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verdantlights · 21 days ago

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Modern AU Headcanons

For all 7 of my ocs!! :3

all of their ethnicities/nationalities are canon to the ALNST universe too, but theyre just more applicable in a modern au.

The artwork I did for each of them isnt fully colored like how i originally planned, simply because this took FUCKING FOREVER. (17 hours??? all 7 ocs just to this basic color with 17 hours and 25k strokes??? according to procreate???) and i was so ready to be done with it, ive been talking about this for like ages and i knew that if i didnt finish this before Blink Gone dropped,,,, itd never get finished.

i also have other stuff i need/want to work on in regards to my ocs SO. if the art looks half-assed, im calling it a design choice 🎀

Toki (Redone):

He'd be a dancer that runs a choreography channel on youtube and tiktok. A really popular/famous content creator.

He's Asian! (South Korean)

Fluent in English/Korean.

Would probably face a lot of controversy for making strange jokes about cannibalism, but he never stays down when cancelled. (hes so schlatt core)

He's not a horrible person in a modern au. He's relatively normal, if not for the fact that he is still an orphan and still clinically mentally ill. He's just not toxic. He still has his cunt and freak but... he just doesn't manipulate, mansplain, and manslaughter anymore.

He's only toxic and awful as hell in ALNST because of the dystopian circumstances. His toxicity is seasoning to the tragedy that is ALNST.

He is still an orphan and his first memories would be in the orphanage where he was pretty much alone. People thought he was strange.

I'd like to believe he was selectively mute for quite a long time, which was another reason why people called him strange.

Still has the habit of studying peoples behaviors and learning them entirely for his own benefit. He wouldn't use it against someone unless absolutely necessary in a modern au.

He gets adopted when he's 13 by a kind, older man. He homeschools Toki and puts him in sports and recreational activities of his choice.

Toki chooses gymnastics and dance, contorting and moving his body at his will gives him a sense of control that he always felt he was never privileged to.

He didn't start talking until he was 16. His first words were, "Thank you, dad."

As an adult, as I said above, Toki runs a choreo channel on tiktok and youtube that gets a lot of traction. He enjoys having fans because it makes him feel less alone.

He's still possessive over Inna, but it's only because Toki struggles with feeling a sense of belonging and a home to come back to, and Inna becomes that home for him.

He has a streetwear aesthetic!

Of course, Toki still has his obsessive and possessive personality, that will never go away. It ends up rearing his head towards Inna, but I'm pretty sure Inna likes it anyway, the 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴.

Didn't go to college because his socmed took off before he graduated, sustaining him really well financially.

Friends with Ichor! Travels to Korea with him sometimes, but usually prefers to stay in America since that's where he was taken to when he was adopted.

Innamorati belongs to @alien-til-i-stage <3

Clove:

He is Latino! (Dominican/Caribbean)

His right eye is a lazy eye and he wears glasses. They're silver round frames that he sometimes puts a neck chain on.

His hair is dyed the same, but the dark brown is really short and cut to be fluffy/messy while keeping his long sides/short bangs!

He has a dark academia aesthetic mixed with a little bit of cottagecore. He's a lot more comfortable in his skin in regards to his gender so he wears skirts and dresses sometimes.

Spends his time at the library a lot, enjoys library dates with Aster (and also coffee shop dates).

He is fluent in Spanish and English.

He only has his ear lobes pierced and keeps small silver studs in them at all times.

Still trans, of course! He gets top surgery and a hysterectomy in a modern au (projecting what I personally want lmao)

All of his siblings are alive, and are still all named after flowers!

His upbringing was really peaceful, if not for having a very alive and loud household with 6 kids, him included.

His parents and siblings are all incredibly accepting and they all helped pitch in to get his top surgery done for his birthday one year <3

He inherited his parents flower shop and runs it now! His parents own the parent company to the flower shop, so all 6 children own one of said shops around the state!

He majored in Biology in college.

A lot of the neglect and trauma he faced in ALNST/ANAKT was only specific to the universe. He would lead a relatively normal and peaceful life, otherwise :)

Aster belongs to @apriciticreveries <3

Horizon:

He is American!

Horizon is incredibly smart and is an astrophysicist! He took it in college and has been hyperfixated on space since he was a kid.

Is the most visibly/recognizably autistic OC out of all of my OCs. All of my OCs are neurodivergent in some way because of my own neurodivergency, but Horizon takes the cake because his modern au mother (based on Scorpius) is also autistic. She raised him to not be forced into a mask.

Scorpius is a single mom and loves space as well, teaching Horizon all about it when he was a kid. Over time she grew more distant and would only connect with her son when its about his interest in space, or in regards to what happens at NASA.

Horizon is aware of his mothers distance and neglect and wishes things could go back to when he was a kid and she wasn't so distant.

He is still a narcolept, but is medicated and in physical therapy to help combat it.

He works at NASA! He makes good money and has discovered a lot of new stars!

He's more vocal in a modern au! He'd still go nonverbal a lot, but he'd also open up more and be less distant.

He still yaps about stars and space as much as possible.

He does not have stars in his eyes. I kinda feel like that goes without saying, but he does have dark grey-blue eyes.

Fond of Seraph and likes to study it. Fully aware something is wrong with it and that it definitely does not belong in his world, but finds it intriguing all the same.

Does not have a set dress style, he mostly dresses for comfort. He does have a lot of NASA merchandise and space/galaxy themed clothing, though. (would 100% have that blue and pink galaxy wolf hoodie at one point)

Seraph:

Still not human, and I will not elaborate as to why!

Also still uses He/Hy/It (Hy/Hymn).

It's a lot creepier in a modern au, actually. This is because the dystopian setting of ALNST makes it a bit more... usual and acceptable for Seraph to be uncanny? However, in a modern au... that's not the case.

People do NOT vibe with it more often than not.

Hy is British.

He is still albino with void-like eyes.

It majors in psychology and went to the same college as Horizon. This is related to his special talent,,, but that isn't released yet. :)

Still horribly enamored with Horizon and follows him around and studies him.

Horizon doesn't mind hymn and honestly knows somethings not right with Seraph, but he doesn't really care and actually likes to study Seraph back. (and seraph couldnt be happier about it, tbh)

Not a lot changes about Seraph, in all honesty. Hy doesn't really belong in the ALNST universe, what makes you think hy'd belong in the modern universe?

The things that do change, like it's echoing voice and it's staticky/distorted laugh, are gone because it personally stopped using them.

It's style is... elegant goth with some... cyber goth? Kinda strange and hard to describe but he does understand the morals and values of goth culture and music and upholds those values.

Lowkey an anarchist but you didn't hear that from me.

He is Horizon's roommate.

Seraph likes to believe their mutual studying of each other is what a romantic relationship entails.

Horizon spoils Seraph a lot... he has to do something with the money he gets from NASA.

He still does not like animals or Ichor.

Ichor:

He is still a catboy. He's not even like... a kemonomimi. He's just a fucking catboy.

If not an actual catboy, he would be a therian and/or kemonomimi. (kemonomimi directly translates to animal ears i believe? kemonomimis are just people who enjoy wearing animal ears/tails.)

He is also Asian! (South Korean)

Has a lot of mixed aesthetics, but enjoys crossdressing (in a cute way) and ouji fashion/lolita.

Autistic with selective mutism and is nonverbal more often than not. He is fluent in both ASL and KSL as well as spoken English/Korean. This is canon to the ALNST universe, but he is fully mute in canon.

Would probably be a professional gymnast. I'm talking like Olympics... professional.

Takes the fame from being a professional gymnast and becomes a content creator to show off his impeccable fashion sense.

100% dating and smitten with Briar. I'm assuming Briar would be a doctor in a modern au (akane, you can correct me if I'm wrong), and if that's the case, then Ichor would make a bunch of "woe is me, I need a doctor" jokes to Briar.

He'd immediately go to Briar if he gets hurt during performances.

Would actually be friends with Toki!! Both as a content creator and as a gymnast. They would get along very well due to overlapping interests, even more so when Ichor learns that Toki was mute for a long time.

Sometimes takes up gigs/jobs as a Sign Translator for both KSL and ASL.

Recognized as a Fashion Idol in Korea.

Frequently travels back and forth between South Korea and America due to this. ^ (his boyfriend misses him...)

Also did not go to college! He went straight into professional gymnastics and makes a living off of it! If he could go back to school, though, he would want to study the arts!

All of his hair is naturally white! He was based off of a white Turkish Angora cat, and since his hair was dyed against his will in ALNST, that wouldn't be the case in the MAU. He's only pink in his art because that's his color <3

Briar belongs to @aakaneeee <3

Lys:

She is Creole and born and raised in Louisiana!

Fluent in both Cajun French and normal French. She was a French immersion kid! (as in she learned french as she learned english in school growing up)

An amazing cook and loves to cook for her family and friends.

Has a brother and a sister, but she is the oldest. She loves her family and is very protective over them, same with her friends.

A big party-goer and social butterfly, she is the life and light of the party. She stays humble about it, but she can't deny how nice it makes her feel that people like her so much.

Dominates karaoke like it's no ones business. She loves singing and was in the church choir growing up.

She grew up Catholic, but is currently Agnostic.

Still a lesbian, and is very open about it. She is a strong advocate for LGBTQ+ rights and goes to as many Pride Parades as possible during pride month.

LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! EVEREST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her favorite way to wear her hair is super long box braids with bright colored weave, usually orange or red, but she's done the whole rainbow before!

Majors in cosmetology!

Wants to be a fashion designer, and is also building a socmed presence!! Her childhood dream was to work at Hollywood as a SFX/Makeup artist! (She still kinda does, but is okay with working for any movie company, honestly)

Has a streetwear and Y2K aesthetic! She likes to explore a bunch of other fashion cultures, but normally ends up falling back to those two as a base/familiar ground.

Is really good friends with Clove! She knows him through Everest, who had befriended him in overlapping college courses. Clove approached Everest and became friends with him before she introduced Clove to Lys. They all like to hang out together :]

Everest:

She is Australiannnnn!!!!

Still albino!

She does have the sensitive skin and eyesight in the modern world, though. She is not genetically modified, therefore she has really powerful glasses and is covered a lot.

Wears a lot of loose flowy clothing and big sunhats to protect himself from the sun.

Also still intersex!

Still feels 60% femme and 40% masc with very little in between. Doesn't mind being referred to as androgyne, but prefers either or, rather than in between.

She is sapphic and horribly in love with her girlfriend, Lys.

Is a lot less morally grey in a modern au and is a lot more like Luna Lovegood, one of her inspirations.

His morality in ALNST comes from the dystopian setting, being used as a toy for the segyein after winning, and being a pet in general. Since that doesn't happen in the modern day, he doesn't have that trauma to influence him.

She takes second place on most visibly autistic. (Ichor takes third)

Majored in Chemistry and wants to be a chemist.

Has overlapping classes with Clove and is friends with him!

Comes from a pretty wealthy family and was raised prim and proper. Her parents believed she'd be better off presenting as a boy, but once she realized her autonomy, she refused it entirely and told her parents that she will live how she wants and that her body is hers to dictate.

Her parents don't like that she switches back and forth between masc and femme, but she could not give less of a fuck and honestly does it a little bit out of spite.

He still loves his parents... kinda. He has the mentality of "they gave me life and raised me, I should be grateful andlove them all the same." He just wishes they weren't so bitchy over his body and what he does with it. They can't say anything either considering he plans on being a chemist, and they're both very fond of the idea that their child is smart and will bring in more money.

They're also lowkey homophobic and only give Lys a pass because they see Everest as a boy more often than not. They still don't quite like Lys because she is a full lesbian/sapphic and sees Ever as femme.

Enjoys travelling a lot!!

Has a socmed presence through Lys and appears as a duo with her a lot. People love them together and give them a lot of the stereo contrasting ship types (fire/ice, blue/red, black/white, etc)

It not famous on her own! I don't think she would actively seek out a socmed presence of her own and would be content with being featured on Lys' socmed. He was only famous in ALNST for winning s36, he did not ask for that.

thats about it!! sorry its so long, but... i love my children... so...

anyways, taglist!! no pressure to respond <3 @rockwgooglyeyes @bluemoonscape @tsukacchako @starry-skiez @junebluues @yunoftheclouds @waterydream @pwippy @ivanttakethis @nottoonedin

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benjineedssleep · 1 month ago

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a very long intro to a very long sambastian fic

before anyone gets baited and upset with me, i have to get this out of the way and say this fic is not out yet. i'm still writing it! but it does currently stand at **93k** words and has plenty of life left in it. with that said, if you wanna join the ride and see this fic come together (now that i'm finally ready to talk about it...) this post is for you!!!

BUT BEFORE WE DO THAT, while the fic itself not heavy on the 18+ content (most of it merely suggestive) it still has it. as a result, i'm kindly reiterating that this is an 18+ blog and for minors to not interact!!! this place is not safe for you!!! thank you...

NOW ONTO THE POST *KISS* *KISS* *KISS*

so benji, what's the fic about?

amazing question. come 'ere. closer... closer... okay! right there is good! let's not good too personal. *clears throat* IT'S ABOUT SAM AND SEBASTIAN STARDEW VALLEY!!! but more importantly, the fic is a slow burn and goes through almost every single part of their relationship until the final payoff. here's a quick summary:

sam spent summers in stardew valley when he was a kid and sebastian was his best friend. sebastian doesn't remember any of this. frankly, sebastian doesn't remember most of his childhood, not even the stupid shit he and abigail did that solidified their friendship. he just remembers the pain, the isolation, and the way everyone in town looked at him when he passed them by. he's grown content with the idea no one likes him, and ever would, until sam shows up at his door on his first day back in nearly a decade, and wants to be friends again.

or, alternatively, sam makes sebastian realize why exactly people move to stardew valley in the first place.

well, is it just sambastian? that's kinda boring.

tch, no. what do i look like? this fic is going to have a number of other pairings, platonic and romantic. even if your pairing isn't explicitly romantic in the fic, or not endgame, you will be fed well. trust me.

i'm talking platonic soulmates sebastian and abby, catty besties sebastian and haley, gay and confused sebastian and alex, haley/abby, seb + robin, seb + emily, seb + maru and more. Don't forget about all the trios. ass trio? gotchu. haley + seb + abby? gotchu. robin + maru + seb? i gotchu!!!

