#meat suite marathon

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(...) proponents of the Man the Hunter theory assumed evolution was acting primarily on men, and women were merely passive beneficiaries of both the meat supply and evolutionary progress.

(...) The modern physiological evidence, along with historical examples, exposes deep flaws in the idea that physical inferiority prevented females from partaking in hunting during our evolutionary past. The evidence from prehistory further undermines this notion.

(...) For those practicing a foraging subsistence strategy in small family groups, flexibility and adaptability are much more important than rigid roles, gendered or otherwise. Individuals get injured or die, and the availability of animal and plant foods changes with the seasons. All group members need to be able to step into any role depending on the situation, whether that role is hunter or breeding partner.

more discussion of the specific evidence in the article -- please give it a read! full text under readmore if you cant get the link to work

The Theory That Men Evolved to Hunt and Women Evolved to Gather Is Wrong

Cara Ocobock, Sarah Lacy

18 - 23 minutes

Even if you're not an anthropologist, you've probably encountered one of this field's most influential notions, known as Man the Hunter. The theory proposes that hunting was a major driver of human evolution and that men carried this activity out to the exclusion of women. It holds that human ancestors had a division of labor, rooted in biological differences between males and females, in which males evolved to hunt and provide and females tended to children and domestic duties. It assumes that males are physically superior to females and that pregnancy and child-rearing reduce or eliminate a female's ability to hunt.

Man the Hunter has dominated the study of human evolution for nearly half a century and pervaded popular culture. It is represented in museum dioramas and textbook figures, Saturday morning cartoons and feature films. The thing is, it's wrong.

Mounting evidence from exercise science indicates that women are physiologically better suited than men to endurance efforts such as running marathons. This advantage bears on questions about hunting because a prominent hypothesis contends that early humans are thought to have pursued prey on foot over long distances until the animals were exhausted. Furthermore, the fossil and archaeological records, as well as ethnographic studies of modern-day hunter-gatherers, indicate that women have a long history of hunting game. We still have much to learn about female athletic performance and the lives of prehistoric women. Nevertheless, the data we do have signal that it is time to bury Man the Hunter for good.

The theory rose to prominence in 1968, when anthropologists Richard B. Lee and Irven DeVore published Man the Hunter, an edited collection of scholarly papers presented at a 1966 symposium on contemporary hunter-gatherer societies. The volume drew on ethnographic, archaeological and paleoanthropological evidence to argue that hunting is what drove human evolution and resulted in our suite of unique features. "Man's life as a hunter supplied all the other ingredients for achieving civilization: the genetic variability, the inventiveness, the systems of vocal communication, the coordination of social life," anthropologist William S. Laughlin writes in chapter 33 of the book. Because men were supposedly the ones hunting, proponents of the Man the Hunter theory assumed evolution was acting primarily on men, and women were merely passive beneficiaries of both the meat supply and evolutionary progress.

But Man the Hunter's contributors often ignored evidence, sometimes in their own data, that countered their suppositions. For example, Hitoshi Watanabe focused on ethnographic data about the Ainu, an Indigenous population in northern Japan and its surrounding areas. Although Watanabe documented Ainu women hunting, often with the aid of dogs, he dismissed this finding in his interpretations and placed the focus squarely on men as the primary meat winners. He was superimposing the idea of male superiority through hunting onto the Ainu and into the past.

This fixation on male superiority was a sign of the times not just in academia but in society at large. In 1967, the year between the Man the Hunter conference and the publication of the edited volume, 20-year-old Kathrine Switzer entered the Boston Marathon under the name "K. V. Switzer," which obscured her gender. There were no official rules against women entering the race; it just was not done. When officials discovered that Switzer was a woman, race manager Jock Semple attempted to push her physically off the course.

At that time, the conventional wisdom was that women were incapable of completing such a physically demanding task and that attempting to do so could harm their precious reproductive capacities. Scholars following Man the Hunter dogma relied on this belief in women's limited physical capacities and the assumed burden of pregnancy and lactation to argue that only men hunted. Women had children to rear instead.

Today these biased assumptions persist in both the scientific literature and the public consciousness. Granted, women have recently been shown hunting in movies such as Prey, the newest installment of the popular Predator franchise, and on cable programs such as Naked and Afraid and Women Who Hunt. But social media trolls have viciously critiqued and labeled these depictions as part of a politically correct feminist agenda. They insist the creators of such works are trying to rewrite gender roles and evolutionary history in an attempt to co-opt "traditionally masculine" social spheres. Bystanders might be left wondering whether portrayals of women hunters are trying to make the past more inclusive than it really was—or whether Man the Hunter-style assumptions about the past are attempts to project sexism backward in time. Our recent surveys of the physiological and archaeological evidence for hunting capability and sexual division of labor in human evolution answer this question.

Credit: Violet Isabelle Frances for Bryan Christie Design

Before getting into the evidence, we need to first talk about sex and gender. "Sex" typically refers to biological sex, which can be defined by myriad characteristics such as chromosomes, hormone levels, gonads, external genitalia and secondary sex characteristics. The terms "female" and "male" are often used in relation to biological sex. "Gender" refers to how an individual identifies—woman, man, nonbinary, and so forth. Much of the scientific literature confuses and conflates female/male and woman/man terminology without providing definitions to clarify what it is referring to and why those terms were chosen. For the purpose of describing anatomical and physiological evidence, most of the literature uses "female" and "male," so we use those words here when discussing the results of such studies. For ethnographic and archaeological evidence, we are attempting to reconstruct social roles, for which the terms "woman" and "man" are usually used. Unfortunately, both these word sets assume a binary, which does not exist biologically, psychologically or socially. Sex and gender both exist as a spectrum, but it is difficult to add that nuance when citing the work of others.

