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wisteria-lodge · 8 months ago

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snake primary + neutral snake secondary

Hello. I decided to write this according to the list you gave. I have a huge struggle with my primary. I guess it is burned, but I don’t know what it is, or I don’t want to see it because that hurts my ego if it sounds completely fake or in some way empty, or I just don’t vibe with it. Which I understand is an issue in itself.

An interesting issue. You don’t want a primary assigned to you because you’re worried it’ll sound fake? I’ll keep an eye on that.

For my secondary I guess it is just straight up a lion, mostly being off or burned, burned badger or bird. I definitely use pre-made personas in social or stressful situations, but I prepare so little that I could be anyone.

This sounds like Burnt Bird secondary “I do the Bird secondary thing, but not very well.” Or possibly a Bird secondary model that you wish you didn’t have to use.

Before I have to tell you even if I don’t have clinical depression or a diagnosis, I don’t feel happy, and it probably shows. I am someone who cries every time they see Everything Everywhere All At Once, which at this point probably tells a lot about a person.

… it tells me that you’re very probably neurodivergent. Very possibly ADHD, but I don’t like to diagnose in these things. (Not actually possible anyway.)

Also, heads up for my English, it is nowhere near perfect or fluent, so there might be some annoying mistakes, even though I know you don’t point it out to people. I ran it through a grammar check, but I have little doubt I missed something.

Sometimes I wish I’d care more about other people, about strangers, but I don’t care much naturally, and it becomes even more pronounced when I am stressed or having to spend a lot of my energy outside myself. Then, that gaze towards outside shuts down, and I stop focusing and giving attention to other people.

You’re not naturally a Badger, taking meaning and energy from the community. Snake is absolutely possible, especially with the way Snakes will focus very intensely on their own bodies when they haven’t got a lot of extra energy to spare. Like, sure you’d like to do more, and doing more makes you feel like a good person, but that’s extra.

A co-worker could be talking about their accident and what happened to their family, and I would stare blindly and think to myself they are trying to get sympathy and I would not budge at this point. While more normally I would give them it, even if I didn’t feel sorry for them.

You might also just be low empathy, which is… just kind of a neutral thing. I’m low empathy. A lot of people actually find it comforting that they can be upset around me without getting doubly stressed that they’re making my day worse.

After all, some emotional work needs to be put into maintaining relationships and keeping it alive.

True. And the way you just kind of put that out there as a kind of ‘Rule to Live By’ is actually making me think Bird primary is possible... or a Bird primary model over a burnt primary?

As a kid I was timid, afraid to explore town, thinking someone will come and say I can’t walk there. I was never peaceful, but I followed my mother’s advice to ignore bullies and don’t give them attention. Jokes on me – I never learned how to fight and argue. I remember myself hot headed, attention seeking, trying to talk with others, even making up lies or cutting bangs by myself just so people notice me. But I was always careful not to make trouble for my mother, be safe, get no injuries, clothes fine and without a rip.

I’m leaning more Snake primary for you. Your mother is clearly a very important figure in your life, and what she thinks and values is important, because she thinks it. You ignore bullies, don’t wander, and don’t get in trouble because your Mom told you not to… but there’s still this undercurrent of but I would have liked to. In fact, the way you behave for your mom seems to be very at odds with the “attention seeking” “hot-headed” “notice-me” behavior from the rest of your life. I’m considering Snake secondary (because of the different faces for differnt people) or Lion/Burnt Lion secondary (because you would have liked learning how to fight and argue.)

I was obsessed with Three Musketeers, friendship and finding connection. I would focus on a small group of people or even one person and hold onto it. It started getting really hard time when I had no friends whatever. That pushed me into survival mode and made me quiet and thoughtful.

This focus on small groups of friends is making me really lean Snake primary. (Also, if you’re a Snake Lion, then The Three Musketeers would be *the* perfect media for you.)

I think I solve low-stakes problems with something that looks like a snake or rapid fire bird. I think if I can and have someone close I can call for help, I will. Once in the dorms my European windows fall off the hinges, I couldn’t close it or put it back. I could have definitely done it myself with more time and more focusing and seeing how things work. But I had a friend living there next to me, so I asked them to come. Not that they knew more about windows than I did, but as out both room windows were similar in age maybe they would have a similar issue and know what to do. I don’t think they did, but it was fun and I wish I could do it more - meeting life with your friends and not alone, that’s why I called them. Administration would have been the last resort, they were pretty meh. I think we just ended looking around and putting it back in somehow, just trying to close it in different ways. I was always careful with it after that.

That’s lovely. And… weirdly I think I’m going to put this in for primary, for that whole “meeting life not alone” thing. That’s bigger than just problem solving, that’s getting into why you do things at all.

The actual problem solving seems to be “lets compare the broken window to a similar, not-broken window and see what’s wrong.” There’s a *little* I Know A Guy bird in this ‘who specifically do I know who would be able to solve this problem.’ But I could honestly see coming from any secondary.

In high-stake situations, the most important thing to me is reaching a mental space where I am stable, looking around without panic. That’s why sometimes, instead of pulling an all-nighter before an exam I turned on a movie. I just couldn’t deal with the stress and said bye lol. I didn’t do it all the time, I also studied a lot, alone and with friends, although I cannot say where studying or the movie was more useful. I personally would say in high-stakes situations it’s most critical to try to calm down and manage my stress and anxiety.

This is making me say Improvisational secondary (Lion or Snake.) Extra preparation isn’t going to comfort you, it’s going to mess you up. You’re not a Bird or Badger, who’ll get stressed out if they don’t read their notes over one more time. You want the mental space and agility to correctly read and correctly respond to the situation, and so you’re giving yourself the best chance for that.

I had experience with bad roommates so in dorms I wanted to live alone, not bother or bothering someone. While this opinion wasn’t allowed legally in our college, students would bribe administrator. I hate bribing, giving chocolate for literally noticing me in someone’s place (it’s a bribe older generation does here while asking employees for something they think is a favor, but it’s kind of their job; why don’t we just stop being assholes to each other instead? I am not sure other parts of the world does this so hence the explanation).

It’s interesting. You’re describing bribing, like - yeah you’re breaking the rules… but everyone does it, and everyone knows everyone does it, and to some degree you’re even expected to do it. But even though it’s kind of normal, it still bothers you. And this would bother a Lion secondary (who love to be straightforward and honest) more than it would bother a Snake (who might not even think of giving an administrator a “”gift”” as a bribe.)

As I mentioned earlier, administrator was meh and everyone and their mother knew it, so you can imagine I thought this is big, and I have to survive this and come on top.

This is very Snake primary energy, it has that practicality I absolutely love.

Money, I thought, should be the most useful, but there’s also too much and too little. In short, I sit down, wrote an application, had an envelope in my bag, talked a bit about how I would like to live alone and tried to slip it out of my bag on the table as it was nothing special. The most interesting thing was that he seemed amused all this time, and even then, I had my hair down and had lipstick on, so I don’t know, maybe my baby face looked interesting, or maybe that’s just stress distorting my memories. I was kind of prepared, but not really if you know what I mean, I obviously needed more information, but I was either naïve and thought this will work or this will be enough. In some way I was also mostly thinking I hate this, this either will work with how much I prepared or not, let’s go in and see. Maybe not good enough for sorting according to high-stakes situations but thank gods in some way that the only ones I had are like this one or exams.

Now that I have built your anticipation,

You absolutely have, I am extremely invested in this story.

let’s check together how that ended up for me, shall we? I did get a room for myself, and I really loved the room I got the first year there. Its window opened up to a street, I saw a lot of trees, sky, a neighboring apartment complex that did not belong to college. The bribery? It went well, they were either monitored or they actually meant what they said that they can’t guarantee me anything, and that the college had plans to reduce the available space due to shortage of students. So in the end, I left with my money, a little bruised dignity and a new experience, that I knew I would never want to repeat. We just do what we need to do, and what we are okay about doing, no?

I hate bribery, but I wanted to live alone more, so it weighted over.

Something like that (and this whole story, really) makes me think your primary is fighting with your secondary. You think bribing is wrong, and your Lion secondary hates not just being direct and ASKING for what you want... but you want that private room, so of course you go for it. You had a bad experience in dorms before, you’re going to protect yourself. That’s the decision that you feel best about.

And when it came down to this conversation, you got dressed up, you considered your appearance and how you came across, you thought about what the right level of bribery would be. But in the end, you think that the fact that you looked “interesting” got you through. And “this either will work with how much I prepared or not, let’s go in and see” is SO Lion. It’ll work, or it won’t, it’s out of my hands.

Recently I made a hard decision of whether to go back home or stay. Decisions are hard for me, especially when neither one nor the other option look better. I tried to take all that I have gathered about the situation and see which side is/feels stronger, which one has more value.

I’m starting to see what’s got you confused about your primary. One thing about being in a Snake is that decisions get a lot harder when they don’t affect your personal safety and well-being, or the safety and well-being of your People. You’re making a decision with ALL the tools here - gathering information to know which side is stronger (Bird), asking yourself what side feels stronger (Lion), and also considering which side has more value (depending on exactly what you mean by “value,” this could be Badger or Snake. All those approaching are going to give you slightly different answers.

I left unfriendly environment which saw no value in me or my culture for a more friendly place, where my roots are, where I can make my own decisions, but I had to leave my family. I didn’t feel good there, had no one I wanted to hold onto. But even though I am not a badger, but I am still in a missing people mood.

I bet you are. You’re a Snake, and you don’t have any People right now. (You’re not Burned. You’ve just recently moved to a new place, and don’t have any People yet.)

This was absolutely the Snake decision, also. You didn’t feel valued, so you went where you knew you could set things up the way you like them. You left your family to do it, and sure leaving your family hurts, but I think you would have felt like you’d betrayed yourself if you stayed.

Connection is so human, and we fuck it up so bad from so early on. Does it matter if you still feel alone around people who surround you? It doesn’t, so maybe it’s better to let your family members rest, be somewhere lonely without them and try to do it yourself. Is it already depressing? I am sorry I hope this doesn’t feel like trauma dumping.

Nah, you’re fine. You’re absolutely going to find people you connect to.

My fantasies change with time depending on what inspires and moves me then. I fantasize about a Scandinavian style house, surrounded by snow and a night sky, full of books and huge windows when I just want to run away. Other times I fantasize about being a powerful wizard on the run or in disguise, just trying to live with friends, accepted and running from some kind of huge responsibilities or a war. Not that I never fantasized about something more ambitious, but that probably changed with how my life experiences shaped the worldview I have now. Do I have to mention fantasies of falling in love with someone nice while doing something that I like and brings me joy or is that just basic haha?

The “living with friends/falling in love with someone nice”... that’s very human, but since this significant other person features heavily in a short description of your fantasy, going to put that as a point for Snake primary.

The characters I identify most with probably has nothing to do with me or who I am, more with how I see them. I identify with Lorelai from Gilmore Girls. In my opinion, she has a similar energy to me, to what I think I am inside or could be with a little more stability and confidence. She talks nonsense, and it is fine most of the time, people still like her. She loves her community, her little town, she creates life there and doesn’t wish to leave, and she doesn’t feel a need to run or rush somewhere. I feel I am most healthy and stable when that rush leaves me, and I am stable enough in here and now to actually live there.

I was honestly pretty happy with Lion Secondary as a sorting for you. But now I wonder. This doesn’t seem like something a Lion secondary would say. It seems like a Neutral Snake would say. And Lorelai is a VERY loud Neutral Snake (and a very loud Snake primary.

Now, Lion secondaries can be mellow, and just want to Vibe, but I absolutely do see shape-shifting capabilities from you, and I wouldn’t expect to see them from a Lion (unless you also had models or performances.) When you were a kid you were careful and thinking a lot about the ‘correct’ thing around your mom, but wild around your friends. In the bribing situation you came in with a persona, but then switched around - you’re funny, you’re interesting, you’re naive. Also in the wizard fantasy - you’re running away from the war, you don’t want to deal with it. Lion secondaries tend to fantasize about being revolutionaries or leading armies.

Snake Secondaries who like staying in Neutral have a blunt take-it-or-leave it quality which I do see from you, but you also seem just... kind of tired. Not Burnt, but just kind of done with dealing with a family who makes you feel lonely, an administration who isn’t helpful, an environment that doesn’t value your culture... no wonder you just want the ability to just say whatever, and not have to think about it.

I also think that the lack of a Person (which is a primary issue) is making this whole ask much more ‘authenticity’ flavored than it would be otherwise. You want, you really really desperately want a person to trust enough, and value enough, to be that level of authentic with.

I identify with Joy from Everything Everywhere, because she feels like a friend who doesn’t need you to tell them how you feel in these feeble words, she looks at you, and she knows, the whole movie knows.

You’re fantasizing about someone who just *gets* you, immediately. (You’re fantasizing about a Person.)

Likewise, I identify with Hunter from The Owl House. He says he misses knowing who he supposed to be. He comes from a really unhealthy background, but I just feel happy thinking how not only he himself warms up to people, but others warm up to him, see good in him, accept him and start to care, not how good people care, but how a friend cares. Hahaha, I identify with Pippin from LOTR movies, because he makes mistakes, and everyone around him is like WTF can you not, why don’t you just stand in one place or be tied to a leash? He’s not stupid, he’s not careless, he’s not bad or ignorant per se, mistakes just happen, it’s natural and instead of being made to feel wrong, let’s just not do that and make it normal, because it will happen, and we will learn from our mistakes without pressure or shouting. It’s a miracle Pippin wants to do things after all.

You’re fantasizing about getting a group of People. Don’t think it’s at all a coincidence that both the Owl House and the Lord of the Rings focus on a small, rag-tag group of people who don’t quite fit, for one reason or another. I also think you’ve probably been dealing with someone who does not react to *normal* mistakes in a healthy way. So of course Pippin and Hunter would be comforting.

Things that make me feel powerful? Money, having choices, being able to say no, I will not do anything of what you suggest and instead do this completely different thing. Because I can, because I want it, because I can see I will succeed, I will make it. I can choose to do things my way. You need money or other resources to be able to do that. Calling a plumber and being able to pay them would make me more powerful than waiting for someone I know do me a favor based on our relationship. While not being able to select what I want, or having crappy choices wherever I look makes me feel locked up and incredible passive. To quote the quiz, helplessness doesn’t make me angry, it freezes m, but I don’t get angry.