The characters in this fic are treated like human beings, more than just plot devices that push along the development of the main pairing. (and that's the way it should be, if you ask me.)

you said this fic is 18+ does that mean it's really nsfw?

no. that's the short answer. there are a couple of sexually explicit scenes but they are a) what i would consider "light smut" and b) solely there for the plot. if i expand on anything, which i have, it will not be in the main fic. it'll be posted elsewhere in a collection of fic-canon one shots and such. those things will not be prioritized though.

when will the fic be posted?

the fic will not be posted until i'm completely done with it. i've been in fandom spaces since i was 12-years-old and the stress that updating brings stunts my creativity. i've since learned from my mistakes and as this all started off as a passion project of mine, it's going to continue to be that way until i see it through.

with that said, i've been working on this fic since august and have more than half of it completed. the fic is set to end in fall year two and i'm currently at the end of winter year one. winter is also the bulkiest season in the entire fic, and currently makes up half of the word count. so we're in the home stretch at this point.

i still cannot give you a solid timeline but at the rate i'm working, and taking into consideration i'm a full-time college student with a part-time job and well, a life, i'm gonna say drafting will be done by the end of the year. from that point on i'll be writing additional chapters for the beginning of the fic (and where needed), revising, editing, and getting in secondary beta reads from my friends. that seems like a lot of work but the hardest part is getting words on the page. and i'm already more than halfway done with that!!!

so are we just... getting nothing?

lies! lies and untruths! i wouldn't be making this post if you weren't getting anything. for a matter of fact, there's already a post out! it's about writing a character's style into a story! (and since drafting this, there's another!)

now, the deal here is that while i'm working on the fic, we get to talk about it and hype it up. i really do work on excitement and hype and my friends Robyn, @itslc123, and @bitterpoison have really been here for me since the beginning, before this fic meant anything at all. So yeah, shout out to y'all. I love you so much =((( /pos

anyways!!! whether this gains traction or not, i'll be periodically posting my favorite bits of the fic, ideas, frustrations, and overall just bringing anyone who cares along on my train of thought.

i'm also trying my fuckin' hardest to be more involved in fandom spaces as i've been on the sidelines for much much much too long. so please, babble to me. share your ideas, headcanons for the fic, anything really. i don't bite! i'm just scared of... social interaction LOL

where will this be posted?

ao3! and it won't be posted anywhere else so don't ask.

do we get any extra goodies with the fic?

yes you do!!! because i can't do anything normally!!! if you know nothing about me, music is my special interest and pretty much everything i do revolves around it. as a result, you will be getting tons of playlists to go along with this fic. a general fic playlist, a playlist for certain scenes, a playlist for certain characters... YOU GET THEM ALL!!! I might sneak some other things in there as well. what it'll be? i dunno, but we shall absolutely see how far my brain goes and how committed i am to this fic + fandom.

once it's done, how will things go?

you're thinking real far ahead here, like, 2025 far, but it's okay. you're just a little excited AND SO AM I!!!

but in all seriousness, once the fic is completely finished, i'll be uploading it chapter by chapter to ao3. since it'll be complete, you can expect frequent and consistent updates. and the chapters will be thick for the most part. the average chapter length once it gets into the meat of the plot (about 20k words in) is 2.5-6k words long. but right now there's a super long, super important chapter that's 13k words long! trust and believe that you guys will be fed so very well.

is there anything else you have to say?

not that i can think of but-- OHHH THE FIC TITLE!!!

it's called "baby seasons change, but people don't" and is pulled directly from the take over, the breaks over, a fantastic song by my FAVORITE BAND EVER fall out boy. wanna know something cool about the title? a little silly? i picked it because i noticed a pattern in fob song lyrics/titles/related things being used for the titles of sambastian fics. and i wanted to keep the theme goin', so i had to do it too.

the title is subject to change, as the fic has come a long way since i first chose it, but i'm kinda sentimental about it right now so... we'll see.

but that's all! i said a whole lot just now. so take a break after all that reading.

i hope to see you around friend!

xoxo benji <3

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv abigail #sdv ass trio #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #sambastian #sam x sebastian #ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #benji writes fanfic #i would actually die for them #and i am because why did i chose to write a slow burn #im dying like our crops in winter

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sphaxcca · 5 months ago

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My Candy Love New Gen ep. 4 Review

Here I am after finishing the last episode of MCL New Gen ready to give my honest and unasked opinion about it. Fasten your seatbelts cause we are about to start and i'm not gonna be gentle

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT...

So the episode opens with Elenda who's basically trying to drag us so bad to the Cosey Bear because apparently Castiel was serving there ( No judgement toward Elenda, i wanted to see my husband too). Unfortunately for me and her, he already had left when we showed up to the Cafe. >3>.

Seeing Lynn animated was so cute and a little bit nostalgic but nothing compared to the GASP I emitted when she started talking to Thomas and he told her he was in love with her. GEEEEZ, now i get why that kid was a pain in the ass and RUINED my pic-nic date with Tomato head, THE DOTS CONNECTED. Btw it was a very cute scene and a tribute to Iris that I hope she will show up in Thomas' route.

Moving on, inspired by Thomas' love confession, everybody starts talking about their love life (expected since the episode's name is hearts looking for love). And this is where things went horribly cringe and outrageous: Ofc i'm not talking about Elenda and Devon ( It was cute to know that she had a crush on Devon and, about him, a little peak to where the story is possibly going to lead - a busy man that works his ass off so bad for Devenementiel and has no time to date)or Amanda but about ROY and BRUNE.

Hoooooly shit, the chill of second hand embarassment that I got just by reading the interractions between these two was undescribable I swear( Elenda became basically my guide spirit: her reaction was the same i had. ). Everything was so outofcontext and nonsense that I'm actually wondering why Beemov decided it was a great idea to give space to something so....childish? I mean, we're talking about (almost) 30yo people.. and they got together because they were...desperate??????? - "Yeah with my exes things weren't doing good so we decided to date even tho we don't talk, don't touch and fell uncomfortable with each other" - COOOME ON, BFR, you guys ok? Also, I really hope that we're gonna discover something deeper about Roy (or that he's going to get a development at least) that makes him more that what i can pick up and feel from him right now: childish Gymrat fixed on pool that give us nothing. I'm genuine deluded about the way they handled this.

Moving on to JASON PART. He basically shows up when we're still talking sitted by the table. I was obviously expecting the part where he was going to be pointed out as a "womanizer" but what I DID NOT EXPECT was the reaction he had when he overhears our conversation: I felt him being sarcastic as usual but at the end i felt he was kinda....hurt??? idk if you get what i mean, he literally said he had REASONS why he doesn't want to be in full term relationship and this opens my mind to an INFINITE AMOUNT OF THEORIES

Connected to what I've read on some theories here, someone said it's because of the condition ( or the pathology) that made his hair go white...

This is a really good point but I genuine think about something else that is connected to this and the SHOCK NUMBER 2: Why Devenementiel hates Jason so much?

Apparently our "proud and superior" man with an incredible fragile ego had PLAGIARIZED the project the would have helped Devon to found Devenementiel and, because of that, he was fired and disqualified by the contest. So...first things first: PIECE OF SHIT. Secondly, I genuine would have never thought about him doing something like this and that's the reason why i don't think he did it because he wanted to but perphaps he WAS PUSHED to do so.

Another theorie said that probably he was helped by a third person that played dirty and suggested him the same project Devon did

And I have to admit that this is something very likely, but stil don't really convince me too much.

We can clearly see that Jason has a lot of money, A LOT, and by the way he has so much money i'm assuming he comes from a family that at least has the same amount of capital he has now. We got told that he was basically working as an employer (if i remember correctly) so why trying to steal something from others if you are satisfied and don't need a job? perhaps because you NEED that first place to REDEEM yourself and PROVE someone wrong at least so that.. THE END JUSTIFIES THE MEANS. That's where his family and the white hair make their part: A Dad Ceo that basically disgraced his Son because he couldn't follow or keep up with the family business or - he wasn't good enough- for the role ( and that's why the white hair, because of the stress) . Another thing that might prove this is the fact that Devon told us that he had "private investors" and...i mean, if you're broke, i don't think you can find them just by snapping your fingers and make them appear in front of you, especially when you get fired and disqualified in a competition. He could have use the "family" name and hi charisma to persuade the investors to help him found Goldreamz. And THIS leads me to the last point: Why no long term relationship? Because his family has to end with him and he's scared of the consequences that a partner can have in his life. This reminded me so much Simon from Bridgerton btw. So yeah...I might be wrong (99%) but i want to think that he's a piece of shit just because he's hurt.

His special scene was normal i guess, i love the way my candy was looking at the instagram photos be like - "i'm just studying the enemy...not doing something wrong..maybe".

In the end i decided to try for the Thomas illustration and nothing to complain about, the scene was genuine one of the most cute one in the game so fare and the ilusstration 10/10 chef's kiss and handshake by the president.

#mcl new gen #amour sucre #my candy love #my candy love new gen #mcl #mcl jason #amor doce #beemoov #dolce flirt #corazón de melón #mcl new gen review #amour sucre new gen #corazon de melon new gen #mcl roy #mcl devon #mcl amanda #mcl thomas

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miguel-manbemel · 1 year ago

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I've been in the Thomas Sanders fandom for almost nine years now. That means I was there way before Sanders Sides, and that at this point I'll remain following him way after Sanders Sides is over. That doesn't make me better or worse than anyone else, but I think that that gives me a little bit of right to speak my opinion, and I'm gonna do it, because I've been holding it back for far too long when I've seen so much bullshit all around, especially on Tumblr, and I can't help it anymore. I need to speak and I'm gonna speak, no matter who likes what I say and no matter who's bothered by what I say.

Sanders Sides started in October 2016, but it didn't get truly big until 2017. And 2017 was "Fander year", it was the year Thomas was most prolific and released the highest amount of work: the bulk of season 1 and a big chunk of season 2 of Sanders Sides, and to that we have to add the first episode of Cartoon Therapy, the last few Vines before it was shut down and a production of shorts comparable of his big years on Vine, and to that we add the vlogs, the music, his big projects like Bizardvaark, etc. And back then at the beginning it was Thomas alone, Joan and Talyn joined around February, March, and it was only the three of them the rest of the year and part of 2018. They worked their asses off for these months, to the point that all the three of them with no exception ended up getting sick. Joan even had to go through hospital and Talyn was eventually forced to retire altogether because of the complications stress caused in his Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Not to mention that Thomas and the others spent literal sleepless nights editing Sanders Sides, the record being 36 consecutive hours of editing without sleep so that he could release a Sanders Sides episode faster (I think it was Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning). I don't know if some people here know it, but Thomas has confessed to be a little bit workaholic, and we all know he's a perfectionist in his work, he will only release what he considers is the best for him when it's ready, nothing more nothing less.

There's people that, sure, have praised Thomas beyond what is considered healthy and that have been assholes with other people who had constructive criticisms (and not all criticism has been constructive), but certainly, specially on Tumblr, there's people who don't know the meaning of the word "fair judgment" and vent all their personal frustrations onto Thomas like he was responsible of all evils in the world. If excessive positivity is toxic, excessive negativity is toxic too, and also damaging, not to mention potencially a crime of libel if they go too far and start damaging his reputation and good name with lies. I'm still seeing people talking about the animator thing like they know first person what happened, saying happily that Thomas "didn't pay the animators", like it was something true and a fact. The animators did not even get to a unified unique conclusion about anything. Some of the animators got mad and left the fandom immediately, others stayed to literally bitch around and criticize (and some caused more harm in the process than anything they were accusing Thomas and team of doing)... while other animators remain in good terms with Thomas and still follow him with the same passion, and also there are animators that called out other animators for their toxicity while the work was in progress. It's time to set things clear: the animators were paid what they signed in their contracts, they said that and they recognized that without exception. It was their own responsibility to read such contracts and investigate the internet and what is considered a good amount of payment, they should have done that beforehand and not sign if they didn't agree, because once they signed, they're bound and they have no right to complain because they agreed to that salary and it looked okay for them before signing, otherwise they wouldn't have, that's something even some animators said. So please, stop using that to spread hatred on Thomas. Not even the whole bunch of the animators supports you on this, and clearly if you weren't there you have no word to say. Officially, a portion of the animators spoke to the team, and ammended things privately, that was what was published and that is where it should have ended five years ago. So the rest of the world should just shut up about it. This is not and should not be treated as a reality show because it has nothing public at all. This is something private between the animators and the team, and third persons should not use it as an excuse to spread hoaxes and hatred against the team. Stop it already and mind your own business.