It also bears mentioning that much of the research into exercise physiology, paleoanthropology, archaeology and ethnography has historically been conducted by men and focused on males. For example, Ella Smith of the Australian Catholic University and her colleagues found that in studies of nutrition and supplements, only 23 percent of participants were female. Emma Cowley, then at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and her colleagues found that among published studies focusing on athletic performance, only 6 percent had female-only participants; 31 percent looked exclusively at males. This massive disparity means we still know very little about female athletic performance, training and nutrition, leaving athletic trainers and coaches to treat females mostly as small males. It also means that much of the work we have to rely on to make our physiological arguments about female hunters in prehistory is based on research with small human sample sizes or rodent studies. We hope this state of affairs will inspire the next generation of scientists to ensure that females are represented in such studies. But even with the limited data available to us, we can show that Man the Hunter is a flawed theory and make the case that females in early human communities hunted, too.

From a biological standpoint, there are undeniable differences between females and males. When we discuss these differences, we are typically referring to means, averages of one group compared with another. Means obscure the vast range of variation in humans. For instance, although males tend to be larger and to have bigger hearts and lungs and more muscle mass, there are plenty of females who fall within the typical male range; the inverse is also true.

Overall, females are metabolically better suited for endurance activities, whereas males excel at short, powerful burst-type activities. You can think of it as marathoners (females) versus powerlifters (males). Much of this difference seems to be driven by the powers of the hormone estrogen.

Credit: Violet Isabelle Frances for Bryan Christie Design

Given the fitness world's persistent touting of the hormone testosterone for athletic success, you'd be forgiven for not knowing that estrogen, which females typically produce more of than males, plays an incredibly important role in athletic performance. It makes sense from an evolutionary standpoint, however. The estrogen receptor—the protein that estrogen binds to in order to do its work—is deeply ancient. Joseph Thornton of the University of Chicago and his colleagues have estimated that it is around 1.2 billion to 600 million years old—roughly twice as old as the testosterone receptor. In addition to helping regulate the reproductive system, estrogen influences fine-motor control and memory, enhances the growth and development of neurons, and helps to prevent hardening of the arteries.

Important for the purposes of this discussion, estrogen also improves fat metabolism. During exercise, estrogen seems to encourage the body to use stored fat for energy before stored carbohydrates. Fat contains more calories per gram than carbohydrates do, so it burns more slowly, which can delay fatigue during endurance activity. Not only does estrogen encourage fat burning, but it also promotes greater fat storage within muscles—marbling if you will—which makes that fat's energy more readily available. Adiponectin, another hormone that is typically present in higher amounts in females than in males, further enhances fat metabolism while sparing carbohydrates for future use, and it protects muscle from breakdown. Anne Friedlander of Stanford University and her colleagues found that females use as much as 70 percent more fat for energy during exercise than males.

Correspondingly, the muscle fibers of females differ from those of males. Females have more type I, or "slow-twitch," muscle fibers than males do. These fibers generate energy slowly by using fat. They are not all that powerful, but they take a long time to become fatigued. They are the endurance muscle fibers. Males, in contrast, typically have more type II ("fast-twitch") fibers, which use carbohydrates to provide quick energy and a great deal of power but tire rapidly.

Females also tend to have a greater number of estrogen receptors on their skeletal muscles compared with males. This arrangement makes these muscles more sensitive to estrogen, including to its protective effect after physical activity. Estrogen's ability to increase fat metabolism and regulate the body's response to the hormone insulin can help prevent muscle breakdown during intense exercise. Furthermore, estrogen appears to have a stabilizing effect on cell membranes that might otherwise rupture from acute stress brought on by heat and exercise. Ruptured cells release enzymes called creatine kinases, which can damage tissues.

Studies of females and males during and after exercise bolster these claims. Linda Lamont of the University of Rhode Island and her colleagues, as well as Michael Riddell of York University in Canada and his colleagues, found that females experienced less muscle breakdown than males after the same bouts of exercise. Tellingly, in a separate study, Mazen J. Hamadeh of York University and his colleagues found that males supplemented with estrogen suffered less muscle breakdown during cycling than those who didn't receive estrogen supplements. In a similar vein, research led by Ron Maughan of the University of St. Andrews in Scotland found that females were able to perform significantly more weight-lifting repetitions than males at the same percentages of their maximal strength.

If females are better able to use fat for sustained energy and keep their muscles in better condition during exercise, then they should be able to run greater distances with less fatigue relative to males. In fact, an analysis of marathons carried out by Robert Deaner of Grand Valley State University demonstrated that females tend to slow down less as a race progresses compared with males.

If you follow long-distance races, you might be thinking, wait—males are outperforming females in endurance events! But this is only sometimes the case. Females are more regularly dominating ultraendurance events such as the more than 260-mile Montane Spine foot race through England and Scotland, the 21-mile swim across the English Channel and the 4,300-mile Trans Am cycling race across the U.S. Sometimes female athletes compete in these races while attending to the needs of their children. In 2018 English runner Sophie Power ran the 105-mile Ultra-Trail du Mont-Blanc race in the Alps while still breastfeeding her three-month-old at rest stations.

Inequity between male and female athletes is a result not of inherent biological differences between the sexes but of biases in how they are treated in sports. As an example, some endurance-running events allow the use of professional runners called pacesetters to help competitors perform their best. Men are not permitted to act as pacesetters in many women's events because of the belief that they will make the women "artificially faster," as though women were not actually doing the running themselves.

The modern physiological evidence, along with historical examples, exposes deep flaws in the idea that physical inferiority prevented females from partaking in hunting during our evolutionary past. The evidence from prehistory further undermines this notion.

Consider the skeletal remains of ancient people. Differences in body size between females and males of a species, a phenomenon called sexual size dimorphism, correlate with social structure. In species with pronounced size dimorphism, larger males compete with one another for access to females, and among the great apes larger males socially dominate females. Low sexual size dimorphism is characteristic of egalitarian and monogamous species. Modern humans have low sexual size dimorphism compared with the other great apes. The same goes for human ancestors spanning the past two million years, suggesting that the social structure of humans changed from that of our chimpanzeelike ancestors.

