#also? not that i need to justify it but. i live in a staff dorm

[choking-on-roses]

If you're a minimalist and you pride yourself on that, that's great! But if you know someone who is NOT a minimalist you are actually free to shut the fuck up about it. Just so you know.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Re: the previous anon asking about ramshackle, my personal hc is that it used to be the staff's dorm (I could be completely wrong, I haven't read the early books in a while). Then, when Crowley took over from the previous headmaster, he didn't hire any new staff and instead let the non-teaching current staff retire/quit/otherwise leave their positions and then employed ghosts (since they don't really need a place to "live" (ba dum tss)), and left Ramshackle to fall into disrepair. Whether or not these ghosts were the old staff or were just looking for jobs is up in the air (and also opens a whole can of worms about ghost economics, but I'm not willing to get into that here) For some reason he still hires living teachers and Sam, but I'm not sure if we ever get any details on where they live during the school year.

[Referencing this post!]

I went back into the prologue to check! The dialogue seems to suggest that Ramshackle used to house students. The Ramshackle Ghosts mention that people used to live there, then Crowley tells us "the ghosts scared away all the students." (Note that Crowley does not say “the ghosts scared away all the students AND staff.”) Thinking about it, staff lived at Ramshackle, well... it might be a little strange to have students visit them at their living quarters instead of in the classroom or their offices if they need academic assistance. Most likely Ramshackle served a similar function as the other dorms: student housing.

As for where staff stay… There was one line dropped by Crowley in the second Halloween event which implies the (current) staff may live off campus. I talked about it in this post!

We’re not sure exactly how long Crowley has been headmaster for or when Ramshackle exactly fell into ruin 🤔 I wonder if the main story (or extra materials/content) will cover that… We don’t even know if there was even a previous headmaster or if Crowley was just always the headmaster. From how he speaks (ie being salty at the 99 lose streak to RSA and honoring Lilia’s invite to NRC despite being hundreds of years later), it feels like Crowley has been in charge for a long ass time. It could be that he’s honoring his predecessor’s legacy or wishes, but he seems to personally be making the shots or reacting in a way that’s quite emotionally invested for someone who is newly taking up the mantle.

Mmmm, I wonder if it’s really as simple as Crowley letting the current staff go…? I’d imagine most can’t afford to quit their job or retire on the spot (unless he incentivized them to leave with a generous severance package). I do think employing ghosts in the place of living people to do odd jobs may be more cost effective though, seeing as ghosts have far fewer living expenses than the living. (No need for housing, food, most material possessions, etc.). Crowley could thus justify paying them less/j Although… This is also most likely an efficient way for the devs to reuse assets and not have to design unique characters or more mobs to fulfill the roles of odd job NPCs.

There is lore which states that ghosts are attracted to areas that are concentrated with magical energy, which may explain why NRC has so many ghosts lurking around. I wonder if Crowley just happened to notice all the ghosts lurking on campus (rather than actively seeking them out) and wanted to give them something fulfilling to do with their time, hence the jobs. (Do ghosts even have a need for employment or money when they don’t really have physical demands??? What would they even buy with their earnings, if they’re being compensated at all?) Some ghosts, like the ones that work in the cafeteria, seem to be brought in from the outside to serve more specific roles (ie as Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles instructors and cafeteria staff). The Ramshackle Ghosts though… I’m not sure about their origins?

So the Ramshackle Ghosts have taken up residence in the dormitory, but we don’t have much in the way of their history. It could be that they were random ghosts that migrated to NRC due to its magical draw?? Other unrelated ghosts seem to have been drawn to Ramshackle in the past (such as Eliza and her ghostly entourage in Ghost Marriage). Some have theorized the Ramshackle Ghosts are dead students, but the closest thing we get to proof of that is a line from book 2. One of the Ramshackle Ghosts says that he was a star magift/spelldrive player when he was alive—but this does not inherently imply he was a student, since the sport is very popular and widely played by mages, student or not.

There’s still so many mysteries wrapped up in Ramshackle… 🔍

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

I might be back on my bullshit thinking about Louis [as if I ever stopped] and episode 2 again. Like... there are a lot of things that could’ve been handled better when it comes to ep2, but can we just appreciate his apology to Clementine during the archery scene? 

[note: this turned into a bit of a rant, and for that, I apologize]

It still baffles me that he gets dismissed as a shitbird by portions of the fandom to this day for being upset with Clem and AJ when he just found out his best friend gave away the twins, murdered Brody and tried to pin it on Clementine to cover his tracks... only to then be murdered by AJ after he already gave up, shot him in the back of the head right in front of everyone and left Louis heartbroken and traumatized. 

Like I understand that some of y’all think Clementine and AJ should never be held accountable for anything they do and they’re always right, even when they’re in the wrong because you’re the player projecting yourself onto them and everyone who is mean to you is a stupid head unless they’re mean in the right way.

Or you’re one of those violentine stans who feels like the only way to validate your ship is to create this narrative that Louis is a traitor and Clementine would never love him after he voted for them to leave as if the only way you know how to make Violet look good is to make Louis bad by comparison instead of like... y’know, being one of the decent stans who explain and gush about the positives of the ship itself and why they love it rather obsessing over the other ship. 

Either way, you’re really gonna look at that situation of Louis reacting to his best friend’s death after what just went down and be like “calm down, Louis, you’re being a jerk :/” like.... I’m sorry? 

Aren’t you the same people who complained about Luke not giving a shit about Nick’s death back in s2? how he didn’t have a reaction? In fact, aren’t you also the same people who vigorously defended Kenny for his reaction to Sarita’s death after he lashed out at Clementine? Remember? When he yelled at her and called her a stupid fucking kid who thinks she can just get anyone killed and it’s okay because she said sorry? but it’s fine because Kenny’s reacting in a realistic way that makes sense for his character and he later apologizes for it? 

but now here you are, getting a realistic reaction out of Louis that makes sense with his character and all of a sudden, you don’t like it? You want him to just be like “Oh no, Marlon.... anyway.” Really?

Louis is hurt, he’s pissed and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s so shaken by what the hell just happened, Marlon’s dead body is bleeding out on the ground, Ruby’s talking about getting fucking medicine as if that’s gonna do anything, Violet waving her cleaver around at them even though literally none of them were looking at AJ they were all looking at Clementine, Violet you are not helping anyone in this situation, you’re only making it worse and adding to the aggression... but no, Louis shouldn’t be a fucking mess right now. He should just shrug his shoulders and be like “Welp, this is fine.” 

Then there’s the damn funeral. Look, Clementine and AJ shouldn’t have been there. I know they had to be for story purposes, but it’s such a bad idea that it makes Violet, the one who wanted them there, look like an ass who has no regard for anyone other than herself, Clementine and AJ, and those who agree with her... which is only Tenn and I guess everyone else sucks and their feelings are invalid because no one else wanted them there since it’s not a good idea to have Marlon’s murderer attend his funeral and if you believe that isn’t going to piss people off or make them uncomfortable, then either you don’t care or you don’t know how to read a room. 

And by the way, Louis wasn’t the one who suggested voting them out. He wasn’t even there when MITCH said they should take a vote and everyone agreed to it. So why is it that Louis gets all this blame for how the vote turned out? Oh, Louis is such a traitor because he’s the reason they got kicked out.... except no? 

First of all, if you’re so mad at Louis then how come you’re not mad at Ruby? She voted them out, too. So did Omar. They contributed to kicking them out. How come no one else talks about how much they hate them after they said having the vote was a fair idea and then voted them out? Oh, and Willy, too. Willy voted them out. The only other person who gets heat for the vote is Mitch, and he was the one who came up with the idea in the first place... but no one else, huh? 

Also, how come only Violet gets praise for wanting Clementine and AJ to stay? Never see anyone talk about how amazing Aasim is after he was the third vote for them. He has legit reasons for wanting them around, too, but he didn’t want them at the funeral either so what, does that cancel out his vote for you? Where is the Aasim love? 

Then we got the dorms where Louis and Violet come to escort them away, and once again, I have to mention that both of them are wrong in this situation. They’re on the extreme opposites where Violet thinks they should stay because they didn’t do anything wrong, and Louis thinks they should leave because AJ’s dangerous. Both of these view points make sense with their characters.

However, I guess some conveniently ignore how conflicted Louis is about the whole thing and how he’s feeling about it because it doesn’t fit with the narrative they’re trying to push about his character. 

Again, he’s dealing with a lot of shit right now only to be constantly invalidated by Violet, who keeps telling him what a shithead he is for hurting about this, how he’s just burying his head in the sand again and all this other shit, and he eventually snaps at her and says AJ’s dangerous, which hurts AJ and it’s all over Louis’ face that he realizes he snapped and he feels bad about it. 

But Louis never got aggressive with them, he never laid a hand on them, and he was there to escort them out in the woods. And that argument of “he sent them out there to die therefore Clementine and AJ should hate him, Clem shouldn’t want any friendly/romantic relationship with him because he put AJ at risk and got him shot” is.... I dunno, ugh? It’s ugh. You act like Louis did this to intentionally get them hurt when that’s not true. 

Clementine and AJ have survived on their own for years, so it makes sense that Louis would try to justify this to himself like “they’ll make it out there, they’ll survive because they’ve done this before... this is for the best for everyone” and no, him telling them that this is probably like going home for them isn’t okay, but it makes sense for his character because he doesn’t actually know how bad it is out there. 

None of them know, they’ve all lived in walls their whole lives. It’s naïve of him, yes, but it makes sense and he didn’t do this with shitty intentions of wanting them to get hurt. He didn’t know that Lilly and Abel would be out there, he didn’t know AJ would get shot, he didn’t know any of it. He didn’t think that if they voted them out, this would happen. He was struggling with his feelings about them and saying goodbye to someone he was starting to feel a connection with. 

And he let them back in. Hell, he carried AJ into the school himself when they showed up wounded and you still wanna call him an asshole and a traitor? He could’ve said nope, get the hell out. We kicked you out, you’re not welcome here. 

He didn’t do that, he ran to them to see if they’re okay, he brought AJ to Ruby and stayed with him the entire time Clem was in the office with Violet.... AND he apologized to AJ, quietly begging for him to be okay... and when he’s faced with Clementine after what happened, he doesn’t know what to say to her. He can’t even look at her because he feels so ashamed of himself and feels all the blame for this. 

This is a moment that ties back to backstory. Louis’ emotions overpowered him, he made a decision and now AJ is shot and bleeding on the couch.... when he came to the school, they [the staff, I assume] said these kids were bad people, they told Louis that he was bad after what he did to his parents and he internalized that, and this whole this just reaffirms that idea “I am bad, I hurt people, this is my fault.” He blames himself for everything even though there’s no way he could’ve known. You can feel Louis’ genuine concern for AJ and how he’s doing, but at the same time, he’s trying to distance himself from Clementine… and well, sorta failing since he brings her clothes and they have the conversation in the dorms. 

Then the archery scene.... y’know, the scene I was gonna make a simple little post about that somehow turned into this. 

Once again we have Louis and Violet arguing because that’s what they do now, and Violet continues to tell him to get over himself without listening to anything he says, and he goes to practice archery so that y’know... when the raiders come he can use a weapon to help defend them since he’s not very good with it and needs practice.

Clem goes to check on him, and Louis apologizes for voting them out, explains that when AJ shot Marlon, he blamed Clementine when that wasn’t the right thing to do. He had a lot going on emotionally on top of what was happening around him, but after having two weeks to work through things alone, even though he’ll never be happy Marlon died, he can understand why AJ thought it was the right thing to do... and if he could take everything back, he would. He knew that the moment they came back, and he still does. 

I just.... how often does Clementine ever get an actual apology from anyone who has hurt her? A real apology from someone who means it and then doesn’t just turn around and repeat the same hurtful actions? Like... it baffles me that people will look at this genuine apology and tell him to fuck off, but will accept and continue to adore someone like Kenny who will apologize for hurting Clem, only to never try to be better and ends up hurting her even more next time. 

Or they’ll accept and justify Violet’s last minute apology for punching Clementine in the face on the boat and putting everyone [including AJ, rememeber?] at risk of either dying or being made into brainwashed soldiers by the delta. 

They both have reasons for their behaviors and you’ll work your ass off to justify them, and I’m not saying your points are wrong or invalid, but you seriously won’t even try to extend that same thing to Louis? Why? 

Well, jokes on you because I too will work my ass of to talk about Louis and what he’s going through and that’s how posts like this get made. I know not everyone is going to feel that connection to him that I have, and you’re allowed to not like him as a character, but realize that I’m also allowed to give my perspective on his character and why I disagree with points posed by those who don’t like him. 

The archery scene is one of my favorites. It’s Louis and Clementine proving that they’re able to open up to one another and say they’re sorry, to forgive the other without being petty or holding it over the other to throw back at them the next time they argue. It proves that Louis wants to put in the effort to repair their relationship and atone for the mistakes he made, to step up and not be “bad” anymore. 

I mean, Louis says it best himself. Everyone heard the jokes and the piano, after that, they stop listening... a lot of people just boil him down to a funny man who never takes anything seriously and the only thing he could ever bring to Clementine’s life is a good laugh, but those who stuck with him and put an effort into building his and Clementine’s relationship know better than that. They know how much this apology in ep2 means even with the downer that the timeline of events rushes everything a bit. 

The fact that Louis doesn’t have this big ego that prevents him from apologizes, that he can forgive AJ for what he did and still build a strong relationship with both him and Clementine, that if you earn his trust he will follow you to hell and back, that he isn’t afraid to call Clementine out on her bullshit and doesn’t have a come apart when she does the same to him, that with her and AJ by his side he finally doesn’t feel alone anymore.... it’s all just so fucking good. 

I dunno, maybe you can understand why I get so ugh whenever I still see these same arguments about him being made with this double standard that doesn’t apply to other characters.

[blu-joons]

When One Of The Members Reveals Your Relationship ~ Exo Reaction

Xiumin:

As soon as the interviewer mentioned relationships the whole group fell silent, expecting the usual questions that came. “Are any of you in love, or is there anyone who wants to spill a few beans for the fans today?”

“Minseok you-“Sehun began.

“No,��� Kyungsoo quickly interrupted him, “none of us have anything that we’d like to share with you.”

“Are you sure? Because someone back there seemed like they wanted to say something,” the interviewer pushed, looking between Sehun and Minseok.”

Minseok frowned, shaking his head, “you guys don’t need to protect me, I might as well be honest seeing as Sehun’s thrown me under the bus anyway.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered across to the eldest, “is this live? Can we not just cut that bit out?”

Minseok’s head shook, “it’s live, there’s no cutting it now. It doesn’t matter now though. Yes, I’m in love, but that’s all I will share with you right now.”

“That’s more than we expected you all to share,” the interviewer smiled around the group, “you’ve done our viewership a huge favour today.”

“Yeah, but maybe not my relationship.”

Suho:

The boys watched the video closely that was being filmed to go up on their channel for the fans to watch. “What’s that?” Baekhyun questioned, pausing the clip that Kyungsoo had filmed for the video, pointing behind him.

“Is that Y/N?” Junmyeon questioned.

“No,” Kyungsoo quickly protested, but as he inspected further, it was obvious it was the two of you.

“It’s too late to film anything new now,” Junmyeon sighed, “how did no one in the editing department pick up on this, they can’t cut it for us now.”

Kyungsoo’s head sunk, “I’m so sorry, I should have been more careful of my surroundings. I didn’t realise that the two of you were stood behind me.”