Damn. Yeah, I don’t know what I can say to any of that. What is power? Money, and the ability to say no. And really, when you get down to it - money is important when it allows to say no. The more you can say no, the more powerful you are.

Recently graduating was the most difficult thing I had to do. I had little to no help, big expectations from the board and little freedom on what decision I could make. Myself already being anxious about what I will do in the future and this major giving me panic attacks in the making did not help focus and do it right. I wonder would it have been better if I majored in something I loved but was kind of useless, than something I hated but what is seen as practical and marketable.

There really isn’t a right answer there. Not everyone needs to love their job, but some do. Some people are fine without a steady paycheck, or without a large paycheck - but some aren’t. Any decision that involves the future like that is going to be a gamble. And I guess I’m at the point now, with how fast the world and the economy is changing, that trying to guess what will be practical and marketable ten years down the line - isn’t nearly as sure a thing as it used to be.

From what I’ve gathered, thesis can feel useless. I knew a guy who paid someone to write it for him, and honestly with my own experience I wouldn’t care about ethics of it now and would have rather done that if I could have a chance. In the end, how exactly writing your last paper, thesis shows your skills? Sure, you can follow academic paper writing rules, you can use computer, you can read and gather information from research papers, and you can ignore your anxiety and interview people, interpret their answers and have enough skill in a language you are using to not only make sense but follow all the rules. I guess you can use the skills somewhere; I am just talking myself out of this idea. Wait, if someone who never majored in your area and does not have the skills you worked for, can write you a paper and write it good, it’s not an excellent way to evaluate someone.

Yeah, Snake secondary for sure. And what can I say, you make a compelling case. The structural problems in academia, the classism, the behind-the-times - it’s very much still there, and there are lots of people who can talk about it much better than I can.

My friends were busy with their own stuff, my family were far away and with a big generational gap, professors didn’t help and then evaluated me strangely. It was really hard to see a person I knew for a few years, liked, wanted to impress be against me. Sorry I am tired, but I really needed to write something, and this seemed like a good thing to occupy myself with. Off course, I don’t know how you feel about academic unfaithfulness, but from my perspective, my experience was shitty enough that I wouldn’t give a flying sausage if there would be a next time, especially if I did everything else the right way. I really don’t know how much it was me, because it was me in some ways, but I still think my supervisor didn’t help me, but was ready to judge me. She probably felt she wasn’t paid enough to deal with my problems then. Right. You know what I want to do now? I want to never look back, never get back there, and never even touch this major. I want to leave it in the past and start anew. I want to be able to choose and not be tied to it.

Spoken like a snake secondary. And no wonder why you seem so tired. Also, being treated badly by your advisor is going to hurt anybody... but ESPECIALLY a snake primary.

Thank you for your time. Have a great day. Or night.

I will. :) Thanks for writing in.

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thehopelessexception · 8 months ago

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save me lord(e) please save me

i struggle with the concept of religion because i've never quite understood the belief on an omnipresent something watching over you and giving you a path or whatever that's supposed to mean.

i went to church probably 15 times in my life when i was younger and i was bored all the time. i took the first communion when i was 10 because my parents made me do it. (i just wanted to taste wine and receive money from my family tho) but i remember that by that time i already rejected the concept of it. maybe because i was deppressed from the very age of 8 years old and i wanted to kms since then (im over it rn fyi), so the whole god thing it wasnt much enough to make me have faith in anything because i already thought i suffered more than jesus.

i've never been much close to my family, im a single child too. not to blame them really, but my parents did the bare minimum so i had to create my own moral codes from way too young. i teached myself, and educated myself on everything i know of since i was a kid. i took the responsibility of being the emotional support of adults as a child because they didnt know how to be parents nor communicate their feelings with each other (or me, for that matter). i hided my own. and when i was on my breaking point i took care of myself at 13/14 i think? and made myself go to therapy because i knew if i didn't i wouldnt be here today —i had to convince my mom, changing the reason i needed to go and i made her lie to my dad because he "doesnt believe in that" and so on—. my parents were clueless all the time 'till i grew up and told them my story on a crisis i had in the pandemic. they are still not the best parents you can find but i moved on from being resentful and made somehow peace.

i remember i was quite interested in the whole lucifer arc and the apocalypse stuff. when my catechist was explaining the 7(i think?) days of creation or etc i was reading the very end, fascinated as a kid reading the hunger games. probably my father's fault since he loved to watch the conspiracy shows in history channel about nostradamus and so on in the living room's tv. and also maybe because i loved chaos and i never fitted in anywhere so naturally i didnt even try.

i hyperfixated on greek gods if that helps.

at 13 i met the 1975, my favourite band (if it wasnt obvious at this point). and the first songs i listened to were girls, me, and antichrist. and i know it's very likely that you think im exaggerating but antichrist is doubtless the purest most real song i heard in my life. and i think about it a lot. the whole journey the band, and matty especially, made about religion made me think a lot through the years. i agree with him tho, but i made that entire journey when i was 9, as they said men do drugs once and discover the same things girls have discovered alone in their bedrooms at 13 years old. and today religion is a thing so foreign, and distant to me; sometimes i wonder if im missing something by not being part of that feeling.

i can't wrap my head around it, i cannot process faith because i don't find it logical. however when im lost i sometimes find myself asking for signs to "the universe", so it's complicated. i also think it's better for people that feel lost to find a communion of some kind than ending up being addicts or worse, liberals. and i also think some religions are waiting for people to have misery to sign them up on their cult.

what is religion really? what is god? is there one? or two? or millions? but what about science? the big bang? evolution? capitalism? media? how can all of that make some kind of sense altogether? i said already i am skeptical over probably everything, but the truth is that science is also a common agreement of stuff and "hard" evidence, but we don't have the certainty that things work like that in the whole universe, so technically it's not an absolute truth, it's just what works. but what is the whole universe? i trust science over anything ofc that's not what im trying to say, the thing is i lose my mind every now and then when i dig that up. because you end up thinking you are so tiny and irrelevant to the whole universe, the whole thing we live into. are we even alive at this point? is this reality real? and i know it's stupid deep thought thinking you have when you are a kid but i wrote something about this years ago in my diary and im going to quote it:

(i wrote it in my native language so the translation may suck a bit)

"(...) the human being is perfect, nature is perfect. the society is a mess but synchronously is perfectly designed to still work. what's the goal of humanity? some people believe in god, not me tho. i sometimes think people are simplistic and conformist with the unknown. weak deniers of the search of the truth. the systematization almost automatic that is used on people as individuals of each culture, each society; with the vague idea of making them believe on free will, and the freedom of choice. when there's something existing over us that influences us, dominates us, and drives us like cattle. but what is this really? (...) the different "types of control" influence all of us so we achieve an end to society. nobody question said unknown end, because they believe, they have faith; on themselves and their meritocracy, the destiny god prepared for them. to the reach of a post-civilization with all the answers, from the firm and fair science that at the same time is clinging to nothing, to the not knowing blindness. the problem with humanity is believing but not fighting for the answers. the problem with humanity is trusting in "what exists and what doesnt exist" as a concept; when you can find somehow the solution on untrusting and not believing on absolute truths, because all of those are influenced by human subjectivity. civilizations are built with absolute truths, "civilization or barbarism". the barbarism never was that much stupidified. do we live in a simulated civilization? i dont know, all i know is that i know nothing."

lately i've been thinking about religion as a support group for people, but the institution makes me yikes. i've been thinking a lot about lots of things.

and i find myself in the context where everything i know of is taking another meaning now. maybe religion is what conveys the society altogether, maybe it's something else. i don't know. the world was always at war because of religion, and the preponderance of one over another. noone can convince me that religion has nothing to do with the world war we're living rn.

i consider music as a support group, i have my own friends and we like the same things (i dont like people who i dont think somehow alike). and i like my music as a representation of my personality too. i believe one is what one consumes. i grew up here, on tumblr, and i know what i write now will probably resonate with you too.

what i know most of is possibly reading patterns on people. and what i am wondering right now is if we, as a whole, and our generation specifically, walked away too much from the "love your neighbor" premise. i may not believe in religion, but i believe in collectivism as a way to live, as a gear that sets society in motion. and me, personally, i am a hater of everything and everyone. but i can deal with it, i dont think society will. we can't make the bad people disappear, and we can't kill them all (sadly). so lately i tend to believe i have the knowledge and the wisdom to be the adult and choose to make peace with the evil, to stop fighting for making people change, and go build community, the safe space, the home, with the people who are predisposed to listen. because individualism will kill us all. and we cannot save ourselves alone.

lorde said explicitly "if you're looking for a saviour well thats not me". but here we are.

happy easter to those who celebrate.

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danbisroom · 11 months ago

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Ep. 1 - Autumn People

Hello everyone,

I hope to find you all well.

Firstly I’m going to introduce myself and this blog.

I am Danbi, and I’ve been having this project in mind for a while now. As some of you might imagine this blog is inspired by Chan’s Room, a weekly Sunday live hosted by Stray Kids’ leader Bang Christopher Chan. Unfortunately, last May, Chris had to stop his weekly lives after years of activity.

I deeply miss Chan’s Room and the safe space it was for many of us, so finally I made up my mind to do somehing similar myself, even if in written form. I hope it can become a safe space where we can interact and support each other, not only between Stays (Stray Kids’ fans), but including every person who will pass by.

Each and every week I’m going to post a sort of letter inspired by a topic found along the way - it would be amazing if during the next few weeks it came out from the community itself!

To conclude this introduction, I will explain why I’m starting now. The first episode of Chan’s Room was on the first Sunday of 2019, five years ago. Today’s the first Sunday of 2024.

Now, let’s get to today’s topic: Autumn people. Autumn people? “Cozy people”, if you will. Healing people. People who make you calm and warm, like a cup of chocolate gently sipped sat under a fuzzy blanket on an Autumn afternoon, during the blue hour.

Since I live in the Northern hemisphere that picture especially reminds me of October, even if this year October’s been pretty hot to be honest. We really need to work hard on fighting climate change. Anyway, I’m digressing.

This whole concept of the Autumn person made its way into my mind quite naturally, but slowly, until recently I finally connected some dots and came up with a name that could represent this feeling. It was a relief. I don’t know if that happens to you too, but I often have some “pictures” in my brain that I tend to associate together without exactly knowing how and why. So yeah, putting these images together and giving them a name was both a surprise and a serendipity. It happened a few days ago, on a night when I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was because of that, my mind needed to give birth to this name, Autumn people. After I wrote that down I finally managed to fall asleep.

I guess I’ve instinctively chosen Autumn because it’s my favourite season, despite the shorter days: the weather cools off, you can wear hoodies and walk on fallen crunchy leaves while admiring the beautiful warm colours of the ones which are still on the trees. The air is crispy and if there is some sun it gently caresses your cheeks while making everything glow with its slanted and golden rays. I find that very refreshing.

Another reason why I’ve chosen Autumn is that some people I deeply care about were born during this season, specifically just then, in October.

The amazing woman who I consider my bigger sister marks the last days of the month - her birthday is also the day where my mom found out she was pregnant with me. It’s really a match made in heaven. She’s my pillar, someone who always gives me good advice and reminds me to be strong and responsible when I can’t manage to keep up with adult life. A literal angel who appeared in my life when I needed her the most, after spending my childhood praying for the older sibling I never had.

In the middle of October there was another miracle: the incredible woman I consider my younger sister fought for her life since her first second on Earth and won. She did not only live but grew up to be a beautiful strong butterfly, who the immense generosity of the universe made enter my existence, sprinkling glitters of joy on my days, with her marvelous delicate wings. She’s my healing person, who always manages to put a smile on my face and make me feel at ease. She was a ray of sunshine in a moment of my life where I was at my lowest, again, after spending my childhood praying also for the little sister I never had.

Lastly, but as a grand opening for the month of October, we can’t forget the birthday of the man who inspired this blog, our wonderful Chris. Even if I don’t know him personally I’m deeply grateful to him for working so hard, making extraordinary music, caring so much about us and putting Stray Kids together. He’s such a kind and warmhearted person, being always there for others even when he’s the one needing others the most. An incredible artist who never fails to give his art the love it deserves. A friend who never let us down on Sundays, even when he was super busy and tired he showed up for Chan’s Room, giving comfort to everybody.

I hope I can give you even just a hundredth of the peace he conveyed during his lives.

I will conclude here for this first episode - I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments!

Have a beautiful week, big hug!

Danbi

#blog #danbisroom #chans room #stray kids #bang chan #autumn #cozy #cozycore #safe space #community #angel #butterfly #siblings #friendship

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matchbet-allofthetime · 10 months ago

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I'm a poor white punk with a poor white punk for a mother, and let me say this:

You're right. Entirely so. In every aspect.

There's no community, no actual helping others, no nothing. There's a lot of danger in this community.

It's so rarely the actually good, genuine, safe people, just like any other scene, but so many in this one target people or pretend or hurt others.

It isn't safe.

I grew up in punk-ass ATL, stodgy NoLa where you go two miles this way and get shot and two blocks the other way and there's a parade of people on a normal weekday. I grew up in the deep South Bible belt where every gas station has two-inch reinforced glass, flickering lights, broken roads that haven't been redone in 20+ years, and security bars on every door and window.

I grew up in this shit. And it's great for the music and SOMETIMES the open-mindedness, but not often enough. Never often enough.

I'm a punk born and bred and raised, and I hate the punk "community" because it's a fucking illusion, and not a very good one.

I'm poor white trash punk that learned to sew out of necessity to have nice clothes without holes and I grew up scared of everyone except my mama because I knew how bad people in the community were and mama kept me away from them.

But she also raised me in a lot of important ways:

-you cannot be "not racist"- you bust be explicitly ANTI-racist and must actively defend others.

-you mustn't be anti-Semitic, never trust cops, never trust that people will help you, always be independent when you can to keep yourself safe, never go alone, HELP ALL MARGINALIZED GROUPS YOU CAN.