Sophie Power ran the 105-mile Ultra-Trail du Mont-Blanc race in the Alps while breastfeeding her child at rest stations. Credit: Alexis Berg

Anthropologists also look at damage on our ancestors' skeletons for clues to their behavior. Neandertals are the best-studied extinct members of the human family because we have a rich fossil record of their remains. Neandertal females and males do not differ in their trauma patterns, nor do they exhibit sex differences in pathology from repetitive actions. Their skeletons show the same patterns of wear and tear. This finding suggests that they were doing the same things, from ambush-hunting large game animals to processing hides for leather. Yes, Neandertal women were spearing woolly rhinoceroses, and Neandertal men were making clothing.

Males living in the Upper Paleolithic—the cultural period between roughly 45,000 and 10,000 years ago, when early modern humans entered Europe—do show higher rates of a set of injuries to the right elbow region known as thrower's elbow, which could mean they were more likely than females to throw spears. But it does not mean women were not hunting, because this period is also when people invented the bow and arrow, hunting nets and fishing hooks. These more sophisticated tools enabled humans to catch a wider variety of animals; they were also easier on hunters' bodies. Women may have favored hunting tactics that took advantage of these new technologies.

What is more, females and males were buried in the same way in the Upper Paleolithic. Their bodies were interred with the same kinds of artifacts, or grave goods, suggesting that the groups they lived in did not have social hierarchies based on sex.

Ancient DNA provides additional clues about social structure and potential gender roles in ancestral human communities. Patterns of variation in the Y chromosome, which is paternally inherited, and in mitochondrial DNA, which is maternally inherited, can reveal differences in how males and females dispersed after reaching maturity. Thanks to analyses of DNA extracted from fossils, we now know of three Neandertal groups that engaged in patrilocality—wherein males were more likely to stay in the group they were born into and females moved to other groups—although we do not know how widespread this practice was.

Patrilocality is believed to have been an attempt to avoid incest by trading potential mates with other groups. Nevertheless, many Neandertals show both genetic and anatomical evidence of repeated inbreeding in their ancestry. They lived in small, nomadic groups with low population densities and endured frequent local extinctions, which produced much lower levels of genetic diversity than we see in living humans. This is probably why we don't see any evidence in their skeletons of sex-based differences in behavior.

For those practicing a foraging subsistence strategy in small family groups, flexibility and adaptability are much more important than rigid roles, gendered or otherwise. Individuals get injured or die, and the availability of animal and plant foods changes with the seasons. All group members need to be able to step into any role depending on the situation, whether that role is hunter or breeding partner.

Observations of recent and contemporary foraging societies provide direct evidence of women participating in hunting. The most cited examples come from the Agta people of the Philippines. Agta women hunt while menstruating, pregnant and breastfeeding, and they have the same hunting success as Agta men.

They are hardly alone. A recent study of ethnographic data spanning the past 100 years—much of which was ignored by Man the Hunter contributors—found that women from a wide range of cultures hunt animals for food. Abigail Anderson and Cara Wall-Scheffler, both then at Seattle Pacific University, and their colleagues reported that 79 percent of the 63 foraging societies with clear descriptions of their hunting strategies feature women hunters. The women participate in hunting regardless of their childbearing status. These findings directly challenge the Man the Hunter assumption that women's bodies and childcare responsibilities limit their efforts to gathering foods that cannot run away.

So much about female exercise physiology and the lives of prehistoric women remains to be discovered. But the idea that in the past men were hunters and women were not is absolutely unsupported by the limited evidence we have. Female physiology is optimized for exactly the kinds of endurance activities involved in procuring game animals for food. And ancient women and men appear to have engaged in the same foraging activities rather than upholding a sex-based division of labor. It was the arrival some 10,000 years ago of agriculture, with its intensive investment in land, population growth and resultant clumped resources, that led to rigid gendered roles and economic inequality.

Now when you think of "cave people," we hope, you will imagine a mixed-sex group of hunters encircling an errant reindeer or knapping stone tools together rather than a heavy-browed man with a club over one shoulder and a trailing bride. Hunting may have been remade as a masculine activity in recent times, but for most of human history, it belonged to everyone.

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Twst horror movie taste hcs

A response to smthn in my ask box! I've actually had this in my drafts for over a year!

Riddle

DEFINITELY was not allowed to watch horror movies

I feel like his dormmates have been easing him into the genre a little

He likes Carrie. He finds Carrie White relatable

I feel like Riddle would also like early horror. Universal monsters and maybe a little Hitchcock

But he can't do gore and he isnt a huge fan of slashers

Trey

Casual horror fan. Pretty decent taste

Like he's seen most of the big franchises (Halloween, NOES, Friday the 13th, Scream, Child's Play, etc.)

He seems like either a 70s horror kinda guy or a 90s-2000s horror kinda guy.

Maybe I'm projecting but. I feel like he'd enjoy Black Christmas

Probably secretly enjoys really fucked up insane movies. Curse of science club

Cater

LOVES schlocky slashers

Definitely watches Dead Meat. I feel it in my bones.

Cater likes campy stuff above all. He HAS done a Jennifer Check Halloween costume.

Probably loves The Lost Boys, The Craft, Jennifer's Body, Bride of Chucky, Rocky Horror, all of that fun stuff

Him and Trey have occasional marathons. Sometimes they invite Riddle

Deuce

LOVES HORROR STUFF

Has a tendency to get spooked by it, though

He absolutely loves the Friday the 13th movies.

Has probably done a Billy and Stu costume w Ace

Ace

He's such a wuss but he pretends he isn't

This fuck chooses the scariest shit during horror movie nights and almost pisses his pants

His fav is probably Fright Night. Idk why

Leona

He "doesn't watch movies"

I think he'd fw Chucky though

Ruggie

Black comedy lover

HUGE fan of b-movie franchises like Leprechaun, Gingerdead Man, Evil Bong, etc

I feel like he watches Troma

Avid $5 movie box enthusiast

Jack

I don't think he'd watch any

He gets too upset

Azul

Hes a coward

He really likes movies where the killer gets revenge on their bullies

Idk why but I think he'd fuck with paranormal horror

He likes The Shining. No clue why

Jade

SCARY TASTE BAD TASTE

He's an extreme horror fan

He's seen it ALL

like. Homie can watch the most fucked up shit with a straight face

He recommends Salo at parties. He also is no longer allowed to go to parties.