“It’s our fault too, we shouldn’t have been like that at work,” Junmyeon comforted, smiling across at Kyungsoo.

The whole group didn’t know how to react. “Maybe we could speak to someone, it won’t take long to edit,” Minseok suggested, but Junmyeon declined.

“Everyone will know sooner or later, maybe this is the time that we just need to start being honest with the fans,” he stated.

“As long as you’re definitely sure.”

Lay:

Chanyeol’s head peered around when he saw that Yixing was alone in his room, stepping in and making himself comfortable. “There’s a lot of Y/N in this room these days, you can tell that she’s staying over a bit more.”

“I’m live,” Yixing mumbled.

“Are you?” Chanyeol chuckled, only to look across and see that Yixing was in fact live with the fans.

“You’ve dropped me in it now,” Yixing frowned, too afraid to look at all the comments. “What are you even doing in here anyway?”

Chanyeol smiled apologetically, “I was just coming to see if you wanted to go over those lyrics, I didn’t realise that you were busy on stream though.”

“How am I going to explain this to Y/N?” Yixing frowned, knowing how annoyed you’d be that you were revealed.

Chanyeol’s eyes rolled, “I think your biggest worry right now should be the thousands of fans who are demanding to know who Y/N is.”

“Don’t remind me,” Yixing whispered, “I’ll come and work on the lyrics once I’ve justified my secret relationship to the fans.”

“I honestly cannot apologise enough.”

Baekhyun:

The two of them were incredibly tipsy as they sat around the dorm with Kyuhyun and Eunhyuk to film for their show. “I heard a rumour that you had someone on the scene,” Kyuhyun smiled across at Baekhyun with intrigue.

“Have you not heard?” Minseok asked.

“Hyung,” Baekhyun snapped from beside him, jabbing into his waist. “Just let me do the talking.”

“Is there something going on?” Eunhyuk quizzed, leaning across the table. “I thought it was just someone trying to joke around with us that you were dating.”

Baekhyun’s head shook, “it’s early days, I didn’t want to tell anyone just yet in case it scared her. But Minseok’s ruined that.”

“They can edit this sort of stuff out,” Minseok tried to assure him, but Kyuhyun’s head shook immediately back at him.

He smiled across the table, “we’re leaving this gossip in, you can blame Minseok for not being able to keep his mouth shut.”

“Just pretend you’re drunk,” Eunhyuk suggested, “pretend that you have no idea who they’re talking abou tomorrow when you’re hungover.”

“That plan will definitely not work.”

Chen:

The cameras all came back on as the interviewer looked to the group of boys that were sat on the sofa altogether. “The fans have mentioned a lot about there being a rumour about a girl being around, is that true at all?”

“Well,” Junmyeon started, but quickly stopped.

“There is?” The interviewer quickly asked, noticing how quickly Junmyeon stopped himself.

“It’s not like that,” Junmyeon sighed, feeling Jongdae’s eyes stare across at him. “We’re young and we’ve dated at times, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Jongdae’s head shook from behind, “there’s no point trying to cover it all up, the fans know that someone has been around, and that’s thanks to me.”

“Can you share anymore details?” The interviewer asked him, desperate to try and push him for a little more information.

Jongdae’s head shook, “I want to be respectful of my relationship, but I also don’t want any rumours being spread about what’s going on.”

“I understand,” she smiled, “I’m sure your fans will be glad that any rumours about you have been cleared up now for them.”

“Me too, I want to be honest.”

Chanyeol:

Sehun switched on the camera to record the group as they run off the stage. “Did you guys see Y/N in the crowd?” Jongin asked straight away, unaware that Sehun was filming until he felt a nudge against his hip.

“Be quiet,” Chanyeol murmured.

“Look,” Sehun pointed out to Jongin that the camera was filming all of them. “Say hi to the fans.”

“Did you just switch that on?” Chanyeol frantically asked, grabbing Sehun’s shoulder, “please tell me that you switched that on after we all started talking.”

Sehun’s shoulders shrugged, “I’m not too sure to be honest, I might have just managed to miss the cut, but I’m really not sure right now.”

“I’m sure it missed it,” Jongin assured him, desperate to rectify his mistake. “They won’t have understood what I was talking about anyway.”

Chanyeol glared across at him, “you’re making it more and more obvious the more you mention her name, so let’s just drop it and hope.”

“We can watch it back later,” Sehun assured him, “I’m sure that if the fans did hear anything, they’d be respectful about it anyway.”

“I hope so, for Y/N’s sake.”

D.O:

Kyungsoo pushed the door open as he saw Baekhyun on his live, quickly mouthing across to him to mute it for a moment. Once he had, Kyungsoo spoke. “Did Y/N leave her phone charger in here from last night?”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun smiled, pointing it out.

“Thank you,” Kyungsoo responded, walking around the back of his life to pick up your phone charger.

“I meant to bring it back to her this afternoon,” Baekhyun pointed out, encouraging Kyungsoo to come over and say hello to the live stream.

As he did, Kyungsoo’s attention was drawn to the comments. “I thought you said you muted it, why are the fans all asking about Y/N?”

“I did mute it,” Baekhyun assured him, until he noticed the button wasn’t clicked on. “I swear I muted it; I don’t understand what’s happened.”

Kyungsoo’s head shook, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to get the two of us out of this one, how did you manage not to mute it Baekhyun?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll fix it,” he quickly assured him, “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll find a way to solve this for you both.”

“Don’t worry too much, it’s alright.”

Kai:

Their eyes lit up when they noticed that Weki Meki were joining them for the interview on Music Bank, shuffling along to make some room for them. “Isn’t Y/N a big fan of these guys?” Jongdae asked from beside Jongin.

“Yeah,” Jongin responded.

“Guys,” Junmyeon mumbled in front of them, “the livestream is still rolling, keep your voices down.”

“No, it’s not, the green light isn’t on,” Jongdae quickly tried to point out, feeling Jongin’s eyes glare across at him. “It’s not live, is it?”

Chanyeol turned back too, “these cameras don’t have the lights on them. And you weren’t quiet earlier, the fans will definitely know about Y/N now.”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Jongin vented, trying desperately to keep calm, “you’re just winding me up right now, aren’t you?”

Chanyeol’s head shook, “Jongdae wasn’t to know, and hopefully most of the fans weren’t even listening to your conversation just then.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jongdae whispered from beside him, “whatever I can do to make the problem better again I’ll do in a heartbeat.”

“We don’t know if they heard anything yet.”

Sehun:

His smile grew as Yixing peered around the door of his studio, scanning for something particular. “Can I help you with what you’re looking for?” Sehun questioned, turning his camera around so the fans could see Yixing.

“Is Y/N here?” He asked.

“Um,” Sehun stuttered, glancing at the screen to notice that the comments on the live blew up.

“You’re live?” Yixing questioned, suddenly realising what was going on. “She’s a member of staff,” he called out, desperately trying to make up for his mistake.

Sehun’s head shook, “the fans aren’t stupid, they know the staff don’t come by here. Don’t worry, but Y/N’s not here, she’s with Baekhyun working on some stuff.”

“I’m so sorry,” Yixing whispered, mouthing apologies across at Sehun again and again. “I really didn’t realise what was going on.”

Sehun smiled widely, “honestly, don’t worry. Although I think you’ve given me a bit more explaining to do about what’s been going on.”

“I’ll tell Y/N what’s happened when I see her,” Yixing told her, “she’s probably going to kill me once she finds about this.”

“She’ll be alright, don’t worry.”

---

Masterlist

[cloviaglade]

THE CRIMSON FLOWER ROUTE CORPORATE UNION AU

Yeah it came to me in a dream shared it with a friend and she said I should inflict it on the world so here we go

Warning: It's super long but I broke it up into chunks

(note not all members of the house fall into the categories listed also I'm not the best with corporate terms and positions. Also this was made for fun and isn't that serious)

The houses

The Black eagles generally were in accounting or sales. They dealt with a lot of the customers firsthand and were considered expendable

Blue lions where mostly in HR or IT

Golden deer mostly worked in maintenance and public relations.

Staff and church members are members of the board. Flayn has her position on the board despite her age because nepotism

The Seiros Co:

It's a large company that provide a large array of services and products that promote physical and emotional well-being. The company started out with good intentions but soon became a corporate monster

The company provides a host of benefits to its employees including on site housing, on site restraunts, on site pools gyms ect. They even have the best insurance on the planet. They even have horse therapy.

However they have to pay premiums on the health insurance, their rent is docted from their pay, they have to pay for on-site facilities, and those living on site are heavily encouraged to work overtime.

a lot of this is justified by cover every single health expense and days of for minor colds. Many employees seek mental health care more often than they seek physical care.

The on site living conditions vary heavily. Most are just a small white room with a single bed and a dresser. No visitors after certain hours and forget about outside visitors. However rumors are spreading that the board members have spacious luxury apartments.

The pay without all the benefits is not a wage you could live off of. But with the rent for these rooms doct from your pay you couldn't reasonably save up for different arrangements.

The strike begins:

Edelguard was finally fed up watching her team struggling. She hears constantly about how her workers are not making enough. How they have to scrape because they needed new clothes or shoes. Or worse how Petra wasn't able to support her sick grandfather

She hired a lawyer Hubert to look into information about their contracts and compare everything to labor laws. She needed to know how much of this was legal and if there was anything to be done about it.

Huberts lawfirm dealt with several lawsuits in the past. They are considered ruthless in court however media painted them out to be money hungry and demented

As expected, it was legal (mostly due to lack of regulation for these types of benefits) but really unfair, So Hubert suggested a strike. His firm would handle all the legal matters as they prepared a lawsuit and to unionize.

Edelguard was careful to organize it in private. Nothing was emailed. Nothing to tract them. Flyers were handwritten and posted in the dorms inviting members to secret meeting on slow hours.

Roles

What everyone did on the day of the strike/position they were in the office.

Black eagles

Edalguard: head of sales- she got everyone in her department and many others in different departments to simply stop working for the day when she commanded everyone to stop working via megaphone. She suck in hubert and went to a private meeting room to set up a list of demands.

Hubert: head of Vestra lawfirm- he snuck past security with the help of Edelguard. He brought a laptop and a phone with Hotspot so he could video call the rest of his attorneys from inside the conference room. Once the strike was in full swing he toured the place with Edelguard gathering evidence.

Ferdinand: senior sale manager has the highest customer satisfaction - when the strike was well underway he sent a mass email to everyone in every department including the CEO and founder herself in a very professional tone about how there is a strike. Lornez replied immediately and they when to the breakroom to enjoy tea while on the clock.

Lindhart: IT software specialist - first thing he did was turn off all the bans on websites. Everyone could go on whatever website they wanted to. He left the download blocker up and other safety precautions in place. Others could looks at memes and scroll through social media ect. He then returns to his dorm and takes a paid nap.

Caspar: manager in accounting slow but very accurate and a real team player - he hated the no pets policy with a burning passion so he let all the stray and feral cats that hang around the building in through one of the side doors. They stayed mostly on the ground floor and a few made a mess under the desks. He played with the strays with a few of his co-workers.

Bernadette: customer service rep. - she hated the calls filled with angry people. She clocked out, disconnected he phone, ran into her dorm and screamed into her pillow until calm. Once she calmed down enough she did some embroidery.

Dorothea: sales representative- has the highest upsale rate - she gets into her car and just leaves. She is still clocked in. Nobody knows where she went. Some say she met with a lover, others say she went on a binge. Nobody really knows.

Petra: bilingual sales rep. - she signed her phone off and immediately called up her family overseas. She proceeded to catch up and talk with her family for hours. She rarely got to speak with them due to the difference in timezones.

Blue lions

Dimitri: head of IT - he doesn't actually know much about IT and has little intrest in it. He got the job because his dad recommended him. With the outside website ban lifted and the lost of control of his department he frantically tried to get everything under control

Dedue: cyber security and protocol educator - although the bans are lifted he is still concerned about a cyber attack. He is frantically try to restore the ban but it seems like lindhart deleted the code.

Felix: hardware specialists - he was the one who should've been promoted into Dimitri's position and is a bit smug about how everything is falling apart in front of his boss. He bypasses the download blocker and plays minecraft on the company computer. Dimitri is too busy to notice that felix isn't helping.

Sylvain: HR rep. - he knew from the start that working conditions were shit. He was tired of trying to raise moral by doing everything but paying the employees more, giving them time off, and reasonable working hours. He went to the break room where Ferdinand and Lornez were having tea and ate a bunch of the snacks the company was reselling at super high prices then faxed a picture of his ass and balls to rhea herself as a letter of resignation.

Ashe: new hire in IT - was called down to the first floor to replace a keyboard a cat peed on. Found caspar was the reason the cats were let in. Caspar then persuaded him to play with the cats instead of shooing them out. 3 hours later he completely forgot about the strike and clocked out per usual. He completely forgot about the strike

Mercedes: head of HR - she meets with the board and discussed what to do about the strikers. They can't force them to go home since everyone striking lives on site and has every right to be there. No significant damages is being done to property. The only loss is from those not working (and a keyboard covered in cat piss and $35 worth of snacks) Mercedes is forced to find a way to get them to stop but in a way that doesn't really change anything. She leaves the meeting when it is over clocks out and returns to her modest house she calls out sick for the next couple of months.

Annette: HR rep - she tries to stop the chaos on the floor and to convince everyone to return to work. She is ignored. She wanted to ask for a megaphone to help gain attention but edelguard took the one from HR and the person with the key to one in the event closet is striking as well. She runs around in a paint trying to answer emails and settle everyone down.

Ingrid: IT helpline rep - helping Dimitri reset the ban on outside websites is above her pay grade. She at least know some of the terminology and the basics. She manages to set up a very basic blocker but it didn't block whole domains just the homepage of every website she could think of that's wasn't appropriate for work. Logging into the site allowed you to bypass the block. Ingrid feels like she will be fired for not being able to do more

Golden deer:

Claude: event planner - noticing that there was no work happening he finally decided it was time to actually do his job. He dipped into those sweet event funds and ordered as many pizza's as he could from every pizza join that could deliver. He busted out the sport balls and got employees to clear some room for flag football on the 3rd floor. He got Hilda to organize games of hide and go seek in floors 4 and 5. All games and activities were not officially approved but followed all guidelines.

Hilda: claudes assistant - organized games on the 4th and 5th floors. The cubicle although uniform made excellent hiding spaces and the food plaza just got rid of the old tables and chairs awaiting delivery of new ones so there was a ton of space to run around. Hidia had to jump between floors pretty often which was a workout all on its own but it was worth it to see everyone smile at work for once.

Lornez: head of advertising - he was tired of writing jingles and stupid commercials for the company. He wasn't aware of the strike until he got the email from Ferdinand. He offered to treat him to some tea he brought from home. They had a lovely talk and watched Sylvain stress eat. He tried to talk Sylvain out of resigning but failed.

Raphael: pizza delivery guy - he thought it was a joke at first since they never delivered pizza to the Serios Co but was persuaded by Claude. He got stopped at the front by the front desk clerk who was ordered not to allow any deliveries. Soon more pizza guys showed up and some of them where not as nice as Raphael. He eventually got in and successfully delivered his pizza.

Ignatz: accountant - he wanted no part of this and tried to work despite being on the 3rd floor. He doesn't have any PTO and is frantically trying to get his absence approved because he cannot work under these conditions. He got walled in with desks and chairs and hand to crawl his way out to try to find someone in HR to help him but found their office empty. Worst day of work ever.