That was one thing I wanted to let out, but the other thing is about the people complaining, and complaining, and complaining about how they don't get the content THEY want faster. I'm talking about those who think Thomas should do Sanders Sides and nothing else, because "it's what Patrons pay for", "it's his biggest source of income", "blah, blah, blah"... I am a Patron, and I know what I signed for when I joined Patron: "more content, more frequently", nowhere in that sentence it is mentioned it would be Sanders Sides only, or even mainly and if anyone read that it's something they assumed on their own, not the reality and certainly not binding. We've gone through a drought of content because there was a pandemic, in case anyone didn't notice. But he's releasing more content now, in all platforms, so he's commiting to his promise about Patreon. My money is well spent and I won't let anyone say otherwise. Please, kindly refrain to speak in my name as a Patron, thank you. If any other feels differently and is on Patreon, he's always free to unsubscribe when he wants, but don't repeat the lie that you "subscribed because he promised more Sanders Sides more frequently", because that's literally a falsehood. And speaking about Patreon and the "writer's tier", I don't know what you think the writer's room is about. The team only gives the writer light suggestions about what jokes could work well or things that could be featured specifically as ideas for the script, they don't get any power of decission in the plot and they don't even get to know the plot at all because the questions are vague. Don't give so much importance to the writer's room, because i's nothing of the other world, despite some people trying to make it a bigger issue than it is, usually people who are not even in the writer's room and therefore don't know what they're talking about, as usual. About the "Sanders Sides being his biggest source of income and therefore, he should stick to that"... well, sorry to break it to you, but have you been around his TikTok recently? He has recently released a Storytime short and a Misleading Compliment short, and the audience went literally crazy, and the new sketch videos are working like charm. Sanders Sides might be a huge success of his, but his short videos (the 10 seconds long and the 4 minutes long) are, and will always be, his biggest source of fame, they've always been since Vine. Remember, he has 10 million followers on TikTok, almost triple his YouTube follower count. And from these 10 million followers, not so many even know what Sanders Sides is because they didn't follow him on YouTube. You have to deal with the fact that Thomas could cancel Sanders Sides today, and he'd still have a very decent lifelihood thanks to the short videos. He makes Sanders Sides because he wants to and because it's a personal project of his. It's you who's in desperate need of Sanders Sides, not him, stop projecting.

Where am I going with this? It is okay to dislike Thomas, no one forces you to like him, and it's okay if his type of humor is not for you anymore. But you are not the center of the universe. There are still millions of people who enjoy what he makes whatever it is, and Thomas is not there to give you the content you want all the time like a video-making-machine. He's not going back to 2017-2018 when he literally destroyed his health with too much work. I know a lot of Fanders joined the fandom at that time, got used to that rythm of releases and miss it, but that time is not coming back, because above else, Thomas and his team are human beings, not slaves at your service and their mental an physical health is more important than your need for entertainment. If you can't accept that, you should seriously consider moving forward to other forms of entertainment that are more of your liking. And moving forward means moving forward completely, not going back and forth publishing insulting or condescending posts against Thomas and his team that are not gonna help you get content faster. Just because you are an "addict" to Sanders Sides (if you were just "invested", you wouldn't get to some extents I've seen some people get to) and didn't get served your daily dose of hyperfixation, that gives you no right to bitch around against the creators. It's your responsiblity to look for your own sources of entertainment wherever you can find them, but you have no right to demand anyone to make anything for you, because this is internet, not an a la carte restaurant. You have plenty of content created by hundreds of content creators anywhere, just choose it and consume it. But don't forget it's content creators who decide what, where and when they create anything, not the audience. The right of the audience is to like whatever or not, to follow whoever or not. It's not your business how he runs his business or his working schedules, because that's private. You only have a right to consume the final product, not to control every step of the production, and it's time some people start remembering this and pump the brakes with their attitude.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides

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lokisasylum · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry but 🐰 is so FAKE!

"My future changed because of it. If I hadn't done this project I would probably still be in bed, eating and watching cartoons"?????

As if he and everyone at Hybe didn't know since months PRIOR how his debut was gonna go down, like that Hybe staff (and Jimin anti) that got caught on DC Gallery talking smack during Jimin's debut about JK's single, because they all knew it had already been BOUGHT thanks to 🛴 & Bongo.

[Reminder that ALL Suchwita episodes are pre-recorded months PRIOR to present events]

Also the way he stated:

"I'm Korean , but I'd like to be the one and only singer who can cross back and forth between k pop and pop songs I'm gonna conquer all genres if I could " "one and only singer"... one and only singer to do WHAT when OTHERS have already done it BEFORE YOU??? (Shinhwa? Ailee??? Hello???) He'll never be the "first and only", "one and only", JUST THE PRIVILEGED ONE.

But you know what really gets on my tits? Its the way he toyed with the fandom's emotions through vlive acting out this story of the mistreated, neglected member that was too scared to ask the company for permission to come on vlive to talk to army, so he asked one of his hyungs to cover for him and "take the blame".

And then continued his little sob-story of "Oh I haven't left my apartment in over 3 weeks. All I do is eat takeout and sleep and play with my dog 🥹 please pity me." Getting so drunk that he passed out like twice (with a whole ass candle still lit) and coincidentally SOMEONE who was already inside the apartment would turn off the live (IF there was a staff with him at all times while recording, why did they let him get so drunk to the point of passing out? )

Then came the rebellious, child tantrums at his own hyungs asking him to take it easy with the drinking live (consequentially bringing hate against said members and his solo stans applauding this behavior as him "standing up for himself & doing what he wants" and how "respect has to be earned").

Then came the sasaeng scare, the "Please don't follow me to the gym where I work out every day, that scares me buuhuu 😭." And again getting drunk "to show how upset he is" by the whole situation, causing more unnecessary concern (a.k.a creating morbid anticipation and more people tuning in to the circus show).

But the live that really took the cake was when he first failed to hide the very obvious vape that was literally on top of the table in a very obvious pink color (like his hoodie) that many quickly identified, then another sob story, then FINALLY came the TEARS, acting like he was about to say goodbye to the fandom for the last time with the perfectly executed: "Please be happy, even if I'm not here." before ending the live and sending the fandom into a frenzy of "omg poor kookie, he's suffering so much" and "omg what if he harms himself???"

Everyone was SHITTING themselves on the TL, expecting the worst to happen.... only for Hybe to share a post from CK with a clip ready to announce that JK had been named Global Bran Ambassador to CK, with this huge promo, a whole ass video, photos, posters, an interview, the whole she-bang.

And suddenly... he was fine? Did another live like NOTHING happened? And the ones that followed??? Suddenly he was this refined model for CK that actually gave a shit about his image? Ya'll cannot convince me that this man was not gaslighting the FUCK outta the fandom through this whole shit-show while 🛴& Bongo finished up securing his achievement$ & po$ition on the chart$ before officially announcing his debut (despite having announced a month prior that another member would debut instead).

Even Jimin called him out on his BS during that live in the car after one of the music shows where outta the blue he interrupted the live saying he was gonna go watch Jimin perform live, as if he didn't know that Jimin's promotions had ended that very day.

Like atp I just feel pity for his stans 'cause they're SO NAIVE that they believe everything he says to the point of creating this false narrative that JK was the one who actually got sabotaged on his debut and received the shortest debut/promo time compared to Jimin. When the cold hard truth is that everything he got was thanks to all the MONEY 🛴 & Hybe invested on him.

#I'm sorry I know Jimin loves these dudes but it needs to be said #they've been gaslighting the fandom since those final concerts in Las Vegas #first it was namgi with the whole obsession with grammys #then SG lying on vlive about having done crossfit with the others and accusing armys of making it up

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sebastiansvertebrae · 1 month ago

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Once more to see you

Chapter 1: Life flashing

Second chapter

2,200 words long

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Hello it's been awhile since I published FanFiction on Tumblr so if I'm not using the correct layout I'm sorry if you like it you can send me asks about it also all of these are posted on A03 before they're posted on Tumblr the link will be included with every chapter have fun

I think my family is Fuckkig cursed.

Dad died when I was like three. At least I think so. The last picture that I found of him was when I was three so yeah. I don't remember anything about him. And nobody seems to want to talk about him either. Maybe he was an ass.

Early tragedy but the rest of my family was pretty okay. For a while.

Mom worked hard to raise us right, always prioritizing us. She would spend her day at work and come home to work even harder. Homework, housework I don't think she ever got to have a social life. But we were enough for her. She used to say. I wish I noticed how much she was running herself ragged before.

Maybe that's why she was so strict on us. curfew, homework, chores, Church. and Maria was the one who resisted the most. Funny they say the middle is the most rebellious. Maria was an exception. She was impulsive, got into fights and even got arrested once. She was also the first one to say that she had stopped believing. And started skipping Church. I remember her and Mom arguing pretty regularly when she still lived in the house. İt was kind of scary.

So I retreated into my older brother's room where the computer was but also where the guitar was where the posters was and I still remember that wretched smell of cologne and my mom's old eyeliners the Hot topic shirts and him in the middle of it always ready to welcome me always ready to let me join in on his fun.

Sebastian, my older brother.

He was always there even more than my mother. When Mom was at work and Maria was hanging out with her friends he was there with me. He helped me make my club penguin account. He showed me how to Pirate games. He played on the computer with me. He even sometimes took me out on town when I started Middle School. His friends liked me. I felt like I was a part of the big kids.

When we were having fun I tried to record everything with his phone and the family camera. Especially when he was playing his guitar. I even sometimes join in with my horrible singing. I wanted to send them somewhere, maybe we would become Stars I imagined. He just laughed and said that he will get on to it he never did.

When I got my own phone when I started Middle School. I took it up to 11. Taking pictures and recording everything. Every outing, every song, every joke, every funny face, every moment. And then at the end of the day I uploaded them to the computer. So that I could do it all over again. And I'm so grateful that I did.

Sebastian effortlessly excelled in almost every class. Even tutoring other kids including me. He had a fun way of explaining all the topics. His favorite class was physics. He told me about how he imagined building machines. His teachers said that he had the brightest future out of all of us.

He did not have many friends but the friends he had were incredible. All of them were driven like him. I remember they were pretty nice to me when I tagged along on outings. Calling me the coolest kid they know. And praising my photography skills tells me that I might have a future in this.

And as I grew up our relationship grew up too. I started to learn more and more of his secrets. How he and his friends cheated off of each other. How his best friend was actually his boyfriend. And how much he smoked. That was always a faint smell of cigarettes as he was driving me back home. Of course I never told Mom.

When I asked him he always said It reminds me of Dad. also told me to never smoke. I'm sorry I broke that promise. I told him my own secrets too. How I had a crush on a boy. And I knew that mom wouldn't really like that. He just patted my head and said same.

I remember how he celebrated when he managed to get into that engineering program. I got a little scared that he was going to leave but it was local. And even as he was studying in a competitive program he still found time for me.

He was the perfect brother at least to me. My life was perfect, everything was perfect. But it didn't stay that way. İt couldn't stay that way. Everyday I pray to a god that I no longer believe to take me back.

I barely remember the last night before everything. We probably played some games before he went to that party. I remember him and Mom were discussing something but I don't really remember. I was spending time with my club penguin boyfriend. I wish I could hug him for the last time.

And then the hell started at that 3:00 a.m. police call. I remember my mom's shaky voice. And how there was no light in her eyes. When she turned to look at me after the call only whispering nine people.

And then I remember the smell of that room. Looking at him in that orange uniform his hands cuffed. He begged us to believe that he was innocent. I remember he cried, I cried, we all cried as a family. Mom promised that we were going to find a way out of this.

İn the next thing the hammer was hit the sentence was given. The fuckkig death sentence. I barely remember jumping out of that podium. Running to him as they're taking him away. Begging them, pleading with them. I tried to hug him and they pushed me away. I couldn't save him and I never saw him again.

I think I blocked out the rest of the ordeal. I just remembered the emotions but not. The events. I remember feeling stuck. Not being able to pick up a camera or take a picture. Waking up in a cold sweat remembering everything. And Mom wasn't any better. I watched her deteriorate. Get more and more obsessed with the case. Even if he was gone she wanted to prove his innocence. And of course Maria was nowhere to be seen.

The school kind of forced me to get counseling. And I could fear that everybody feared me. The other kids started avoiding me. My friends basically abandoned me. The counselor kind of helped me. I told everything to him. I even came out to him.

And that son of a b**** outed me so everybody hated me even more. I picked up smoking. I promised him but smell. The smell took me back. Took me back to a simple time where we just drove around town. Chatting about random stuff. İt felt like he was there with me again.

I lived like that for 2 years. The world moved on and it kept spinning. I continued getting okay grades. I kept out of trouble. I tried to be like Sebastian. This is what he would have wanted right? But one day when I was smoking after school another boy smoked with me. We got to chatting. He was from the neighboring private schooll. And then we were making out in his car.

Chris, my first real lboyfriend. He introduced me to his friends. And we all started hanging out. That was a mistake. I can see that now. They were rich kids with no consequences. But for the first time in a long time I felt happy. Even as we committed Petty crimes and drove over the speed limit.

Shortly after my 15th birthday my mom did it and she proved his innocence. I was on court that day but she didn't look happy. İt was too little too late. İnstead of this made her snap more. After that day she started planning something else. And I was too busy having fun with my new friends to notice.

Just before my 16th birthday. My mom killed Sebastian's lawyer. Brutally, violently, slowly. And she was on court on my 16th birthday. She pleaded guilty. Talking about how this was God's punishment. And God told her to do it. She didn't even get a lawyer; they gave her life.

I wasn't there. I was getting drunk and smoking weed with Chris and his friends. But Maria told me and shortly after she took custody of me moving back home. We didn't have much of a relationship before now we had none. She wasn't even home that much spending most of her time at her job. But she left me a credit card and an empty house.

So I spent all of my time with Chris as we grew up we got more and more hardcore. I had my first line of coke when I was 18. And before I turned 19 I had basically tried every drug under the sun. But they never had me but they never let me have too much. He told me that I became a buzzkill. Constantly talking about My Dead brother.

So I was always trip watching. I was looking out for the cops as they partied and committed crimes. And then they returned home to their loving Rich families. And I returned home to an empty house. I sometimes smuggled hallucinogens into the house. Bought Sebastian's favorite cologne. Bathing in the cologne and taking the hallucinogens. And then I could see him again. I could talk to him again. And for a moment everything felt right again.

But of course the trip ended when I woke up and I felt even more miserable. So I returned to Chris's house just to get more. I did everything he wanted just to get more. But I still blame myself for what I did. For agreeing to do it. They all got bailed out. I spent my 21st birthday in jail.

And I was in a courtroom again. As my charges were laid out. I plead guilty. I know what I did and I know the high security prison is what I deserve. So my family's curse continues. I'm sorry Sebastian. I'm sorry Mom. I'm sorry I ended up like this.

2 weeks before my 25th birthday the guys in the black suits came. They called for me. And I answered. They said that they were from Urbanshade and offered a complete pardon and ridiculous amounts of money. But it had a catch. Expendable not expected to return.