-use your white privilege to uplift others and keep people safe.

-you must be ANTI-fascist, ANTI-nazi, and anti ALL bigotries. You must support lgbtqia+ and you must support all BIPOC + AAPI because they ARE targeted. Always.

-growing up, every year, when we have enough money, during certain nights (such as New Year's Eve or New Year's Day or Christmas or Halloween), we get pizzas for the hospital workers and EMTs locally because they work nonstop and often don't eat.

-we give our clothes and blankets and jackets and other things away in good condition when we no longer use them to people around who need them for FREE because they are poor or need them or whatever else.

-we give our food or money when we can, even if we're often too poor ourselves to do so.

-etcetc

There's so much and it's so complex and this "community" is riddled with, as you stated, abusers. People who will drag others down with them. People who actively hurt others. People who target others for one reason or another. People who don't care. People who are creeps in all the wrong ways. People who will coerce you to use again or do what they want you to. People who are neo-nazis. People who are anti-Semitic, anti-BIPOC, anti-AAPI, anti-non-white, anti-lgbt, and so fucking much more.

I am a punk who has actively worked to help whoever I could, even when I couldn't necessarily afford to monetarily or emotionally or mentally or whatever (which, take care of yourselves, please. You cannot help others if you yourself are not also taken care of)

I am a punk who has been calling local, state, and federal levels or emailing to get laws changed. To beg them to give one group or another these rights or to not overturn vital protective laws.

I am a punk who grew up with rare nights with drunk men banging on the door and my mama holding me close, telling me to stay with her and cover my ears because some "punk" drunk followed her home.

I am a white, non-christian, enby trans faggot punk who local cops actively avoid because they know my mom doesn't fuckin' play and they know I'm her kid.

And I HAVE to, I cannot stress this enough- as a white punk, I NEED to uplift others and protect within the community. We ALL need to, more and more. Because if we don't, more recovering folks will get dragged down and addicted again or overdose, more folks will be hurt and abused in a variety of horrible ways. We CANNOT allow terrible people into our spaces. We can't.

And just because they don't show you who they are, doesn't mean they haven't done it. Not to say trust blindly what you're told, but try to find out all sides when you can and come to your own healthy conclusions, taking everything at face-value.

It is a dangerous group of people. Of all of us, so many are accepting. But it is dominated by white folk and fascists and Nazis and worse people still. And they aren't real punks- they're horrible people trying to be different because they're pissed at some issue that often gets fixed or they grow out of with time OR they are using the community as a way to a) cope with their own issues in unhealthy ways or b) targeting people they KNOW are vulnerable.

KEEP EACH OTHER FUCKING SAFE. SUPPORT PEOPLE. UPLIFT VOICES. PROTECT ONE ANOTHER. NEVER OFFER UNLESS YOU KNOW THEY'RE FINE WITH ABC-XYZ THEY'RE BEING GIVEN. IF YOU SEE SOMEONE TERRIBLE DOING TERRIBLE THINGS OR HEAR ABOUT IT FROM MULTIPLE PEOPLE, AVOID THE TERRIBLE PERSON OR KICK THEM OUT IF YOU'RE ABLE. DO NOT LET THEM IN YOUR GROUP. NEVER GO ALONE.

Please- actually be safe and careful.

i guess it's scary to me when white leftists say that the punk scene is the scene where you wanna go if you're trans or a person of color or a drug addict or someone else who's been kicked down in life. cuz like, if you've lived in this scene, is it really where you wanna send people?

i got involved in my local punk scene and the problem is that people aren't actually focused on looking out for each other. punk is heavily white. punk is heavily abled. punk is heavily cis. i know everyone says "real" punk is this and that, but the problem is: i live in a punk house venue. i live in a house where punks throw punk rock shows weekly and invite other punks into our home to throw music and art shows. the DIY scene is a mess. it's full of abusers. it's full of enablers. it's full of queerphobes and tranny chasers. it's full of people who collect vulnerable traumatized people. it's full of people who will hand beers to recovering alcoholics and pass lines to recovering addicts.

this scene is full of people who scribble "this machine kills fascists" on every object they own and turn around and cower and say "I'm scared, can you come pick me up, there's some scary guys outside." because some black dudes listening to some rap posted up outside of the punk show. this scene is full of virtue signaling assholes who put antisemitic symbols on their "battle vests". this scene is full of half-assed "communists" who just want to brag about the big scary words they learned like "praxis" and "proletariat" and "bourgeoisie".

this scene is full of fake socialists who won't lift a finger to help each other, but will drag each other into hell instead.

the problem with punk as we know it is that it's whitewashed to hell and back, and the spaces created by these individuals are not centered around safety, but violence. yeah, you kill fascists, but do you provide meals for the hungry, shelter for the homeless, and harm reduction for the addicted? do you pass out extra blankets and clothes? do you help people get to the hospital? do you pat someone on the back when they turn down that beer? do you remember to not offer a baggie to the person who just got out of recovery?

no? then you aren't a safe person to be around, and you ain't punk. you are the reason this scene is unsafe.

#punk #genderpunk #genderfuck #this is so long and im sorry but youre so goddamn right #this community isnt safe. it hasnt ever veen and it's rooted in so much bad shit #luckily theres a lot of recent change as the older “punks” die out for... a number of reasons #and change is happening for sure #but it's got a long fucking ways go go before it's actual community in any real way #and i wanted to give examples on the types of people in the community who are shit #and experiences ive had growing up as a punk who had a punk ma who taught certain shit to keep us both safe #from this exact fucking community and its issues #reblog #we need to support each other and actually do something to help break up these issues and problem people and keep each other safe #ma saw the problem when they were a young adult just getting into it all in ATL #and the issues are still rampant as all hell

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factsfair · 4 months ago

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Fun Facts About the Gorilla Especially the Number 3

Fun facts about the gorilla show that these amazing animals are more than just strong apes.

Scientists and animal lovers have been attracted by gorillas for a long time due to their complex social structures, advanced communication abilities, exceptional intelligence, and deep emotional range.

Let’s look at some of the most exciting and unexpected fun facts about the gorilla.

Fun Facts About the Gorilla

The Largest Primate

The largest primates on Earth are gorillas; adult males, referred to as silverbacks, can weigh up to 400 pounds. When standing on their hind legs, these gentle giants reach heights of 5 to 6 feet, giving them an impressive presence in their natural environments. Gorillas are noted for their kind nature and rarely show aggressive behavior unless they feel threatened, despite their large weight.

Different Species of Gorillas

The eastern and western gorillas are the two primary species of gorillas, and each has its own subspecies. Mountain and eastern lowland gorillas are included in the eastern gorilla group, whereas Cross River and western lowland gorillas are included in the western gorilla group. Every subspecies is separate from the others and lives a different area of Africa.

A Vegetarian Diet

Another fun facts about the gorilla mostly vegetarians even with their huge size; they eat a diet high in fruits, leaves, and stems. They spend a large amount of their day searching for food, which gives them the nutrition they need to stay strong and healthy. They may occasionally eat small insects, but the majority of their diet consists of plant-based nutrients.

Complex Social Structures

Gorillas live in troop or band formations, usually headed by a strong silverback that sets group policy. Every troop member has a unique role in these complex social systems. The gang is led by the silverback, who also keeps them safe from harm. The female is in charge of raising the young, and the younger males and females help out with different tasks.

Communication Skills

Gorillas use a complex set of body language, facial gestures, and vocalizations to communicate. They communicate by a range of sounds, including as hoots, barks, and grunts and roars. Also, their body language like banging the ground or hammering their chest helps to show dominance or indicate alarm. These fun facts about the gorilla interactions also benefit greatly from their expressive faces.

Tool Use in the Wild

Do you know the best fun facts about the gorilla are that some gorillas have been seen showing their capacity for problem-solving by building bridges and determining the level of water with sticks? Their intelligence and adaptability qualities are frequently linked to higher cognitive functions that are proven by their behavior. These examples of gorilla tool use offer important new perspectives on the cognitive capacities and imagination of gorillas.

Conservation Status

Because of habitat loss, poaching, and sickness, gorillas are extremely in danger, and conservation efforts are essential to their survival. Worldwide organizations dedicate their all to preserving gorilla habitats, preventing poaching, and raising public awareness of the issue to safeguard gorilla populations. Our amazing species' survival depends on ongoing and expanded conservation efforts.

Read: What Are Some Fun Finance Facts for Kids?

Lifespan and Reproduction

In the wild, gorillas can live up to 35–40 years, during which time their female counterparts give birth to one child every 4 to 6 years. For several years, gorilla moms tend to their young, teaching them necessary survival skills through play and observation. Because gorillas reproduce slowly, the stability and growth of the population depend on each birth.

Famous Gorillas in History

Some gorillas have gained fame throughout history; one such gorilla was Koko, who was well-known for her proficiency in sign language. Koko's extraordinary language abilities raised awareness of gorilla intelligence and emotional complexity on a global scale. Our curiosity about gorillas has also been influenced by other well-known gorillas, like Dian Fossey's guerrilla soldiers or the movie King Kong.

Gorillas in Popular Culture

In popular culture, gorillas have been featured in many films, literature, and even as mascots for different causes. People across the world have been attracted to gorillas, from the legendary King Kong to the adored Harambe. Their power, intelligence, and the necessity of their protection are frequently highlighted by the media's portrayal of them.

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#interesting facts #factsfair #10 facts #true facts #fun facts #history facts

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wettestwraith · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry to the people who are complaining that everything's gotta be about generational trauma these days like shut the fuck up i remember as a kid looking at the tv and at all these cartoons where all the characters had affectionate and supportive parents and being confused because is this how mothers were supposed to treat their kids? I grew up with a mother who heavily judged the people I hang out with to the point that I no longer told her about any of my friends the time I reached eight years old and would almost always decide what I would wear even as I neared the age of 18. I grew up with a mother who would hit me whenever I did anything wrong when I was trying to learn how to cook from her, actually she would also hit me whenever I got a failing score in a test. I grew up with a mother who never hugged me when I cried, never comforted me when I was sick or heck was never even around to teach me how to hold a spoon and fork (she tried correcting how I held them by the time I was fucking fourteen, a little too late for that). I'm not gonna lie, she did play a part in why I almost committed suicide before I was 10 years old, because I tried so hard to do everything right for her, to earn that love, and I got burnt out really young. I felt like I was wronged, why did my mother's love have to be conditional, why couldn't she sometimes be affectionate, why did she have to ruin me to the point that I have such a high pain tolerance and I can't handle a loud bang or clanging noise without having an immediate flight or fight response. I can't forgive my mother for how she raised me, even now as she admittedly betters herself for me. But I do understand her better as an adult, I know from the tidbits my relatives told me, she grew up with her parents working in the city for money while she and her three siblings stayed in the countryside (or the province as it is also called in the philippines). She grew up in a traditional environment with her grandparents who lived through the Japanese occupation while exhibiting neurodivergent traits and you can fill in the blanks for that one. While my grandmother made time to see my mother and later she allowed her to live at her home when she was a young adult, from what I can tell, until he retired, my grandfather was always in another island or someplace far working on a big project as an architect. She was expected to be the most successful of her siblings but she ended up as an office worker while her younger brother got into varsity volleyball as a 4 ft something man and became a nurse, a medical consultant and a teacher for medicine. Movies like Encanto and Everything Everywhere All At Once really touched me because that's my fucking family. It's toxic yes but there is care and love that isn't properly communicated, parents that are human, that make some big mistakes, who are trying to give love when they never felt truly loved or were given the proper care they needed. And although me and my mom we never really got that moment where we properly communicated (there were moments that we got close but... no), these movies make me understand my family better and I'm grateful for that.

#trauma dump #yeah sorry folks #there is one thing she did that you'd prolly know if you've followed me for long enough #that i'm not going to get into

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I want him | Billy Hargrove

Summary: There’s a new lifeguard at Hawkins’ community pool and you plan on getting in his pants

Word count: 1.8k

Request: Hey, I saw that you were looking for Billy requests. I was wondering if you could write some where he saves the reader from drowning?

A/N: I think we can all agree that lifeguard Billy was HOT

This summer, there was a new hot lifeguard at Hawkins' community pool and everybody and their mothers - literally - were trying to flirt with him. He had gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder length curly dark blond hair, smooth golden skin and abs you dreamed of licking.

‘’I want him.’’

On the lounge chair beside you, Ruth brought a hand across her brows to shield her eyes from the sun and followed your eyes. ‘’The lifeguard?’’ she asked.

He was sitting in his lifeguard tower with a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, watching over the pool. His defined golden chest was gleaming from the sun as he barked orders at kids, threatening to ban them all.

You bit your bottom lip, nodding. This guy was a panties dropper.

Ruth laughed. She understood the hype around Billy - the guy was mad hot -, but didn’t want to be part of the whole ‘I wanna bang the new lifeguard’ fan club. ‘’Good luck with that. The guy is making everyone’s pussies clench - even the ones who don't have pussies.’’

‘’Theirs clench around air, I intend to make mine clench around his dick,’’ you replied crudely.

The following day, you had established a plan and begun putting it in action.

The sun was really hot today so you and Ruth decided to take a short break from tanning and dip in the pool to cool down. The chill of the water felt nice on your heated skin.

‘’She’s getting down,’’ Ruth informed you, seeing Heather - the other lifeguard - come down her lifeguard tower.

You looked over your shoulder, catching the moms who were lined up beside the tower straightening up and pulling out their compact mirrors to check their appearance, waiting for Billy to walk past.

You wrinkled your nose in disgust. These women had husbands and kids about Billy's age. Gross.

‘’It’s showtime,’’ you told Ruth, swimming up to the stairs and getting out of the pool, knowing Billy would walk out of the changing rooms seconds from now.

Your body was dripping from the water, giving your skin a glow. Careful not to slip on the poolside, you walked in the direction of your lounger, keeping your pace slow enough to meet Billy halfway and walk right into his taut chest.

One of his hands grabbed your arm in a firm grip to prevent you from falling. ‘’Careful there,’’ Billy’s gravely voice warned, not letting go of your arm.

‘’I’m sorry. I didn’t look where I was going.''