Lysithia: Intern- hopes to join the advertising department - She needs this job for school credits so finding out that her boss told her to take the day off because of strike she immediately thought of her record. Lorenz assured her that she would get credit as long as he had any say in it. She played a round of hide and go seek before studying in Lornez's office

Marianne: customer service rep.- she heard the rumors and on the day of the strike she freaked out and when to have a panic attack in her car. She was on lunch technically but she took a 3 hour lunch. She came back in clocked out and decided to try that horse therapy.

Leonnie: pizza delivery guy (not nice) - she knows the customer didn't care that the order took so long to complete and was very understanding that the 30mins or less delivery time but seriously! 50 PIZZAS!! She had to stretch and press dough at top speed for like 45 mins then she burnt her hand while boxing some of the pizza's and she had to deliver all of it to this company just outside of town and now the person at the front door is insisting that the pizza was ordered by mistake oh no! Not today! You will take the pizza and you will pay for it and tip 25%.

Church

Rhea: CEO and founder - she honestly believes her practices are helping the community. She doesn't realize that she doesn't give her employees much choice. She thinks her employees are ungrateful.

Seteth: president - also believes the company is doing the best they can. He knows the dorms are small and brand but they house 78.364% of their employees and they all see a doctor at least 3 times a month. He hates that he has difficulty finding a balance between competitive prices, compensating workers, and turning a profit.

Flayn: secretary - she saw the fun going on in the 5th floor while on her lunch and thought it was organized by staff and didn't connect it as part of the strike.

Catherine: front desk - tried to turn away all the delivery drivers but more kept coming. She kept getting calls from upper management about the social media platforms and tried frantically to get in to make a statement but had little luck. She gave up when Leonnie demanded payment and let all the delivery people in.

Shamir: social media manager- she originally attended the meetings as a mole but soon learned that her fellow employees hardships. She drafted huge posts on every platform exposing the truth, changed all the passwords then took a vacation during the strike.

Hanneman: chief operational officer - he is calling and emailing the IT department about the bans every moment he can. He organized the meeting as soon as the strikers got rowdy.

Manuela: chief financial officer - although she is worried about the finances she has also been pressing about where to cut the budget first. Horse therapy is ridiculous! They own the whole ranch and are responsible for the upkeep of every horse. And all the horses are carefully hand selected and trained too. It's too much nobody uses the horse therapy because nobody has the time off to go to horse therapy!

Alois: Chairman - his title is mostly empty. He joined the strikers in a game of flag football scored a touchdown. Then went back to work as usual. Didn't check his emails about the strike since he only checks them in the morning when he first comes into work.

Gilbert: treasurer - he puts business first. Doesn't know his daughter works for the same company. Was friends with Dimitri's father. He is stressing about how the company will recover financially. He is the reason for the pay cuts so they can fund most of the benefits.

Cyrill: gopher - he gets paid minimum wage and lives on site. He considers himself lucky that he can drive the company car to go pick up office supplies from the store. He was homeless before he got a job at Seiros and feels like he is important.

Results

Since several members of the board were caught participating in strike activities the hubert and his firm counted them at strikers and used this in court.

The dorms were not considered responsible accommodations saying that prisoners in jail cells at least have their own toilet.

The news when crazy with the posts on social media. The account never replied to any dms or comments. When called they said a rogue employee posted them falsely because she was being fired.

Rhea was forced to pay a lawsuit that gave all dormitory workers an allowance of $1000 for rent for life. Even if they choose to leave the company.

Dimitri was fired for not actually having any training. Felix was promoted to the head of IT and everyone respects him.

Rhea looses her company. And most of her assets. She kept the therapy horse ranch and manages that for a living.

With the entire company now belonging to her since everyone above her resigned she made a ton of changes making the company more normal. She pays a fair livable wage to every employee. She repurposed the dorms into offices or solitary break rooms.

Huberts firm gets rebranded as a honest firm that wants to help the little guys. He later goes on to help other corporations unionize.

[stillness-in-green]

When MVA/MLA Arc gets animated, what will you be looking forward to the most? What (canon-compliant) additions and/or changed do you want or think Bones should make, if any?

There’s--a lot.  Does that surprise anyone?  There’s a lot.

o  I have been foaming at the mouth for voice actor announcements for almost a year now, particularly for Trumpet, Geten and RD.           Trumpet’s superpower is literally his voice!  I mean, nothing about that statement requires that voice be particularly entrancing, but it certainly seems like it should be, right??             Geten is a boku-type in the manga, but that was literally the only hint foreshadowing his pretty boy face through 21 solid chapters of Pure Feral Gremlin.  Everyone was shocked by Geten’s face reveal!  How do you maintain that surprise value with an actual voice actor in the mix?  Do you not even try?  Do you play up the disparity--in which direction?  I can’t wait to see what they do.           And Re-Destro!  Re-Destro requires so much range!  From his peppy, silly businessman persona, to the urbane commander, from the overeager yes-man to the raving zealot--who on earth do you get to believably cover all that ground?  I can’t even begin to guess, but I am living in anticipation of that article going up on ANN or the official Twitter sources.

o  I’m also much looking forward to getting official coloring on Trumpet and Geten.  Skeptic seems pretty straightforward--black, black, more black--and RD and Curious, we have color art for, but I wonder if Trumpet will also be all black clothes, to go with that dignified politician image of his, or if he’ll get some color to pep him up a little.  What color are those tinted shades of his?  His eyes?  The wicked-cool Sevens Loud?           I assume Geten is all wintery shades, but it’ll be great to confirm which ones.  I mean, we all assume he’s white-haired to better annoy Dabi with family parallels, but what if he turns out to be platinum blond?  And are his eyes blue?  Gray?  White?  What color is that awful parka?           Also, Re-Destro’s stress powers.  Having been writing them as black since at least August--Rorschach test blots are generally black, after all, and they’re the clear inspiration--I would much like it if the anime would have my back on this.  They made Destro’s mask a dark cinnamon brown, though, so I’m prepared to be unpleasantly surprised in this matter.

o  Predictable MLA adaptational choices aside, I’m also eager/anxious about how they’ll handle Spinner’s narration.  What I really hope is that they actually straight-up hand him ALL the narration duties--not just the stuff he dictates directly in the manga, but also e.g. the name and quirk explanation material that Present Mic normally gets, or the previews that are always handled by Deku.           The opening and closing sequences are another big structural thing, of course--based on the flashed snippets of Hawks and Endeavor in both our current and the previous OP, I’m expecting we’ll see at least a bit of something referencing the upcoming internship arc (which I expect to close out the season), but I hope the villains just walk away with the closing entirely.  I want my slice of life villainy ED, dangit.

o  Another thing I’m eager/anxious about would be Kotarou, and the Shimura flashback generally.  There’s a brittle edge of to Kotarou that I really love, and I hope he manages to keep it in the anime, despite the anime being generally not so great at moments that I would describe as “delicate.”  For example, I’d like it if he doesn’t get a super deep voice, and if they could manage to keep his pretty face, and capture how deeply bitter and tired he looks in the scene where he’s reading the letter Nana left him.           Also, I hope they keep the little montage bits and, crucially, the changes of clothes the family goes through.  We see Tenko in no less than five, possibly as many as seven, different T-shirts through the course of that flashback.  It seems like a small thing, but it’s one of the factors that makes me skeptical that AFO gave Tenko Decay, when so many days clearly go by between the opening with the man at the door and the tragic end.  It’d be nice not to see too much resurgence on that just because the anime can’t be bothered to come up with more than one outfit for the Shimuras.

I have enough issues with the anime’s usual adaptation choices that I’m trying not to get my hopes up too high on the actual content of the episodes.  The staff is diverting too much of its major talent to the movies (BAH) these days for me to expect the whole season to look all that great, and it’s never been particularly creative or daring outside of its climactic sakuga-heavy fight scenes anyway.  I’ve also long had a bone to pick with its scoring decisions, and am already eyeballing the climax of the RD/Shigaraki fight and imagining the minor-keyed terrifying dirge I fear the anime will play there, at the moment that Re-Destro (and, shortly afterward, Spinner) are supposed to be experiencing something akin to religious awakenings.           There’s also the issue of the violence and gore--judging by how the anime handled the scene where Shigaraki and Compress maim Overhaul, I have some severe reservations about how much blood they’ll be allowed to get away with, particularly in the scene where the League brutally decimates that CRC group and, of course, Shigaraki’s backstory.  I’m looking at MVA to serve as a preview for how all the same issues will be addressed in the War Arc.

That bit of pessimism aside, as to what I’m hoping they’ll add or change?  Well, off the top of my head.....

o  I would love to get a full episode devoted to the time the League spends fighting Machia.  Not that first tussle, but the six grueling weeks in the mountains.  There’s so much you could add there for character building and atmosphere that Hori didn’t so much as montage through.  Where was their food coming from?  How’d they pick out places to pitch camp?  How much access to news from outside did they have, and how frequently?  What were the circumstances in which Gigantomachia “told them himself” about his great sense of smell??  Stuff like that!             I don’t think we’re at all likely to get this--honestly, the series of late has had enough of a problem with trimming bits and pieces that I’m as worried about what they might cut as I am hyped about things they might add--but the one thing that gives me some hope is the training camp arc.  Specifically, the moment 1-A first gets to the Pussycats’ forest, they get jumped by earth golems, a fight that the manga off-panels entirely, but the anime spends a modest amount of time on, giving the kids a little bit of time to show off their moves and such.  I’d love to get something equivalent for the League.

o  On a similar note, I wouldn’t turn it down if they fleshed out some of those running street fights a bit.  One obvious thing comes to mind: there’s a weird jump in the manga between Skeptic and a horde of his golems being all but on top of Twice at the beginning of 233 and then that fight just--doesn’t happen.  There’s no mention of it at all.  I think the suggestion is that either Machia’s appearance or the tower going down interrupted it--Skeptic breaks off from his fight the same way Geten and Trumpet do theirs, shifting focus to protecting Re-Destro--but it’d be nice to see the anime touch on it.

o  It’d be nice to get a bit of expansion on the nature of the bullying Spinner endured.  We’re told he was, but was it limited to verbal?  Did he get beaten up a lot?  Was there an online element?  Deku’s our only other reference point for “bullied kid,” and whatever one might think about the story’s development of Bakugou’s mentality, it’s been made clear in retrospect that there was a lot more too that than just the matter of Deku’s quirklessness.  I’d love to know how Spinner’s bullying looked in comparison (not least because of some of the theories about Spinner and Deku needing to come to some kind of accord to free Shigaraki from AFO).

o  Make the Villa (both here and during the War Arc) look more realistic.  By which I mean, I know Horikoshi is capable of drawing interesting and lived-in interior spaces--he has an entire chapter dedicated to it in the 1-A dorm room contest, after all--but he normally doesn’t bother much with it.  At UA, it’s not too distracting, because we know good and well that that whole building is probably maintained by Cementoss anyway.  Ditto places like Tartarus (intentionally, dehumanizingly barren) or the League’s post-Kamino hideouts (abandoned homes and industrial spaces).  But the Villa?            For heaven’s sake, it’s called a mountain villa.  It has a clear reception desk on the ground floor; it’s obviously some sort of high-end hotel, if not an outright resort or rentable retreat lodge.  Speaking as someone who’s worked in one, places like that don’t look as fuckin’ bare as the rooms we see there always seem to.  For fanfic purposes, I’m happy to go on telling myself that e.g. the pool and the bar and the restaurant(s) and the gym are in the building Cementoss doesn’t tear in half, but it’d be nice if the anime could class the whole place up a little, maybe put some real furniture and decor in the rooms that are in use.  (Yes, I know this is a ridiculous nitpick.)

o  This is less a change and more a correction, but for fuck’s sake, BONES, give us white-haired Shigaraki.  The climax of Deika is a solid time for it, given that it’s obvious in the manga that Shigaraki’s hair gets paler in Deika--you can see it in the way Horikoshi inks it (which is to say, the way he stops inking it)!  I think if we ever get white-haired Shigaraki in the anime, a somewhat better time as far as narrative justification goes would be when Shigaraki gets out of the tube in the War Arc; you could easily justify it as a side-effect of the surgery.  Still, I’d rather see it here.  I want white-haired Shigaraki, gleaming and brilliant through the scattering ash in that crater, a veritable angel of sacred destruction.           Honestly, more than anything, the crater sequence is the one I hope I love.  It’s probably my favorite single moment in the entire manga, as Shigaraki wins over Re-Destro, Spinner and Gigantomachia in the same moment, and finally comes into his own.  If they can at least nail that, I’ll consider myself pretty satisfied.

[raineydaywrites]

working on from then til now (part 3 of 5)

link to part 1 (x), part 2 (x), ao3 (x)

As more and more days passed with no sign that Angus had said anything to the Director about what Taako had told him, he started to relax a little, wondering if the kid maybe had chosen not to say anything at all.

Taako didn't understand that, but he wasn't going to question it when that might prompt Angus to reconsider. Maybe the kid had decided not to break up the Reclaimer team. Sure, Magnus and Merle could get the relics too, but the three of them worked well together and all, so it might be too much of a pain to replace him now.

Maybe the kid even decided to spare him because he liked Taako? He'd asked for more magic lessons after the first, and Taako had agreed, because he was still bored, and that first magic lesson had proven surprisingly fun, and Angus had talent. He was hard on himself, but Taako knew how to pick up on genuine talent when he saw it.

He really hoped it was one of those first explanations, and not the one that sometimes snuck into his mind late at night, when the worst thoughts always arrived.

He really hoped that Angus wasn't scared of him. He might be. Had a right to be. Taako had killed a lot of people, and he was a powerful fucking wizard, and he'd even threatened him- jokingly- about what he'd do if Angus ever surpassed him in wizardly talents.

Not to mention the fact that his Umbra Staff had randomly blasted Ango's macarons with fire for no apparent reason. Angus seemed to believe Taako when he said that the Staff had been acting on its own- but what if he didn't?

It was an irrational fear. Angus wouldn't have asked for more magic lessons if he was afraid of him. He'd just avoid him, right?

But irrationality never stopped anxious thoughts from plaguing anybody.

-

Angus didn't know what to do. He liked Taako. He enjoyed spending time with him, and he was really happy that Taako had agreed to keep teaching him magic.

He wanted it to be as simple as that.

But he couldn't forget who Taako was. He couldn't stop thinking that it was a betrayal to his parents to like their killer so much.

He couldn't stop thinking of Taako fondly.

The more time he spent with Taako, the weirder he felt about all of it. The more he found himself loving Taako. The more he found himself hating himself for the betrayal.

He needed to confront Taako, but instead he was befriending him. What was he thinking?

As he let his thoughts stew, he was embarrassed to realize that the Director was speaking to him. Probably had been for a bit, judging by the tone of her voice when she said his name.

"Angus?"

"I- I'm so sorry, ma'am, I got distracted. Could you repeat that?" Angus said, blushing.

"I was asking if you're okay, Angus," the Director said, brows furrowed together in concern as she watched him.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm fine!" Angus said.

"Really?" The Director did not seem to believe that at all.

"Well- no- I mean- I'm having a personal issue. But it won't interfere with my work, I promise!" Angus assured.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?" the Director said, and she hesitated before sitting down next to Angus on the little bench he'd been on for- he wasn't sure how long.