Floyd

Like Jade.

Fucko will absolutely be like "we shld watch Slaughtered Vomit Dolls!!! I've heard it's really fun" so he doesn't get invited to Halloween parties.

Kalim

Also doesn't watch horror

He gets emotional when certain characters die

He does fw hocus pocus though

Jamil

Also a really graphic horror fan

He probably likes it as projection

He also likes complex psychological stuff. More of a casual fan but has a morbid curiosity with the genre

Really likes "descent into madness" movies

Vil

ARTHOUSE MOVIES

But I feel like Vil wld adore Black Swan specifically. It's a personal callout

Vil likes the darker, artsier vampire movies. They prioritize aesthetic above all else and WILL critique period-inaccurate costuming

But has one rlly campy guilty pleasure franchise. Idk why but I wanna say Sleepaway Camp. Pretends the ending of the first movie doesn't exist.

Rook made her watch Serial Mom and she kinda fucking loved it

Rook

I'm split here. Because this man is a fucking FREAKAZOID

Either he only watches deeply artsy pretentious horror films for the beauty in it

Or he has a collection of "horror" DVDs that are VERY VERY DUBIOUS. And probably real

Whatever. Rook Hunt I recommend The Hunger with David Bowie and Katherine Deneuve because it suits him. Also Hellraiser for graphic gore and also weird erotica.

Also he's a John Waters girlie. I believe it with my whole fucking soul.

Epel

Why do I wanna say Final Destination or Texas Chainsaw Massacre?

Surprised by how much his dormmates actually enjoy bloody horror movies. Despite that, he handles mainstream horror better than he handles Vil's arthouse horror or Rook's whatever the fuck Rook watches

Idia

Category 5 autisms about Perfect Blue

Genuine diehard horror fan. This is canon btw

He has a canon niche horror franchise he made a detailed Halloween cosplay of. This is a fact.

Also. Re-Animator for obvious reasons

Ortho

He is the horror, if you think about it.

Also he watched Videodrome because of the film club and got really into it

Malleus

I can only imagine him watching black and white horror. And distinctly romantic vampire movies

Bride of Frankenstein girlie

Lilia

All of em

ALL. OF. THEM.

Old weird bat man liked horror movies that only 5 people have ever seen. He has the most insane letterboxd page known to man

Silver

He doesn't have much interest in horror as a genre

But maybe Nightmare on Elm Street. Lilia made him watch it

He liked Dream Warriors.

Sebek

Tried to sit through a horror movie because Lilia likes them but he couldn't do it

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50 Writing Starters I Got From This Random Children's Writing Book I Found Cleaning My Room. (All of them)

1. How would you play in a puddle?

2. How would you make three wishes?

3. How would you capture a mouse?

4. How would you move your belongings? (Word bank: boxes, heavy, toys, pets, family, storage, bed)

5. How would you walk to school?

6. How would you catch a butterfly?

7. How would a superhero marry a princess?

8. How would you catch a shooting star? (Word bank: sky, bright, luck, wish, moon, leap, dream.)

9. How would you eat brussel sprouts?

10. How would you make a garden?

11. How would you work on a farm?

12. How would you explore the world? (Word bank: voyage, travel, map, ship, airplane, crew, compass)

13. How would elepants take baths?

14. How would a hippo get his teeth cleaned? (Word bank: mouth, dentist, floss, toothbrush, molars, braces, fluoride)

15. How would a deer fly?

16. How would pigs make mud pies?

17. How would you make a sandwich? (Word Bank: bread, cheese, peanut butter, meat, spread, ketchup, lunch box)

18. How would an apple pie smell?

19. How would you ice-skate?

20. How would you drive a car?

21. How would you relax?

22. How would you pack your backpack? (Word bank: pencils, books, folders, homework, straps, zipper, calculator )

23. How would you teach a class?

24. How would you sing in a chior?

25. How would you travel around the world?

26. How would you catch a lizard? (Word Bank: tail, cage, scaly, food, climb, run, trap

27. How would you eat all the ice cream in the world?

28. How would you teach a dog a trick?

29. How would you make the best pizza in the world?

30. How would you drive a race car? (Word Bank: helment, uniform, fast, tires, pit crew, finnish line, winner's circle)

31. How would you go to the beach?

32. How would you organize your toys?

33. How would you go fishing?

34. How would you talk to the president? ( Word Bank: important, White House, telephone, conversation, visit, message, meeting )

35. How would you cat be a princess?

36. How would it rain all the time?

37. How would a gifaffe wear clothes?

38. How would you dress for Halloween? (Word Bank: costume, trick-or-treat, candy, parents, spooky, neighborhood, friends)

39. How would you run a marathon?

40. How would the weather be in your dreams?

41. How would you climb a tree?

42. How would you fly with birds? (Word Bank: wings, food, nest, sky clouds, worms, chirp)

43. How would you make a flower grow?

44. How would you find honey?

45. How would you fly a plane?

46. How would you sail a sailboat? (Word Bank: wind, rudder, sails, ocean, waves, storm, life jacket)

47. How would you drive a train?

48. How would you fill your calender for a month?

49. How would you change your name?

50. How would you dress to go to a ball? (Word Bank: formal, dress, suit, dancing, dinnerm occasion, attire)

[bodybychic]

Fueling Your Body: Nutrition Essentials for Sustainable Weight Control

Achieving sustainable weight control isn’t about crash diets or quick fixes. Instead, it requires a well-balanced, nutrient-rich diet that fuels your body and supports long-term health. Whether you're searching for weight management near me or exploring ways to boost your energy and vitality, this guide will help you understand the essentials of nutrition for lasting weight control.

The Foundation of Sustainable Weight Control

The Role of Nutrition in Weight Management

Your body is a complex system, and managing your weight involves much more than counting calories. According to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), about 49.1% of adults in the U.S. attempted to lose weight between 2013 and 2016, highlighting the growing focus on healthier lifestyles. However, a sustainable approach to weight management involves a balanced intake of macronutrients (proteins, carbohydrates, and fats) and micronutrients (vitamins and minerals).