‘’I can see that.’’ Billy removed his hand. ‘’You okay?’’

You nodded, flicking your eyes up and seeing yourself in the mirror of Billy’s sunglasses. Now that you were up close, you could see an earring on his right ear and a slit in the tail of his left eyebrow. A scar perhaps? And how pink and inviting his lips were. You weren't a fan of facial hair on men, but Billy made it look damn good.

In the far distance, his eyes landed on a kid in a green tank running on the poolside.

Billy grabbed the whistle dangling from his neck and blew it loudly. ‘’Hey! No running on my watch!’’ he shouted, his loud voice echoing and getting everyone’s attention. ‘’I gotta warn you again and you’re banned for life. You wanna be banned for life?’’ The little boy shook his head, too scared to speak. ‘’Didn’t think so.’’ Billy blew his whistle again and the fun returned around the pool.

He turned back to you, but you were already walking away with a confident strut in your step to the concession stand to get the water you and Ruth didn’t need. Behind you, Billy pushed down his sunglasses to watch you, doing a slow up and down movement of his eyes as he took in your figure, and the corner of his lips twitched.

Now that he was aware of your existence and that you got his attention, you put phase two of your plan in action.

‘’You know there’s little kids here? And dads,’’ Ruth said as you unbuttoned your sundress, about to reveal the small, bright pink one-piece you were wearing underneath.

She knew exactly which bikini you had on, it was the same one you wore to Tommy H. 's pool party. You had caught everyone's attention that night and you were planning on getting Billy's today. With a bathing suit that bright - and sexy -, there's no possibility he won't notice you.

You rolled your eyes. ‘’I’m not gonna deprive myself from getting a good dick just so pervy dads don’t oggle me. They can look if they want, I don’t give a shit.’’ You undid the last button and stood, making a whole show of taking off your dress by slowly slipping it off your shoulders.

Ruth squeaked on her chair. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

‘’Is he watching?’’ you asked.

The brunette gave a quick look in Billy’s direction in the tower, holding in her screams when she saw his eyes shift to you. ‘’Oh my god, he is!’’

‘’Good. Now, give me the sunscreen bottle. Those thirsty moms have nothing on my young eighteen years-old body.’’

As you applied sunscreen on your skin - and made a show of it -, you felt his eyes lingering on your legs and ass in your one-piece. The sides were cut really high on the legs and there was a bit of side-boobs showing. Billy ran his tongue over his lips and shifted in his lifeguard tower.

A little later into the afternoon, you went in the pool to refresh and on your way out, Billy was standing there with a towel for you. You took it and thanked him. He didn't have his sunglasses on, so you could glance into his crystal blue eyes, which stood out beautifully with his tanned skin.

''Looking good out there,’’ he pointed, having been watching you from high up. ‘’That backstroke was close to perfection, I had to come down and compliment you. Have you ever taken swimming lessons?''

You smiled, holding your towel at waist level. ''That's my best move,’’ you said. ‘’My breaststroke, on the other end, needs a little perfecting.'' You flicked your eyes up and caught Billy looking at your breasts and nipples. The latter were arose due to the cool water of the pool, demanding to be looked at.

Billy licked his lips at the sight, making you wish he was licking something else. ''I could help with that.''

You raised an eyebrow. ''I didn't think you taught adults.''

He laughed flirtatiously, flashing his perfectly white teeth. ''Well, I offer more...advanced lessons to select clientele,’’ he explained, his face getting closer to yours. ‘’Come to think of it, I’m doing the closing shift tonight. Would you be interested?’’

‘‘I’ll think about it.’‘

Your answer shocked him. ‘’I don’t offer these lessons to anyone, just so you know. It’s a one time chance only.’’

‘’And I said I’ll think about it,’’ you repeated, looking up at the lifeguard. His perfectly carved chest was close to you, so close that if you breathed too deep, you’d touch it with yours.

Billy nodded. ‘’I didn’t get your name the other day.’’

‘’It’s Y/N.’’

‘‘Well, Y/N, I hope to see you tonight.’‘

You didn’t go to the pool after closure, nor for the next three days. You wanted to make Billy marinate and wonder where you were. You wanted him to look for you.

It seemed to have worked because when you walked in, his eyes immediately fell on you. As if he had sensed you coming in.

You and Ruth went to the lounge chairs and put down your stuff. You looked into your bag for your towel to put on the chair only to see that it wasn't there.

You sighed. ''I forgot to bring a towel. I'll get one from the community pool stack,'' you told your friend.

On your way to the towels, you got swamped by a huddle of kids running on the poolside, making you stumble and fall in the pool.

Having caught the scene, Billy blew his whistle, the screeching noise making everyone’s ears hurt and jumped in the pool. He knew you'd be fine, that you didn't need his saving, but it was a way to talk to you. The pool cleared around where you were, allowing Billy to do his job.

He went underwater, swam up to you and pulled you above the water like they do in movies. You thought he would scoop you in his arms and that you'd get to lay your head against his toned chest, but that part didn't happen - unfortunately.

Easily enough, Billy got you on the poolside where you coughed a few times. Although you knew how to swim, water still went up your nose when you fell. The chlorine was burning your nostrils.

''You okay?'' he asked with one hand on your shoulder, looking right into your eyes.

You nodded, then coughed again.

Billy looked at his co-worked on the other side of the pool. ''Heather, you're in charge. I’m taking this one inside.'' He helped you up and guided you away from the poolside - out of sight.

He grabbed two towels from the stack on his way, then took you to the employee’s locker room, keeping you close. The heavy door slammed shut loudly behind you as you coughed one more time. That breath of chlorine really burned your throat and nose.

Once inside, Billy wrapped one of the towels around your body, rubbing your arms over the thick red terry cloth. ‘’Here. You can sit.’’

You nodded and sat on a bench, recovering from your unexpected dive. God, you must be looking like a wet dog.

Around you, the locker room was empty. It was just you and Billy.

You could hear the rustling of the towel as he used the other towel to wipe his face and scrunch his hair a bit. He then wrapped it around his waist to stop water from dripping all over the locker room floor and straddled the bench next to you.

''If you had come to my advanced lesson, maybe you wouldn't have drowned,’’ he said with a snark in his voice. His chest was glistening from the dive in the pool and water drops were falling on his shoulders from his wet hair, making him look even hotter.

''I didn't drown,'' you corrected. ''I fell. You saw me.''

Billy smiled with a teasing glint, which vanished a second later, replaced by a seductive glance as he ghosted his index up your thigh. ‘’I waited for you the other night.’’

You flicked your eyes up to his, capturing them with your own. ‘’I know.’’

‘’Then why weren't you there?'' His finger went higher and higher, making you clench your thighs.

‘’Just because you got the body of a gas station erotica novel cover and make all the moms' panties drop with your Rob Lowe charm, doesn't mean you don't have to work to get what you want.’’

‘’You were the one to seduce me first.’’ Billy’s hand brushed dangerously close to the edge of your bikini bottom, making your breath catch in your throat. One little movement from his finger and he could slip it under and dive through your folds.

‘’And you took the bait.’’

‘’I did.’’

With his other hand, Billy grabbed your jaw, tilting it up before smashing his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. You gasped into his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue in and deepening the kiss.

He pulled back after a moment, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. ''My shift ends in three hours. You better be at my car.''

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sungbeam · 2 years ago

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?

nonidol!bang chan x gn!reader

1.2k words, angst if you *squint*, comfort elements, sipping beer lol, mentions of an uncomfy situation (not by chan tho), i have an addiction to the night and beaches, barely proofread i feel like half the imagery is repetitive :')

a/n: mom, i love him 🫂 for the love of chris bang and @loveliestfelix

The clinking of beer bottles twinkled in your ears like chimes to the accompaniment of the rushing tide down the beach. There was something wholly different about being at the beach at night. Something about the infinite darkness called out to you; the horizon was never in sight, but you knew it was there. The sounds the waves made when it was its darkest hour were also its calmest.

The bonfire you had started in the small pit fizzled and crackled. Bang Chan appeared beside you, lowering himself to the sand with a sigh. He handed you one chilled bottle of beer. “You weren’t kidding when you said you knew how to start a fire,” he said while admiring the embers burning steadily before him.

You smiled slightly to yourself, thanking him for the beer, before taking a sip. You said, “Yeah, I learned when I was a kid. It’s one of those things, y’know?”

He hummed in reply.

The two of you sat cross-legged on the cool sand, faces illuminated by the fire. Just up the beach behind you was the beach house AirBnB, where the rest of your friends were probably all passed out in their beds or on the couch. Chan had discovered you sitting out here alone, staring at the dark waves about fifteen minutes ago. You didn’t mind the company, really, especially if it was Chan. He had asked if he could join you, and you couldn’t refuse.

“What’s on your mind?” He suddenly asked, head tilting your way to give you his full attention. “If you’re uncomfortable with saying, then that’s cool, too. We can chill here.” He lifted his bottle to his lips for a sip as he waited, but his eyes turned to the sea, as if to give you privacy with your thoughts.

Sometimes you didn’t know what to say or how to articulate your thoughts with words to properly communicate how you felt. But you could appreciate him knowing that sometimes saying nothing at all was just as comforting as a good rant session. You just… you just appreciated his presence. Alone but never lonely, so to speak.

But something in you didn’t want to leave him hanging like this—if only you knew that you could never leave him hanging, even if you didn’t want to speak. Chan would sit here all night, all day, every minute of every hour with you. He would run and refill your beer, tend to the fire, grab you a blanket, stake an umbrella over your head if only you’d ask. And if you wanted him to leave… well, he would do that, too, if only to respect your needs.

“Do you remember,” you began, and you saw his head perk up out of the corner of your eyes while you stared at the fire, “—do you remember that one night? It was in the middle of spring break, and we were all planning to stay out all night and some other guys were there…?"

Recognition sparked in his eyes. "Mhm. That was pretty fun."

You nodded your head, less in agreement and more absentmindedly. "It's kind of small and you probably don't even remember—"

"I'm sure it's not that small, Yn," he assured you.

You hugged your knees to your chest, suddenly feeling small beneath his gaze. "Well, it probably wasn't a big deal to you, but it was to me. Y'know Youngjae?"

You swore the flames flickered and casted a shadow across his face. "Mhm."

"I never told anyone this, but he'd been coming onto me for a few weeks before that, and I didn't want any tension between you guys and your teammate," you began. The memories of that night rushed back to you, the tide to shore. You remembered much from that night, but this in particular. "And I offered to drive, and he practically invited himself to shotgun my car. But then you looked at me—one little look, I don't know how you knew. But you said—"

"I told him to ride with one of the others," Chan finished. He mimicked your pose, knees pulled to his chest and legs crossed at the ankles. "I wish you'd told us he was doing that to you. That night must have been terrible—"

"No, no!" You cut in. "I mean, I tried to avoid him, but you and the boys made it really great for me. I'm just…" you took a sip of beer to ease the tightness in your throat. "I just appreciate you a lot, Chan. I never got to say thank you."

Chan released a shuddering breath from his mouth, his lips forming that beautiful, dimpled smile, but there was a softness to it. "You don't ever have to thank me for making you feel more comfortable, Yn."

You met his gaze then, earnest and sincere. You were tempted to run back to the flames or the dark sea ahead, but you wanted him to know that you were listening, too.

"If you ever feel uncomfortable, I hope that I'll be there to remedy that," he added quietly. "I lo—" He coughed and made an embarrassed face to himself. He scratched the side of his neck with a small laugh. "I care a lot about you, y'know. So please don't be afraid to tell me what's really going on."

You could only nod. Those words coming from him were so powerful to you. How could you be so lucky to know someone like him?

Chan watched as you looked down at the bottle in your hands, took another sip. He wondered if you knew how you looked in this lighting to him—how the licks of flame reflected off the pretty curves and edges of your face, lit up your eyes like embers themselves. If you could hear his heartbeat right now… well, perhaps you wouldn't hear it over the sound of the rushing waves, but what if he wanted you to? What then?

"Was that the thing on your mind?" He asked quietly. It irked him that such a memory was so sewn into the fabric of your conscience that you thought about it even on this vacation. What other things could he have done to help you? If he had known about Youngjae's unwanted advances toward you, could he have prevented—

You nudged him with your elbow. "Partly, I guess. But now you're just gonna think about the what ifs."

He giggled, hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck. "You got me there."

You smiled slightly, one of the corners of your mouth lifting up to form a little crevice in your cheek. "You did good, Chan. It's okay."

"He's not still—"

"No, he got the hint." You scooted closer to him and laid your head on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his cheek and his neck and his arm instinctively came up to wrap around your body. He would be lying if he said you didn't fit perfectly against him. "Thanks for worrying though."

"Of course," he breathed. Because how could he not worry about you? How could he possibly get himself to stop thinking about you?

But for now, he could be content with what he had right now—this moment with you.

a/n: this chan au has been sitting in my head for too long like it's not even the full thing 🥲💔

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themilkybarboy · 3 years ago

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community bits that deserve more love 🥰

Asian population studies when Annie is like change the subject and Chang goes CHANG the subject !!!!!!! And u realise he has been up there the Entire time

Jeff singing the song from ghost from outside the pottery class

The weird noise the Dean makes when Shirley is giving birth

Brittas dorky Halloween costumes like babe I love u

The continual shut up Leonard run

The bit where Chang is like to britta don’t wear as much lipstick as you did on Valentine’s Day it makes your mouth look like a coin purse then when it’s all tense because britta has just declared she loves Jeff and Chang is like brittas hey britta ur lipstick looks better

In dungeons and dragons when Jeff is like i can fix this,I’ll find a fatter neal

Abed whole build up of a story about going to cougar town and they way he ends it so solemnly with I pooped my pants

Abeds face when him and Jeff have “ a real conversation” and he realises oh no Jeff is mentally unstable

Th Dean walking up to Annie and handing her the orange and she is like what’s this and he goes scene four

Troy and abed having a pierces mom memorial tunnel in their blanket fort

Abeds hair flick when he was dressed as Jesus at the study group table

The way the professor professorson was like just talk to your father Craig

Pierce giving Gilbert a gun in the video game episode to kill their father

The whole bare naked ladies fight in early 21st century romanticism

The hobgoblin interrogation scene in the second dungeons and dragon episode

Abed giving Troy all the cups and blankets in the ass crack bandit episode

The deans map in the kfc spaceship episode where he has like rated or recorded in some way his hookups idk what exactly it was but it was funny

Baby boomer Santa song I honestly think that was the best original song to come out of community but that’s just me

The way britta was like OMG I know what we need to do you need to bang that kids mom and the way her and Jeff got so excited for it

Abed and Annie’s weird cow handshake coz they’re adorable

When annie is like minuses are made up and neal pushes the book trolley over and like how fuckin QUICKLY they descended into a riot like green dale is always one breath away from going absolutely batshit insane and I love them for it

When Chang kidnaps those kids and is like I am NUTS Jeff get with the program

The s5 finale when brittas is like hey Chang become a bad guy again and he attempts to rip his face off and he is like I guess it’s not more complicated than that and he is like I think I’m just mentally ill

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glimmerspirals · 2 years ago

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WHIRLPOOL WINGS OF FIRE HEADCANON DUMP TIME!!!! READY OR NOT HERE I COME!!!!!!!!!