"Not really," Angus sighed. He wished that she could. It would be so nice if he could tell her everything and have her present a neat solution, but it couldn't happen.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

Angus did. But if he told her, then it would only make things more complicated. If he told her, then she'd have to decide if Taako's abilities outweighed the fact that he'd been responsible for such a tragedy as the Glamour Springs disaster. She was a really good person, and Angus didn't think that such a decision would weigh easy on her mind. He didn't want to make things harder for her.

Maybe he'd tell her, if he thought she could actually fix everything, but he didn't. He was having a conflict of emotions and morals, and he had to figure it out for himself. No one else could do it for him.

Besides which, it felt like a betrayal to Taako to share something like that, that Taako had shared with him in confidence. He didn't want to get Taako in trouble when he still hadn't even figured out how he felt about all of this.

"I don't think- that I can. It's not my story to tell," Angus said, finally.

"I understand," the Director said. "But if you ever need to talk, please know that I will listen."

She stood then, but didn't walk away quite yet.

"But I urge you to talk to someone about it. Perhaps the individual whose story it is. It's important to communicate about your struggles. Sometimes you can't, I know," she said, and her voice took on a very sad, longing tone, and Angus wondered again what her life had been like before this. "But- through all the difficulties I've had, I've found that it's better when you have people at your side. There will always be problems that you cannot be open about, but that makes it all the more important to be open when you can."

There was a sincerity and a weight to her voice that made Angus want to listen to her advice.

"Thank you ma'am. I'll- see what I can do," Angus offered, giving a bright smile to thank her for her words. She so clearly meant them, and it meant a lot to Angus that she wanted to help.

"Good. I hope that your issue eases up soon. You deserve- I only want what's best for everyone," she smiled back at him, and Angus found himself feeling a little lighter.

She was right, much as he hated the thought of airing out everything.

He would never get past this if he didn't communicate about it.

He had to speak with Taako.

-

When Angus had asked to speak in private, Taako had immediately gone tense. This could only be about one thing.

He'd hoped that Angus wouldn't feel the need to talk about the situation ever again. It wasn't exactly something that Taako liked to relive.

But what was he supposed to do? The kid deserved to be heard out. He deserved to deal with the kid's reaction. And anyway, Angus had a sword hanging over Taako's head in the form of knowing Taako's biggest secret.

Taako didn't think that Angus wanted to blackmail him, but he also knew that Angus could and would under the right circumstances.

So he agreed, and found himself in Angus' dorm room, waiting for judgement.

Angus' room was kind of adorable, Taako hated to admit. It was small, and his bed had a bunk that no one used- the moon base had a limited amount of real estate, and clearly the Director had struggled with finding a space that was appropriate for a kid to live in. Angus needed his own room since he was, like, a child and couldn't bunk with an adult stranger, but the single bed rooms were mostly suites, with kitchens and sometimes other bedrooms, which Angus didn't need.

Kid had limited cooking experience, as evidenced by the sugar-less macarons, and he was too short for adult-human sized appliances and too tall for a gnome or dwarf sized kitchen to be very comfortable either.

It looked like she'd settled on taking a bunkbed out of one of the initiate-type dorm rooms, leaving Angus with a little more space and privacy. There was a desk against one wall, and Taako wasn't surprised to see that it was very neat, but the little stuffed toys lining the back of it were a cute surprise. They were clearly decorative, and Taako was sure that the kid would rather be caught dead than playing with them, but it was adorable anyway.

He had a bookshelf, half lined with colorful kids' chapter books, mostly Caleb Cleveland novels, and half with thick tomes in dark colors.

Taako tried to keep the grin on his face from becoming too soppy. It was cute yeah, but he was a stone-cold motherfucker, and he wouldn't be caught turning into mush over a dumb kid.

"So, what's up bubeleh?" Taako asked, dropping into the chair at the desk and leaning it back on two legs, trying to keep it casual.

"I need to talk to you about what happened at Glamour Springs," Angus said, his face drawn and serious.

Taako stopped rocking the chair, but didn't look over at Angus. So that confirmed that Angus knew everything. Must have done his research if he now knew where it had gone down.

"Shoot," Taako said.

"You killed forty people at Glamour Springs because you made a mistake with magic you weren't familiar with," Angus said.

Taako winced at the words like they were a physical blow, but they were certainly true.

Angus paused, but Taako didn't know what to say. What was there to say? He couldn't justify it any more than he already had.

"Two of them were Sam and Dianne McDonald," Angus said, voice wavering and thick. "My parents."

Taako felt his blood go cold and his mind go dark. No. Fuck. Gods, what had he done?

It had been a long time since Taako let himself think of his victims. He tried to avoid it most of the time. But here was a reminder, standing right in front of him, tears in his eyes. He found his mind casting back to that horrible moment all over again, trying to visualize them. Trying to pick them out from the crowd.

But he'd spent so long trying to forget that day, the crowd had just turned into a blur of horrified faces and dying people.

He'd always felt so bad about them that he'd rarely had much guilt to spare for the other victims- the families of everyone he'd killed. The parents and sibling and friends- the children that he had orphaned.

Whatever happened now, he wouldn't protest. His past had finally caught up to him, and he had no right to avoid it.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Angus said, and his voice cracked, and Taako felt a stabbing pain in his chest over it.

"What can I say?" Taako asked, and it was a genuine question. He wanted to say something that would help, but no words would undo what he'd done. "I'm sorry, Angus. I'm so fucking sorry."

Angus just sobbed at that. Taako always hated it when people cried, but he still found himself wanting to comfort the kid. He wanted to hug him and soothe him, which was a big difference from his usual tactic of running from emotions as fast as possible. But would his comfort even be welcome?

"I know you're sorry," Angus finally mumbled.

He brought up his hands to scrub tears from his eyes, pushing his glasses roughly out of the way in the process. He looked so little. He'd been even littler when he'd lost his parents.

Taako had expected anger if he ever met someone who loved any of his victims. Who wouldn't be angry at something like that?

But this was worse. It was so much worse than anger ever could have been. It broke his heart. He hated seeing Angus like this. He just wanted to make it better.

"Babe, come here," Taako said, reaching for Angus. It was instinctive, an offer without any conscious thought behind it. He wasn't good at comfort, but it seemed that his subconscious at least had some idea of how to do it.

He didn't expect Angus to listen. He hadn't expected the kid to immediately dart into his arms and start to cry into his shirt. He let it happen anyway. This was the least he could do after what he'd taken from the kid.

He held Angus close as the kid cried, offering soft comforting noises intermittently, feeling more helpless than he could remember ever feeling before.

Angus managed to cry himself into a state of exhaustion, and fell asleep right there in Taako's lap. Taako had never felt so guilty as he did then, realizing that the kid trusted him anyway. Realizing that he valued the kid's trust. Realizing that he never would have met this kid if he hadn't messed up so bad at Glamour Springs.

How dare he gain any happiness from that? It was selfish to be happy to have Angus in his life when it came at the cost of Angus losing his parents, and his parents and so many others losing their lives. He had no right to love Angus, let alone to be loved back.

Taako had long ago accepted that he was a selfish person, but this went so far beyond that. He couldn't seem to stop it though. And what was he supposed to do? Leave the kid to grieve alone, avoid facing responsibility for what he'd done? Surely that was worse.

Taako picked Angus up, gently, settling him onto the bed. He took off the kid's shoes and his glasses, setting them by the side of the bed for when Angus woke.

He didn't notice his own tears until one fell onto Angus' face as he was pulling the blanket over him, and then, having noticed, it was all he could do to keep his crying silent so as to not wake Angus.

He couldn't walk back to his room like this. He probably shouldn't leave Angus alone either.

Taako sat down on the wall farthest from Angus' bed, and clapped a hand over his mouth to hold back the urge to sob.

part 4 (x), part 5 (x)

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 6,7 k

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POV Jungkook

He went into the elevator and rested his forehead against the wall. So long it can't last. His breathing was heavy, and his heart was beating too fast. He barely stopped himself today. But you were too sexy. He won a small victory. But why was it feel so sad deep inside.

You were right in everything. Now it’s clear why you saw the child in him. He only thought about his feelings. Why didn’t he think about the reality in which he lived. What was he hoping for. He could not date with anyone, and if someone take a photo of him with a girl, the group would have problems because of him. He is such a fool! That's why he gets into all sorts of troubles. He cannot even come to you when he wants it, only when they have free time. “See you tomorrow” - he doesn’t even know if he will be able to leave the dorm tomorrow. But he must take a chance, not for that he went so far as to surrender so easily now. He must do everything possible. You agreed - that was the only thing that mattered. You watched a movie while you sat in his arms. He smiled. He must tease you, you must feel that need him. If while he can’t win your heart, he must at least conquer your body. He knows that you always played with guys, if he wants to be with you, he should become the main one in this game.

He quickly got home and went into the apartment. The party was in full swing. For a long time he had not seen hyungs so drunk.

“Kooky !!! Where were you my favorite, maknae. I missed you so much. ”Jin hugged him, kissing him on the cheek.

"Hyung, you're drunk!" he tried to break out of hyung's steel grip.

"Have you got a girlfriend?" asked Yoongi

“Of course, I have a lot of free time for this. What is the reason for that party? ” he quickly changed the subject.

“It's just that when you meet friends you no come so earlier and you are always drunk. And now it’s not even midnight and you are sober” Hoseok said with suspiciously.

“Reporter Kim Namjoon, Bangtan TV. Comment of this situation, Mr. Jeon” approached him Namjoon, using a bottle of soju instead of a microphone.

“Hyungs, you are all drunk. I have a photoshoot tomorrow morning. So I didn’t drink much and returned early” he made excuses.

“Okay, okay ... Justified!" Hoseok tapped with a spoon on the table.

Everyone began to laugh. He joined them, and taking a beer. " Do you like _________? Why do you constantly write dirty stuff to her all times.” asked Jin to Yoongi.

Jungkook choked a beer. ‘Why are you asking him this, hyung’, he thought. So he need to calm down. It is impossible that they all recognize on the first day.

“Yes, I like her” Yoongi replied, and Jungkook felt a growing worry inside. “We are sex friends” Namjoon dropped a can of beer, Hoseok was sitting with his mouth wide open, and Jungkook could not move from what he had just heard. He laughed out loud. “Wow ... It was worth it! This is a reaction! Daebak! She and I are friends in sex conversations. She knows everything about me and I about her. We give advice to each other, etc. There is nothing between us except friendship ”

“So you know all her boyfriends?” asked Jin

"Yes I knew"

“And do you know which idol she date?” sat closer Hoseok

"Yes I knew. But only they did not date, they just had sex. He does not have time for a relationship, she too. So they met together”

"Who is it? Who?" Hoseok bounced from excitement on a chair

"I will not say. If she wanted you to know, she would tell you herself” Yoongi replied, taking a sip of whiskey.

"But we are so interested" whined Hoseok

“I even have no doubt that you are interested”

“At least tell me from which group he is?” Yoongi shook his head, “Okay! At least tell me what agency he is from? ” did not give up Hoseok

"Okay, nevermind. Who cares who he is. This is her own business, it does not concern us. You don't want go to the barbecue? Long time we not ate grill meat ” said Jungkook

He tried to change the topic several times, but Hoseok still did not give up, and tried to find out who you were meeting. 'I wonder ____ will tell Yoongi about me,' he thought. While you were talking, the front door opened, Taehyung and Jimin came very drunk.

“Weren't you in the spa? Why the hell are you so drunk, and most importantly where? ” asked Namjoon

“We met a hubaes, they were going to a barbecue. They invited us to join them "said Taehyung, staggering

"Our maknaes are so grown" fell on the table Jin

Everyone laughed because of Jin' dramatic behavior. The rest of the night was a lot of fun. After everyone went sleep, he stayed with Yoongi in the kitchen.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked, passing him a new beer.

"What are you talking about, hyung?" he asked him

“Do you like ________? That's why you are acting like this? ”

"Why do you think so? All is fine, hyung, I'm just tired, that's all! ”

“That you can tell others. You practically stop breathing when we talk about her. What happened at the last party? ”

"Nothing happened. Everything as usual"

“You don't want to talk, okay. I want to give you friendly advice: don’t start what you’re not sure about and don’t ruin everything because of a second desire ”

“What if I'm sure?”

Yoongi raised his head and looked into his eyes for several seconds studying his face. He got up and went up to him. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he said, “Sometimes, one-sided confidence may not be enough. Just be careful, otherwise it will hurt you in the end.” He squeezed his shoulder lightly before headed for the bedroom.

He sat and looked at the wall. Why does everyone say that he should be hurt. Is there really no chance that everything would be fine. Even your consent is more a way to show him that nothing will work out than a chance to be with him. “My confidence is enough for two,” he whispered, taking his last sip of beer. Throwing to bin empty can, he went into the bedroom. Having taken a shower, he put on his pajamas and lay down in bed. He checked the phone, there are no notifications from you, although you wrote a lot in group chat. You were still online, everyone is already sleeping, maybe you are texting with Yoongi. he opened a private chat with you and wrote

'Good night, cutie. It’s a pity that you are not near me. I want to fall asleep next, hugging you'

A minute later, the answer came: 'Didn't you say that you should get up early? Why aren’t you sleeping yet? '

'Do you worry about me? I am pleased to'

'Good night' he smiled at your answer, or rather that you did not answer his question.

'I like you, nuna. Fall in love in me'

'Crazy' he laughed after reading your answer.

Putting the phone under the pillow, he fell asleep with a smile on his face. For the first time in a long time, he slept very well. No thoughts disturbed him. Although he did not oversleep so much, in the morning he felt completely rested. He quickly packed up and went to the parking lot where the manager was waiting for him. “You look well rested, apparently you slept well.” Said the manager as soon as he saw him.

"Truth? Today I really slept really well.” He smiled as he got into the car. The first half of the day passed calmly. He could not stop smiling when they did makeup, because he was thinking about you all the time. He was wondering if you want to become their makeup artist. No, it was a bad idea. He would not be able to control himself, and all the staff would know about you within 5 minutes. While he was getting ready to shoot, he quickly wrote you 'Good morning. Have a good day. Do not strain your hand' a few minutes later he received the answer 'Good morning. Aren't you in the photoshoot? Don't be distracted from work.'

‘Oh dear, what a little grumpy. It's so cute’, he thought.. A few hours later it was all over. He hoped that their schedule was not very busy, and he could see you at least for half an hour. He got into the car and plunged in search of online flower delivery, it would be difficult for him to do it personally. He hoped that after 10 pm he would be free, so he made an order for this time and immediately paid back. He is also ordering a bottle of good wine and your favorite cake with the inscription 'Demo cake in honor of the first day of our demo relationship' While he was looking at the phone, the car stopped. He looked out the window, they were in the home parking lot. He saw other members near their group's van.

"Have you packed your stuff? If not, then hurry up”said the manager while getting out of the car.

“What, which stuff? What are you talking about, hyung? ” he asked, not understanding what was happening.

“What? Didn’t you hear yesterday? We are leaving for Busan to shoot a video, until the end of the week. Hurry up” said the manager. He stood in the middle of the parking lot, not believing what was happening now. To Busan? Until the end of the week? Stop. If this was known yesterday, Jin could tell you that they will leaving until end of the week. Really ... No, this cannot be ... You agreed to be with him because of you knew that he was leaving, and this only shows that he cannot do what he wants and date with someone he wants? The reality was too cruel.

He went into the elevator and dialed you.

“Did you know?”