Macronutrients: Your Body's Energy Source

Protein – The Building Block for Muscle and Metabolism

Protein is crucial for repairing and building muscle tissue, which boosts metabolism. A study published in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition revealed that increasing protein intake by just 15-30% can significantly enhance weight loss and maintenance.

Best Sources:

Lean meats like chicken and turkey

Plant-based options such as tofu, lentils, and quinoa

Low-fat dairy products like Greek yogurt

Carbohydrates – The Energy Provider

Carbohydrates often get a bad rap, but they’re essential for energy. Opt for complex carbs like whole grains, fruits, and vegetables to maintain stable blood sugar levels and avoid energy crashes.

Pro Tip: Incorporate high-fiber foods like oats and brown rice to keep you fuller longer, reducing unnecessary snacking.

Micronutrients: The Unsung Heroes of Nutrition

Vitamins and Minerals for Optimal Health

Micronutrients play a critical role in metabolic processes, immune function, and overall health. For instance, Vitamin D has been linked to better weight management, with studies showing that individuals with sufficient Vitamin D levels tend to have a healthier BMI.

Key Nutrients to Focus On:

Calcium: Supports bone health and metabolic processes

Iron: Improves energy levels and prevents fatigue

Magnesium: Regulates blood sugar and improves muscle function

The Importance of Hydration

Don’t overlook the power of hydration in weight management. Drinking enough water can boost your metabolism by up to 30% for an hour, according to research from The Journal of Clinical Endocrinology & Metabolism. Aim for at least 8-10 glasses of water daily to support digestion and reduce hunger.

Mindful Eating for Long-Term Success

Practice Portion Control

It's easy to overeat, even healthy foods. Mindful portion control can help you consume the right amount of calories without feeling deprived.

Listen to Your Body

Pay attention to hunger and fullness cues. Eating slowly and savoring each bite can help prevent overeating and improve digestion.

Find Weight Management Support Near You

If you’re looking for personalized guidance, consider searching for medical weight management to find local nutritionists, dietitians, or wellness centers. These professionals can tailor a nutrition plan that suits your lifestyle, preferences, and health goals.

Final Thought

Sustainable weight control is a marathon, not a sprint. By fueling your body with the right nutrients, staying hydrated, and practicing mindful eating, you can achieve your weight management goals while maintaining a healthy relationship with food.

Start your journey today—fuel your body, empower your mind, and embrace a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle!

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Preparing for Tennessee's Popular Running Events and Marathons with Tennessee Men's Clinic

Get Ready to Conquer Tennessee's Running Events and Marathons with Expert Guidance from Tennessee Men's Clinic

Preparing for Tennessee's premier running events and marathons requires a well-rounded approach, combining effective training schedules, smart nutrition, and strategic planning. Whether you're gearing up for the Rock 'n' Roll Nashville Marathon or the Chattanooga Marathon, these expert tips will help you perform at your best.

Craft a Training Schedule that Suits You

Consistency is Key: According to Tennessee Men's Clinic, you must establish a regular training routine that gradually increases in intensity. Start with shorter runs and progressively build up your mileage. This allows your body to adapt to the demands of long-distance running without risking injury.

Incorporate Variety: Mix up your training with different types of runs—tempo runs, interval training, and long-distance runs. This not only keeps things interesting but also improves your overall endurance, speed, and strength.

Rest and Recovery: Don't underestimate the power of rest. Allow your body time to recover with at least one rest day per week. Active recovery, such as light yoga or stretching, can also help keep your muscles flexible and prevent injuries.

Prioritize Nutrition and Hydration

Balanced Diet: Fuel your body with a balanced diet rich in carbohydrates, proteins, and healthy fats. Carbohydrates are your primary energy source, so focus on whole grains, fruits, and vegetables. Proteins help with muscle repair and recovery, so include lean meats, beans, and legumes in your meals.

Hydration is Crucial: Staying hydrated is essential, especially during long runs. Drink water throughout the day and consider electrolyte-rich drinks during intense training sessions to replenish lost minerals.

Pre-Run Fuel: Eating a light meal or snack an hour before your run can provide the necessary energy. Opt for easily digestible options like a banana, a piece of toast with peanut butter, or a smoothie.

Gear Up with the Right Equipment

Invest in Quality Running Shoes: Your running shoes are your most important gear. Invest in a pair that offers proper support, fits well, and suits your running style. Replace them every 300-500 miles to avoid wear and tear that could lead to injuries.

Comfortable Clothing: Choose moisture-wicking fabrics to keep you dry and comfortable during your runs. Dressing in layers can help you adjust to Tennessee's variable weather conditions.

Plan Your Race Day Strategy

Familiarize Yourself with the Route: Knowing the race course can help you mentally prepare for the terrain and any challenging segments. Study the elevation map and plan your pacing strategy accordingly.

Pace Yourself: Start slow and gradually increase your pace. It's easy to get caught up in the excitement at the beginning of the race, but conserving energy early on will pay off in the later miles.

Mental Preparation: Running a marathon is as much a mental challenge as it is a physical one. Develop a positive mindset, set achievable goals, and visualize crossing the finish line.

Listen to Your Body

Address Pain Early: Don't ignore any signs of pain or discomfort. Early intervention can prevent minor issues from becoming major injuries. Consult a professional if you experience persistent pain.

Adjust as Needed: Be flexible with your training plan. If you're feeling overly tired or under the weather, it's okay to take an extra rest day or adjust your workout.

Preparing for Tennessee's top running events and marathons requires dedication, planning, and a holistic approach to training and nutrition. Tennessee Men's Clinic says that by following these expert tips, you'll be well-equipped to tackle any race and achieve your personal best. Remember, the journey to the starting line is just as important as the race itself. Enjoy the process, celebrate your progress, and embrace the thrill of race day. Happy running!