I should have refused this was a horrible idea. That will end with my death. But I stayed there and I considered it. I didn't have anything to return to. Mom in prison. Maria turned her back on the family. All of my friends have forgotten me. I have nothing to lose except my life. My worthless life that I ruined.

But I also feel something else, a weird feeling. That told me to go and told me to see. I remember my mom telling me that God spoke to us in our worst times. I thought about Sebastian again. I am older than him now. İf afterlife is real, maybe he will appreciate me dying for a good cause.

I accepted and then I was rushed away to a bus and airport another airport another bus and then a facility. I was given a briefing. Forced to put on the uncomfortable suit. With a bomb attached to my neck. And then I was in a submarine with four strangers. That I was probably going to die with.

And I'm just now realizing that my life just flashed before my eyes. Am I that scared? Even if I am then why did I come here? Why am I doing this? What would he think of me now? Throwing my life away on a feeling? Well I already ruined my life? And then I heard them say we are landing. As I felt the submarine stop. Well it was too late to return.

I slowly walked out. This was exactly what I expected. Cold and smooth. And then I heard an announcement basically the same thing as the briefing. Retrieve the crystal. Don't stray from the Path. Survive for as long as you can. I took a breath the air in here stank but at least it was better than being stuck on the submarine.

I quickly went for the Lockers in front of me. There were a lot of files I wanted to take a peek at but I knew that that would be unwise. I didn't want to die immediately after getting off so I put them away and then I heard somebody call for all of us. He had found a key card. He was an older looking man. We all huddled around the door. but before he swiped he turned. “I would like to know all of your names for communication purposes. My name Su-Jin’ No Su-Jin ”I nodded and gave out my name.

“Alejandro, Alejandro solace”

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xxlady-lunaxx · 11 months ago

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The sun and its shine | {YoriiUta}

Theme: Fluff

Note: READ THE SCREENSHOT IF YOU WANT INFO OF THIS BC I AIN'T EXPLAINING SO DON'T BE SURPRISED. /j

MODERN AU

slight KokuZan ofc 💀

procrastination>>>

also this is kinda rlly fast moving along bc it's a oneshot so... sorry bout that

"Yoriichi, do we have a project?" Michikatsu asked, looking tired as hell as he trudged down the stairs alongside his twin brother.

"Yes, why?" Yoriichi said. This time it was a History project. They were supposed to make an artistic representation of one of the World Wars for a reason nobody understood since they'd just been on the topic of something completely different.

"Wait, we do? When is it due?" Michikatsu said, suddenly looking wide awake.

His brother laughed. "In a week. Do you even know who you're working with?"

"Uhm... Sumi'?" he asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Sumiyoshi already started it for you I think."

"Oh. Great! Who's your partner?" Michikatsu asked, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen and searching the fridge for some food.

"Uhm... the girl who sits next to me always? I don't know if you know her. Her name is Uta." Yoriichi paused. "Ah, I need her contact number."

"Why, you gonna ask her out?" his brother teased, plopping down on a chair.

"No!" Yoriichi said, flushing. "I need to be able to speak to her about the project. I forgot we still didn't have each other's number's though we often work together."

"Yeah, how the hell do you do that then?"

"We just do it at school, like staying a bit later or going there early?" he said, chomping his bread rather aggressively in attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"Boringgg, how could you go to—... Wait is that why sometimes I wake up an hour late for school and you're not there??" Michikatsu said, a sudden thought striking him. "You dump me for detention to go on a book date with your girlfriend?!"

"We're not dating!! And I did wake you up but you always go back to sleep later!!" Yoriichi said, huffing. "Are Muichiro and Yuichiro awake yet? We need to drop them off to their school before we go."

Michikatsu rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, whatever." He left his bowl on the table and traipsed up the stairs shouting, "MUI AND YUI GET YOUR ASSES UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!!"

×××

"Good morning," Yoriichi said, nodding towards Uta who gave him her usual cheery smile as they sat down, waiting for the class to start.

"Good morning! How are you today?" she asked, lifting her bag and placing it on her lap, rummaging through it.

"I'm well, and you?" he said, turning his gaze to the front of the room which was full of students filing inside.

"I'm okay. Can we work on the project at lunch, maybe? I have something after school," Uta said, taking out her notebook and giving him another bright smile.

"Of course. Oh! And about that, I wanted to ask if we... could exchange numbers? We could more easily contact each other then," Yoriichi said nervously, unsure what she would say.

"Oh, sure! Ah, let me find my phone," she said, laughing and going back to searching through her bag.

"Alright," he said, taking out his own and waiting.

×××

Lunch period and everyone was filing into the cafeteria, lively chatter filling the air. (y'all guess what idk how middle school or high school is like irl except from books i've read ;-;)

Yoriichi stayed behind in class, waiting for Uta to finish packing her things.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Mhm!" She stood and the two walked to the library.

On their way there, they bumped into Muzan, who was Michikatsu's boyfriend.

"Oh, hello," Yoriichi said, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Hi." Muzan turned to Uta and stage-whispered, "Who is that? Your boyfriend?"

Yoriichi flushed. Why was it that people kept saying that??

Uta only laughed though. "No, he's not. We're only going to do a project in the library."

"But it's lunch time?" Muzan whined.

"You go eat with your boyfriend!" Uta said, sighing. "Where is he anywho?"

Muzan pointed to behind them were Michikatsu was walking down the hall.

The two turned.

"Oh, there you are," Michikatsu said, directing this to Muzan. "Let's go eat lunch. We can leave these two to their book party now."

Yoriichi sighed. "Don't cause any trouble."

"No promises!" Michikatsu said, saluting the two and dragging Muzan away with a wink.

"...Okay, let's go to the library now," Yoriichi said, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Alright!" Uta said cheerfully, not seeming bothered at all by this.

"You know Muzan then?" he asked as they made their way down the hall.

"Yep! We've known each other for, like... since we were little," Uta said, turning a corner.

"Oh? Have you met my brother before?" Yoriichi inquired, tilting his head curiously in her direction.

"I've heard of him from Muzan here and there. We never really 'met', only just seen each other or spoken when he goes to steal Muzan," she said, laughing. "Have you got the part of the project you've done so far?"

"Yes, it's in my bag," he said, patting his bag.

"Mkay! Well, we're here now. Hmm... Do you suppose we should look at more of the books?"

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It was getting late and Yoriichi trudged through the halls of the school, having stayed back to wait for Michikatsu who was in detention—who wouldn't say why he got it.

Finally—finally—Michikatsu met his brother in the hall, an annoyed look written all over his face.

"I'm finally out!" he whined.

"Yeah, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't gotten yourself in trouble again," Yoriichi said, sighing.

"Not my fault you're such a goody-two-shoes," Michikatsu huffed.

"You're the one who insists on making a lot of trouble... Shall we go now?"

"Yeah, okay."

As they walked home, Michikatsu recounted his day. At one point they'd decided to tell each other how their days went as they went home and it became a sort of tradition between the two.

"And... then I had detention and Prof. Urokodaki was being real strict again. What about you?" Michikatsu concluded, turning to his brother with a grin.

"Me? I mostly went to my classes and did my project with Uta," Yoriichi said. "Nothing quite so eventful about my day."

"Oh, Uta? Right. She and Muzan are friends," Michikatsu noted, walking backwards to look at his brother while he spoke. "Yorii'?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like Uta?"

Yoriichi spluttered and nearly tripped onto Michikatsu. "What? She's my friend! So, no, not like how you're implying," he said, flushed.

"But your face is literally redder than Muzan's eyes right now," Michikatsu said, poising his hands on his hips. "You do like her!"

"I do not!" He didn't, did he?

"Yes you do! You always look so happy when you talk about her," he said, jabbing a finger at Yoriichi's chest. "Just admit it!"

"I... I do not like her like that," Yoriichi mumbled. "Let's go home now. We're only a few blocks away," he said, moving quickly around his brother and dashing off.

×××

"Muzan!! I have something to tell you," Michikatsu hissed into his phone, glancing at his door.

"Hm? What is it, my love?" Muzan asked curiously.

"Yoriichi likes Uta!! It's so obvious but he keeps denying it. Anyways, you know Uta, do you know if she likes anyone?" Michikatsu said quickly, lowering his voice.

There was silence for a second before Muzan burst into laughter.

"What??"

"Uta was just telling me she had a crush," Muzan explained. "She said he asked for her number so they could work on their school project together or something and she went on gushing about how happy she was."

"...Yeah that's probably Yorii' then," Michikatsu said. He flopped down on his bed, his eyes still keeping a close watch on the door. He and Yoriichi shared a room, as did Muichiro and Yuichiro, so he had to be careful. Yoriichi was currently helping their younger brothers with their homework, though, so they had a little time.

"Mhm. Want to do something about it?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, hearing the smirk in Muzan's voice.

"Let's set them up. Ooh! We could invite them to go on a walk and coincidentally run into each other and then I'll steal you and we'll spy on them," Muzan said.

"Alrighty. When do we go? It's literally the middle of the week," Michikatsu pointed out.

"Yeah, uhm, how about tomorrow? Wednesdays we have less class time, so we can go in the evening?" Muzan suggested.

"Great! Text me the place and I'll tell Yoriichi to go with me there for a bit."

×××

"We rarely go on walks now, it's so nice to be out just... like this!" Uta commented, smiling as she skipped along the path.

"Yeah," Muzan said, his mind on the fact that they had to be at the park in less than two minutes and they were still fifteen minutes away from it. "I'll race you there!!" he said, dashing off.

"Hey!!" Uta whined, running after him.

They got to the park, tired as hell, but they were there. A bit late, though.

Muzan spotted Michikatsu looking confused at the tree they'd said they would meet at and pointed there.

"Uta, look! It's Michi and Yoriichi," he said, pulling her there.

"I'm still tireddd," Uta pouted, but followed him.

"Oh! Funny to see you here," Michikatsu said, looking relieved.

I'm sorry we're late, Muzan mouthed.

Michikatsu shrugged.

"Yeah!!" Uta agreed to Michikatsu's previous statement. "What're you two doing here?"

"Walking. Muichiro and Yuichiro wanted to come here," Michikatsu lied, pointing to his two youngest brothers who were climbing on top of the swing structure...

"Oh! They're so grown up," Uta said, her eyes sparkling.

Yoriichi agreed.

Michikatsu and Muzan's eyes met and the two seemed to be trying to tel each other the same thing before they made loud excuses to go check on Yuichiro and Muichiro to make sure they didn't fall and break their heads.

"Hmm, hello, Yoriichi!" Uta said cheerfully.

"Hello," he said, nodding at her with a nervous smile.

"It's really pretty this evening, right?" she said, moving her hands in a wide motion in front of her as if she were displaying a work of art.

"Yes, the sunset is beautiful," Yoriichi murmured. Like Uta. She was beautiful too.

"Do you like walking outside?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"It's nice. I like the air when it's a little colder, makes you feel... alive," he commented, nodding.

"Ohh, yeah!! It's nice for a little breeze anyways. When it's warmer I get drowsier," Uta said, tapping her chin. "Your brother is very lively, you know. He's always getting into trouble."

"Mhm." Yoriichi averted his eyes. Did she like livelier people? He had never been like Michikatsu, able to jump from one person to another. He'd always been quiet and on the shyer side, afraid to speak up unless it was important or amongst people he knew and trusted.

"You seem to be a lot better at keeping calmer though!" Uta said, smiling. "You're also lots more relaxed, I think."

Yoriichi looked up. "Oh..! Thank you?" he said quietly.

She nodded. "Mhm! I can never keep too quiet and I'm too energetic. Someone told me they would tape my mouth shut if I kept talking but then Muzan told them that he would tape them to an electricity pole in the middle of a tornado and they shut up," she said, laughing. "He's too harsh but he means well."

Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. People didn't like her energy? "I... I admire your energeticness. I never know how to be that social so... I keep quieter. You have a friendly quality to yourself that I find comforting," he said, offering her a smile.

Uta stared at him for a long moment and he felt like he'd said something wrong before she tilted her head and gave him a shy smile. "I... Thank you. No one really tells me that. I only konw that they like talking to me if they don't leave," she said, laughing nervously.

"Really? I would've expected more people to compliment you..." he said, trailing off when he realized what he just said. He flushed and turned away. "Uhm... Let's go check on my brothers and Muzan. Make sure they're not causing chaos?"

Uta nodded, her smile growing and her cheeks tinted pink.

×××

Over the course of the next few weeks, Michikatsu and Muzan continued finding excuses (to not make this so detailed/j) bring Yoriichi and Uta closer together, making up random things so they have to leave them alone together or inviting them over only for Yoriichi and Uta to third-wheel them, eventually going to a different room to talk.

Somehow, neither Yoriichi nor Uta caught on with these antics no matter how obvious they were. It couldn't be more conspicious and yet Michikatsu and Muzan still managed to get by all of this with everyone but the two victim's noticing.

And finally, their work paid off.

Because they were seriously running out of ideas.

"Alright, we'll leave a note to them asking to meet at the café, right? Then... pretend Yoriichi and Uta sent them to each other, I guess?" Michikatsu said, listing it out in his head.

"Right. There's another place across the street from it we can go to to watch them," Muzan said.

"Okay! It's settled."

×××

"Uta?" Yoriichi said, surprised to actually see her there. He'd recognised her handwriting—although it looked a bit messier than usual—and had come here to meet her.

"Hi! You... wanted to meet me?" Uta said, smiling.

"Oh! I thought you wanted to see me."

They stared at each other for a second then glanced at the café they stood in front of.

×××

Inside the café, it was very noisy and they struggled to find a place to sit after ordering their drinks.

"Soo, how're you?" Yoriichi asked, tapping the table mindlessly, unsure what to say.

"I'm fine! It's such a nice day out, no?" Uta commented, her voice ringing much clearer through the noisy din.

"Mhm."

They waited a bit, their minds both on the fact that this might as well be a date.

Then, quite simutaneously, they said, "Can I tell you something?"