“And hello to you. What are you talking about?" you asked.

“Did you know about this? Is that was your plan? ”

“I'm of course smart enough, but now I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You can calm down and ask a normal question. What exactly did I must to know and what plan are you talking about?”

“Did you know that I was leaving for Busan today until end of the week? Jin told you that yesterday? So thats why you agreed to try to be with me? To show me that nothing will happen the way I want? ”

You sighed heavily, “If you are going to make such teenage tantrums, then let's finish everything right now” you said in a calm voice and hung up. He was practically seething with anger when he reached his room. He threw things into the suitcase with force. Having collected all that is necessary, he went down to the parking lot and got into the car to the others.

"What happened? The photoshoot was a bad? In the morning you were in a good mood, ”Jimin asked when he sat down beside him.

“You're right, the mood was even too good.”

“You wrote _______ that we'll leaving until end of the week. Didn’t you make a meeting with her for tomorrow? ” asked Yoongi to Jin.

"Oh heck!!! I completely forgot. Because of our party, it completely flew out of my head. I'll write to her now” Jin took out his phone and started writing a message.

Jungkook dropped the phone from his hand. Damn, he screwed up. Again. He ruined everything without even having time to start. For an hour he could think of nothing but how stupid he had acted. Looking at the phone, he remembered the order he was doing. He went into the confirmation of the order, and sent a request to change the inscription on the cake 'Forgive me. I'm really not a mature child. Please give me one last chance.' Upon reaching the place, they had dinner and arrived at the hotel. He was settled in one room with Taehyung, but he was lucky because Taehyung went out for a walk with the rest of the members. He lay on the bed, and continued to look at the phone. He madly wanted to write or call you. But he could not. Not after what he made this afternoon. He received a notice that his order had been delivered. But you didn’t write anything ...

The next few days he did not even understand what he was doing, he just did everything that was told to him. He very often caught the worried glance of the members. But he didn’t care. On the last evening, he alone lay in the room, because everyone had left to a nightclub. Tomorrow morning they were returning home. They had a few days off.

He heard a knock on the door and got out of bed to open the door. On the threshold stood Yoongi. He had several bottles of soju in his hands. He walked by and sat on the floor between the beds. He put down two glasses and poured them. Jungkook still stood by the door.

"Sit down" said Yoongi

He went to the bed and sat on the floor opposite. Yoongi without a word handed him a glass and taking his drank it to the bottom, maknae did the same. Yoongi again poured them a full glass and they drank again. This went on several times. After the fifth glass, Yoongi finally broke the silence. "Talk" he said, filling the glasses again.

"There is nothing to talk ..."

Yoongi interrupted maknae not letting him finish the sentence. “If you say that 'everything is fine' or start talking about how tired you are. I swear I'll kick your ass. Therefore, stop lying and tell what is happening.  Or  should  I  call  and  ask _____?”

No, he certainly didn’t want it. He has not talked to you since that day. You haven’t written anything to him. You were right, now he really was hurt. He drank a glass, and tell his story. He told absolutely everything in detail, without hiding anything. He could no longer keep it into himself. He could not raise his head, he was too ashamed to look at hyung in his eye.

“God, you fool. Moron. How could it be so screwed up in a few days.” Yoongi sat and shaking his head. “Didn't I warn you that it will be so? Why didn’t you listen _______, when she told you the same thing. Of course, I understood that something goin on, but I did not expect that you had already managed to ruin everything ”

“Hyung, I know that I’m an idiot even without you. What I screwed up. This is not what I want to hear from you. ”

“No, you really listen. Another thousand, tens of thousands, millions of times how exactly you screwed up! ”

"What should I do now, hyung?" How can I fix it? ”

"What to do? To fix? Forget it, until you make the situation worse. It's not have enough for you of suffering, do you still want her to suffer because of you? Do you think I was not falling in love with her? ”

“Hyung ...” he was in shock.

“You are such a child. How could I not fall in love with her. It was as soon as we met. But unlike you, I reallist at things. Therefore, I put my feelings to hell until they grew. I have no regrets, we are good friends. But if I then tried to do something, I would ruin everything. That's why I advised you to think carefully about what you are going to do. Did you really think she set it up? ”

“Yes, I thought so. I just could not believe that she agreed. And it was easier for me to think into something bad, than to hope for sincerity on her part. When I heard in the car that she knew nothing .... Hyun, I thought I was going to die at that moment. It hurt so much for what I told to her. She is right that I am a child who is driven only by feelings. But I'm not ready to give up so easily. I will make any decision, but I can’t live if I don’t even try to fix it.”

“On the one hand, I envy you, your romantic hope. But on the other hand, I'm afraid you’ll hurt yourself even more ”

“It can’t be more hurts than now. So at least I will know that I did everything I could. And I won’t imagine every night "what could happened!"

“I won’t stop you, but I won’t help you either. The only help I can give you is to pretend that this conversation never happened. ”

They drank the last glass, and Yoongi went into his room. He sat on the floor and looked at the ceiling. He took the phone out of his pocket and wrote you the message 'Forgive me. Good night'

In the morning, absolutely everyone was tormented by a terrible hangover. On the way, they stopped at a restaurant for a portion of hangover soup. He liked that everyone was silent and no one paid attention to him. In silence, they returned home. Having taken a shower, he was lying in his room thinking what to do. He quickly dressed and drove to you. On the way, he bought flowers, he scared the seller with his appearance. She probably thought he was a robber. After a while he stood in front of your door. He looked at the bell and did not dare to ring it. Have you been home? Have you been home alone? Thoughts revolved in his head. Taking a few deep breaths, he rang the doorbell. After a moment he heard a noise after the door, it's good. You were at home. Opening the door, you examined him from head to toe.

“You're not from the delivery I ordered. What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk? Please"

You took a step back by letting him into the apartment. Turning around you went to the living room. You turned off the TV and sat on the sofa. He was following you, his head was empty. He laid flowers on a coffee table, went to you and knelt.

"What are you doing? Get up"

"Please forgive me. I will make any decision of yours and do everything as soon as you want. But please give us another chance. The last chance. Please” he was kneeling looking at the floor. He was unable to look you in the eye.

“Isn't it you who made the decision. You made it clear enough that you think of me. So why are you now kneeling in front of me and talking about some chance there” you got up and wanted to go past him. He took your hand stopping you. He rose from the floor and turned you to him.

"Forgive me. Sorry ... I just could not believe that you gave me a chance ... What did you give a chance to someone like me ... Therefore, when I heard about the trip, I could not stop my thoughts that you only wanted to play with me ... And only then I learned in the car that Jin didn’t tell you anything ... I felt like the last bastard. Forgive me."

“If you didn’t trust me from the very beginning, what the point to discuss something now. What the point was to start something at all”

"I trust you. Forgive me"

“So you made a tantrum because you trust me? So you said that I set it up everything because you trust me? You thought that I was just playing with you because you trust me? Have you even thought about me for a second? Have you ever thought for a second that I really want to try something with you? But I'm more angry  for myself. I was wrong. It hurt me too. It was too painful to hear this from you.” You turned your back to him.“ Go away ” you whispered ...

Everything inside was broken. You gave him a chance because you really started to like him. But he only hurt you. He came up and hugged you from back. You took a step forward breaking out of his arms. He hugged you again. You turned around pushing him away “I said, go away” he came up and kissed you. Again pushing him away, you hit a slap in the face. He took your wrists and pressed against the wall. He held your wrists over your head while he kissed you again. Your quarrel only excited him. The fact that his feelings were mutual, removed any fear in him. He pressed you with his body, preventing you from moving. After a couple of minutes your attempts to break out completely disappeared. He looked up from your lips and said, looking into your eyes, “I want you! You have three seconds to stop me. 1,2 ... ” before he said '3' you kissed him. This time the kiss was very hard and painful. His fingers stumbled forcefully into your body leaving traces. He could not control himself now. Everything that happened over the past week, all the feelings and pain, everything was reflected in this kiss. He lifted you up in the air so that you would wrap your legs around his waist. He went to your bedroom without breaking the kiss. Throwing you on the bed, he took off his hoody and T-shirt before kissing you again. Your fingers pressed into his skin. He practically tore off your clothes. The excitement was too strong to delay or be gently. After your kiss at the door, he woke up every night from his moans, because he dreamed of you, how he fucks you. He was lucky what Taehuyng sleep very soundly, and did not catch him when he woke up from the fact that he was moaning your name in a dream. He quickly took off the rest of his clothes before returning to bed. He sharply turned you on your stomach and bent your leg up.

You were also very excited like him, so despite the fact that you squeezed his cock inside, he was able to enter the entire length. He came out of you abruptly. And he made a harder jolt, making your body tremble. He lost the remnants of control over himself. He fucked you with hard, deep jolts. Sensations sent electric charges through his spine. The way your body trembled under him from the pleasure and your moans grew louder, covered him with a wave of pleasure. He won’t keep so long because you squeezed his cock with your pussy. He ran his fingers through your hair, squeezing them tightly. His teeth left marks on your neck and shoulders. He wanted to show everyone that you belong to him. There was nothing civilized in this sex, only animal passion. “I'll cumming now” you moaned when his jolts became too fast. He was glad, he barely held on. It was too good. The sensations were so strong that it seemed the heart would now stop from enjoying. He moved his hand to the clit and rubbed it. Your body trembled under him while you cum hard. His dick would be squeezed by your pussy so tightly that he could hardly move to make a few jerks. His dick twitched filling you with sperm. His whole body was chained by an orgasm, that fell upon him.

He was lying on you. He could feel how your and his hearts beating fast in unison. He was breathing heavily while recovering. He had never experienced such a strong orgasm in his life. He felt his cock pulsating inside you. Despite the fact that he just cum very hard, he was still completely hard on. He flipped you onto your back and entered you again. He hugged you and rolled over. Now you was lay on him. He continued to make slow, shallow jolts. Pleasure rose in waves, spreading warmth through the body. He wanted more. He felt his jolts make his sperm flow out of you. Every push made your skin goosebumps. He again felt very excited. He began to make deep jerks. Tougher than before, although they were still slow. His fingers dug into your hips, pushing you as deep on him as possible. Your hands moved to his wrists. You squeezed his hands hard enough, push him out to the bed. You kissed him hard by biting his lip. Pain pierced him, but why did it only make him more excited. “Now it's my turn,” you said. You ran your hands over your body, squeezing your breast. The sight of you swinging on his cock, and your hands playing with your breast, made him as excited more. When you descended on his cock, he raised his hips making jolt harder. Your one hand moved to his stomach, digging his nails into his abs. The pain made his cock twitch in you. He abandoned his attempts to move and lay calmly, accepting everything that you give him.  

You was put your hands on his chest. It made you change the angle of penetration into you. Your movements have become faster. His glans rubbed against the wall of the vagina. His body was trembling with pleasure. Each of your movements sent a discharge through his body that made him arch his back. “If you continue like that, I’m not enough for even 5 minutes,” he whispered, breathlessly with pleasure. You lowered and ran your tongue over his nipple. 'You want his dead', he thought when you did the same with another nipple. He was on the verge. He sat abruptly, making you stay kneel again. He wrapped his arm around your waist to control your jolts, slowing them down. He sucked your nipple in his mouth. Your breast drove him crazy all this time. He played with his tongue with your nipple, sucking it. He clamped your nipple with his teeth and felt how tightly you squeezed his cock, he repeated the same thing to another. He lowered you to cock forcing you to do hard jerks. You pushed him down again so he lay down. He was lying looking at you. Just your appearance could make him cum right now. Your body was wet, he could see red marks on your hips and neck that he had left, and your eyes were covered with pleasure. You looked very lecherous. He lost count of how many nights he spent imagining you that way while jerking off. Your pace has accelerated greatly, and your fingers have moved to your clitoris. He kept his last strength so as not to cum first. His fingers caressed your skin. He ran across your stomach, rising to your chest. Your skin was so hot. “Damn it, fuck, fuck.. I’m cumming ... Oooh, this is too fucking good.." you said and tightly squeezed his cock inside, which made his body tremble with pleasure. He gripped you tightly in his arms as you fell onto his chest. He continued to make quick hard jolts reaching his orgasm, he could not control the loud moans that burst from him when he cumming. It felt like whole his body was breaking. As if he were drawn into a hurricane, and his body just hung in the air. He could neither hear nor see anything around. He felt like in heaven.

It seems he lost consciousness for several minutes, but you didn’t even notice this, because you also came to your senses after an orgasm. His whole body was trembling. He rolled onto side when he was able to feel his body again. He lay in an embrace you and he left a tender kiss on your lips. He pressed you closer to his body, he wanted to completely dissolve into you, what was this moment never ends. Now in this world there was nothing but the two of you. He did not want to return to reality without knowing what awaited him there.

“We need a shower, but my body refuses to move,” you said, resting on his chest.

“I don’t feel my body, let's forget about the shower. I like being dirty. ” you laughed at his words. The sound of your laughter, the fact that you were lying embracing him made his melt, from the tenderness that he felt. Despite the fact that this was the first time, the feeling was as if you had been dating for many years. After a while, you still got up and went into the shower. He leaned against the wall, clutching you to him, while hot water flowed down your bodies. He did not want to lose even the slightest opportunity to feel you. Leaving the shower, he gently wiped your body while your fingers played with his wet hair. He pulled you and kissed you. Your lips are so seductive, he wanted to kiss you every second. Back on the bed, you pulled out the bedspread to the floor and were light at a clean bedding. It felt so natural. You two were cuddling in your bed. After a long time, you asked him, “Don't you have to go back at dorm?”

Reality brought you back from heaven to earth. But he did not want to let go of his, even a short, moment of happiness. He reached into the pants that were lying on the floor and pulled out his phone. He quickly printed a message saying that he would stay with friends today because they were going to drink all night, and sent it to Jin. Without waiting for an answer, he threw the phone back into a pile of your clothes. “No, don't. I want to stay with you tonight. I want to sleep with you and hugging all night. And I absolutely do not care if you do not want it. If you’ll be indignant, I’ll just bind you” he said with a grin.

"Look at you, how you talk" you answered laughing.

“And by the way, looking ahead, I want to say right away. I regard all of this as your positive response, in to give me one last chance. ”

“Okay” you raised your head to meet his eyes. "The last chance. The conditions remain the same: no jealousy, no commitment and no demands. ”

“This time I will not spoil anything”

“You didn’t forget that in a month you’re going on tour, and next week you start preparing for the concert? Just clarifying just in case”

"I remember". But he did not want to think about it now. He will simply rejoice at every moment that you can spend together. Now he was happy and you were in his arms.

[The day before leaving for the tour]

He was happy that he had the opportunity to break out to you, albeit not for long. All this time you managed to meet only for short moments. You came to the hostel several times. He remembered how quickly dragged you into the bathroom while everyone was busy in the kitchen. He left some quick slaps on your ass becouth you were changing into Jin clothes again. “I want only my clothes, my hands, my lips and my cock on or into your body. You understood?” he ripped off the shorts from you and made some hard jerks. He abruptly stepped out of you, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the bathroom. He left another slap on your bare ass before leaving you choking on excitement. He practically laughed when he remembered that he had paid for it, because you seduced him all evening, after what you left without giving the opportunity to even touch you.