[lonespektr]

SEPTEMBER 14TH HORROR WATCH

Slash/Back

Why are they starting it like a documentary ?

Okay fishing boat

Blubber whale seal? Diced raw fish

Daughter father hunting

She can shoot

6 years later

Snow cores? ( i was looking down 😭)

White guy? Researcher

Some samples

Pulsing brain looking thingy in the show

ALIEN FACE SNATCH

And he gone

Soilstice

She looks too old to be a playground

But too old to jand with dad

Quarter allowance DAMN

60 weeks to save 15$

The toothless kid is getting stolen from by older girl

With the braids

No this one got braids too

Bike rescuer bout to save lil bit money

BIKE RACE

Whooo 12! 🚨

Other girls are biking now too unclear why

Got her threw her off the bike.omg PEAK LIL KIDS

They are friends again now just like that she literally just ran her off the road now they are all gonna hang out 🤣🤣🤣

Some girl harpooned a whale (reportedly)

"you're vicious on insta" I LOVE A DEAD PAN DELIVERY

They conspiring to go out on a boat alone

Dead white man on the news

She sunk out with the gun

(it has a scope) she's a long shot

The lil bit wanted to come but they sent her on a snack run she keeps trying to make 15$ deals to hand out with the older kids

She said i can make deals 🤣🤣

Old man caught them talking the boat out peak small town

Lil bit biked all the way to where they are or is she somewhere else by herself??

No she there

Polar bear

Whoa! Very far away to shoot it isn't that illegal

Bear attack

One shot still coming 2 girl shooters

Oh but this over folds under pressure

It got lil bit

Ooo she dead

Shot 2 main hunter girl got em

But lik bit

Holy crap how is she not mauled to death

She was just out, not a single scratch concussion only

They bail

OH AND THE BEAR has the alien thing inside it

They at least clocked the bear looked sus and was charging all wild like one foot was twisted

Black blood

Whitecop hassles kids

Anuk cop saves the day

Look into the kids respectives home

Well off girl parents ignore her

Main girls?? Step mom kinda mean v young??

Dead pan girl mom feeds her only big girl

Tattling is still the primary currency at that age

Shooter no 1 went to find the bear

Find the bike

Alien got somebody at the dock

Granny got dementia

Earlier they were dating all the adults get shit faced

Reference to one abusive parent

Shooter no 1 found the (ookie?) Goopy alien mother ship

Good alien visual bad fox puppet visuals and fight scene

Ookie knifed the fox

Saw the dock worker and other animals getting turned

She's the only one that believes the old stories

At the hot guys house party

Hot guy likes main girl

Main girl is like very queer coded

Lots of internalized racism from her

Kfc expensive yikes

What defines country food ?

I guess shes the trailer trash kid of the already poor kids

White cop got turned by polar bear alien now the literal embodiment of terror to the community

Main kid )maika is being mean to everybody who connects to their culture like literally triggered

Uhp hot boy might just want to hang out with her dad and be a great hunter

Could be both

Ookie came back and warned them but they aren't buying it

Cop there

Oh full exorcist very nice up the stairs

All this is giving Vincent denofrio man n black meat suit doesn't fit btw

Ookie and maika both carry knives

Alien cop went after ookie maika slasher him he ran off

They realized lil bit could be next because she was attacked earlier

These things aren't much for marathons

Sprints only they give up fast

Or more accurate like humans

They sprint, wait, and track

They had sense enough to call police but not mention aliens (say it's drunk men)

This was a weird transition

But now they are building a fort (for nostalgia) the older girls are obviously trying to calm the younger ones down but it was a stiff scene

The acting and writing is a bit inconsistent

That cop lady come to the rescue but she got killed off screen

Strategy session

Noodles and claws

Knife is an oolu

They do the weird walk until they get close

When they get far away they just slow down and go back on exorcist walking 🤣🤣

🤣 dummies think they are tricking us 🤣

U have to be brave

The fuck i do!! 😭😭 that's the first time i heard that

Lol what did she spray

Speaking of it's a literal dkunk outside RN

Timing 🕝

Okay rich girl is staying with the lil kids inside a steel cargo carrier

The girls bail and get tooled up

And hunting make up (imitation ink)

They are unserious in only a way that kids can be

Set a trap 1 down

Hot boy

Trap 2 w/ the quad

Failure

Oakie injury

Maika lost the gun

Everyone is proving to be a better friend than protag

Aliens in maika house

Excellent transition

She got knocked down the whole screen went blank then we flash back to another childhood hunting scene

Old man managed to get away official mantle pass (mechete) to maika and she gets him

Oh the mother ship sent out a beacon after that death

Lol aliens said fuck this shit and just left

Back on the boat with pop

Maika got a job

Seem like dad drinking less is the implication

Lol i guess the news found out ookie is like me i found the aliens interview ME

LAND BACK at the end there

V cute

[dont-get-axe-murdered]

Ways to respond to a man catcalling you using mindfuckery

He asks who you're all dressed up for/where your going/if you have a boyfriend: "Oh, shit did she tell you? She said she was gonna wait til she talked to your dad. This is for your mom, we're gonna have marathon sex after she gets your dad to sign the divorce papers. I hope this won't make things awkward for us, but hey, at least you're finally gonna have a positive male role model in your life. I can't wait for you to call me step-daddy."

He approachs you in a QUIET PUBLIC space: "Aw you're so cute! You're such a charming little guy, do you wanna come back to my place? I think I have such a pretty pink collar to fit that tiny neck of yours! Do you want a pair of cat ears too? Maybe a leash? C'mon, why don't you get on your knees and meow for mommy, be a good kitty baby for mommy!"

Buys you a drink: "You think I'm stupid, Kevin? You send me threatening texts through some burner phone, put ransom notes in my mailbox, light my rose bushes on fire, and bring dead rats to my fucking door and think you can just buy me a goddamn drink. You’re fucking crazy, you need to leave me alone. Did you forget the restraining order? I'm gonna call the cops, Kevin."