They started at each other for a second and then Uta laughed, causing a smile to spread on Yoriichi's face.

"You can go first," he said gently.

"We can say it at the same time?" she suggested.

Yoriichi didn't know how they would hear each other then, but he agreed.

"On the count of three," Uta said. "One, two three."

"I think I like you," Yoriichi said at the same time Uta said, "I like you."

They blinked.

Flushed, Uta said quickly, "Y...You do?"

"Yes..." Yoriichi mumbled. "V...Very much so." His cheeks were a blotchy pink and both of them averted their eyes, unsure what to say.

"Uhm... Do you want to go out?" Uta asked nervously.

"I... I would!" Yoriichi said, his eyes shining much like hers did quite often.

She laughed. "I'm so happy!"

"Me too," he said. "Me too."

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WAHHAHSHA THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY 😭

SHIT ENDING BUT YAYAYAYAY!!!

i forgot i was gonna say smth else but my stupid ass mind forgot what it was

Oh also

the title used to be "shy" bc i didn't know what to do BUT!!

i like this one better

like Yoriichi is always the sun but Uta literally is a ball of sunshine like-

#YoriiUta #kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #slight kokuzan #yoriichi tsugikuni #michikatsu tsugikuni #uta tsugikuni #uta #sillies #love them #flufffff #ds

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justatypicalwizard · 1 year ago

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 2

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate even you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 1,3k

18+, minors do not interact

It was late in the afternoon, the sun setting already, reminding you that the days would be only shorter. You sat in the library, in a personal study room. The desk was full of lengthy books, your laptop plugged in as it was on for the last five hours at least. A cup of cold coffee standing sadly on the other side of the desk.

Your workaholism took the better of you. Just a few hours ago, you were ready to give up on your extra topic to the project, but now, you are back to it. What happened?

Well, after the lecture you were confused. Time was passing by quickly and you had to finish your project. On the other hand, you felt really bad for gaining an awful reputation in Professor SHinazugawa's eyes. It really bothered you. You only wanted to study more and now, the man thought that you were a lazy ass dodger. Because of that you decided to die on that hill.

Skipping dinner, you went straight to the library. In an instant you found yourself deep in your train of thoughts, trying to work as quickly as possible. You will not only finish the project, you will also include the extra topic to it, even if it means sitting in that library forever. Luckily, it was open even at night, for dumb people who leave everything for the last minute.

Night Time came upon you. It was empty at this hour in this part. No science freaks today, apart from you. Sighing, you pushed the chair back, looked at the rest of the cold coffee and decided to get a new one. Opening the door, you made your way to the coffee machine.

Suddenly, your phone rang. Picking it up, you saw that it was Anny, you good friend.

''Hey girl, what's up?'' You heard from the other side.

Looking to the sides, you confirmed to yourself that you were the only person in this place, you could talk in peace.

''Heyyy, ughhh, don't get me started.'' You sighed.

''What happened?''

''Remember that project for Shinazugawa? Well, I fucked up today, didn't get extra time and now I'm sitting in the library, trying to look better in his eyes.'' You laughed a bit at how stupid it sounded.

''Whaaaat?'' She sounded amused.

''I had a shitty talk with him today and now he thinks I'm a lazy loser. Long story short, I try to heal my broken ego by showing him that I really have something interesting to add to that stupic assignment.'' Tapping your foot on the wooden floor, you waited for your coffee. ''I don't even know if I will make it but my ego would rather fail the whole project than give it back basic... giving the turn of events.''

''Man, you kicked yourself into some real shit.'' She gave you a snicker.

''Don't you say.''

Your small chat went on for some time.

''Ann, wait, I will take off my sweater, it's hot in here.'' Doing as you said you started to undress.

It was chilly on the outside, so in the morning, you thres a comfy, baggy sweater over yourself. It hid your form nearly completely. Now, you could finally take it off, the temperature in the library was very welcoming. Under the sweater, you had a tank top that showed off a bit more of your body.

''Yeah, I'm back.'' You started again, giving yourself a few more minutes of the break.

Little did you know that you were not the only person in the library. Out of your sight were two men. One was a tall, energetic blonde from the biology classes, the other one was your very own Professor, Shinazugawa. Both of them listen to your lame rumble.

When you found your way back to the study room, Rengoku started.

''Is that the girl you talked about today?'' He asked his friend.

''Yeah, that's the idiot.'' The white haired grumbled.

''Look, she really didn't lie like you thought.'' The blonde hummed in amusement.

''Whatever.'' Shinazugawa still studied the book he was reading.

After a while of silence Rengoku started to budge his friend more.

''I would feel guilty. I don't remember when was the last time that someone wanted to do something extra for my classes out of their own will.'' He tapped his slender fingers on the desk, like nothing happened.

''What do you want me to do?'' The white haired knew there would be no end to Rengoku rambling about this, he was very passionate about his students and would likely kiss you from top to bottom if you would be his scholar.

''Give her the time.''

''No.''

''Don't be an ass, you kill creativity and passion like that.''

''She is most likely passionate about being the magical top student.'' Shinazugawa pushed his chair back, looking at Regoku. ''I can't stand 'oh Professor this, oh Professor that' shit.''

''Did she throw herself on your desk purring 'oh Professor Shinazugawa!' hm?'' The blonde didnt give up.

''... no.''

''Then?''

''It's too late anyway.'' Shinazugawa tried to defend himself, although Rengiku had a point, you just asked and he treated you poorly just because of a snicker... that was justified.

''Write her an email that you thought it through and you changed your mind. She could at least get some sleep.'' Rengoku shrugged.

''Do you have a solution ready for every student related problem?''

''No, I just have a solution ready for your stubbornness.''

The white haired man gave him a surprised look. The normally conflict-free Rengoku talking back? Whatever.

Taking out his phone, he wrote you a quick email, giving you time until Thursday. He looked at the coveres study room. There was no way to see your form from behind the milky glass that surrounded it. He imagined you sitting there in despair, trying to squeeze the last bits of energy from yourself. You must have been bent over the desk with your head in the notebook, possibly crying.

Just as he was having his devilish thoughts you actually came out. He spotted you from between the bookshelves, you still didn't see him. You were looking for yet another book. Didn't you get his email?

Stretching your hand up high to reach the top shelf you still had your phone on, talking to someone. You were standing with your side facing the Professors. Holding your phone with your shoulder, you started to jump to reach a book that was too high. Shinazugawa still looked at you. The tank top embraced you tightly and you were comfortable in it, confident in being the only person in the room. The white haired man spotted it all, he also looked for quite a time at your bouncing boobs. Suddenly, he became aware that he was thinking about your cleavage and mentally slapped himself.

It's very unprofessional and not nice to view you like that.

''I will pretend that I didn't see it.'' Rengoku whispered, Shinazugawa looked the other way.

''Wait Ann, I got to check that, don't hang up.'' You muted yourself, seeing that you got an important notification.

''Oh shit, he changed his mind.'' You went back to your chat. ''I have time until Thursday with the project.''

''Great!'' You heard Anna cheer.

''Yeah, Mr. Grumpy returns to being Mr. Sexy'' You laughed to the phone, going back into the study room, to pack your things for the night.

Not aware that your very Professor just heard you calling him what you just called him, you happily skipped to the library door, leaving the two of them alone.

Rengoku laughed a bit, looking at his friend.

''Can't control that!'' He stated, aware, that some of his students also think like that about him.

''Yeah.'' Shinazugawa grumbled.

He knew he was handsome. It was just slightly better not to be this aware of that.

SERIES MASTERLIST

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you #college #university #college student #shinazugawa x reader #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawasanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi smut

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skzcoffee · 2 years ago

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meant 2 be | k. seungmin

Pairing: Seungmin x fem¡reader

Genre: fluff, lots of fluff

- Academic rivals to lovers trope (my favorite)

Word count: 3.1k

Synopsis: Seungmin & y/n have been silently competing against eachother academically since the beginning of college. They both try to one-up eachother in everything, absolutely everything and they always end in a tie.

Warnings: none honestly

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You had always been a high-achiever when it came to school. Well, not always but ever since you won the academic excellence award in middle school, you’ve been the top of all your classes. You even graduated as valedictorian during highschool.

To nobody's surprise, things didn't change much during college. You were still top of your class, and had the highest grades, sometimes. Your outstanding academic status was interrupted by a guy from your physics course, Seungmin Kim.

You couldn't help but silently compete against him in everything, but for some reason, he always seemed to one-up you. It frustrated you, it killed you seeing someone do better in school than you, but for some reason, there was also a part of you that admired him for his hardwork and his ambitious energy.

“Okay class, you will now be assigned your partners for your final big project before we go on break. Please come up to my desk as I call your name” You heard the professor mention in his usual slow and boring voice. It didn't help much the fact that you got absolutely no sleep the night before trying to study for your calculus exam you had that day, so you were trying to stay awake as much as possible.

The class ended and you never heard your name being called upon, so as you were about to approach the professor to ask about your partner, he called you and your classmate first. “Ms.y/l/n, Mr. Kim. May I speak with the both of you?” You two looked at each other in confusion before walking towards the professor.

“You two are probably wondering why I called on you at the last minute. Well, we all know you two are the smartest and most hard-working of the class, the entire generation even. I decided to pair you two up for the final project. Your topic and dynamic is completely up to you two. Amaze me.”

The professor left the room, and you were standing in your place staring at the floor zoned out, you snapped back to reality and you looked up at Seungmin, “So, I guess we’re finally working together” you chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess we are. Do you think you could give me your number, so we can decide when to meet up and stuff…” he asked. You gave him your number and waved goodbye.

Soon after your calculus exam, you arrived home tired and a bit moody since the exam didn't go very well. You studied your ass off for that exam yet you still failed (You didn't fail, you missed 2 questions but your academic maniac brain thought it was failure). As you started to wash up to go to bed, you heard your phone vibrate a couple of times, you ignore it thinking it’s a message from your friend, but it vibrates again, so you decide to finally look at your phone.

Unknown number: Hii!! Sorry for messaging you so late.

Y/N: Who is this?

Unknown number: Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Seungmin from your physics class. I said I’d text you, remember? 😓

Y/N: Oh, hi Seungmin! I’m really sorry, I'm just really tired and didn't connect the dots very well.

Seungmin from physics: Oh, you should probably rest then, I’ll talk to you tomorrow :)

Y/N: Oh, it’s no big deal Seungmin, I can talk for a bit :)

Seungmin from physics: Okay, I'll make it quick. How about we meet tomorrow afternoon at my place to get started on the project? Are you free?

Y/N: Sure, no problem. Mind sending me your address? 😅

Seungmin from physics: Right. *insert address*

Y/N: Thank you, see you tomorrow!!!

Seungmin from physics: Bye y/n, sleep well 💤

Y/N: Goodnight Seungmin :)

You were getting ready and decided to wear something comfortable to go to Seungmin’s, a hoodie and some sweatpants will do. You packed your bag and headed out the door. You typed his address on the maps app and you realized you didn't live too far from his place, just a few blocks away, so you walked over there, soon you arrived and rang the bell.

“Hi! Come on in, make yourself comfortable” He smiled.

“Thanks, where can I put my bag?” You asked, pointing at your bag.

He took your bag kindly and placed it on the couch. You looked around and noticed his apartment is actually pretty nice, it’s simple, but neat, you would've never guessed a MAN lived there.

“Have you eaten already? Are you hungry?”

“Actually, I didn't have time to eat dinner before I came…I-”

“No problem, I’ll make something for you, does pasta sound fine?”

“That would be nice, thank you.”

“Of course, you can take a seat at the dining table if you wish”

You sat down and watched as Seungmin cooked for you. That's when you realized Seungmin is a really nice boy, he’s a gentleman, smart, kind, neat and he can cook. I mean, COME ON, and he’s cute?! You stare at his cooking figure, the way he chops up vegetables and sautés them, the way he puts together your plate and his.

“All done, sorry for the wait.” He apologized as he placed the plates on the table. He sat down at the dining table right in front of you and waited for you to take a bite.

“Oh my god, this is really good!” You complimented his cooking with your mouth full, getting pasta sauce on your left cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, you got some pasta sauce on your cheek, let me clean that for you” He picked up a napkin and held your face with one hand and started wiping your cheek with the other. You looked at him and for the first time you realized, he’s kinda cute. You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

The two of you finished eating and got straight to work. You pulled out your laptop and started typing, he did the same. Then, you started working on a shared document and started to plant ideas for the project. You did an endless amount of research and so did he. It started getting late so you decided it was time to go home.

“Hey Seungmin, it’s getting pretty late I should get back home”

“I’ll walk you home” He got his jacket and put on his shoes.

“It’s okay you don't have to, it’s pretty close from here anyways”

“What if something happens to you? What would I do?”

You finally agreed to let Seungmin walk you back home. As you stepped outside you realized it was raining. Seungmin pulled out and umbrella and put it over your heads, you had to walk pretty close together to avoid getting wet, and something about being under an umbrella with him felt so, intimate. You arrived home and thanked him for the walk and the food, you had fun.

“Same time next week?” He asked as he left you on the front porch.

“Okay, fine by me. Bye Seungmin”

“Bye Y/N, goodnight.”

You went inside your home and washed up to get ready for bed as you thought about Seungmin. He wouldn't get out of your head for some odd reason. You pushed those thoughts away once again and went to sleep.

The following week you showed up to his apartment once again, this time bringing him a cup of coffee.

“Hey Seungmin, got you coffee!”

“Thank you! Come on in”

And you did this for a few weeks, you’d sometimes go two or three times a week. You didn't only get lots of work done during this time but you also got to know Seungmin a lot better. You found yourself laughing and having a good time everytime you were with Seungmin, not fully aware that you were catching feelings for the boy.

One of the days however, it seemed like a normal day of working on the project at first. You two had dinner together, made by Seungmin obviously, since it was so good, talked about life and got to work on the project. After a few hours of hard-work your eyes started to shut slowly and you ended up falling asleep on Seungmin’s couch.