He got to your door and rang the bell. You opened the door, "Hello," you said, and he froze. You were only wearing a transparent lace cape on a naked body. A grocery bag that was in his hand slipped down. He didn't care. He began to take off his clothes while closing the door behind him. He pushed you against the wall, unfastening his pants. In a second he was already deep into you. He fucked you maybe too hard, but he couldn't stop. Each jolt into your tight hot pussy felt too good, he could not restrain loud moans. He did not care if the whole house heard his moans. He kissed you. It was a kiss saturated with lust, desire and debauchery... He could no longer endure, he put his hand between you, covering your clitoris with your fingers. He quickly rubbed it to make you cum. As soon as you squeezed his cock with force, he could no longer restrain his orgasm. You have cum at the same time. His fingers pressed into your skin while he was lost in his pleasure. Your moans mixed up filling the apartment. After a few minutes, you were still standing motionless. He hugged you, holding your body to himself while he was still inside you. “And hello to you” he laughed...

“Usually people kiss first each other at the meeting, rather than fuck hard at the door” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Didn't I kiss you? As for me, this is the best greeting in all times”

“Didn't you left the grocery bag behind the door?”

“Heck, food” he gently stepped out of you. He took some napkins and wiped himself off. Putting his pants back on, he reached for a T-shirt that was lying on the floor. “Go to the shower, I'll prepare everything for the barbecue for now” he said, turning you towards the shower and slightly slapping you.

"Crazy". Before you could take a step, he slipped fingers into your hair. He turned your head and kissed you passionately. He ran the finger of his second hand over your pussy, playing with your clit, he made your body tremble. He tucked his head away to run a finger across your lower lip before sticking it into your mouth. Your soft moan made you tighten his grip on your hair. He removed a finger from your mouth and kissed you again. He groaned when he felt your and his taste on your lips. His fingers gripped your nipple, making your moan loudly. “You and me are perfect mix” he said with a lustful smile. He turned you and took the second nipple in his mouth eagerly sucking it. He put fingers in your pussy, stretching you. He used sperm as a lubricant to fuck you. He quickly jerk his fingers inside you, each time hitting your clitoris. While your hips not started trembling with an advancing orgasm. He felt you squeeze his fingers. “Wait. Please ... I’ll cumming now ... Fuck!” you gasped at the combination of his mouth on your nipples and his fingers with the force of fucking you. He kissed you again drowning out your moans while you hard cum on his fingers. He slowly drove wet fingers over your clit, stretching your orgasm ... He stepped back, inspecting you from head to toe. Raising his hand, he licked his fingers. His lips glistened with your juices, and he drew his tongue over them, “You are so tasty,” he grinned.

“I think I’m influencing you badly” you said, shaking your head, turning to the side of the bath. He pressed you to the wall, leaving a bite on your neck.

“I like how you influence me” he kissed you once more before letting go. He opened the door and laughed, seeing a bag around which groceries were scattered. He quickly assembled everything and went into the kitchen. He took out a grill and washed the leaves of lettuce and perilla for your barbecue. He chopped vegetables and then set the table. You went into the kitchen just when he had finished arranging everything. You easily patted his ass, “Such a good boy.” He smiled broadly when he turned and saw that you were in his T-shirts and shorts, which he left with you. “You look just unrealistically sexy in my stuff” he left a light kiss on your lips.

You laughed while preparing a barbecue. He did not want to think that he was leaving tomorrow, and would not be able to see you for a very long time. He enjoyed every second spent with you.

“I have homework for you while I am gone” he said.

"Homework? I’ve already left that age when I doing homework, plus I’ve never been a diligent student.”

“For some reason, I am absolutely not surprised at this. Bad girl. Wait you distracted me ”

"Okay, I'm listening to you."

“I want our relationship to become real, and not a demo version. I do not ask you to answer right now. Just think about it while I'm gone. If you'll miss me hard enough, answer me yes. If my absence will be not noticeable to you, I will forget about this conversation, and our relationship will remain at the same level, and this conversation will never happen again ” he tried to sound calm, despite the excitement that made his heart beat at a frantic speed.

“Okay, I'll think about it.”

Having finished dinner, he had to return to dorm and pack his things. The first time I felt sad when going on a tour.

 •…•…•…•…•…•…•…•…•…•…•…•…•

A month and half later...

He was lying on the bed in the room. He liked that the schedule was full. Constant repetition and preparations did not let him lose his mind on how much he missed you. They changed another city. You often chat with him, he told you how their tour goes, telling funny stories that happened to them. Your communication was the same. But he still haven’t answered the homework he gave you. He could not ask you, because he promised you to make any decision, but why he was so sad about it. He took out the phone and wrote to you, sending some photos from their rehearsal. Despite the time difference, you answered quickly enough. He call you, wanting to hear your voice.

"How are you?" he asked as soon as you picked up

"I am pretty good. There is a lot of work now, so I’m practically not comming back at home. ”

You talked discussing who was doing what the last days. Half an hour later, you said goodbye, wishing each other good night.

He went to the shower when he heard a notification sound. He went out and looked at the phone; he was sure that it was either one of the members or a manager. He was surprised when he saw your name on the screen. He opened the message

'By the way, Jungkook. I finally got the answer to your homework. ' His heart skipped a beat. He was worried too much because of which he did not can put at the right letters. After a third attempt, he was finally to write the message correctly

“And what is the answer to your homework?”

His heart was beating hard while he waited for an answer. It seems time has stopped going for him. Waiting seemed like an eternity. Finally got a response

'I miss you!'

He practically squealed with joy. He climbed onto the bed and jumping with joy, like a child who was got best Christmas present. He absolutely didn't care about Jimin, who went into the room and froze in the doorway.

"Are you crazy?" asked Jimin

He ran to Jimin and hugged him, lifting him into the air. He left a kiss on his cheek before releasing and going to the bathroom. Jimin was still standing in the middle of the room and was in deep shock from what just had happened. He went into the bathroom and re-read your message.

“I miss you too, so badly!!!” he quickly sent you an answer.

Now he was completely happy.

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[aro-aizawa]

Uncle Aizawa au??!?! I gotta know

okay here are some random ass headcanons bc THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME!!! I LOVE TALKING ABT MY AUS!!!!

aro aizawa

(that’s my standard for all my aus but like Extra Aro here bc inko is demi and reassures her little brother he’s not broken)

inko is eight years older than aizawa, they’re half siblings. inko’s parents had divorced when she was only four, and her father met shouta’s mother when she’s six.

midoriya is inko’s mother’s name and the name she goes by. shouta goes by their father’s name aizawa. inko’s mother has joint custody of inko so unfortunately for shouta she’s not always around at home

this isn’t the best thing for shouta bc their parents are kiiiind of neglectful, so inko ends up looking after shouta much more than she should but it means they’re much much closer.

inko is the one who inspires shouta to be a hero, mostly because he wants to protect his sister like she’s protected him.

bc shouta’s parents suck, inko ends up taking him back to her mother’s house a lot to the point where mrs midoriya is more of a mother than his own. in shouta’s last year of middle school mrs midoriya threatens legal action against shouta’s neglectful parents unless shouta can be adopted by mrs midoriya. he moves in p much the same day.

when shouta is thirteen inko marries her boyfriend of several years, hisashi. shouta is the one who walks her down the aisle, and instead of having a maid of honor, shouta’s her best man.

inko’s mother dies when shouta is seventeen, so shouta ends up having to move into inko’s place. this doesn’t really end all that well considering it’s a small two bedroom flat that has a two year old, and shouta and hisashi haven’t always gotten along. shouta ends up having to sleep in the living room on the couch, or on a futon in izuku’s room.

this....makes things tense. shouta doesn’t hide his distaste of hisashi, considering the man isn’t the best husband. he leaves the housework and raising izuku to inko even though she also works just the same as him. shouta thinks that inko deserves better and inko thinks hisashi’s behavior doesn’t justify a divorce.

that means when shouta graduates and turns eighteen he moves out so he doesn’t actively destroy inko’s marriage and create a bad home environment for izuku to live in. he still babysits as much as needed and takes izuku for days out, although contact between him and inko have become a lot less frequent than it once was

hisashi gets a promotion with a relocation to america, he wants inko and izuku to come with. but inko doesn’t want to uproot their entire life for someone who doesn’t do anything to help the family, so she stays in japan.

inko and hisashi officially get a divorce only a year later when izuku is deemed quirkless. the last straw is when hisashi says smth cruel about izuku’s quirklessness and inko realises that things just won’t work out.

things don’t immediately get fixed between inko and shouta, they were never bad just...terse. but shouta is just relieved that the situation is over, so after a long talk things relax and they start talking more often.

at one point, shouta moves into an apartment in the same block as the midoriyas. they’re not on the same floor but with how close they are they might as well be living with each other for how often they’re at each others places. even though they’re in the same building, izuku has a room in shouta’s apartment that he sleeps at occasionally when he’s too tired to go like three floors up.

izuku has a bad habit of leaving his homework at shouta’s place, enough so that at one point shouta accidentally ends up taking one of izuku’s essays with him to ua because it managed to get in shouta’s marking

at some point shouta convinces inko to let izuku to start martial arts, thinking it would be good for him (izuku is immediately enthusiastic bc even though he’s too young for Hero Training this is the next best thing)

when izuku is in his first year of middle school bakugou pushes izuku too far in his bullying and izuku begs shouta to train him to be a hero.

shouta is understandably concerned bc he doesn’t understand where the sudden desperation is coming from but doesn’t push too hard to find out. he starts the training slowly, but one on one training does start.

izuku tries the hero exam quirkless. he doesn’t get many villain points (7 total actually) but he manages to pass with the additional 36 rescue points for a total of 43. he gets put into 1-a immediately.

and m*neta is replaced by shinsou because shinsou is a Good Boy who also has the hero rescue urge. but he only just manages to get in by the skin of teeth with the lowest score in the hero course. this is a v sore subject w him because he thinks the exam is super biased

(it’s a point where izuku, shinsou and aizawa bond over as they complain at length the bias that ua have for flashy quirks)

at first they don’t really broadcast their relation. it’s not exactly a secret it’s just izuku doesn’t want his hard work to be ignored and shouta doesn’t want to give izuku special treatment. so they’re just sensei and problem child, unless they’re outside ua.

but!!! with izuku and bakugou in the same class with shouta as their teacher....things are gonna come out.

shouta finds out bakugou bullied izuku for years after a disasterous exercise in which bakugou goes too far. he’s almost expelled but instead is transferred to 1-b after a month of suspension.

anyways when p much everyone in 1-a knows their relation, they still call each other sensei and problem child but they’re a lot more open with affection. the class think it’s cute as fuck.

and consider: in the dorms inko gets a job at ua in administration so she ends up on campus a lot, so the students start to see a lot more of the domestic side of the midoriya-aizawa family and they think it’s adorable

also izuku grows up wanting to be an underground hero bc even tho he fucking LOVES all might, his ultimate favourite hero is eraserhead because of how much he loves his uncle 💛💛💛

so like. consider a universe where like. no one knows izuku is quirkless outside of his class so the league are like: “fuck that midoriya kid’s annoying, what the hell is his quirk?” “idk man” “hey brat what’s your quirk?” “its called vibe check” “what’s it do—” “VIBE CHECK!!” *sucker punch*

& izuku maybs has some kind of capture weapon inspired by eraserhead but uniquely his own. like idk bracers that behave like his scarf so izuku can still pull and wrap around others, but he’s also proficient in other weaponry like bo staffs and escrima sticks

knowing me i’d even toss in some shinsou bonding where izuku shows him all the good things about underground heroes. shouta pretty much adopts shinsou, so now he’s izuku’s cousin. they’re the underground duo in 1-a and are almost undefeated at stealth and strategy (a team that’s only rivaled by hagakure and yaoyorozu).

just,,,,, uncle shouta,,,,,

[whatarubberchicken]

AU YEAH August - 2 - College

@auyeahaugust

Based on a true story.

(Not that I’m saying y’all should try this, because the people involved were actually hurt, so please try to party responsibly.)

Warning: Language and mild anime-style groping.

Crash Course

“WHEEEEE!!!” Thump!!

“WOO HOOOOO!!” Thump!!

“COWABUNGA!!!” Thump!!

“Really, man??”

“Hey, don’t hate on the classics!”

“Whatever, you two! Just GO!!”

“Wait, I wasn’t ready—AAAHHHHH!!!” Thump!!

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING?” Alya seethed, as she and Marinette tried to get some sleep in their dorm room. Sleep… that was evading them with all the noise right outside their door. Even with pillows over their heads.

Marinette sighed and threw the pillow off. “Last I checked, they poured laundry detergent on the bathroom floor to make themselves a slip-and-slide.”

“And they can’t do that on their floor???” Alya hissed, as another thump! was followed by a round of laughter.

“They probably already got kicked off their floor. And Alex is with them, so she’d be the one who suggested our suite.”

Whoever designed these suites, with four dorm rooms all situated around a bathroom—with freaking already-slippery linoleum all around—well, they needed to be shot. Or she could just aim for Alix, who lived across from them, and had obviously invited a bunch of her guy-friends up for a little fun…

“DOU-BLES!! DOU-BLES!! DOU-BLES!!”

“They’re gonna break something,” Marinette groaned, covering her face again.

“I’m gonna break something!!” Alya growled, flinging herself out of bed and stomping over to the door. “HEY, YOU JERKS!! SOME OF US HAVE EIGHT AM CLASS—WHOA!!”

“WAAAAHHH!!!”

“AAAHHH!!”

Marinette sat up just in time to see two guys fly through their now-open door, one of them taking out Alya, and the other… headed… straight for her bed!!

She screamed.

He screamed.

CRASH!!!

Marinette groaned as she heard distant voices. They were nowhere near close enough to belong to the large weight currently sprawled on top of her. Damn, he was really warm. Said heat source groaned and shifted on top of her.

She tensed as his shifting brought his hand down on her chest, and felt him freeze.

“I… umm… hi...?”

Oh, she was done being nice to this jerk.

“GET OFF ME!!” she screamed, ramming her knee as hard as she could to his private areas. (Which was sadly not very hard, as her sheets stopped her momentum.) He still let out a very-satisfying yelp and rolled off the bed.

Furious, Marinette sat up and grabbed her pillow, fully-intent on pummeling the douchebag who wasn’t letting her sleep, had crashed into her room, and just grabbed her boob!! She was gonna—

She gaped at the wide, green eyes staring up at her.

Oh fuck. I just racked Adrien Agreste.

“I am so sorry!!” he babbled, gasping for breath as he struggled to his feet while clutching his… well, yeah. “I didn’t expect us to go that fast, and then the door opened—”

“Aww, the Physics major didn’t take physics into account,” Alix snickered from the door.

“Oh, shut up, Alix,” Adrien snapped, still looking at Marinette anxiously.

“Ooo, pretty boy’s in a temper,” Alix teased. Then she saw what he was clutching. She howled in laughter. “You went right for the jewels, Mari?? That’s my girl!!”

“I was assaulted. On my bed,” Marinette seethed, now both angry and terrified that Gabriel Agreste, the Head of her department, would hear how she’d attacked his son. Even if it was completely justified.

“Believe me, complete accident!” Adrien said, holding up his hands and trying to reassure her.

“If you all don’t get out of my room right now, I will make your deaths LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT!!” Alya screamed, as she slowly stood and reached for the nearest weapon. It happened to be her desk chair. Alix and the two boys didn’t need any more encouragement, and they raced each other out of the room, with Adrien casting one more desperate glance at Marinette before the door closed.

……..