- whirlpool can fight, but he's not very confident in his open fight skills, I think he'd prefer to ambush or poison/backstab his opponents

- he's left-handed

- likes green tea

- is allergic to blooming algae

- doesn't like parties & stuff even though he enjoys being in the center of attention

- he lives on the surface just because he has so many scrolls and he’d die if any of them got wet

- whirlpool wings of fire doesn't know how to channel his anger so he just kinda. bottles everything up.

....or maybe he writes goofy wacky stories that involve his enemies dying horrible deaths

...or him banging their moms. whatever he feels like

- he adopted a lot of simply little behaviors from his mom

- young whirlpool was that kid who'd remind the teacher about the homework and get bullied for it

- but nobody could bully him bc his mom's a councilor and he'd tell her whenever he got picked on

- he actually searches for typos in scrolls instead of just reading them

- he didn’t have any friends for the entirety of his dragonethood. clearly this had nothing to do with his attitude, upbringing and parental intervention.

- whirlpool is that type of guy who needs glasses but refuses to wear them because they look 'cringe' . For now he just squints, which, combined with his usual face, looks like he is either suspicious of you or is planning something EVIL

- his mother was executed by coral. Luckily for whirlpool & stream, that was young coral who wasn't so hateful towards offsprings of people who've wronged her. Whirlpool still gets kind nervous every time coral brings riptide up, though.

- whirlpool plans all his spendings for the month and then impulsively buys ton of silly useless stuff

- he'd buy silly little trinkets for coral or whoever he's trying to suck up to

- he'd usually buy things that are kinda what the person likes, but are also fit his preferences, so he could keep the thing if it got rejected

- whirlpool is at his worst when he knows no one can harm him and that he is in position of power. honestly if he was a king he would power trip HARD.

- he is naturally better at building relationships with dragons older than him and has no idea how to communicate with children

- Whirlpool wings of fire would be the type of guy to recite long philosophical monologues in his head and go "wow he's literally me" at patrick bateman

- young whirlpool is a nerdy brat who will die if people won't praise and give him attention for one 1 minute

- bro really goes "if they want to be friends with me they'll have to act first" and when everyone ignores him and he has no friends he be like "they're just to stupid for me and my Unique Specil Personnality"

- whirlpool tries to become king just bc everyone expects him to and he doesn't think why would he want to become a king, and conveniently nobody asked him about it

- he'd just have a breakdown if he had to question his own motives

#wings of fire #seawing #whirlpool wof #headcanon #headcanon dump

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simplymakkari · 2 years ago

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Yes yes yes, keep the Drukkari conversation going 🙌🏽 Drukkari as parents!!!! (Both Eternals and AU)

Drukkari as parents -- let's see!!!

I can see it being a bit overwhelming at first. Druig's in shock a bit (in Eternals, neither of them expect it since they've been told none of them could get pregnant - obviously, another lie, but then again, neither of them used protection and banged away like rabbits lmao) and the two debate on whether they're ready to have a baby (especially after the events of Eternals and the whole Arishem ordeal, which they survive).

Druig doesn't think he'll be a good father but Makkari reassures him. He's great with kids, from what she's seen, the children running around from his commune, over the years they've been together since Mesopotamia, and even with Jack. You'll be a great father, Druig. Makkari says, have faith.

When the baby is born, it's a beautiful baby girl and Druig cries. (He's offered to be inside of Makkari's mind to lessen the pain but she wouldn't have none of it. He admires Makkari's strength throughout it all. Makkari never screams or makes a sound at all through the pain. He also tries not to think too much about that little tidbit of information that the only sound he's ever heard her made their entire lives together was her screaming for his death.)

She takes after ye, he tells Makkari. A gentle touch over his daughter's head, his thumb wandering over the small, dark brown curls and the deep rich tan she'd inherited from her mother. A yawn and a sleepy blink minute later, their daughter opens their eyes to reveal a startling blue -- Druig's eyes.

She has your eyes, Makkari smiles and Druig gently takes his baby girl in his arms, humming softly to her when Makkari gets rest and sleeps.

Their baby girl is also deaf, which the both of them expected, and they teach her sign language and just sign everything. Why can't I just give her sign language? Just pop it in there? Would be much easier, Druig mumbles suggestively, a cheeky grin and Makkari rolls her eyes, giggles and swats his arm. Soon the three of them become really in tune for each other without even speaking (or the use of their powers.)

(In Eternals-era, their baby girl inherits both of their powers. Druig freaks out when she accidentally zooms in front of him and disappears ten miles away, luckily to Phastos' place. He puts her on a leash after that, despite the stares and until she manages to get the handle on her powers. Makkari, of course, is a proud mom -- she takes after me!!! --and teaches her daughter to gain control of her speed, Druig is on the sidelines cheering them on.

When her dad's telekinesis appears as a late stage as a teenager, she of course, can't handle it and runs away. Druig finds her hiding away in the Domo and reassures her that things will get better.

Like you did after Tenochtitlan? she snaps back, her signs quick and sharp. After you left Mom?

Druig twists his mouth and she does have a point but he helps her gain her abilities under control -- staystrongstaystrong. Their daughter rarely uses her telekinesis unless under dire circumstances or if she wants to prank people for fun or if she wants something to go her way. Druig laughs when she does it to Kingo.

Nice try, honey, Druig says on night, an eyebrow raise when she tries convince him to let her go to a party. Been at this longer than ye. After all, I almost put a god to sleep.

Yeah, yeah, can I get the chips, Dad?

She prefers her mom's speed to the telepathy.)

It's a long, tiring journey and all they want to do is sleep and they make a lot of first parent mistakes and are clumsy and have uncertainties through it all.

Sometimes Druig wants to use his powers to make their baby girl stop crying stopcryingjustforaminuteforfiveminutes or for her to tell them what she wants but he doesn't and Makkari just gives her one of her famous looks directed toward him: don't you dare, Druig which he immediately obeys. Makkari needs a breather sometimes, just sets her down in her crib or in Druig's arms and speeds off for a while because the vibrations get wayyyy too much. Druig understands and the two eventually make it work and alternate.

Phastos, Ben and Jack watch over their baby girl one night so Druig and Makkari can get some sleep and they can get some parenting lessons because out of all ten of them, Phastos knows how raise a kid.

Ben, Jack and Phastos just find Makkari and Druig passed out on the couch not even a minute in after they arrived, Makkari on her back, Druig on top of her, resting his head on her chest, drooling.

Aw, Dad, they're really, really tired, Jack comments. He reaches out to poke Druig's cheek.

Heh. Yup, buddy. Yeah, that's what happens when you have kids, Jack, says Phastos, grabbing Jack's hand, especially, those two. C'mon, buddy, let's let them sleep. Thank God you were never like this as a baby.

Druig is absolutely not a fan of the baby voice and he hates it, Kingo does it a lot (ugh) so I can see while he's holding his baby girl in his arms on the couch and Makkari's out on a run for groceries or takeout (releases up of her energy as she does), he just talks to his baby girl like he's talking to someone else. He's gentle with her but at the same time (watching one of Kingo's movie or a bad show), he looks at her and just talks to her like "can you believe this idiot? turn back around!" Nobody's surprised at all when she inherits Druig's and Makkari's snark and sarcasm as she gets older.

Druig also just wants his family to stay safe and never wants to do anything to risk that, so he's partially on guard and reserved 24/7 as he doesn't trust people that easily (or digs around in their head, especially after the whole Ikaris ordeal.)

Their baby girl inherits Druig's insane appetite and snacking (jesus where does all of that go? Kingo remarks) and Gilgamesh is happy to have a new test subject and tries new stuff out with them and their daughter also has Makkari’s optimism and kindness and is overall a ray of sunshine. When she gets severely pissed off, she has her both of her mommy's and daddy's tempers and you don't want to mess with her.

Their baby girl loves exploring the world and Druig and Makkari encourage that and take her to museums and zoos and such to broaden and quench her knowledge (she proclaims she wants to be an archivist when she grows up.) She asks a bunch of questions and overthinks them, just like her parents. 🥰 they definitely have their inside jokes of "I won't tell, if you don't/deal."

Eventually, Druig and Makkari settle into the discipline/fun parent dynamic and Druig is just a grumpy dad to others but he loves his Makkari and his baby girl so, so much and is just a family man who'd do anything for his beautiful, beautiful girls.

#drukkari #druig #makkari #makkari x druig #druig x makkari #tumblr asks #answered ask #inbox

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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What happens when the bakusquad babysits Katsuki’s daughter? (Dad! Katsuki Bakugo x Mom! Reader) Headcanons + One-shot

ೃ pairing: (dad! katsuki bakugo x mom! reader)

ೃ warnings: none

ೃ genre: fluff overload, parent fic/hcs

ೃ word count: 5,141 words

ೃ 1/4 of @bukojuiice’s 800 followers special!

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist → my katsuki bakugo x reader smau

ೃ A sequel in the form of headcanons + one-shot to my dad! Bakugo fic “like the soul of honey” I recommend reading that first before going through this! Don’t worry if you don’t want to though! Both are standalone and not really connected with each other.

ೃ This was originally just going to be headcanons, but I didn’t want to keep writing it in hcs style halfway through so be treated to both headcanons + a one-shot instead! as you can tell already, this was so so much fun to write and i felt so soft after writing this uwu

ೃ shoutout to two of my loves @sparkykatsuki for coming up with this idea! I just knew i had to do it bc i love bakusquad sm!! they give me such a serotonin boost and I find it really fun writing about them!! Thank you for having such big brain energy and for conspiring this concept franz! And to @chibishae34 bc i know she loves baby fics as much as I do HSHSHSH

ೃ your daughter’s name is hikari which means light. bakugo thought of that name because light is essentially a part of his quirk and hikari is a part of him.

ೃ please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!) ♡

— Hikari is blessed with the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for!!

— Both Bakusquad and Dekusquad take turns in helping you and Katsuki get your well deserved rest and relaxation at least once a month ever since Hikari turned 6 as... she became quite the feisty girl. Too feisty to handle actually.

— She was energetic and playful 24/7. And so, it was hard to keep up with her energy most of the time.

— She still remained kind and obedient yet she was also an absolute bundle of joy who would just run around the house, play with her toys, and go on roleplaying adventures with you and Katsuki. She had absolutely no idea how much she would tire you and Katsuki, however, and sometimes she would go on for hours and hours just running around the house and interacting with everything she sees.

— She had an inquisitive mind, and although you always encourage her to be smart and be intrigued with everything, she tends to question almost everything she lays her eyes on and you end up having to come up with a witty and a very childlike answer for her to understand.

— A good example of this is when she asked you ever so innocently about where babies come from and your husband was ABOUT TO TAKE HER QUESTION LITERALLY and give her the science talk about sexual reproduction. When the two of you agreed to only give her that talk when she turns 8 as she might not even entirely understand it in the first place.

— “Mommy, Daddy, where do babies come from?”

— “I guess it’s time for the talk.” Bakugo shrugs, remarking sternly. He takes his daughter’s little hand in his and bringing her to the living room. “You see, Hikari, babies come from the wo-”

— “Storks!” You cut Bakugo off before he could say another word, nudging him on the elbow. “Hikari-chan, the babies are brought down to this world by the white and strong birds in the sky!” You whisper the last bits of information to her ear. “The storks told me that once you get older, they’ll tell you the secret of where they actually pick up the babies.”

— “Really!?” She says in disbelief, her eyes gleaming in excitement. “YAY! YAY! YAY! I can’t wait!” She goes back to running around the house looking for even more things to ask about and you breathe a sigh of relief as soon as she leaves.

— Although it was nice that you are able to bond as a family, it does get pretty tiring sometimes. Of course your weariness is worth the risk if it’s just to see Hikari smile.

— Especially since you and Bakugo were both pro-heroes (although you mostly do stand by pro hero work meaning you work from home almost all the time.) You found it much more enriching if both you and bakugo are guiding her and working together to create a loving and supportive family for Hikari.

— Both of your respective friend groups, whomst you remained close to ever since high school, noticed how the both of you looked tremendously exhausted and looked like you were in dire need to have 9 cups of coffee every time you would meet up with each other in between your pro hero duties.

— And so both squads came into an agreement, that they would help the two of you out by giving you a 48 hour day off every month to do whatever the heck married couples do as they would babysit Hikari and have fun.

— This was also a great way to get closer with their niece even if they dote on her so much already. As you and Bakugo are the first persons in your friend groups who got married and have a child together.

— This month, the Bakusquad is in charge of taking care of Hikari and just from the fact that Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina and Sero are going to babysit your daughter alone, you know it’s going to be chaotic.

— Things didn’t go swimmingly last time (literally), as only Kirisihima and Kaminari were the only ones available the last time they came to babysit. They took Hikari to a community pool, and she came back with a missing tooth and some scratches on her legs from playing too much. Katsuki was NOT pleased and you had to restrain your husband from trying to obliterate his best friends even if Hikari had little to no injuries and it was normal for kids her age to have these things happens to them at least once in their childhood.

