings changed distance from one another, Three of my characters had abrupt job changes in chapter ten, when I realized I could remove an extraneous plot and weave their storylines into a more central plot by doing so. Somewhere immediately after I tell the reader my protagonist has glasses, I forgot to ever mention them again. 

This means my initial character and setting sketches are all--well, not useless, but not quite useful anymore either. Now that I’ve figured out where and what things and people need to be in order to make the story work, I’m writing down new “character/setting rules” to guide me through my first revision. I want to make them consistent. 

For settings, this means I’m going to go through and decide on:

A “map” of the locations of the story and figure out exactly where things are in relation to one another

The layouts of individual settings 

What specific places look, smell, and sound like 

The “rules” of the world 

For characters, this means I’m going to go through and decide on their:

physical characteristics

personality and backstory

relationships both with other characters and the world around them

character arcs: their wants, their fears, their internal conflicts, and how they’re supposed to be growing and changing throughout the novel

And if I decide my protagonist does wear glasses, I’m going to make sure she’s wearing them throughout the entire story. 

Step Three: Read

Writing Advice

In the next few weeks, I’m going to read and reread books and blogs on writing. I am going to soak it all up. I’m going to learn or remind myself about what makes a story good. Refine my knowledge of writing craft. These are the ideas that are going to help me make my revised draft better than my first one.

Fun books!

I’m also going to read for fun, especially the books I was avoiding because they were in a similar genre/category to the one I was drafting. I want to know how good the “competition” is, and also see those “writing rules” I’ve been reading about in writing advice books/blogs in action. 

The First Draft

Finally, I’m going to crack open my own book. 

This is the hardest part of a revision: critically reading what I’ve written so I can prepare to tear it to pieces and rebuild it. 

Oof.

For this, I recommend changing the font, either printing it out or putting it on an e-reader, settling down in your favorite spot to read, and reading it in one go. I’m probably going to print mine out and put it in a binder. This will help me see it with the eye of a reader/editor instead of an author, and hopefully help me put some emotional distance between me and the work I’ve done. 

I’m going to keep a notebook nearby and take notes about things that are working, things that aren’t working, ideas for changes, and other stray observations (like words I’m using too often, or where I’m repeating myself, or abandoned plot points, etc.). 

Step Four: Re-Outline

This step itself has many steps.

Step One: Identify the core idea of the story. In clear terms, write out in one or two sentences what this story is about, English-major style. ie. “This story is about a girl finding the courage to pursue the life she wants, not the one her parents have planned for her. Her struggles are reflected back on her when she encounters the ghost of a princess who cares so much what history thinks of her, she’s letting its opinion turn her into a literal monster.” 

Step Two: Outline the events in the story as it currently exists. 

Step Three: Evaluate how well it conveys the core idea, and how the current structure works. Identify:

the purpose of various scenes (ie. inciting incident) 

Extraneous scenes/plots/characters

Plot points that should be in the story but are missing

Key moments of character arcs

Events that support the core idea

Events that either don’t support or work in opposition to the core idea

Step Four: Rebuild the outline so that the story has a strong structure that supports the core idea. 

Step Five: Share

I know I’m going to struggle with figuring out exactly how to rebuild my story, so I’m going to share both my first draft and my unfinished plan with my writing friends. I’m going to ask them for their ideas and advice. With their feedback, I’m going to solidify my plan for my new outline, hopefully a bit more confident that it’s the right one. 

I know not all people have a group of writing buddies they can easily do this with. If you don’t have a critique group, don’t sweat it. It helps and it’s worth an attempt to try to find one, but it’s not a vital step.

Step Six: Revise 

Finally, I’m going to go through my work chapter by chapter: editing scenes, trashing scenes, and writing new scenes entirely from scratch until I have a manuscript that’s hopefully much better than the first.

If I revise this book like I did my last one, I’ll probably polish the chapters as I move through them, so that when i’m done, some chapters will be on their twelfth drafts, some will be on their second, but overall it’ll be the best version of the story I’m currently able to write. 

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It’s a lot, and it seems like a very daunting process from my current standpoint, but finishing the first draft seemed daunting too, just a few weeks ago, and I got through that process. With time and effort, I’ll get through this one too.