Class the next morning was awkward. She was sleepy from worrying all night, it was hard to get out of her room without slipping (because of course the stupid group of boys hadn’t cleaned up after themselves, of course!), and she found she couldn’t look her favorite teacher in the eye (he may be a frigid bastard, but he was also brilliant when it came to fashion).

She’d never run out of the fashion building so fast in her life.

Unfortunately, she didn’t see the obstacle in her way.

CRASH!!!

“Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow, I’m so, so sorry, I wasn’t looking where—YOU!?!” Marinette gasped, scrambling off the blond she’d just landed on.

“Me. Again. And I guess I deserved that,” Adrien mumbled, just laying there on the ground.

“Yeah, well—! I… I.. umm… yeah! I… You… you....” Marinette sighed in defeat and stood up. “No, this one was my fault. I’m sorry,” she said, offering him a hand to help him up. He blinked at her in surprise, and smiled as he took her hand.

“I was actually coming over here to apologize to you,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was gonna bring you coffee or something, but I realized I didn’t know what you like… and Alya wouldn’t tell me…,”

Marinette smothered her smile with a hand. Alya was still boiling-mad about last night, and had been talking about going to the RA. Adrien? He was seriously cute, and obviously embarrassed about the whole debacle.

“…so I figured maybe I’d ask you out for a coffee instead?” he finished hopefully, flashing her a winning smile.

She raised an eyebrow. Normally, she’d take anything Lila Rossi said with more than a few grains of salt, but the girl had sworn up and down that Adrien Agreste was a typical pretty-boy player who couldn’t be trusted, and Adrien was looking at her like a cute smile and a cup of coffee could fix everything.

So, instead of swooning, she crossed her arms and shot him an unamused look.

“I’d much rather you go back to my room…” (Adrien looked surprised, but still interested.) “And clean up the mess you made,” she finished evenly. “The cleaning staff doesn’t get paid enough to clean up something like that.”

Sure enough, pretty boy’s smile faded.

“Ye-yeah, sure, of course,” he stammered, trying a sheepish smile instead. Marinette still wasn’t mollified. The boy was a model. He knew what his body-language looked like.

“Alya’s last class is done at six,” she said. “It should probably be done before then.”

Adrien gulped and hesitated. “Well, I have a pretty busy schedule today….”

Marinette rolled her eyes. Typical.

“But you had enough time to come over here and harass me?” she pointed out.

“I—I’m not harassing you!” Adrien exclaimed. “I’m trying to apologize! Please—just, don’t tell my father?”

“Oh, yeah, that’d work out great for me!” Marinette exclaimed. “I can’t think of a quicker way to get kicked out of my department than to tell the Head I assaulted his son! What are you, nuts?”

Adrien looked visibly relieved. “So, we’re good, then?” he asked hopefully.

“Not even close, Fabio,” she snarled, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards her dorm. “You’re gonna get started cleaning!”

“Fabio??” the blond sounded offended. “You really think I look like—Hey, wait! I have—class!!”

“So do I, pretty boy. But if you can skip to buy me a cup of coffee, you can skip to clean up your mess!!”

……

“And then, your mother dragged me back to her room and did wicked things to me,” Adrien finished, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“I got you a mop and bucket and taught you how to use them when it became clear you had no idea what you were doing,” Marinette corrected, flicking her husband on the nose.

“Like I said: wicked,” he nodded solemnly to their new son.

“Yup, and I plan on being just as evil to both of you for the rest of your lives. You will learn to cook, and clean, and fix broken doors….”

“Hey now, I wasn’t part of that one!” Adrien protested. “And I’m pretty sure Kim and Nino were drunk!”

“Didn’t stop you from encouraging Nino when he proposed to Alya to get her to stop screaming at him,” Marinette pointed out, taking her infant son from him and cradling him.

“I still think they’ll be a great couple,” Adrien shrugged, shifting so he was sitting a bit closer to his new family. “If they ever stop trying to kill each other.”

Marinette agreed. “We’re getting them a slip-n-slide for their wedding present.”

End.

[simkjrs]

i know that there are literally a million other things i could be working about but please consider msa izuku in hogwarts. it would be so funny. msa izuku doesn’t  even have any magic of his own he just has a very convincing facsimile of it and it both relieves and infuriates him that no one has noticed 

my favorite possibility at the moment: msa izuku can perceive and “talk” to magic, and convince other people’s magic to do things, but he doesn’t have any magic of his own

msa izuku talking to his potion: could you just... you know... turn the right color for me? please potion: no msa izuku: i am TRYING to pass class here

msa izuku: [accidentally falling through a hole in  time-space into the middle of the hogwarts train] great. of COURSE this happens to me. where am i and who am i going to have to kill NOW ron, hermione, harry: msa izuku: haven't you seen someone fall out of an interdimensional portal or something before? god it's like youre living under a rock. [leaves]

the golden trio chase after him quick enough to see him climbing out the window of the train and theyre just like WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING but it's too late. hes gone

then they catch him climbing into the castle later and theyre like, hey, what the fuck, didnt you miss the opening feast? and izuku is just, what feast, where is this, i've been arguing with the skeleton horses who live on the lawn

also izuku: they keep talking about some jackass who just fuckin. split his eternal soul into pieces. what kind of dumbass thinks that's a good idea? who does that?

msa izuku can talk to the wards and he just gets into an argument with them in the middle of the fucking hall. 

"no, i said i need to get  to -- YES, i know this is the headmaster's office, that's  why im HERE, so i can TALK to him, havent you ever heard of fucking office hours,  what the hell do you do when there's a student with an emergency and they can't fucking get access to the headmaster, what kind of terrible school system is this???" 

a pause. "well your archaic rules are STUPID, and so are the founders, and if slytherin himself rises up out of the grave to tell me off, good for him but i swear to fucking god i will deck him across his stupid face"

izuku shows up  to class with a nosebleed looking furious and someone asks what happens and izuku says that the ghost ward is frankly useless and he cant even figure out why it's here if it can't do anything right

"there's a ghost ward?" someone asks. "exactly," izuku says

i also love izuku just. being at hogwarts. he's not a student he just showed up and he's trying to do SOMETHING, but no one knows what, the teachers all think  he's a trouble student from a different house so no one ever does anything about him until there's an inter staff meeting and someone is like "someone really needs to do something about the weird green haired kid who keeps showing up to class like he got in a tussle with the entire forest after two nights of caffeine and no sleep" and everyone waits in silence for someone to claim responsibility... only... no one does

and then they realize this kid has just been running around on their campus for like. an entire month. doing who knows what. what has he been doing. how did he get  here and why is he spending his time taking their classes??? where is he sleeping??? why does he always look constantly furious and like he just got into a fight???????

more importantly, how the fuck did he GET here, what does he WANT

the sheer chaotic potential of izuku meeting the weasley twins. fred and george are out at night setting up a prank. they come across izuku arguing with a wall. after two minutes of this izuku kicks the wall and the ceiling drops a petulant pebble on him and then the wall opens up to reveal a secret passage theyve never seen before. fred and george decide they HAVE to talk to this mysterious stranger now

fred  and george forcibly inserting themselves into izuku's life. izuku forciby removing them from it. izuku spewing a constant stream of utter nonsense and fred and george  are  genuinely taken aback by the fact that there's someone who can make so little sense in the world

i love msa izuku being not-friends with them though, msa izuku agrees to show them a couple passages if they'll do some stuff for him. one day he just shows up in their dorm room and is like "hey. have you guys heard of someone named 'voldemort' before? tall, pale, snake nose, red eyes, asshole who thought it was a good idea to leave himself with like 1/16th of his soul?" 

it brings up. SO many questions. fred and george weasley gape at him. izuku says, "well, great. i need your help killing the guy.  i hope you don't have many compunctions about murder, but in this case, i can reassure you that the murder is well justified, because this guy is an asshole  who kills way too many people. i am so sick of this guy already and i've only been here for five weeks. ih aven't even seen him before and i' m sick of him. that's how bad he is" and fred and george are just like, they don't even know how to respond because a) izuku swung in to ask them to help him kill voldemort, b) izuku asked them while also thinking that t hey don't know anything about voldemort, implying that he can and will ask them to help murder someone even if he has no solid proof that theyre a horrible person?

fred, slowly: ... are you okay, bud? george: you're a little, uh. msa izuku, vibrating so fast he's clipping through the floor a little bit: i haven't slept  in 3 days and i just fought a god

msa izuku a moment later: it wasn't actually a god it just thought it was and it was REALLY  annoying, i had to punch it so many times, and, other stuff, which isn't important actually let's never think about it again. what a great time to never contemplate that particular subject again!

msa izuku is definitely a slytherin. he gets sorted into slytherin at some point, extremely unwillingly, and at the end of the story it's revealed that msa izuku dismantled like the entire hogwarts structure and took down voldemort's horcruxes and killed the dark lord himself, almost purely because he was convinced this  was the fastest and easiest way  to get home. izuku fucking clowns voldemort without any actual understanding of who he is

i love making the harry potter universe into my own personal playground of inserting characters who have no business being there and turning the entire canon upside down at the cost of deep personal suffering to said characters. it’s so funny. i’ll never stop. in conclusion: msa izuku inexplicably being somewhere he definitely should not be is a comedic art  form in and of itself. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[222258-ihiwehi]

A third of NZ university students are sexually assaulted, a study suggests

A third of NZ university students are sexually assaulted, a study suggests

Stuff Article

The moment Tess laid eyes on Victoria University, she knew she was looking at her future.

"I was so excited," she says, now. "I'd visited with my mum for the open day, I saw the law building and thought I just wanted to study there, it just called to me. I was also terrified – my whole family dropped me off, and my mum cried the whole way home.

"I was so ready to be like an adult, and live a new life in Wellington."

Her stomach a tangle of nervous knots, Tess worried about her classes, and making friends.

She didn't envisage the incident a few months later, when a young man would attempt to rape her at her university hostel, Weir House.

She didn't consider the self-blame and doubt that would creep in whenever she thought about the sexual assault.

And, really, something like that? To be honest, she just didn't think it would happen to her.

For the thousands of high school students who pack their bags for tertiary study each year, and their parents, sexual violence is unlikely to be top of mind. But new research suggests it should be.

Preliminary results from the biggest New Zealand study into the prevalence of sexual victimisation at university suggests one in three students will be sexually assaulted while they are studying.

The perpetrator will most likely be a young male student, who will assault his victim while they are drunk, asleep, or otherwise incapacitated.

The research involved 2700 students at a New Zealand university, who were asked if they had a non-consensual sexual experience. The survey was sent to all students at the university and participants chose to be involved.

More than a third, or 36 per cent of total respondents, said they had experienced some form of sexual assault, from being groped or made to remove clothes, perform oral sex, or forced digital, anal, or vaginal penetration. Broken down by gender, 41 per cent of women reported assault, and 22 per cent of men.

When it came to assailants, 88 per cent of reported perpetrators were men and 17 per cent women. (Students sometimes reported more than one incident.) Two-thirds of participants were assaulted by students from the same university.

Otago University PhD student Kayla Stewart used the academic Sexual Experiences Survey tool to assess the students, collating the data alongside dozens of one-on-one interviews. She says the results show sexual assault is a widespread issue universities have an obligation to tackle.

The most widely-used statistics in the United States suggest one in five university women are sexually assaulted. Stewart's research suggests that in New Zealand, the chance of a woman being forced into a sex act at university is more than one in three.

Prevalence studies must be interpreted cautiously, and results can not always be generalised. But they provide valuable insights into the commonality of assault, including intoxication and the nature of perpetrators.

"There needs to be acknowledgment that this is an issue, because for too long it's been hidden or universities have failed to acknowledge it," Stewart says.

"I really want to bring attention to what perpetrators are doing, and shift the focus to their actions. The most commonly used tactic is altered consciousness, through alcohol or drugs or sleep. Perpetrators sexually assaulted one in four people this way, taking advantage when they were drunk or out of it."

The fact so many assailants also attended university showed it was a community problem. "There's such a culture of entitlement, and we have to tackle that. On the one hand it is a societal problem, but it's also a university problem."

'IT WAS JUST PAR FOR THE COURSE, I GUESS'

Tess used to tell this like a joke.

It was first year, and Tess and her friend were out at a bar. They started chatting to a guy who began to get "uncomfortably grabby," before Tess decided she wanted to leave.

The friend brought the man back to their university hostel. Both women were drunk. Tess left her friend's dorm room, but not before giving her a lifeline.

"I told her I was going to bed but I would leave the door open for her if she wanted to come and stay in my room."

Instead, the man later entered Tess's room. "I was asleep at that point and he came and got into my bed and was like, insistent. I kept on falling asleep and waking back up and trying to say no. I was trying to say 'no, you don't have a condom,' just trying to justify the no, I guess. I just didn't know what to do."

Tess eventually got the man to leave, telling him she had an early lecture.

She didn't report the attempted rape, out of fear people would find out it was her. She felt ashamed, like she might be labelled a slut. Around the same time, she said another friend did report a sexual assault to hall management and was dismissed and told to "get over it."

(Victoria University say all halls of residence staff are now trained in how to respond to disclosures of sexually harmful behaviours, taking a confidential, survivor-led approach. This includes access to counselling and support to make formal complaints.)

It also didn't seem too out of the ordinary. "It was just par for the course I guess, and that sounds horrible, but I knew other girls in halls who had very similar experiences. It seems to be something that happens in that part of girl's lives."

It was only last year, when conversations about sexual violence were brought to the forefront with Me Too movement – and locally, with the sexual misconduct exposed at the Russell McVeagh law firm – that Tess realised what happened to her was not funny.

"Now it just makes me really sad. It was so horrible. Alcohol is such a huge part of first year culture, it's how you bond. I feel like a lot of guys – and girls – aren't taught what healthy sex is meant to be like. No-one has a frame of reference.

"You're taking a bunch of kids that maybe haven't had sex or the freedom to have it as frequently and they just don't know what good sex looks like, how to communicate and how to read someone else's communication."

Tess has never told her parents. "I think for my dad in particular it would torture him to think about. I could tell my family, but you don't really want to open things up because there was nothing they could have done.

"By the time I was ready to acknowledge it and talk, I had a support network of friends."

Other young women spoken to by Stuff who were victims of sexual assault at university struggled with self-blame, and had often tried to internally dismiss or downplay the event so they could continue with their lives and studies.

One woman, who was raped while a student at an Auckland University, only felt strong enough to lay a complaint with police years later. It is currently being investigated.

Others do complain, but hit brick walls. A PhD student at a North Island university told Stuff she has reported a sexual assault by a fellow student to police. It was so violent she had to be hospitalised.

She told the university, who she says told her they can do nothing until he is charged. In the meantime, she is not attending university for fear of seeing him on campus. He still goes to class every day.

A Stuff investigation in 2018 found dozens of alleged sexual misconduct complaints recorded by staff at university halls of residence nationwide in the past two years – only a handful of which were reported to police.

And in April, Otago's Knox College faced questions about its cultureafter several sexual assault, rape and harassment claims between 2011 and 2017 were revealed in student magazine Critic.

WHAT IS BEING DONE?

There are no nationwide guidelines or legislation around sexual misconduct protocol.

Universities New Zealand, the umbrella body, says it has established a working group into sexual violence, which involves representatives from all universities and two students.

In the meantime, students are mobilising to put pressure on university management to act. New Zealand University Students' Association rape prevention campaign Thursdays in Black, mired in a sexual harassment scandal of its own in mid-2018, has been re-established and is pushing for comprehensive misconduct policies.