— With your assurance and the look that was on Hikari’s face and how she would not shut up about how she loved spending time with Uncle Eijiro and Uncle Denki, Katsuki eventually let it slide and just gave his friends the usual “Katsuki Bakugo treatment” where he acts cold and angry at them, paired with his easily irritated and idgaf attitude.

— This month however, was going to be different because Mina and Sero are finally joining along and making sure that Hikari has the best weekend since they weren’t able to babysit last time.

— Hikari loved her Aunt Mina because she would braid her hair and style her with different cute outfits that only Mina, with her love for fashion and all things girly and pink could attempt to do and end up doing perfectly. She also taught Hikari all the dances to disney songs and nursery rhymes she knows how to do so far. Hikari affectionately refers to her Aunt Pinkie whenever Mina isn’t around.

— Kirishima, who was the most frequent to visit the 3 of you, out of all of the Bakusquad, considers Hikari as his new #1 best friend. Dethroning and kicking her very own father from that spot. Hikari is a much more gentle and sweet version of her explosive father, and so Eijiro is able to interact and play with Hikari because he already knows Bakugo and his mannerisms very well. Hikari calls him Uncle Sharkie and she always asks her dad about how he and Kirishima became such good friends. To which Katsuki would reply with, “It’s a long story princess.”

— Kaminari was the fun uncle. He always gave off those vibes ever since high school anyway. Giving Hikari candy behind Katsuki’s back (although you made sure Kaminari didn’t give her any that were tooth rotting sweet ones) Buying her ice cream whenever he came to drop by, and bringing her to the nearby playground amongst many other things. He spoils her a lot (in a good way) and Hikari calls her the fun “sparkie” uncle.

— Then, there was Sero. He retained his love for Spiderman since he was a kid, and he was able to pass that on to Hikari. His way of playing with her was cute since Sero is super tall, he would let Hikari ride on his shoulders, trying to imitate airplane noises as they would “fly” around the house. He gifted Hikari some child-friendly comic books for you and Katsuki to read to her before. bed. Although she never fails to say that the best heroes are her mommy and daddy. She calls Sero her Uncle Spidey.

— Uncle Sharkie, Uncle Sparkie, Aunt Pinkie, and Uncle Spidey. The Holy Quaternity.

(One-shot starts below this!)

“AUNT MINA! UNCLE EIJIRO! UNCLE DENKI! UNCLE SEROOO!” Hikari rushes to the door as soon as she hears the doorbell ring, she jumps into Eijiro’s arms and the red-haired pro hero twirls her around. The rest of the Bakusquad forms a circle around her, and can’t help but look at her adoringly.

“How’s my little ball of sunshine!?” Mina squeezes Hikari’s cheekies, earning giggles from the little girl. “I’m fine Aunt Mina! I mished chu!” She begins to talk in a cute accent as she just can’t contain her excitement.

“Hikari-chan! Do you still remember our little handshake?” Sero kneels down to the little girl’s height, offering her his hand. The little girl nods, shakes it and their thumbs twiddle together, as if they were thumb wrestling. They do a few more quirky hand shakes and then end it with a bang by saying “BOOM!” Sparks suddenly fly out from Hikari’s hands, her aunt and uncles coo since noticing how much her quirk has developed ever since they started babysitting.

“Okay you two!” Mina turns to you and Katsuki, as she had noticed you had some distinct luggage packed for a quick hot spring getaway, she practically pushes the two of you out of the door when Katsuki stops in his tracks, turning to his friends.

He glares at them and points his fingers to his eyes in a “I’m watching you” type of gesture. “Not one single scratch on her or all of you are dead to me.”

Kaminari laughs, patting his friend on the back, “We gotchu buddy. Your little ball of sunshine is safe in our hands. She’ll have the best time with us!”

Hikari quickly runs to you and Katsuki, giving you both a tight hug. “We love you Hikari. We’ll just be gone for two days oki? Your uncles and your aunt here will keep you safe this weekend alright? We love you!” You peck her lightly on the cheek, a pout forming on your daughter’s face.

“I’ll miss you Mommy. Daddy.” She doesn’t let go, hugging the two of you even tighter. “I loaf you! See you soon!”

“Be a good girl okay Hikari?” Katsuki kneels down to meet his daughter’s eyes, orbs that were as passionate as his, planting a kiss on her forehead. “We’ll miss you kiddo.”

You could hear Kaminari and Sero silently snicker in the background since they still can’t wrap their head around the fact that their friend could become so soft when in front of his child as opposed to his usual rough demeanor he shows to everyone else.

Katsuki wraps his arm around your waist, holding you tightly, with you dragging along the luggage that the two of you were going to bring on this trip. You bid your final goodbyes with ease and relief, knowing that your daughter will be in “safe hands” the entire weekend.

“We’re going to have so much fun!” Mina squeezes Hikari and the rest of the Bakusquad into a hug. “What do you want to do first Hikari-chan?”

“Oh! Um! I don’t know if I should ask this b-but..” The blonde little girl hides her hands in her pockets, her feet tapping the floor. “I actually want to know how Mommy and Daddy met! Not the marry or the lovey thing! Just how they met and fell in love!”

“Hikari-chan!! You’re so cuteeeeeeee!” Kaminari begins to weep crocodile tears, pulling Hikari into another hug. “If that’s what you want to do for today, then we’ll gladly tell the story of how your mom and dad met!”

The Bakusquad formed and sat in a circle on the floor. Hikari was sitting on Mina’s lap as the latter braided her hair into what was called a Fishtail braid. Kirishima, with the help of Sato, baked some chocolate chip cookies a few days ago for all of them to snack on while they babysit Hikari.

Sero clears his voice and begins the story. “Your mom and your dad met each other in High School. Along with all of us and your Uncle Izuku, Uncle Tenya, Uncle Shoto, Aunt Ochaco, Aunt Tsuyu-” He continues to recall the names of all the other people Hikari know and love. “They were total opposites actually.”

“O-opposithes?” Hikari tilts her head, a puzzled look on her face as she tries to process what her Uncle Sero had just said. “D-does that mean that Daddy didn’t like Mommy?”

“It’s not like that Hikari-chan. Don’t worry.” Kirishima saves Sero from making the little girl misinterpret what he had just said, nudging his raven-haired friend in the arm. “It’s just that your dad was hot-headed and angry all the time, but he fell in love with your mom because she was sweet, patient and understanding!” Kirishima reiterates, a soft look on his face, looking back on the sweet sentimental memories of high school. “They were perfect for each other!”

“Oh! So daddy was angy all the time? Since mommy is really nice she told Daddy to be nice and they fell in love!?”

Mina giggles, continuing to style Hikari’s hair. “Yes Hikari-chan. That’s exactly what happened! You’re so good!”

“I am!?” Yay!” She claps her hands together, a wide smile present on her face, she was becoming more and more intrigued. “Tell me more please!”

“Well...” Kaminari continued where Kirishima had left off, “Your mom and dad got closer because they got teamed up to fight our pro hero teacher for our exam! They fought and they had a hard time talking to each other but they passed the exam in the end! It was hard at first. Your dad kept on telling us that he didn’t like your mom in a lovey way but we kept on pushing him until he accidentally said that he liked her! Your mommy heard what he said and then she told him that she liked him too!”

“F-fight? I thought Daddy only fights bad guys...” Her voice begins to crack as if she was about to cry. The Bakusquad were about to speak up and explain but failed to because as soon as Mina was done braiding her hair, Hikari immediately stands up and bows politely to the four adults. “I’m going to play with Mr. Rilakkuma for a while. See you later!” She grabs a cookie from the plate and rushes into her room, locking the door behind her.

“See you later Hikari-chan!” Kaminari waves cluelessly, not realizing what he had just said that prompted Hikari to leave the room in the first place. Mina stands up on her knees, shooting him a glare and flicking his forehead, “Did you not realize what you just did!?”

“Ahh what did I do!?” He rubs the spot on his forehead that Mina had just hit, and looks at his two other friends for a clue as to why they were ganging up with him.

“I guess Chargedolt will always be Chargedolt.” Sero shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.. “Hikari misinterpreted what you said. She thinks that Bakubro used to fight (Y/N) like she’s a villain or something back when we were in High School.”

“WAIT! OBJECTION! SHE MISINTERPRETED YOUR STORY FIRST-”

“Guys. Guys. There’s nothing we can do about it. Both of you slipped, so let’s give Hikari-chan some space first then talk to her later.” Kirishima cuts Kaminari off before he and Sero would start an argument, which would prompt Hikari to further think more negative thoughts.

“(Y/N) said that Hikari-chan’s been liking Tonkotsu Ramen recently, so I think it’s best if all of us help out in cooking her favorite comfort food to cheer her up.” Mina sighs deeply, crossing her arms. She heads straight to the kitchen without uttering another word, the three other guys follow suit.

After several hours, it was finally night time and time for dinner! At the orders of Mina, Sero and Kaminari came to pick up Hikari from her room.

Sero knocked softly. “Hikari-chan? It’s time for dinner!”

“We cooked your favoriteee Tonkatsu Ramen!” Kaminari added in a playful voice.

No reply.

“Hikari-chan?” Sero knocks again, a bit louder this time. He then turns to Denki and whispers, “Maybe she’s asleep?”

Before the two men were to retreat and go back to the living room, the door to the little girl’s room was unlocked with a long click, as if there was hesitance..

Denki quickly turns the knob to be surprised at the sight of Hikari... packing her clothes into a cute backpack?

“Hikari-chan! W-what are you doing?” Kaminari runs to her, trying to stop her from folding her clothes.

“I’m going to go see Mommy and Daddy! I’ll go take a bus and find them!” She wipes the tears streaking down her cheeks, sniffing her nose while attempting to stuff her teddy bear inside her backpack. “Daddy took Mommy so that they’re going to fight aren’t they!? I don’t want that!”

“No no no no no Hikari. It’s not like that!” Kaminari wipes the little girl’s tears with a handkerchief, he gestures Sero to call Kirishima and Mina whilst he tries to comfort the girl. “Your dad took your mom out because today is their lovey anniversary! It wasn’t because they were going to fight!”

“Ah! Owkay!” Hikari suddenly raises her head, taking the handkerchief from Denki and wiping her tears. “Can I visit Daddy and Mommy then!?”

“O-oh well...”

“Of course we can go Hikari-chan!” Kirishima barges in, Sero and Mina close behind him. “Let’s surprise them!”

“Yay! Surprising them! I love surprises!” The little girl jumps up and down in her place. “What time do we go!? What time do we goooo!?”

“After dinner you little cutie.” Mina smiles at the younger Bakugo’s sudden shift in mood. “We cooked your favorite Tonkotsu Ramen!”

“AH! TONKOTSU RAMEN TONKOTSU RAMEN!” Hikari wiggles her arms, slightly pushing the adults out of the way and runs out of her room, Sero catches up to her, only to find her sitting properly on the dining table. “I’m ready to eat now! Just waiting for all of you!” She shouts from outside.

“She’s absolutely fricking adorable.” Kaminari remarks. “But Kiri.. are you serious? We’re actually going all the way to a prefecture and bring her to her parents? Isn’t our job supposed to be keeping her here while they rest and relax in the onsen?”

“W-well... It’s not like we can do anything about it right?” Eijiro shrugs off Denki’s concern, holding on to a stress ball that Hikari had in her room. “She’ll be moping around and going back to overthinking about what her parents are doing right now. We’ll take her there and besides, once we do get there, (Y/N) and Bakugo already had a day’s worth of rest. And I think it’s time for us to take Hikari on a road trip and have fun with her!”

“Uncle Eijiro.. Aunt Mina... Uncle Denki... what’s taking you so long?” Hikari yawns and rubs her eyes, still holding on to her chopsticks. “The ramen is going to get cold...”

“Oh no! It is!?” Mina reacts quickly, taking Hikari’s hand and leading her to the table. “Let’s get there before Elsa makes it even colder!”

“NOOOOOO!! Elsa’s going to do that!? Whyyyyyy!?”

“Let’s just hope that this isn’t a repeat of what happened when we took her to the community pool.” Kaminari shakes his head, recalling the past event. “Bakugo almost killed us if it weren’t for (Y/N).”

“I don’t think it will. Besides, Sero and Mina will be with us, so the more the merrier!”

Oh and the merrier it was.

“HAKUNA MATATA! WHAT A WONDERFUL PHRASE!” Bakusquad along with Hikari, sing in unison. Bopping along to the iconic song from Lion King.

“IT MEANS NO WORRIES! FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!” Hikari belts out, the others clapping along to her singing, doing their best to hype her up

Kirishima was singing Timone’s lines, Kaminari was singing Pumba’s, Sero and Mina were the background vocals and and Hikari was singing Simba’s lines.

It was 6 am in the morning and they were finally on the road and on the way to a Hot Springs Resort in Chiba Prefecture, where you and Bakugo were staying in for the weekend.

Kirishima was driving the SUV that he immediately bought when he got his first Pro Hero paycheck, Denki was riding shotgun, and Hikari was seated at the middle squeezed in by both Mina and Sero.

Disney Songs were set to be played for the entire morning to tire out Hikari and so that she can sleep peacefully and rid Bakusquad of the slight annoyance they will receive when she asks “Are we there yet?” every 2 minutes.

Denki had unfortunately messed up the spotify playlist that Jiro had given him, and the piano opening of A Thousand Miles begins to play.

“OMG IT’S OUR SQUAD SONG!” Mina’s eyes lit up as soon as the well-known piano keys blared out from the speakers. “MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN, WALKING FAST, FACES PASS AND I’M HOMEBOUND!”

The iconic part before the chorus begins to play and the boys sing along, “AND I NEED YOU! AND I MISS YOUUU!” They shake their shoulders to the beat, and Hikari giggles along.

“CAUSE YOU KNOW I’D WALK A THOUSAND MILES IF I CAN JUST SEE YOU TONIGHTTTTT.” Bakusquad sings dramatically in unison, raising their hands up high and just vibing to the beat.

“Hikari-chan! You should totally hear your dad sing this! He loves this song!” Mina turns to the little girl who continued to laugh at how chaotic her aunt and uncles were being. “Really!? I want to learn it then so that Mommy and Daddy would know that I can be a singer too!”