“Hey y/n it’s getting pretty lat-” He noticed you were already sleeping. He didn't want to wake you up since it was already 2 am and he knew that you hadn't slept very well the past week, so he carried you to his room and tucked you in.

“You know Y/N, the more I spend time with you, the more I find myself attracted to you. I don't think I’ll be able to suppress these feelings for too long, I wish you were mine.” He whispered hoping you were deep asleep so you wouldn't hear him. He pulled out his phone and took a photo of your sleeping figure, smiled at it and went to sleep on the couch that night.

You woke up the next morning and noticed you were in an unfamiliar setting, you immediately got out of bed worried and walked out of the room and realized you had fallen asleep at Seungmin’s apartment.

“Good morning Y/N, sorry to startle you. Help yourself to some breakfast” He insisted.

“Oh, thank you. You really didn't have to” You smiled and sat down at the table.

“Y/N, what do you think about going out somewhere today? Just the two of us. I mean, we’ve been woking pretty hard these past couple of weeks, I thought maybe we could go somewhere and take a break, we deserve it” He hesitated.

“I’d love to, I just need to go to my place to wash up and change, then we can go anywhere you’d like”

“Sounds good”

You both walked back to your place, he waited for you patiently in the living room as you changed and washed up. You didn't know where you two were going today but Seungmin seemed to be wearing something simple and comfortable, yet presentable. You figured you’d do the same. You put on a lovely pair of jeans and an oversized knitted sweater to go with it.

“Where do you want to go Min?”

“Min? That’s a new one. I was thinking maybe we could go to the arcade, what do you think?”

“I like that idea, let's go”

Even though Seungmin knew how to do absolutely everything, there was one thing he couldn't do, drive. So, you offered to drive the two of you to the arcade. When you arrive there you start to play a couple of games. You totally crush him playing basketball, and air hockey, but he’s so good at the dance machine game. “He’s a good dancer” you thought, and he looked cute as hell doing it too.

“How are you so good at dancing and so bad at basketball?” You teased.

“I used to be in a dance group in high school, it’s my well kept secret. How are you so bad at dancing and so good at basketball anyways?”

“Well unlike you, I wasn't on any basketball team during high school but sometimes I’d play basketball with my dad during the weekends”

You two discovered a lot of things about eachother, and realized you and him had a lot more in common than you thought. You also found out he sings, dances and plays the guitar? How charming.

After the arcade you both went to get ice cream and went for a walk at the park nearby. You two talked some more, your fingers brushing against each other every now and then and the tension between you two was growing larger each minute that passed by. You two stopped and decided to sit down on a bench and rest a bit, you looked into each other's eyes, his eyes were glowing, so cute it resembled a cute puppy’s eyes. You immediately melted, he was so cute you couldn't take it anymore.

“Seungmin.” You looked into his glassy puppy eyes.

“Yes?”

“You-you’r-you-you’re…” You stuttered like never before it was actually incredibly embarrassing.

“Are you okay Y/N?”

“You-you-you're so cute it's not fair! I can't look into your eyes and not melt.” You cried, you couldn't tell him how you exactly felt since he made you so nervous, so you ended up blurting some stupidity out.

Seungmin’s cheeks started heating up and turned into a bright shade of pink, and his ears a burning red shade. He froze, not knowing what to say, he was a bit hesitant on making a move but then he slowly started to lean in closer to you until his nose was barely a centimeter away from yours .

“You’re pretty cute yourself Y/N” He leaned in even closer until your lips connected softly with his. Your stomach was going absolutely insane, like a billion butterflies flying around. His lips were soft and smooth, he was absolutely charming. You melted under his presence and you were completely vulnerable to his soft touch.

“I like you Y/N, I’ve buried my feelings for you for too long.”

You liked him too, it was so obvious.

“This is probably very obvious by now but, I like you too, a lot.” Your face was all red, you were barely able to get those words to come out of your mouth.

You kissed him once again. “So then, what are we, Min?”

“Boyfriend and girlfriend? If you want to be.”

You immediately nodded and hugged him. He was the cutest freaking guy ever, you could never say no to a guy like him.

“Hey min, could you send me the photos we took together? We’ll take more in a bit, now that I can kiss you in the photos'' You giggled. He sent the photos to your phone and your phone started to vibrate from the notifications. You turn your phone on just to remember how you had him saved in your contacts.

“Seungmin from physics? Seriously? After all this time we’ve spent together? You're joking, change it now!!!” He exclaimed. It was funny not gonna lie, Seungmin found it kinda funny too. Embarrassed as hell, you changed his contact name.

*Edit contact*

Name: Cute puppy guy from physics <3

“Hey! That’s still not my name Y/N!” You quickly shut him up with a kiss.

“You’re a cute puppy guy though, aren't you?”

You two spent the next couple of hours playfully arguing over his contact name on your phone and teasing each other about all the tension buildup that had been happening up to the very moment you confessed to each other.

Everything was going so well until you looked at the time and realized it was already 11pm. It was getting really late and you were getting very sleepy.

“Minnie I’m sleepy, I think we need to go home” You yawned. Seungmin knew that you had to drive home since he couldn't and you couldn't just leave the car there.

“You look so cute sleepy darling but you need to drive us home, remember?”

“Oh right, I’ll drive us home, don't worry” You widen your eyes and drop some water on your face to wake you up, it wasn't the best idea but it’s all you had at the moment. As you drove home, Seungmin was in the passenger seat on his phone. He was texting his friends about what had happened, he was so excited, literally the cutest puppy ever.

Seungmin: Oh my god guys guys guys!

Chan: What’s up Seungmin?

Seungmin: The sky, idiot.

Chan: Okay nevermind, bye.

Jisung: LMAOOO

Minho: This better be something interesting Seungmin because I am trying to sleep.

Seungmin: I have a girlfriend.

Minho: WHAT??!!??

Jisung: FINALLY 🙏 About time man.

Minho: I mean, congratulations dude. Who’s the girl??

Changbin: Let me take a guess. Ummm, is she from college?

Seungmin: Yes Bin, you know I have no life outside college.

Changbin: Alright… from physics class?

Seungmin: Yeah…

Changbin: OH MY GOD IT’S Y/N I KNEW IT

Jeongin: Damn Seungmin, really? Congrats 🎉

Felix: I mean it was so obvious 🤓☝️ Ever since they got paired together for that physics project they’ve been together NONSTOP. Y'all really think they were working the whole time??? Half the time they were probably making out.

Seungmin: Not true, we kissed for the first time just today.

Hyunjin: When is it my turn to be happy? 💔💔💔

Jeongin: I’ll take you on a date Hyunjin hyung 😍🙏

Hyunjin: Actually.. I’ll pass.

Jeongin: You just missed one hell of an opportunity.

Changbin: Stop it, I wanna hear more about you and Y/N

Seungmin: I’m here with her right now in the car so I’ll have to leave you guys hanging, I’ll tell the full story tomorrow when we meet up okay?

Changbin: DAMN IT.

Minho: I swear to god Kim Seungmin…

Seungmin: BYE GUYS😅😅😅

You were about to drop off Seungmin at his place but stopped you before you could start the car again.

“Y/N, come crash at my place, I know you're tired and if you stay you’ll get a good breakfast tomorrow morning. I know you only eat properly when you're with me.” He made those innocent cute doe puppy eyes at you making it absolutely impossible to say no.

“Fine, I’ll stay, only ‘cause you’re cute” You kissed him on the cheek before parking your car in front of the apartment complex. As you two were getting ready for bed, he couldn't help but kiss you and hug you every 5 seconds. You two couldn't stay away from each other for more than five seconds that night.

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“I'm scared Minnie, what if our project isn't good enough”

“We’re the smartest in the class, we’ll be fine. We are the perfect team, the perfect pair.” He reassured you with one last kiss before presenting your final project.

“Okay, lovebirds. It’s your turn to present.” The professor turned to his assistant who was helping with the grading. With an unusually excited voice he said:

“I put them together on purpose you know, they've been in love with each other since forever, they just needed that push to get them together. Look at me, I’m literally cupid! Now look at them… they really are meant to be.”

END

A.N: Y'all I had so much fun writing this thing, I know it's super corny and delulu and stuff but mind you I haven't been writing for very long, just reading. I hope you guys enjoyed it 'cause I definitely did 🙏

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potatothots · 11 days ago

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MY BELOVED TATO!

It's Halloween! So I'm dropping by with a little something in the spirit of the All Treats, No Tricks celebration!

🎃 - Ask a creator about a current project or WIP.

I think many of us know you for your potato reblog/reaction love, but in the summer we chatted a little about the craft of relationship building for fiction... Can you share any morsels about what you've got cooking or on the back burner?

Ahhhhhh, Aspen-spud! Sorry to get to this a few days late!

I started working on that particular story and it kept evolving. Mostly because I’m working and have a full semester of classes and I write then completely forget what I was writing. AND I KEEP DREAMING about this scene and it just…everything is different it’s so fun. I know it’s also inspired by a bunch of mob!bucky stories I’ve been seeing so far.

Here is an excerpt:

Bucky hated it. He watched you from the mezzinine of your club. You glided effortlessly through the crowd with your sequenced dress that barely covered your ass and stilletos that could either knock out a man or stab him. Your makeup and hair were perfect, even when you stopped to dance with the crowd full of sweaty bodies so close to you.

His grip on the railing tightened. It pissed him off to no end. You were so independent. It was unlike any person he’d been with before.

“You okay there, Buc?”

Bucky glanced at Steve. His long time best friend raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah,” he lied. “She’s taking too long. She wanted a meeting and yet she’s still down there playing hostess to her fucking club that has employees to do that.”

Steve caught it. He wasn’t trying to be covert about the lie, he just didn’t want to talk about it.

“I thought you said it was just a one nighter with her?” He asked, but the knowing glint in Steve’s eye said he knew.

He knew Bucky too well.

“It was. She wanted this meeting -“

“Buc, you caught feelings.”

Bucky glared at Steve. If his friend was any other man he’d back down. Hell, no one else but Sam would even suggest it.

“Fuck you, Steve.”

“I think you’d rather fuck her.”

He snapped his attention to the sound of heels clicking up the stairs.

“Drop it, punk.” He hissed over his shoulder at Steve.

Steve smirked. “Jerk.”

Bucky sneered at him, then looked back to the stairs. You were standing there, patting your face with a compact he guessed you pulled from thin air. How else could that outfit hold anything. It barely held you.

“Hi boys. We ready?” You asked, smiling brightly.

As soon as you snapped the compact shut a waitress appeared with a tray of drinks. You placed your compact on the tray and took one for yourself. Bucky noticed the other two were for him and Steve. He figured you knew his favorite drink, but Steve’s??

#bucky barnes x reader #potato answers #potato thoughts #all treats no tricks

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blimpixels · 1 year ago

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Wg comic story idea (WIP)

I thought of an idea to break in my newer OCs with a bigger story, and to properly establish Martha as a villain character as a foil for the others. Here's what I have so far.

Martha and Rose are on a "date" (Rose think's they're just hanging out) and Martha keeps berating her on her eating choices. So she keeps taking Rose's food and eating it to make fun of her because she thinks she can get away with it.

After their hangout Martha goes back home and does whatever and goes to sleep. But then she wakes up and gets ready to go to work but her pants are a little tighter and she gets pissed because she prides herself on being really fit and skinny So she swears revenge on Rose and plans to work off the fat but then she has another idea. If everyone else around her is fat, she'll seem skinny by comparison, so she doesn't have to exercise as much. (she's also a little lazy) so cut to their (Blake, Scott, Camilla, Martha) job. They work at a company that specializes in products and such concerning expansion stuff Camilla is working in her lab and Martha approaches her

"Good morning, Camilla. We have a new project for Research and Development. We're trying to combat food waste. Did you know that around 40% of all food is wasted every year?" "Yes" "Well making less food would be less profitable for our business partners, so instead we're going to develop a new product. Food won't be wasted if people eat more" "So you want me to make an appetite stimulant?" "Sort of. Yes. It'll be more of a line of food flavorings. Some for sweet foods, others for salty, etc. But we are going to use these specific ingredients in it"

Martha hands her a clipboard and Camilla reads it over "Martha, most of these are all highly addictive. There's some stuff on here I don't even recognize" "I'm just the messenger, Cami. Don't worry about the legality of it" "I'm not worried about the legality, I'm worried about the-" "Great! Get started immediately. All of your other current projects are on hold until this is complete" "…okay…"

Martha leaves the room with a devious smile on her face as Camilla gets to work on procuring the ingredients and synthesizing a sample Around a day or so later Martha checks back up on her. Camilla has a few samples ready but she hasn't tested them yet. Testers are basically volunteers that get paid a certain amount of money to test new products for the company. they're like gig workers or freelancers but they're freelancing their body to be used i guess. idk. anyways martha is a little more out of breath than usual. She gained a little more weight. like 5-10 pounds overall (which is honestly normal for most people, but not her) Camilla notices this. They both share a moment of staring at each other's bodies. Martha's clothes are a little tighter. A little more stomach. A little more ass. Camilla is currently smaller than she is. She and Scott exercise pretty regularly and cook at home most of the time.

Camilla breaks the silence "are you okay?" "I'm fine. Where are the samples?" "They're all here. I haven't tested them yet though." "Why not?" "You're supposed to do that. Aren't you the executive manager of the whole company?" "oh. Well you should've told me you needed some. I'll be right back."

Martha smiles, and leaves for a minute. She comes back, obviously pretending to be dejected. "We're all out" "all out? What do you mean? we have hundreds." "they're all busy." "busy with what? You said all of the other R&D projects are postponed" "Look, Camilla, we need to get this product out there soon before our competitors catch wind of it and develop their own formulas. It's not my fault we're out of testers. Just find someone from the department to test them. They'll be properly compensated." "But everyone else in R&D is still out from the last testing disaster. I'm the only one left!" "then you know what to do. I want some results by the end of the week. Or there will be no one left in the R&D department"

#blimp ideas

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riddikulus-writings · 4 months ago

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Distracted

Chapter 1

The mission on Corto Maltese starts off as normal as any of these missions can get

The open palmed hand that smacked into the polished top of the desk did nothing to scare Waller. Rick knew this. Nothing scared her. He wasn’t trying to, anyway, “What the fuck, Waller? Why ain’t she comin’ along?”