He touches you without permission: "Oh, ow ow ow, shit. Be careful, you dumbass the skin hasn't finished congealing yet. I have yet to mend fully with the mortal flesh suits. Besides if you tear any webbing keeping it together my Eldritch essence will seep out, melting this world to mere chaotic lunacy through such contact. We are here to live among them as we situate our ruling, it is not ready yet for careless misactions. Where did you get yours? It reaks of feral meat moisture. Must you bathe it?"

[anitosoul]

tripreport021: Mirrorworld

liminal dissociation in the mirror realm🪞

A-Side: Mirrorworld Tracklist

1. 00:00 FKA twigs - meta angel 2. 03:47 Commodo - Procession 3. 05:00 Earl Sweatshirt - Fire in the Hole 4. 07:49 Dazegxd - fallin 4 u (i rly like u) 5. 08:48 &on&on - Don’t Say a Word 6. 12:03 Ossie - Flutes of Fire 7. 14:46 RXKnephew - Squabble 8. 17:57 aya - what if i should fall asleep and slipp under 9. 19:30 Siouxxie - ketamine 10. 21:20 TNGHT - Brick Figures 11. 22:45 Yung Bruh - Vintage LSD 2 12. 26:40 Devoye - Sentimental 13. 28:50 AceMo - Mind Jungle 14. 31:10 optic core - Aether World 15. 31:50 FROMTHEHEART - MIDWESTEMO2 16. 33:43 Regal86 - Shine of the Night 17. 35:30 Heatace - Genesis Explorer 18. 38:40 WAVEDASH - Dummo Loop (TRALES Remix) 19. 40:15 eldia - Shell Suit Zero (feat. Dazegxd & Optic Core) 20. 42:32 Joy Orbison - Red Velve7 21. 44:30 Human Part - TRYING 2 (HOLLA @ ME)

B-Side: dlrowrorriM Tracklist

1. 00:00 Years & Years - Starstruck (Vegyn Remix) 2. 03:00 FKA twigs - oh my love 3. 06:42 Body Meat - ULTIMA 4. 09:15 Partok, Matushka, Apfelberg - Nai Nai 5. 11:25 Argy - Magic Order 6. 14:15 Soichi Terada - Bamboo Fighter 7. 16:30 Lauren Bousfield - Our Trauma 8. 19:30 Anklepants - U-Al-Alt 9. 21:55 Unknown - Fellas With an Attitude 10. 24:00 Yuné Pinku - Laylo 11. 25:55 Zomby - Euphoria 12. 29:00 Varg - A Weak Heart to Break (BD 4-Ever) 13. 31:40 Space Africa - Indigo Grit (feat. guest) 14. 32:58 Kirby and the Amazing Mirror - Dark Meta Knight Battle 15. 34:10 M.A BEAT! - Love You (Birthday) 16. 36:30 Less Instructions - Sungrazer 17. 39:15 Penelope’s Fiance - Futile Endeavours 18. 41:10 Aphex Twin - Vordhosbn 19. 42:50 Placid Angles - Vent 20. 44:30 Burial - Shadow Paradise

This month was characterized by dissociation; the sense of living in an alternate reality. New Years didn’t feel celebratory as the Omicron variant was ravaging the city, serving as a reminder that we were still in a global pandemic.

I started off the month back in Tulsa for our friends’ wedding and it was a similarly strange experience being thrown back into the space and relationships I was still processing from 2021.

One of my best friends was in the city when I returned, emphasizing the mirror vibes as we hung out in the empty city. We randomly saw Aziz Ansari do a set at Madison Square Garden. We ate pizza. I was training for a marathon. None of it made much sense at all 🥴

It all felt so liminal—I was in a suspended, absurd period between my career, my social life, my relationships, and the state of the world. This culminated in going to the MERGE rave at Market Hotel at the end of the month, where we entered at 11pm and emerged at 8am to a fully silent NYC covered in a foot of snow. I had never heard the city that quiet before; there were no car sounds, no shouting, no birds, nothing. We had to trek all the way back to a friend’s apartment and the only thing we heard on the way was a car eerily playing “Do You Want to Build a Snowman?”

I had no idea where 2022 was going to go and I could have never predicted the ride it was going to take me on. 2021 was chaotic, but 2022 was a fully new challenge. The music in this mix is a representation of that disparate, absurd, liminal, and just plain weird feeling of starting a new year in the remnants of a global pandemic.

[thekingslover]

Months have passed since Cas came back from the Empty and saved Dean. Since one close call too many brought forward questions of the future for the Winchesters and their found family. Someone whispered, retirement, and the thought took hold.

Sam and Eileen settled enough to talk of marriage and family. They picked out a farmhouse at the edge of a small town. Sam showed Dean pictures of a matching one, across the street.

“For you and Cas,” Sam said.

“Yeah, sure.” Dean laughed, as Sam frowned and Cas turned his gaze down to the floor.

Sam moved out first. Dean bought the house across the street, but wasn’t in as big a hurry to leave the bunker. It had been their home for longer than anywhere; it was a good enough place.

Cas stayed too. Dean saw him at breakfast and dinner, and sometimes at lunch, if Cas came to the garage where Dean tuned and retuned the car. Keeping busy was important. Too many thoughts were the enemy.

Cas would sit beside him at the table, or on the couch, or on the cool concrete floor, back pressed up against the side of the Impala. They talked some, at first, about the weather, about Sam and Eileen, about breakfast and lunch and dinner. Soon Dean stopped trying. Cas tried a little longer.

Then there was silence and missed meals and excuses. Shuffling footsteps down a dimly lit hallway. A shadow under a bedroom door, but never any knock.

Until tonight.

“You haven’t even packed.”

Dean glances at the doorway, away from the monster-movie marathon on the television screen. The room was a bit hot earlier; he’d left the door open.

“I’m beginning to think that you don’t want to move,” Cas says. He’s traded in his ill-fitting suit and overcoat for a pair of equally ill-fitting button down pajamas and fuzzy gray slippers. “Maybe you didn’t want to retire.”

Dean looks back to the television, but it has commercials on now. No escape there. So he licks his lips, shoves down the growing dread, and asks, “You got a lead?”