The song ends and yet everyone else was still vibing. After the current song, the hype and the energy has died down and Hikari is fast asleep on Mina’s lap and her feet were lying on a pillow that was placed on Sero’s lap.

“She really is a spitting image of both (Y/N) and Bakugo. They’re really great parents.” said Sero, who wanted to break the silence and keep the atmosphere lively.

“My mind is still shook over the fact that Bakubro would turn so soft every time he’s in the same room as his daughter. It’s a complete 180 on his personality, and I really wanna tease him about it when we finally get the chance.” Kaminari interjects. “Do you think Bakugo would get mad when we arrive there?”

“Trust me on this guys.” Kirishima says casually, stepping on the gas pedal, as they go up the highway. “Bakugo won’t. In fact, I think both he and (Y/N) would be delighted to see their daughter travel for 180 miles just because of a misunderstanding.”

♡

“Suki-kun... do you think I should call up Mina to ask how Hikari’s doing?” You reach for your phone on the bedside table. “It’s 6 AM maybe Hikari forgot to drink her gummmy vitamins-”

“She’s going to be fine.” Katsuki murmurs in his bedhead voice, turning to your side of the bed to spoon you and nestle his head on your neck. “I trust Kirishima and the others.”

“This is surprising. You’re very casual about this now. What happened to your skepticism? Weren’t you too worried about how they were going to babysit Hikari after the pool incident?”

“To hell with that. If Hikari loves them, and they love her back just as much, might as well just roll with it. They’re my friends anyway and it’s better than Ilda scolding her for eating 4 M&Ms at 9 in the evening.”

You chuckle, holding his hands that were wrapped around your waist. “That’s harsh but you got a point. Although Hikari loves my friends and yours equally, they do think of Hikari as a little Bakugo so, they’re able to connect with her more.”

“What time do the private mixed gender hot springs open up again?” He grumbles suggestively and you giggle. “They open at 9 am. Should I reserve that time slot?”

“You should.” He growls but before you could even reply, he falls back to sleep.

♡

“WE’RE HERE!” Kirishima announces, waking Kaminari, Mina and Sero up from their sleep.

“W-what if this isn’t the right onsen?” Denki yawns, looking around to take in the view.

“I asked (Y/N) last night where they were staying. This is the place! She even gave me their room number for some reason.” Mina stretches her arms then pats Hikari on the forehead lightly. “Hikari we’re here...”

The little girl slowly opens her eyes, sitting up, then looks out the window.

“HOT SPRINGS! ONSEN!” She hastily tidies up her backpack and gets down the car as soon as Sero opens the door.

“Hikari-chan! Wait for us first!” Sero runs after her, making sure she doesn’t get too far.

“It’s 9 AM... I wonder if those two lovebirds are awake already.” Kaminari looks at the watch on his wrist, as he brings down their stuff from the trunk of the car.

“I looked this place up last night. It’s a family friendly hot springs resort, but it’s famed for it’s private mixed gender onsen. I wonder why though...” Mina mused, helping Denki out with bringing their stuff down.

Kirishima gets out of the car and bobs his head up as soon as he heard what Mina had said. He looks at Kaminari trying to tell him something through his stare. The mustard-haired man’s eyes widened when he realized why Kirishima was looking at him, then he turns to Mina who finally realizes what the mixed gender onsen meant.

“Oh.”

They enter the beautiful and lush resort, spotting Sero and Hikari who were sitting near the reception area, waiting for their reservation and for the rooms to be confirmed.

“Can’t believe we had to pay double the price for a standard room.” Kaminari pouts, whispering to Kirishima as the red-haired man hands him over the credit cards of each of his friends and then he hands it over to the concierge. He notices how excited Hikari looked and couldn’t help but smile.

As soon as the reservation was confirmed, Bakusquad and Hikari were able to check in immediately. Mina takes Hikari to her room while the three other boys were sharing their room with each other.

“Hikari before you can surprise your parents, you have to wear this Yukata first okay?” Mina helps fasten the bath robe on Hikari, but the little girl can’t help but be energetic and start dancing in her place. “Have you memorized the A Thousand Miles chorus already to sing to your mommy and daddy?”

“I have!”

Mina takes Hikari outside, the other boys were already out too and were wearing their bath robes.

“I saw (Y/N) enter this onsen. Maybe that’s where she and Bakugo are in? Should we take Hikari there?” Kaminari asks his three other friends, sipping on a fruit-flavored ramune, and handing one to Hikari.

“Yes please! I want to see Mommy and Daddy as soon as possible and then surprise them!” She sips on her ramune, looking at her aunt and uncles pleadingly, begging them to bring her there.

♡

“I could have sworn I heard Kaminari-kun’s voice outside.” You tell Katsuki, closing the screen door to the open air bath. You were holding a plate full of sliced Watermelon. Your robe was still on and you wanted to eat something first before getting in.

“Tch. Probably just your imagination.” Bakugo breathes a sigh of relief, slipping in further in the hot water. “I could get used to something like this every month.”

“Oh really?” You raise your eyebrow, and lick your lips. “Could you get used to-”

“If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass us ByYYY?”

You jolt up at the sweet and all too familiar voice that was echoing from the outside. Before you could even react properly, someone knocks on the door to reveal...

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“Hikari!?”

She jumps to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “I missed you so much! I thought you and Daddy were fighting that’s why you left!”

“Fighting!?” You look back and forth to Bakusquad then to your daughter. “Of course not! Why would we-”

“Uncle Sewo and Uncle Denki told me that you guys would always fight when you were in school! That’s why I thought that-”

“They did... what?” Bakugo’s tone becomes slightly irritated at the mention of Kaminari and Hanta’s name. The Bakusquad were about to face death and the consequences until...

“Oh! But! They also taught me a song today! It’s called A Thousand Miles! They said it was Daddy’s favorite!” She then turns to her father with such admiration in her eyes as she begins to sing the chorus. “Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles just to see youuu~”

“Nice one sunshine. Did you learn that for me?” He gestures Hikari to approach him, ruffling her hair as she kneels down to peck him on the cheek. “I did!”

“It’s your favorite song! So, I also traveled a thousand miles to see you and Mommy!”

“Not necessarily a thousand miles, dear. But you’re close enough! You still traveled to see us! Yay!” You clap at the genius remark your daughter had made. You turn to the Bakusquad, nodding your head at them and smile. “Thank you for taking care of Hikari and bringing her here just because she wanted to. We’ll see you later at lunch?”

“Of course! Of course!” Mina waves goodbye, a tired but loving smile formed on her face. “We had a fun time with Hikari and we just couldn’t help but bring her here. But, you have Kiri to thank for all of this though!”

“No, I shouldn’t get all of the credit. This is a Bakusquad group effort, if Kaminari and Sero didn’t slip and if Hikari didn’t misunderstand their words, then we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Kirishima cuts Mina off in a respectful way. He claps his hands together and pulls your other friends out of the room. “See ya guys later!”

“Thanks guys.” Bakugo nods generously to his friends. It was something he didn’t always do, but when he does, well, it’s worth seeing.

“Bye Uncle Sharkie, Aunt Pinkie, Uncle Sparkie and Uncle Spidey!” Hikari waves goodbye jovially, not realizing that she just called them the affectionate nicknames that she’s too embarrassed to say in front of them.

The four laugh at the little girl’s slip-up and they leave the hot springs in good spirits.

After that wonderful weekend, you explained to Hikari about why you’re taking a rest every month in the first place. She didn’t quite get the concept at first but after a little bit more of explaining, she came up with the idea that the two of you get four rest days in a month. One weekend just for you and Katsuki then the other weekend is for the three of you and if any of the Bakusquad or Dekusquad would want to come along.

It was the perfect agreement and if Hikari was going to grow up in an environment where she had the best aunts and uncles in the universe, then she’s going to grow up to be a great kid. Just like the adults in her life once were.

The End.

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How To Write Good // Vernon

A/N: It all started with watching Vernon’s English tutor series and now we’re here omg. This is my first series so please give it some love <3 kind of unedited so lmk if there’s any mistakes! PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

PAIRING: Vernon x You

GENRE: enemies to ???, fluff, student!vernon, tutor!vernon

WARNINGS: swearing

WORD COUNT: 2.7K

SUMMARY: There’s the crisp air of campus, the rush of something new, and a four year degree ahead of you. Your college experience doesn’t go off as smoothly as you’d hoped when you fall asleep on course selection day and are stuck with left over electives. Struggling to get through your creative writing class, you have no idea how you’re going to get through this semester. Fate steps in when the stranger you fought in the library might just be your only chance at passing. This is all just part of the college experience… right?

Orange leaves began surrounding the burnt red brick pathway, and the small green hills of the campus quad. Fall was fast approaching, without much warning. The bright summer sky, now often clouds of gray. The wind brushed past you, causing your hair to fly up. Your legs brushed together quickly as you tried to make your way through campus to get to your Writing in the Arts class. You swore to yourself that you wouldn't sleep through course selection but sometimes sleep was an actual priority to you...and it so happened to be on that day. Not your first choice, but definitely miles ahead of Economic History on the list of leftover electives.

You flipped over your wrist to take a look at the time on your brown pleather watch. 8:12.

Professor Hampton was an older woman, who always kept her sandy brown hair in a slick tight low bun. She had enforced a rule that the doors to the lecture hall would shut 15 minutes past the hour. If you didn’t make it then you’d have to get notes from a classmate. Maybe it’d be fine if you had a friend in the class that was actually punctual, but you had often sat alone in the same spot in the far left corner of the class room. Time was definitely never on your side as you reckoned you only had 3 minutes left until your trip downtown was rendered useless.

You swung the thick metal door open, and began pumping your legs forward, not stopping until you reached the top of the stairs. To your luck, the lecture hall was on the exact end of the hallway. As you took longer strides, your gray backpack bounced behind you. Finally arriving at the end of the long hallway, you came face to face with Professor Hampton, who had a scowl so thick you’d think it was drawn on with a felt tip permanent marker. Without an ounce of forgiveness, that old lady secured the door shut, eyes keen on your betrayed face just a few centimetres from hers.

With the little pride you still had, you contained the urge to bang on the door repeatedly and say "OPEN UP."

If you hadn't had time to get ready that day, or missed your bus, dammit this would've been the boiling point that would've driven you to kick the wall. Your saving grace was that there was a cute guy typing away on his laptop in this hallway and you'd be damned if you were about to look a fool.

It was that moment, you knew that if you were going to pass this class without sacrificing a wink of sleep, you were going to have to make a friend that was good at writing notes. And quick.

—

The next day, you navigated your way through the twists and turns of the library, never having had been there a day in your life. You swear you’d gone in a circle at this point. You promised your best friend, Taylor that you’d secure a spot for your impromptu study date. Although you both had good intentions, you knew it was more than likely going to become a gossip session that involved sometimes looking at class material.

Among the rows and rows of occupied tables, you finally found an empty table, situated next to the window that overlooked the architecture and art buildings. You settled in the chair, slipping your laptop out of your tote bag , and typing mindlessly to look busy while you waited for your friend. With a look around the room, you wondered if people actually studied at the library or if they were just faking it like you.

You were so immersed in your game of Tetris you almost didn’t hear the voice that said , “Hey, I think you’re at the wrong table.”

You paused your game and surveyed the empty wooden table you were sitting at. You blinked slowly at the brown haired man. “I was here first.”

“That might be true but I booked it out for the hour.” The stranger stood with a slight slouch, sporting a backwards snapback and a deep green hoodie. He didn't look like the type to hang out around the library- but then again, neither did you. You swear you had seen him before, but you couldn't place where.

Did I go to high school with him? you thought.

What if he was ugly and had a glow up and that’s why I don’t recognize him?

You took a closer look at him.

Nah. I don’t think he’s ever been ugly in his life.

“Look. My name's right here." He leaned forward, showing you his screen.

[TABLE 9] 3:00pm - Vernon C.

You pushed the phone away, unimpressed. "But you showed up late."

"It was only 6 minutes." Vernon scoffed, as if his tardiness would automatically forfeit him from his table.

"Well, have you ever heard of finder's keepers?"

Vernon nodded, his voice pointed. "But have you ever heard of fair and square?"

You tried your best to conceal the fact that you were somewhat amused by his elementary-level comeback.

"Could you look into your great, big heart to share?” You pouted tauntingly.

"Oh, yeah, because you need a table to play Tetris." He responded sarcastically but it was as if he had crept into your mind. You dreaded the idea of being on your feet trying to find another place for your game.

Your best friend rolled in between you two innocently, confused at the interaction at hand. It was like a kid walking in on their mom and dad fighting for the first time… except dad is a Tetris-hating stranger you just met 3 minutes ago.

“Sorry I’m late, Y/N.” Taylor interjected, trying her best to mend the atmosphere with a grin. Vernon's posture went notably straight as he exhaled, returning a sweet close-lipped smile. You couldn't help but notice the way he looked at your friend- you squinted at the shadow of the difference between this Vernon and the one that basically told you to fuck off only moments prior.

Without a doubt, you knew he was suffering from the "Taylor Effect".

Taylor was your textbook girl next door; equipped with a warm demeanour, and a confidence that was endearing rather than cocky. You could tell that Vernon was trying his best not to stare so obviously, but he was failing miserably.

Because everyone gravitated towards her, many found it odd that she chose to keep you as company. Sometimes you thought she stuck around only because your personalities were so starkly different and would emphasize how great she was, but time and time again she proved she was notable on her own accord.

"Did I interrupt something?"

You and the man shared a look.

Vernon had a feeling that if he let you speak first, that you might ruin his chances with Taylor, and there was absolutely NO shot that he was going to tell her what had just happened. You were quick to take advantage of the situation.

“Vernon just wanted to take the tab-“

He shook his head, "No, no, no I was just leaving."

You raised your eyebrow, smugly.

“I'll see you later,” He bid. Your eyes widened as he went closer to you, clasping his hand around yours and pulling you forwards into an almost embrace. He dapped you up. Vernon dapped you up. What? Did he think you were bros now?