“I told you,” came the toneless voice, as cold as the black eyes that bore into his, “She still needs more healing time. I also have other projects lined up for Miss Cadell--”

“Bullshit,” Rick spat, “You said it yourself, we work best as a team--”

Amanda Waller’s voice snapped, the newfound point slicing through Rick’s objection, “And this is a relatively easy group of criminals!” she finished, “You are more than capable of handling them yourself without the help of Miss Cadell. And in case you need reminding, Flag, she's only been on leave for a month."

Rick flinched inwardly, remembering vividly the incident that got Cadell set on bed rest to begin with, "I haven't forgotten--"

Waller's dark eyes zeroed in on him as if she'd read his mind. "Unless you would rather I send her in lieu of you, Flag, regardless of her health status, I suggest you head out and get ready to ship.”

His nostrils flared as he stared out the open door of the helicarrier. It looked like it was about to rain. He hoped it would. A glance back inside at the group he was wrangling showed there was one still missing. He sighed and leaned on the wall. Other projects, my ass. He squinted, staring across the landing strip at the rapidly approaching shadow.

Harley. He amended with a small nod to himself. Tricolor maniac of endless blacks and blood reds and bright whites. Rick thought the new colours suited her better than that cotton candy themed bullshit she’d been on a few years back. However, he really didn’t quite like how she always had to give him a shoulder pat whenever they met. It was patronizing, and being patronized by a criminal was almost dehumanizing. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. I hope this mission goes fast.

As fast as it could without his usual second along, anyway.

“What are you doin’ back in prison, Harls?” Boomerang’s metal teeth glinted harsh in the red lights.

“I got road rage,” was the chirpy reply as she strapped herself in, “In a bank.” The words road rage stuck to the inside of Rick’s head like chewed gum to a shoe.

She glanced up from her fingernails, through the smudged windshield to check for traffic or obstacles. Making sure she was still in between the correct lines of the empty-ish street. The wipers squeaked, “I always drive like this. Calm down.”

Still, his large hand hovered over the wheel, “You’re picking at your nails--”

“And steering with my knee." she interrupted lightly, dropping the leg as her long fingers wrapped back around the base of the wheel, “Where I'm from, everyone drives like that. There? Happy?” before he could reply, she suddenly wailed on the horn, “Fuckin’ bastard child! Fuckin’ cut me off, why don’t’chya? Gonna slash your fuckin’ tires, ya’ fuckin’ cunt!”

Rick slowly unfurled his grip from the accurately nicknamed Oh Shit Handle above his head, “You need to calm down.” He mentally cursed the flat tire his truck had. He cursed it, and cursed the fact Nyx was the only other one left at Belle Reve this late at night.

Except Waller.

And Rick had decided he’d rather walk than even think about asking Waller for a ride home.

“I’ll have you know, sir, I am calm," was the happy reply, grit through teeth that were clenched around a persistent hangnail. She pulled her finger out of her mouth with a barely-there snap and spit loosely off to the side, “And I’m an excellent driver. Plus, it’s dark and storming--” thunder rolled overhead almost for emphasis, “My favourite time to drive. You’re probably lyin’ about a flat just to get inside my truck.”

Indeed, the manual transmission, copper coloured truck did pique his interests the first time he saw it, however, the front left tire on his own was in fact flat, “It’s a nice little truck. Like a toy.”

“That’s the point, Flag. But you should see my Cavalier back home. Looks like an RC car got jumped by a drug dealer. Wouldn’t even guess it belonged to me.” She pressed her foot almost flat to the floor, swerving intentionally to spray through a giant puddle in the gutter of a busy intersection.

Below him in the water, Weasel was thrashing, gasping for breath as he– it? – struggled to stay afloat. His already bugged eyes seemed to bug out more. Rick set his jaw, growling into his comm, “Did anyone check on whether Weasel could swim?”

He looked below, again, watching the Weasel sink below the choppy surface. With a sigh, and one last glance over the hull, he took the leap himself. Rick sliced through the water and resurfaced relatively quickly, making his way towards shore with the rest of his team. Even though he should’ve been concentrating on the now, he let his mind wander as he swam.

“Where exactly is home?” she gave him a sidelong glance and began avoiding his gaze. He continued. His voice soft against the dark halls of her condominium building. “Your cav, you said, it's back home.”

Eris Cadell’s face fell as she rested her head against the side of the open door she was standing in, “Long gone, it feels like,” she lifted her eyes to meet his. “I’ll find a new one eventually.”

He always kind of wondered what that meant. And she never did elaborate. He thinks he knows, now, but– I make it through this stupid fuckin’ mission, and she’s clearing some shit up for me, he decided, pressing his back against a rock, “Waller, we’re on the beach and dry.” Harley’s laugh pulled him out of whatever Waller said in response, and Rick did a double take, “Blackguard, get down you…” he trailed off when Blackguard began waving his arms.

“Hey, guys! Hey!”

“There’s fuckin’ soldiers everywhere!” Rick snapped, suddenly, peeking over his hiding position. The beach was lit up with row upon row of flashlights and headlights that made Rick’s heart almost stop. “Blackguard sold us out! He contacted the fucking Corto Maltese Army! Waller, we need to retreat!”

Her usually bored voice came back with more bite than usual, but still solid with authority, “Negative, Flag. The mission is too important. This is a tough group. You can make it.”

There was a soft Okey-Doke from beside Rick that he ignored, “Waller, with all due respect, we’re in the middle of a goddamn-- Harley, wait!”

Who the fuck gave her a goddamn rocket launcher?

Rick ripped the suddenly quiet comm out of his ear and threw it into the water.

He wasn’t sure what the fuck was happening after that. Almost the entire fucking beach was on fire. Bodies piling up, gunfire as loud in his ears as his heartbeat was. Fuck fuck fuck-- he pulled out his pistol and charged forward, shooting two or three soldiers before stumbling and sliding next to Harley into an alcove between two larger rocks.

Not before he got shot, though, a bullet slicing hot through his left side. In his safe spot, Rick groaned and smacked his head back into the rock he was leaned against.

#Rick Flag x oc #rick flag #colonel rick flag #rick flag x original female character #suicide squad #the suicide squad #DC comics

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panakinthedisco · 4 months ago

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PART 1 | TICKET TO RIDE ━━ Joel Miller

summary: you're the new science teacher and adviser in Sarah Miller’s class and of course, her dad couldn’t keep his eyes to his daughter’s new teacher.

author's note: contractor!joel miller is rotting in my head for months so i've got to do this. and yes, i'm putting my beatle obsession in here for funsies. this is also a mini series :)

other notes: au, elementary teacher!reader x contractor!joel, no outbreak!joel miller, sarah lives, single dad x teacher, smut but this is a slow burn romance, maybe angst? reader is a fan of the beatles and a mccartney girlie while joel is a george harrison stannie! age gap (reader is in the middle of 20s x joel miller in his 30s), sarah being a cute matchmaker to her dad!

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“Dad, wake up now! We’re going to be late for the family orientation.”

He heard Sarah yell from the bottom of the stairs, and the man groaned beneath his pillow. Is it really today? He thought, trying to open his eyes as the daylight already blinded him. Of course, Sarah had already opened the curtains—no reason for him to dose off again.

Joel Miller isn’t fond of family orientations or family day at school—either parents would give nonsensical suggestions or discuss things he didn’t bother to engage with. But of course, he was doing it for his daughter and, for some reason, parent attendance was required. Last year, he missed the family orientation due to a project he and Tommy were working on. Sarah understood that her father had a hectic schedule, but since she was the class president, her adviser asked where her father was.

Her adviser was quite old, almost in her fifties, and quite fond of Sarah. Joel felt that her teacher was intruding into their personal life, and it was getting out of hand.

He silently hoped that his daughter had a new adviser. The old woman kept pestering him about why he wasn’t with Sarah on that particular family day. The man tried his best to be polite for the sake of his daughter, but if he had the opportunity to say something rude or outright tell her to fuck off, it might be soon.

Grumpily, he vacated his bed, hurriedly grabbed his jeans and the shirt that was thrown on the dresser last night. As he went downstairs, Tommy and Sarah were already waiting for him. Like any other day, Sarah had prepared breakfast for her dad and made some black coffee. Tommy, his younger brother, greeted him while munching on toast, “Your daughter is going to kick your ass.”

Joel rolled his eyes and sat down to drink his coffee and eat his toast. A few minutes later, Sarah emerged from the kitchen, ready with her bag and books. She noticed her dad’s attire. “Dad, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” There was confusion in Joel’s voice.

Sarah playfully rolled her eyes and came closer to her dad. “You are not wearing that shirt. I already prepared a long-sleeve for you because I want you to make a good impression on my new adviser.”

“I ain’t wearing those things,” Joel said with a stern tone, trying to brush it off.

Sarah looked at her Uncle Tommy, who just shrugged his shoulders, about to laugh at the situation. Of course, her uncle wouldn’t help, but being the only girl in the house, her persuasive demeanor still prevailed, though Joel couldn’t admit it. He could see how his own daughter tried to boss him about what to wear, so he sighed heavily and replied reluctantly, “Fine, fine.” He raised both hands as if in defeat.

His daughter smiled widely and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks, Dad. And don’t worry, this will be the last time you’ll wear it.”

Joel rolled his eyes profusely because he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time. But at the back of his mind, he just wanted to be the best dad for Sarah. Fatherhood might be tiring but he’s fully aware that those meetings are important for his daughter. But at the same time, he hoped it would end his misery as PTA meetings terrified him ever since.

After breakfast and getting all ready, the Millers readied to go to the school, Joel started up his truck. Sarah, full of energy, hopped into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go, kiddo?" Joel asked, glancing at his daughter who was putting on her seat belt.

"Yup, ready." Sarah replied with a grin, adjusting her backpack.

The drive to the school was filled with the sound of the radio playing softly in the background and light conversation about Sarah’s classes and friends. The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the suburban landscape, with neatly trimmed lawns and white picket fences lining the streets..

They arrived at the school, a large brick building with ivy crawling up the sides, and a freshly painted sign that read "Riverton Middle School." The parking lot was already bustling with activity—parents chatting with each other, kids running around, and teachers directing traffic. The school grounds were well-kept, with flower beds lining the walkways and a large oak tree providing shade near the entrance and Joel noticed that they’re a lot of people. Sarah groaned loudly; “They’re a lot more of them than last year.”

“Maybe there’s a high rate of students this year.” Joel tells her, earning an agreement from his daughter. As they pulled up to the school, Sarah unbuckled her seatbelt as Joel pulled up to the curb.

"I'll hop out here and reserve some seats for us, okay?" she said, opening the door.

Joel nodded. "Good idea. I'll find a place to park and meet you inside."

Sarah quickly jumped out of the truck and dashed towards the school entrance. Joel watched her for a moment, a fond smile on his face, before turning his attention to finding a parking spot.

Navigating the busy parking lot, Joel's attention wavered for just a second, and he almost hit a young woman wearing a skirt and white long sleeves. It was pretty obvious she was either a staff member or a teacher at the school. Joel's eyes darted to the woman, and he quickly shook his senses back into place.

"Oh, damn! Sorry!" Joel called out from his window, hoping he didn't scare her too much.

The woman, looking slightly startled but quickly recovering, smiled at him and gave a thumbs-up. "No worries!"

Joel watched as she frantically ran towards the school entrance in her black high heels, her steps quick and purposeful. He sighed, blaming himself for getting distracted. It had been a long time since he'd gone out much or dated anyone. Women were complicated, and for him, dating was exhausting and should do a lot of work.

Joel finally found a parking spot near the back of the lot, squeezed his truck into the space, and turned off the engine. He sat there for a moment, collecting his thoughts, then got out and locked the door. The air was filled with the sound of laughter and conversation, the occasional bird chirping from the nearby trees. Joel took a deep breath and started walking towards the school.

The school building loomed ahead, its large windows reflecting the morning sunlight. Parents and children streamed through the front doors, greeted by the friendly staff who handed out flyers and directed them to various locations. The flower beds lining the walkways were in full bloom, adding a splash of color to the scene.

Inside the school, the hallways were decorated with student artwork and colorful posters advertising various clubs and activities. The smell of freshly polished floors mingled with the faint scent of cafeteria food. Joel made his way down the main hallway, glancing at the room numbers as he tried to find Sarah’s classroom.

As he turned a corner, he spotted the young woman from earlier. She was busy assisting parents, her white long-sleeved shirt and skirt making her stand out among the crowd. She seemed calm and efficient, helping each parent with a warm smile.

Joel approached her slowly, feeling slightly awkward but determined to get directions. As he neared, she looked up and smiled, recognizing him from their earlier encounter.

“Hello again!” You greeted cheerfully. “How can I help you?”

Joel returned the smile, though a bit sheepishly. “Hi. I’m looking for the auditorium. My daughter is Sarah Miller.”

You nodded and quickly scanned the papers you were holding. Your expression brightened with recognition. “Oh, Sarah Miller! She’s one of my students.”

Joel’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m the new adviser,” you said, extending your hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Miller.”

Joel shook your hand, feeling a mixture of relief and curiosity. “Nice to meet you too. I didn’t realize you were Sarah’s new adviser. Her adviser, Ms. Thompson was Sarah's adviser last year. ”

You nodded. “Ahh. Yes, I just started this semester because Ms. Thompson left for another school. I’m more like the temporary stand-in for Sarah’s class but then, I’m glad I’ve got to meet you personally, Mr. Miller.”

Joel smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. “Well, I’m here for family orientation. Sarah’s already inside, reserving seats.”

“That’s great! The auditorium is just down the hall to your left. I’ll see you both in there soon,” You said, gesturing in the direction Joel needed to go.