It conducted a nationwide survey on sexual violence in 2017, with more than half of respondents saying they had experienced some form of it.

At Otago University, Students Against Sexual Violence has been leading this drive. Co-president Niall Campbell, 23, says Stewart's research does not come as a shock. "All of our members know multiple people who have been effected by sexual violence. There's no doubt in our minds it's an issue.

"It's an unfortunate combination of students who are actually quite young, and who have been inadequately educated around sex and sexuality. Contrary to popular belief, we are not the progressive nation we'd like ourselves to be."

A 2018 Education Review Office report found sex education has not improved in a decade, with a lack of education around consent, pornography and sexual violence.

This isn't helped by a culture of chauvinism, hyper-masculity and sexual conquest, particularly in first year, Campbell says.

Stuff asked all universities if they considered sexual violence prevention a university responsibility, and to advise on initiatives. Most pointed to their student code of conduct and discipline regulations. None would provide details of how much was spent annually.

When it came to specific action, Waikato University said it has appointed a violence prevention coordinator this year and begun providing training on sexual violence and healthy relationships for hall staff and students.

Auckland University said students are given information on family violence at orientation and have access to "comprehensive online material."

Auckland University of Technology ran an online preventing bullying and harassment programme and had launched a course, Consent Matters, at the cost of $16,000.

Massey University said its hall staff members were given training on victimisation, and it had a sexual assault pastoral care team.

Victoria University was developing a standalone sexual violence prevention policy, had a Sexual Harm Prevention working group, had appointed a new sexual harm counsellor and was increasing training for staff on dealing with disclosures.

The University of Canterbury said it had set up an End Sexual Violence Now working group, and gave new students an induction that included sexual violence awareness. Complaints could be made through online anonymous tool Report It.

Otago University opened Te Whare Tāwharau, a sexual violence support centre, last year. A sexual misconduct policy has been completed and a sexual misconduct action response team set up to oversee processes and investigations.

This is promising, Campbell says, but it's easy to point to documents. His group wants outcomes.

"Until very recently, almost nothing was done about the issue. And it's still early days - whether these policies end up being substantial and actually work is the question."

And others think action needs to be nationwide, rather left to each university. In the United States, Title IX is a federal law which makes universities accountable for disciplining perpetrators and supporting victims. There is no such legal requirement in New Zealand.

Lily Kay Ross is a sexual violence researcher and workplace consultant on sexual harassment procedures, and was a consultant on Otago's policy.

She is advocating for the establishment of an independent body to conduct investigations. It should be neutral, and have staff trained in the dynamics of sexual violence. Data and outcomes should be publicly reported.

"This is how universities can achieve accountability to the public and rebuild trust," Kay Ross says. "It signals that the cases we already know are happening are being responded to appropriately."

Victoria University student president Tamatha Paul says nationwide standards – enforceable by law if necessary – would be welcome. "Yes, it's awesome universities are starting to get these policies, but what about polytechs and other training establishments? What about what goes on at halls of residence?

"There needs to be a consistent policy covering every space that a student occupies."

WALKING THE TALK

On a leafy Friday at Auckland University, students stream through the campus. It's almost the weekend, and there are parties to organise, gigs to attend.

Life goes on. And, instead of waiting for change from above, many are working to initiate it themselves.

Students Gabriella Brayne, 19, and Ollin Raynaud, 25, are co-ordinators and founders of the Consent Club, which aims to normalise consent culture.

The group train volunteers to become "consent guardians," teaching them techniques in non-confrontational bystander intervention. The guardians attend festivals and events, stepping in to diffuse situations where it looks like a "consent breach" could be occurring.

This might involve offering a drunk young woman help finding her friends, or dancing alongside someone who is being cornered on the dance floor to give them an out.

In their view, the problem isn't so much that young men don't know what consent is - it's that they think they can get away with it, Brayne says.

"In the moment they still go ahead with the assault because there's a situation that can be exploited."

Having active bystanders who will intervene reinforces the idea that you can't get away with these acts. "We're like their sober mates, who will step in.

"We just want people to feel safe."

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Food Food Food

Been thinking about food recently. Especially the food at Saint James. I remember before I got there, I was struggling with an undiagnosed eating disorder. I don’t really know what the fuck to call it, but I measured everything I ate. I remember measuring out exactly 1 cup of Special K Red Berries every morning with ½ cup of milk. I literally took out the measuring cups, I would never go above the set amounts. I had Lean Cuisines for dinner every night. My parents rarely cooked for us, so my sister and I had a lot of canned soups and frozen dinners growing up. Which feels so sad to me, especially considering how much I love cooking now and how easy I consider it to be. Growing up, when our family did cook, it was always my dad making some extravagant meal. Osoboccu, tomato pie, filet mignon. We sat in the dining room, the most formal and stiff room in the whole house. My sister and I were expected to dress up, we were expected to praise my Dad’s cooking, we were expected to act like “ladies.” Like little fucking dolls.

I think in 7th grade, when I started hanging out with a new group of girls who were more popular, I started to ask myself: What is my identity in this group? Who am I? I felt like if I knew the answer to this, I would be able to justify to myself why I was chosen to be apart of this group of girls. I think I thought that if I could be the skinniest one, that could be my role, that would justify why I was popular. I was nervous before school every day.  I worried that my clothes were good enough, that I didn’t actually like Gilmore Girls. But mostly, I worried that I would be invited to spend the night on Friday. And spending the night on Fridays with Savannah and Maggie meant IMing boys who liked them and not me, watching the Spice Girls, doing our hair and makeup, and most importantly: eating. They loved to order pizza and bake brownies and drink soda. To me, it was terrifying. I couldn’t regulate how much I was eating because I knew my habit was weird, I knew it wasn’t acceptable in their circle. So I would do everything I could to avoid spending the night. I always said that my mom wanted me home for “family time.” I was terrified that they would invite me and equally scared that they wouldn’t want me to join them.

When I went away to Saint James, I felt a sense of relief. I had escaped my friendship with these girls, girls who offered me a whole new perspective and a chance to feel “liked,” but I knew that they weren’t really my friends. I always felt like the third wheel and I never really wanted to be with them. I wasn’t truly myself around them. At Saint James, all of that changed. I felt immediately at ease. Everyone was so fucking nice and living in a dorm with a roommate, I felt like I had built in friends. I loved the structure, the uniforms, the strict times for meals and lights out. It was easy for me to follow the rules. Not everyone thrived under Saint James’ weird rules and regulations, but I did.

One of my first memories of Saint James was the food. Most every meal was family style, sitting at a table with one teacher and some students. We were assigned to those tables, they rotated every 6 weeks. I was, of course, expected to eat for those proctored meals. And weirdly, I didn’t mind it. I think that I didn’t eat very MUCH, but I certainly ate. Because we were all forced to play sports, I was running basically 2 hours a day. With that, I figured it was okay if I ate chicken and mashed potatoes every once in a while. Still though, I felt insecure about my body. I hated it and I felt fat, even though I weight 98 pounds.

At the start of the fall quarter, the girls’ dorms and the boys’ dorms are invited respectively  to a teacher’s home for an after study hall dessert party. My dorm was invited to Mrs. Sherman’s house for after study hall ice cream and cookies. Immediatly, I felt anxiety. I wanted the cookies and ice cream- I was starving, I always was, but I didn’t feel like I should. We got there and it wasn’t just ice cream and cookies, it was TOLLHOUSE PIE. A Saint James tradition where the dining staff makes a pie that’s essentially just made of tollhouse cookie dough. I remember eating so much that night, crossing a threshold and just consuming without care. It was so fucking good. I hadn’t had anything like this in my whole life. I ate so many pieces, drank so much milk, had ice cream. I felt so sick, but also, so free. I crossed this line: I ate junk food and I had made it to the other side. I was alive. I still wasn’t happy with my body but at least I was full. I had eaten delicious fattening foods and I lived to tell the tale!

A week later, I remember finding Taylor, a new friend who lived down the hall and telling her that I was slowing gaining weight. She also had struggled with her body image and we bonded over that. Taylor was a taller girl but had a beautiful, athletic body. I remember thinking it was so strange that she would feel self conscious- she looked amazing! It was the first time that I realized we all feel insecure about our bodies, no matter what they look like. I thought Taylor looked perfect, but she certainly didn’t view herself that way.

She congratulated me on my weight gain, saying that I was being healthy. She was so proud of me. I was proud too and I started to eat more freely and not be so concerned with calories. It was an incredible feeling and the first time I can remember feeling great about the way I looked.

I came home over Christmas break. My mom, the root of my perfectionist issues, commented that I seemed to be “really enjoying the snack and desserts that Saint James had.” She wanted me to “be careful” to not gain weight too quickly, otherwise, I might gain the Freshman 15. I was so angry, I told her that I probably NEEDED to gain 15 pounds and that I used to measure all of my food, which she knew. I told her that this was good for me, that I was getting healthy. She said that she wanted me to gain weight, but not by eating junk food. I don’t even remember how the conversation ended, but it does feel like I’ve trusted her much less after that conversation. Almost like she doesn’t have my best interest at heart.

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Protests erupt on Georgia Tech campus after police shoot and kill student

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A Georgia Tech student who was fatally shot by police made the 911 call that led to the deadly encounter, the Georgia Bureau of Investigation said Monday.

Georgia Tech Police officers responded to a 911 call at 11:17 p.m. Saturday reporting a suspicious person on the Atlanta campus. The caller said the person — described as a white male with long blond hair, white T-shirt and blue jeans, possibly intoxicated — was holding a knife and possibly a gun.

The officers encountered Scout Schultz, 21, outside a dorm. The student was barefoot and “disoriented” in the middle of a “mental breakdown,” family attorney L. Chris Stewart said. The lawyer — who has represented the families of other victims of police-involved shootings — accused the officer who opened fire of overreacting to the circumstances.

Cellphone video shows the officers repeatedly yelling at Schultz to put down the knife and not to move. In the video, after Schultz takes a few steps forward, an officer opens fire.

As allegations of excessive force mounted, Stewart accused Georgia Tech of forcing the narrative that Schultz was a “knife-wielding” threat despite evidence suggesting otherwise.

But the Georgia Bureau of Investigation said evidence showed that Schultz was the caller. Three suicide notes were found in the student’s dorm room; no gun was found at the scene and the only knife found was one inside a multipurpose tool, the GBI said.

Georgia Tech declined to comment, citing the GBI’s investigation.

A community mourns

The shooting prompted mourning across Georgia Tech, where Schultz was known as a leader in the campus LGBTQ community as president of Georgia Tech Pride Alliance.

According to a profile on the group’s website, Schultz identified as nonbinary and intersex and preferred the pronouns they, them and their.

“It’s tragic that as Scout was battling mental health issues that pushed them to the edge of desperation, their life was taken with a bullet rather than saved with non-lethal force,” Stewart said in a statement.

Originally from the Atlanta suburb of Lilburn, Schultz was a fourth-year computer engineering major with a minor in biomedical engineering. Schultz’s father said they got a full ride to the top-ranked school and maintained a 3.9 GPA all these years with only two Bs.

The pressures of school and activism weighed on Schultz, who struggled with depression and once attempted suicide, according to Schultz’s father, William Schultz and his lawyer. Schultz’s father said they spent this summer at home trying to decompress.

The circumstances of Schultz’s death prompted calls from campus advocacy groups for more counseling and mental health resources on campus. The need is especially great for transgender and gender nonconforming people, who statistically face higher rates of suicide and depression than the rest of the population, said Sarah Buttons, a mental health counselor board member of Georgia Safe Schools Coalition.

Buttons knew Schultz from Georgia Safe Schools Coalition events, where Schultz frequently tabled for Tech’s Pride Alliance.

University promises time for dialogue

In addition to maintaining high marks in the rigorous engineering program, Schultz faced additional stressors as an activist and community leader who was open with their gender identity, Buttons said.

“Scout was an outspoken leader so it feels in character with this person to not forget how they lived but also… to talk about the circumstances of their death,” Buttons said.

“Sometimes, our leaders get really worn down, so how do we make sure our leaders in the community are supported?”

After the shooting, Georgia Tech President G.P. “Bud” Peterson sent an email to the school community promising “opportunities for dialogue” and “additional resources as needed for healing.”

“While this is a heart-wrenchingly painful time for the entire Georgia Tech community, it is important to know that all of us here at Georgia Tech are committed to providing a safe and healthy, living and learning environment for all of our students, faculty and staff,” Peterson said. “As we work through this tragic event, I encourage you to take advantage of all of the resources we provide here on campus, for mental, emotional, and physical well-being.”

A knife or a multipurpose tool?

Stewart, the family’s lawyer, acknowledged Schultz’s mental health in a news conference before the GBI announced its findings. Stewart cautioned against using Schultz’s condition as justification for the shooting, saying the officer’s actions underscored the need for better training in encounters with people in distress.

“People have breakdowns sometimes,” Stewart said. “That doesn’t mean they deserve to die.”

Stewart disputed the GBI’s initial contention that Schultz was carrying a knife. Footage shot by CNN affiliate WSB after the shooting showed a multipurpose utility tool lying on the ground. Stewart said the multipurpose tool contained a sheathed knife — the only weapon in Stewart’s possession, and accused Georgia Tech of playing up Schultz as a “knife-wielding” threat to justify the shooting.

Stewart said the GBI’s confirmation that the multipurpose tool was the only weapon found at the scene supported his point.

“The family now wonders where the narrative came from that Scout was wielding a knife and was a danger to the officers. Scout was holding a closed multipurpose tool, with their arms to their side and simply walking, struggling for their life.

“Their cry for help was met with a bullet.”

Stewart has represented the families of other victims of police-involved shootings, including Alton Sterling and Walter Scott. He credited most of Georgia Tech officers with responding effectively by attempting to deescalate the matter. One officer, however, either was not properly trained or “lost patience” and opened fire without facing an immediate threat, Stewart said.

“Why did you have to shoot? That’s the question. That’s the only question that matters now,” William Schultz said. “Whatever happened shouldn’t have ended in a death.”

The shooting also raised questions about why Tech’s campus police do not carry stun guns, Stewart said.

Encounter caught on camera

A student’s cellphone video captured from a dorm room across the street shows the confrontation play out in the brightly-lit entrance to a parking garage. At least two officers have their guns drawn as Schultz walks toward them with their arms down.

A knife is not visible in the cellphone video seen by CNN.

“Come on, man, drop the knife,” one officer says. “Come on, let’s drop it,” another officer says.

Schultz walks toward them slowly and shouts, “Shoot me!”

“No, drop the knife,” the first officer says.

The officers repeatedly tell Schultz to drop the knife and one says, “Nobody wants to hurt you.” Another says, “What’s going on, man?”

More officers’ voices are heard, telling Schultz not to move and to drop the knife. Schultz pauses briefly, then takes three steps forward before being shot once and falling to the ground.

Schultz died at a hospital.

“We are all deeply saddened by what has occurred,” the Pride Alliance said in a statement on its website. “They have been the driving force behind Pride Alliance for the past two years. They pushed us to do more events and a larger variety events, and we would not be the organization we are known as without their constant hard work and dedication. Their leadership allowed us to create change across campus and in the Atlanta community.

“Scout always reminded us to think critically about the intersection of identities and how a multitude of factors play into one’s experience on Tech’s campus and beyond,” the group said. “We love you Scout and we will continue to push for change.”

The group planned an on-campus vigil for Schultz on Monday night.

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