Ya, right. You thought. This is my first and last time in this library. You will never see me or my Tetris again.

And with that, he swung his backpack over his shoulder coolly and headed down the long carpeted aisle in the other direction.

Only a few moments later did he return to go through the north exit. “Wrong way.” He mumbled, charting past both of you.

—

“So you don’t know anyone in that class?” Taylor said in disbelief as you two sat at the table you had only marginally won.

“No, I missed the first two weeks so by the time I actually went to class they already had their groups.” you responded, blowing air out of your mouth in frustration.

School had only just begun and Taylor had swept up a bunch of friends, including you, in just this one semester.

You, on the other hand, were awkward, but not in the forgivable way. You never knew the right thing to say, and your sarcasm drew a fine line between a joke and the truth. You felt like you always had to bite your tongue to hold a decent conversation with someone. In turn, this scared a lot of people away, and resulted in a small but good group of friends that understood you.

For some reason though, you did well with confrontation. That was the only time you could force yourself to not care about what someone else thought about you. Other than that, your communication skills were almost useless.

“So go up to those kids and say hi.” Taylor responded.

You knew your best friend was being well meaning, but sometimes she felt like she oversimplified your problems because she saw it through her own lens. Of course it would be easy for Taylor to do so, but for you it would be a different story. Your stomach turned at even the mere thought of introducing yourself to the group of strangers that always sat all the way in the front of the lecture hall.

“I’ll just figure it out. I don't know how to just talk to people."

“What about that guy that I just saw you with? What was that about?”

You cleared your throat, fixing your attention to your laptop screen. Getting work done suddenly seemed more interesting.

“No, no, no look at me.” Taylor dragged your laptop away.

You begrudgingly looked at your friend. “What about him?”

“Who was that? He was kind of cute.” She cupped her cheek with her hand and sat closer, clearly interested. It was rare to see you with anyone other than your usual friend group so Taylor was invested in your endeavours outside of it.

You knew that if you told Taylor about your weird argument with a stranger, that she’d explain that you were unfriendly, that you needed to be nicer, etc. etc. You didn’t need a lecture today.

“Just some dude who finished using the table.”

Taylor chuckled, “What kind of guy says bye like that to a person he just met?”

Her guess was as good as yours.

—

ONE WEEK LATER

Determination is setting 25 morning alarms, pre-picking your clothes and opting for an on-the-go breakfast in order to just make it on time for class. You took your final strides towards the class slowly, knowing you finally had time on your side. Would it be crazy to call waking up at 6am a victory? Doesn’t matter, you were just so happy, you could answer Professor Hampton’s questions… that is, if you listened.

At the bottom of the lecture hall, sat the aforementioned groups, while the top were lonesome stragglers looking at their phones in an effort to look less lonely. You knew they were probably just reviewing their settings; turning their wifi on and off.

Professor Hampton cleared her throat into the microphone at the front of the class, prompting you to pick up the pace to your regular spot at the far left corner.

No way.

Your speed slowed down again, as you craned your head to get a better look at a brown-haired boy sitting by himself.

Despite the numerous empty seats to choose from, your caffeine rush assisted you in making the possibly dumb decision of sitting exactly right next to him. He seemed unbothered, though as he didn’t look up to question it.

Professor Hampton played her slides, while you pulled out your laptop out of your tote bag.

“Hey.” You whispered.

The man’s light brown eyes flickered towards you.

“You’re in this class?” Vernon whisper-exclaimed.

It registered in your brain that this might’ve been a mistake.

You nodded.

Vernon kept his focus on the front of the class, his pencil swivelled away on his lined paper. You had never seen anyone actually take real-life notes before. You scanned his paper, pleasantly surprised at the organization.

“Why did you dap me up last week?”

“I honestly don’t know what I was doing.” He admitted.

Boys do dumb things around pretty girls. You'd seen it happen so many times with Taylor.

“She’s cute isn’t she?”

“Who?” Vernon was quick to play dumb, but he clearly knew.

You were fascinated by how he was writing and listening to you at the same time.

“Taylor—my friend.”

Vernon squinted his eyes, either to think or because he couldn’t see the projection clearly. It made you wonder why he sat in the back of the class if that was the case.

“Yeah, she is.”

Bingo.

You silently relished in your impromptu decision to sit next to a stranger.

“What would you say if I got you a date with her?”

Vernon put his pencil down. “You strike me as the kind of person who wouldn’t do that out of the kindness of your heart.”

You snorted. “You’re right.”

Vernon let out a deep sigh, pushing his hoodie sleeve up his arms. He relaxed back in his seat and stared at you as he waited for your proposal.

“What is it?” His deep voice was littered with impatience but it was clear he was at least curious.

You weren’t prepared to gain his full attention. Your mind went several ways as you collected your thoughts to be as concise as possible.

“I’m struggling in this class, okay? I can’t always make it on time, and creative writing? Not really something I’m interested in.”

“Then why’d you take the class?”

“Why does anyone do anything here? For the credit.” You responded as if the answer was obvious.

Vernon’s raised eyebrows was enough to tell you that he was actually passionate about this subject— which was perfect for you if you wanted to pass the class.

“How do I come into this, though?” His patience running thin from your incredibly interesting backstory.

“If you tutor me up until midterms and I pass, I’ll get you a date with Taylor.”

He shook his head “What if you fail?”

“Then you can take that as a reflection of your teaching skills,” Vernon rolled his eyes. Okay maybe that was a bad joke. “but on the plus side you’ve gained a new friendddddd.”

Professor Hampton gave you two a dirty look on her way back from shutting the lecture hall’s door. Vernon picked up his pencil to look busy and you tapped on your trackpad to turn the screen on.

“And what if I say no?” Vernon said between his teeth, catching the professor glare right at him with her scowl turned up to one hundred.

“Then I’ll shit talk about you to Taylor so you never have a chance.” You threatened. Your mom always urged you to use your brain, and boy, were you using it.

“You want me to teach you how to be creative?”

You shrugged. “I mean, how hard can it be?”

Vernon looked down at his notes contemplating his choices. He was silent for so long that you actually started typing notes.

“Y/N” Vernon whispered. You seemed to be fully immersed in the lesson now. Your eyes absorbing the information... Maybe writing was kind of fascinating.

“Y/N” He tried again, snapping you out of a trance.

“My bad.” you apologized. “I didn’t know the interesting part of the story was called the climax like ew—”

“I can only tutor you on Thursdays between 6 and 8 in the library. Bring your laptop and be prepared to learn.”

You knew you didn’t have class at those hours, so it should’ve been fine, but you also dreaded staying after school longer than you had to.

“What about 4-6?” You pleaded.

Vernon looked offended at your counter offer. “No. 6-8”

“4:30…?” You tried once again.

Vernon snorted at your no-quit attitude. “You wanna pass or not?”

You stuck out your hand defeatedly and Vernon shook on it before either of you could change your mind. Vernon was your new tutor.

Maybe Taylor was right. All you had to do was go up to someone and say “hi.”

And blackmail them. And use your friend as bait.

Making friends was easy.

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snake-snacc · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Topic: The "Fuckboy" thing

DISCLAIMER: This is my opinion and my thoughts! You are free to have a different opinion! Take it with a little bit of humour!

forgive my bad english

You know what guys? I think it's kinda funny how a part of the Twisted Wonderland Fandom really goes with "Yes XY is a total fuckboy! You see it in his eyes!" And from what I saw the most characters that get into this discussion are Leona, Malleus, Ace, Jamil and Floyd. BUT LET ME BURST YOUR BUBBLES GUYS AND LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE REAL "FUCKBOY" OF TWISTED WONDERLAND!

First of all, I'm gonna tell you why the pretty boys above are not really fit for the title of "Fuckboy". :3 [I will refer often to female partners but I try to keep it gender neutral most times!]

Let's start with the sleepy the lion, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

— No, my argument is not that he's too lazy. No, no. But he probably was raised to totally respect women. He even stated that he is afraid of the women in his homeland because they are pretty tough ladys! So, they wouldn't hesitate to slap a bitch if they find out he fucks around and leaves them heart broken

— Also, he probably doesn't have the strength or the motivation to handle all the drama

Next! Horny (no pun intended) boy, MALLEUS DRACONIA

— Let's be honest, he probably doesn't know how to really communicate with people, beside Yuu/MC, Lilia and maybe the rest of his dorm. Yes he can talk to others but get them into bed? I don't think so.

— He probably doesn't even know what even kissing is

Next boy! ACE TRAPPOLA

— He would go all out about stuff like "Yes, I totally would bang that girl/that boy" but in the moment the person would be stripping down in front of him, with the intention to do naughty stuff with him, he would panic. He would straight up panic and would get out of there

— Look at him. He doesn't even know how to use his dick

Next Boy! JAMIL (I'm a whore for you) VIPER

— As sad as it makes me, this pretty boy is way to stressed for fucking around! He couldn't even use it as a stress relief because while doing it, he would stress himself with stuff like "Is this good enough? Do I have enough time left? Does Kalim need help? Is the food ready?"

— Plus I see him more as a "I choose a partner and stay by their side" kinda guy. But even then he wouldn't get a partner because he knows he wouldn't have time for them so he doesn't even starts dating

Next and last! FLOYD LEECH

— He would start it, get bored and leave. Facts. This boy would just straight up leave the second his partner wouldn't play along. Maybe he even just goes before they even started because "I don't want to anymore"

— His mood swings would keep the people away from him and I don't see that he really appeals to all the naughty stuff

SO! Now that I bursted your bubbles, let me tell you about the real "Fuckboy" from Twisted Wonderland…

*dramatic music*

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(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞KALIM AL-ASIM!☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

Yeah I know I know

"But he is so baby and naive and innocent!"- quit that! No! He is not! Yes he is very naive, but in the way to trust and believe people way too easy and to believe they wouldn't do bad things twice. (This whole chapter broke my heart… my poor boys! ;-;)

But let me explain to you, why Kalim is (in my eyes) the one that should/could wear the title "Fuckboy":

— Let's start at the beginning: From what we know he has over 30 siblings, is probably the oldest, so there for he saw his Dad with the Mom. Or should I say, the Moms?! Kalims Dad probably had more than one wife, and not like "She died, or, we fell apart after 10 years", no, probably like "you look pretty, give birth to my kids, you are my wife now for a few years". (My theory/opinion on what kind of dad he has) So he had an Idol which had more women on his hands that a normal man would ever. I can see that Kalim is totally used to stuff like that from his homeland, his familie, and that the idea/concept of multiple partners at the same time is something totally normal to him.

— He will be the next Sultan. You can't tell me the girls at his homeland didn't throw themselves at him at some point of his life. "Oh you're so handsome~ And so sweet~ omg you make me laugh~", etc. And with his carefree and happy nature he probably doesn't even have a problem with that. "Oh thank you, you too ^^ Your hair is so pretty, your eyes are enchanting~", etc.

— If this sweet, so happy, smiling boy would throw a party and ask a random girl to dance with him, they wouldn't say no. They would dance with him, smile and be happy. He could get all of them wrapped around his little finger, by just smiling and asking nicely. Yes he is a little over the top sometimes, but that probably don't stand in his way

— If he doesn't get what he wants, he cries. He is so used to getting what he wants the second he recommends it, that a "No sorry, I don't want to dance/talk/come over" would be the instant start of big, wet puppy eyes and stuff like "But it would make me so happy! We could have soooo much fun! *sobbing*" (He kinda is a pick me boy not gonna lie, but i love him) and who wants a happy nature like Kalim to cry? No one! (Besides Jamil) So they would probably feel bad and be like ".. Okay.. just this one time.. and not so long.." and in the end they would be at his side for more hours then they could count.

— I can see that if he would directly ask for a person to come with him in his room and they say no, that he would be kinda sad. Puppy eyes and everything BUT he knows that he can't force people to do that stuff with him, so he just gets sad and is like "Can we at least cuddle..?" And you know what? In the end it's not just a cuddle. BUT WITH CONSENT! He respects a No, but he can't do anything about it if the person changes their mind because little Kalim is all sweet talk and praise while cuddling

— Fact is, Kalim would totally flirt talk or at least very flirty praise people without even realising. (I mean.. have you ever listened closely to how he talks about Jamil..? Way to much praise and simpness) You know, while just casual dancing with them, out of nowhere something like "Your body looks so beautiful in this light and the way it moves, mesmerising"

— Because of his "It's totally normal to have multiple partners" thingy, I can see him just living that. Party here, party there, oh you look pretty, you're mine now. And yes he knows some would just be at his side for the chance of getting some money, but why would he care? He doesn't plan to marry one of them. He would care for that when it comes to the one he should marry and when he finds out they are just after him because of the money, yeah, well bye bye then

— He is probably in general way too touchy with people, so accidents happen, right?~ (that sounds wrong) I mean with that, that probably some people would get his closeness a little wrong think he is interested in them, so they get interested and in the end, Fun~

— He calls people casually with sweet nicknames. He called Yuu/MC "My Love". So why wouldn't he just call other people too by stuff like that? The pretty dancer lady he had invited with the green eyes? "My shining emerald" The handsome boy he met at a feast in his homeland with the sun-kissed skin? "My golden sunshine"

— Just saying, who in his Homeland, from the young ladys that need to get married and stuff, wouldn't instantly say yes, if Kalim would ask them to spend time with him? The moment he would invite them into the palast, they would fall in love with him (or his money)

— He knows how the world is working. Money does big things. A soft smile, a nice ask and a little bit of "One night at the Sultans Palace / One night treated like a princess/prince, getting served from servants" and he has a partner. Kalim isn't stupid, maybe school related stuff, but not about life.

— By the way: "One night treated like a princess/prince", come one. Tell me this boy wouldn't absolutely treat his partner, even just one night stands, like total princesses/princes. He would praise them so much, tell them all the way how beautiful they are, how they are his treasure right now. Surely he could also go easily into the mood of "Serve me I'm the Prince", but I think he would make this the first few times by accident (because he was taught to be served from everyone) but quickly realize that that's not how it works.

— Facit:

Kalim could easily be a Fuckboy, or a very popular and successful Pick me Boy. But I think he would get himself in the way with his "I don't do that on purpose" nature.

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