“Thanks,” Joel replied. He turned to head towards the auditorium but then paused. “And sorry again about earlier. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You laughed lightly. “No harm done. I’m just glad we got to properly meet. See you inside!”

Joel nodded and continued down the hallway, following your directions. As he nodded and walked away, you turned back to assist another parent. Joel, however, lingered for a moment, watching you. He couldn't help but think that the new adviser of his daughter was pretty. He noticed your efficient manner as you helped a mother with directions, your smile warm and genuine. Shaking his head slightly, he reminded himself to focus.

Joel continued down the hallway, following your directions. He passed by colorful posters advertising various school events and student artwork decorating the walls. He glanced back once more and saw you still busy, assisting parents and ensuring everything was running smoothly. Miller finds it comical on why he can’t take his eyes off of you – oh he’s going to be distracted the whole time.

He quickly left to the aisle, the smell of freshly polished floors mingled with the faint scent of cafeteria food. Joel made his way to the auditorium, where Sarah had already saved a couple of seats near the front.

"Over here, Dad!" she called, waving him over.

Joel smiled and joined her, sitting down and taking in the lively atmosphere. The auditorium was filled with families, all eagerly chatting and finding their places. The stage was set up with a podium and a large screen displaying a welcome message for the family orientation day.

Joel glanced around, taking in the scene. He still wasn’t fond of these events, but seeing Sarah’s excitement made it worthwhile. As the principal took the stage and the room quieted down, Joel settled in for what he knew would be a long morning, but one he was willing to endure for his daughter.

The bustling chatter in the auditorium began to quiet down as one of the oldest teachers, Mrs. Henderson, stepped onto the stage. She tapped the microphone lightly to get everyone's attention.

“Good morning, everyone. The meeting is about to start. Please find your seats,” Mrs. Henderson announced with a warm yet authoritative voice.

Parents and students quickly settled into their seats. Joel, sitting next to Sarah in the front row, glanced around and then looked up at the stage. He saw you standing to the side, glancing at your notes. As Mrs. Henderson finished her announcement and left the stage, you stepped forward and approached the podium.

“Good morning, parents and students,” you began, your voice clear and welcoming. “On behalf of Riverton Middle School, I’d like to extend a warm welcome to all of you. We’re delighted to see so many new faces, as well as our returning students.”

Joel watched you intently as you spoke, appreciating your poise and the genuine enthusiasm in your voice. Beside him, Sarah leaned in and whispered, “Dad, that’s my new adviser.”

Joel nodded, still focused on you. “She seems nice.”

“She’s really good at teaching science,” Sarah added, a note of admiration in her voice. “I never liked science nor biology but she’s always been patient and very interactive in class. She’s pretty cool.”

As you continued your speech, detailing the school's plans for the year and highlighting upcoming events, Joel couldn’t help but be impressed. Your confidence and dedication were evident, and it was clear you cared deeply about your students.

Before Joel could say anything more, Sarah teased him with a playful grin. “Dad, do you have a crush on my adviser?”

Joel looked at her, momentarily flustered. “What? No, I just think she seems like a great teacher.”

Sarah stifled a silent chuckle, clearly amused by her father’s reaction. Joel glanced back at you, trying to hide his embarrassment, but couldn't deny to himself that he found you quite impressive.

As your speech came to a close, you said, “Thank you all for being here today. We look forward to a fantastic year ahead, filled with learning and growth. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to reach out to any of our staff members. Enjoy the rest of the orientation.”

The audience applauded, and you stepped back from the podium, smiling at the crowd. Joel joined in the applause, feeling a renewed sense of optimism for the school year. Sarah nudged him gently, still grinning.

“You’re right,” Joel said quietly, leaning towards Sarah. “She does seem like a great teacher.”

Sarah chuckled, “Dad, you’re absolutely smitten.” After the meeting in the auditorium, the principal announced that parents and students should proceed to their respective classrooms to meet the teachers. Joel stood up alongside Sarah, who eagerly tugged at his arm.

“Come on, Dad. Let’s go meet my adviser in our classroom,” Sarah said excitedly.

Joel followed Sarah through the bustling hallways, filled with other parents and students making their way to various rooms. They saw you leading the group of parents and students towards your designated classroom, your confident demeanor helping to guide everyone smoothly through the school. As you reached the door of your classroom, you paused and turned to address the group.

“Welcome to our classroom! Please come in and find a seat,” you said warmly.

Parents and children filed into the room, finding seats at the desks or standing along the walls. The room was bright and cheerful, with large windows letting in plenty of natural light. The walls were covered in educational posters and student projects, and there was a large whiteboard at the front.

Sarah approached you with a big smile. “Hello!”

You smiled back, genuinely pleased to see her. “Hi, Sarah! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing well,” Sarah replied, her eyes shining with excitement.

As Sarah and you exchanged greetings, Joel hung back slightly, giving you both some space. But Sarah wasn’t having any of it. She grabbed her father’s arm and pulled him forward.

“By the way, this is my dad, Joel Miller,” Sarah said proudly.

You extended your hand to Joel with a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you again, Mr. Miller. We’ve already met earlier, Sarah.”

Joel shook your hand, feeling a bit awkward but trying to hide it. “My daughter speaks very highly of you, Ma’am.”

“Your daughter has always been wonderful in my class.” You said proudly to Sarah.

Sarah gave her father a mischievous grin, which made Joel look at her with confusion. Sensing an opportunity to break the ice, Sarah spoke up.

“If you ever have any problems with plumbing or anything in the house, my dad’s an expert,” she said with a cheeky smile.

You laughed lightly, clearly amused. “Sarah, you’re so sweet. I’ll definitely keep that in mind. Thank you.”

Before Joel could respond, you excused yourself as you noticed one of your fellow teachers waving you over from across the room. “Excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back,” you said, making your way towards your colleague.

As you walked away, Joel turned to Sarah, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

Sarah grinned up at her father. “Just helping you get a shot, Dad.”

Joel looked bewildered. “A shot at what?”

Sarah giggled, shaking her head. “A shot at getting to know her. She’s really nice, and you like her, don’t you?”

Joel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Sarah, I suggest you stop this but then, I appreciate the thought.”

Sarah beamed at him, feeling proud of her matchmaking attempt. “You never know, Dad.”

Joel chuckled softly, giving his daughter a gentle nudge. “Let’s get inside the classroom, Cupid.” Earning a hearty laugh from his daughter who is always fond of her father’s light teasing. As Joel and Sarah entered the classroom, Sarah led her father to a seat at the front. Joel noticed the familiar setting of desks and colorful educational posters. He settled into his seat, feeling the buzz of conversation around him.

“Hi, Joel!” a cheerful voice called out.

Joel turned to see Lisa, a blonde woman he knew from the grocery store. She gave him a bright smile. He smiled back politely, feeling a slight awkwardness.

“Hey, Lisa,” Joel replied.

As Lisa moved to find a seat with her daughter at the other side of the classroom, Sarah leaned in close and whispered, “Dad, it seems Lisa still likes you.”

Joel sighed internally. He was well aware of Lisa’s interest. He had been hired to fix the roof of her home a few months back, and since then, Lisa had made several attempts to get closer to him. She would invite him to stay for coffee, dinner, or just to chat. Some of her invitations were tempting, and he couldn't deny that. Even Tommy, his younger brother, kept urging him to give someone a chance, thinking he needed a change in his life.

But Joel wasn’t fond of romantic entanglements. His world had always been his work and Sarah. Anything more felt like an unnecessary complication. He felt that if something disrupted his already mundane life, it would cause chaos. He had gone on dates here and there, but nothing ever seemed to work out. It was as if a curse followed him when it came to finding a date

“Yeah, I know, Sarah,” Joel muttered, not wanting to delve deeper into the conversation.

Lisa took a seat a few rows back, still keeping an eye on Joel. Sarah grinned at her father, sensing the tension but also feeling a bit mischievous.

“Dad, you should give her a chance,” she said quietly. “Uncle Tommy thinks you need someone in your life. It might be nice for a change.”

Joel shook his head, trying to push away the thoughts. “It’s not that simple, Sarah.”

His mind wandered back to the few dates he had been on, none of which had led to anything meaningful. Maybe there really was a curse when it came to his love life. He was used to the routine, the predictability of his days. Introducing something—or someone—new seemed risky.

As the parents and students settled in, you entered the room, carrying a few papers. You greeted everyone with a smile and began to introduce yourself, explaining your role and what the parents could expect for the school year.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m thrilled to be your children’s adviser this year. We have a lot of exciting plans and activities lined up, and I’m looking forward to working with all of you to make this a fantastic year for our students.” The small meeting was in full swing, the parents seated in rows of chairs as you stood at the front of the classroom, guiding the discussion. The topic shifted to the election of the classroom's parent representatives.

"Now, it's time to elect the class president, vice president, secretary, and treasurer among the parents," you announced with a bright smile.

Sarah, sitting beside her father, quickly raised her hand. "I nominate my dad, Joel Miller, for president!"

Joel's eyes widened in surprise and he shook his head slightly, whispering to Sarah, "Sarah, no. I don't want to be involved in this."

But it was too late. You had already written his name on the board, "Joel Miller for president. Are there any other nominations?"

A few other parents nominated their spouses or friends, but Joel's name was the first one up there. Joel leaned over to Sarah, his voice low and urgent. "Sarah, this is a bad idea. I don’t know anything about this kind of stuff."

Sarah smiles reassuringly and winks at her father who wants to leave the classroom. "Relax, Dad. You’ll be great."

Joel sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I don't know what you’re doing here, Sarah Miller.” His daughter only smiled at him and looked around the classroom as you called the other names of the parents. The other nominations were noted, and you began announcing each nominee's name, taking a brief moment to explain the voting process.

"Alright, everyone. We'll start with the president. Please raise your hand for the candidate you support. First up, Joel Miller."

Joel’s worst fear was realized as a majority of the parents raised their hands. He noticed that many of them were familiar faces, clients who knew him from his contracting work around town. They trusted him, seeing him as a reliable and capable person.

You counted the hands and nodded. "It looks like the majority has voted for Joel Miller as our class president. Congratulations, Mr. Miller."

The room erupted in polite applause, and Joel, feeling a mix of pride and reluctance, forced a smile. He caught your eye, and you gave him an encouraging nod. Sarah then speaks out loud, “Speech!” Everyone seemed to agree, he gave a look to his daughter who seemed to be having a great time embarrassing him so he reluctantly stood up, his hands in his pocket; “Thank you, everyone. I’ll do my best to serve as your class president.”

Sarah beamed at him, clearly proud of her father. Joel sat back down, still processing what had just happened. He whispered to Sarah, “I can’t believe you did that.”

Sarah giggled. “You’ll be amazing, Dad.” As the nominations wrapped up, Joel was still reeling from his unexpected election as the president. Other familiar faces were chosen for the other positions: Mike, a friendly neighbor, was elected vice president; Linda, who worked at the local library, was elected secretary; and Carlos, another client from his contracting work, was elected treasurer.

"Thank you all for participating," you announced, signaling the end of the meeting. "I look forward to working with all of you."

The parents began to gather their things, ready to leave. Joel stood, feeling a bit dazed by the turn of events. Just as he was about to join the crowd heading for the door, you called out to him.

"Mr. Miller, could you stay for a moment?"

Joel stopped in his tracks, his mind still processing everything. Sarah, standing beside him, laughed and teased, "I'll be waiting in the truck, Dad." She gave him a playful nudge and left.

Joel turned back and saw you gesturing for him to come over. He walked towards you, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. You motioned for him to sit in front of your desk.

"Congratulations on your election, Mr. Miller," you began, smiling warmly. "I'm really happy that you won."

Joel chuckled nervously. "Thanks, but I’ve never been a president before. I have no idea how to do this."

You smiled, "It's also my first year as a teacher and an adviser too. It's incredibly terrifying, but I believe we can help each other improve the classroom."

Joel noticed the determination in your eyes despite your nervousness. You genuinely seemed to want to make a positive impact.

"Okay." Joel said.

You nodded, clearly appreciative of his willingness to try. "Absolutely. We'll brainstorm together. I wanted to mention that we'll need to plan for the end of the week—discussing the budget and plans for a field trip for the class."

Joel chuckled, shaking his head. "I have no idea how to do that either."

You smiled reassuringly. "That's okay. We’ll work on it together. It’s all about teamwork."

Joel felt a bit more at ease. "Alright. Let's give it a shot."

You both stood up, and you told him; “Looking forward to see you again, Mr. Miller.”

Joel nodded, feeling a bit flustered. "Likewise," he replied before turning to leave. As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't shake the feeling of acting like a shy kid earlier. Why had he been so nervous? Maybe it was because he hadn't expected to be put in such a prominent role. Or perhaps it was something about you—your confidence, your warmth—that made him feel slightly off balance in a way he hadn't felt in years.

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

When he reached the parking lot, he saw Sarah waiting by the truck, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She had her arms crossed, and her smile widened as he approached.

"What is it?" Joel asked, raising an eyebrow as he unlocked the truck.

Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, still grinning. "How was it, Dad?"

Joel started the truck, gripping the steering wheel a bit tighter than usual. "I wouldn't be doing it again if I had the choice," he muttered, backing out of the parking spot.

Sarah burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, come on, Dad. You'll be great. My adviser seems really nice, and…pretty"

Joel sighed, but he couldn't help but smile a little at Sarah's enthusiasm. "We'll see about that. It's not exactly what I signed up for."

Sarah shook her head, still chuckling. "You’ll be fine, don’t stress it out. In fact, you’ve been working as a contractor and you’re scared of this?"

Joel glanced at his daughter, feeling a wave of affection. She was right, of course. "Yeah, I suppose you're right," he conceded as they drove home. "But don’t think this means you can sign me up for every school event."

Sarah laughed again. "No promises, Dad."

As they drove down the familiar roads, Joel felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. But one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about was how your brown eyes lit up when you seemed enthusiastic about the field trip plans, almost illuminating the room.

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