“A... lead?”

“For a hunt.” Dean’s out of practice. He has been kind of enjoying the lazier life, without almost dying all the time, but he’d go back for Cas.

Cas stands taller, even as his face falls. “You do want to go back.”

“Don’t you?”

Cas looks him dead in the face. “No.”

Dean, startled, nearly falls off the bed. “No?” He scrambles to right himself, and then to fully stand. Then why are they having this conversation at all? Why aren’t things good enough as they are?

“No, Dean.” Bags hang heavy under Cas’s eyes. Dean moves closer for a better look. Cas has always been rumpled, but Dean can’t remember the last time he’d seen him look so... tired.

So human.

“Cas.” Dean’s dread crawls up his throat, choking his words so they come out tight and breathless. “What did you do?”

Cas won’t meet his gaze, guilty, and all Dean can do is try to brace himself for --

“I asked Jack to make me human.”

“What? Why?”

Cas shrinks in his pajamas, shoulders dipping, chin falling. The cuffs of his sleeves cover the meat of his hands. Only his fingertips are visible. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” Dean’s ready to call Jack down here right this second and reverse this. Why would he do this? Why would Cas ask him to? None of it made sense! “Tell me so we can fix this. Whatever it is.”

Cas makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and takes a tiny step backwards.

On reflex, Dean grabs him by the shoulders, thinking he might fall. Or leave. They haven’t talked. They should have been talking. “Tell me,” Dean says, still too gruff. He exhales, inhales, and tries again. “Talk to me.”

Cas looks up at Dean, and misery shines bright in those ocean blue eyes.

“I wanted to grow old...”

“Why would--?”

“With you.”

“You...” Dean, blindsided, falls quiet. Cas... He couldn’t mean... He wouldn’t give that up for... No one would... “Cas.”

“I should go.” Cas takes another step back. Dean, still holding his shoulders, fingers curled tighter now, moves with him.

Dean hasn’t forgotten Cas’s last words before the Empty stole him away, but he hasn’t given them much thought either. They hurt too much to stay with for long, like putting his hand on a red-hot kitchen burner.

But the words, the emotions, still found him in quiet moments when he could not escape them with distraction. I love you, coupled so closely with, Goodbye.

“Cas,” Dean says, desperate. He clings to Cas’s shoulders, bunching Cas’s pajamas in his fists. “Cas, please.” He wants, but he doesn’t deserve. Everyone he’s ever cared about gets hurt. Everyone he’s ever loved leaves him.

Cas’s puppy-eyed sadness slowly tilts into confusion. Then, in the span somewhere between two heartbeats and eternity, that too smooths away into understanding.

Dean could never hide anything from Cas. Or maybe Cas is the only one patient enough to take the time, by choice, to figure him out.

Cas reaches up and places his warm hands over Dean’s bare forearms. He stands tall again, lifting his chin. A small smile curves his lips, a secret little thing that grows and grows, as he says, “I want to grow old with you, Dean.”

Dean’s heart races wildly. Any minute, it might jump clear from his chest.

“I want to be with you for the rest of our mortal lives,” Cas says, his voice a lighthouse in a storm of doubt and despair and so many decades of negative reinforcement. “And then longer, when we both reach Heaven.”

“Cas,” is all Dean can say, raw and overwrought, still afraid he might wake up and find this all a dream.

“I will stay by your side.” Cas rubs his thumbs along the delicate bones of Dean’s wrist. Gently, so gently. “You will never be alone again.”

“I don’t want to hunt anymore,” Dean says.

“Okay.”

“I want to move into that house. Together.”

“Me, too.”

“I want you to stay,” Dean says, and then again, because once didn’t feel like enough. “Please stay with me.”

“I will,” Cas says with such unreserved affection that Dean thinks he might collapse. “I will stay.”

Dean does collapse then, into Cas, and into Cas’s waiting, open arms. “Cas, I...”

“You don’t have to say it,” Cas says. “I know now. I won’t question again.”

Dean wraps his arms around Cas, buries his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and shoulder, and holds on for dear life.

Later, when they untangle, Dean will lead Cas to the bed. They’ll lie side by side, facing each other, as the monster movies cast shadows around them. They will slide their hands together in the space between them. They’ll watch each other until their eyes grow heavy and they can’t keep them open anymore.

Much later, when they move into their farmhouse, they’ll quietly unpack their separate clothes into the same bedroom. And when the sun goes down, Dean will find Cas’s mouth in the dark and Cas will press his hands to the bare skin under Dean’s shirt. And Dean will say I love you again and again until he’s sure Cas can feel the words next to his heartbeat.

But for now, Dean holds onto Cas and whispers his own small promise, a mere hint of every good thing yet to come. “I'll stay with you too.”

[moemoemammon]

(Two things, 1. This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if this is not the thing to do it, and 2. Sorry if somethings is misspelled or grammatically incorrect, eng is not my first language:p)

May I request some of the bros, specially Mammon, Luci and Satan, with a MC who's similar to Lucifer in some aspects (like, some of their manners are the same as his and sometimes they're little bit too strict) and after a while they discover that its bc MC is also an older sibling. And (only if you want) meeting their younger sibling, please 🙏

Btw love your works ♡♡♡

Lucifer Number 2~

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

It doesn't occur to Lucifer how similar the two of you are, but the first thing he realizes is how pleasant conversations with you can be. You both share common interests, your tastes suit his own, and you seem to be the only competent person in this house.

You're the responsible type, and he likes it. He'll sometimes find you scolding his brothers for their behavior too, and as amusing of a sight as that may be, he doesn't want you to be burdened with their idiocy.

AND you're the eldest sibling in your household? Cheers to that. You too know the weight of being the responsible oldest, and the role one must take to ensure their siblings grow up well. You too know that you'd rather your siblings have things easier than you did.

But there's one thing he finds annoying... You can NEVER speak your feelings, and act as if it’d kill you to do so. He can respect secrecy when it's appropriate, but Lucifer would like to know what's on your mind. Not only that, but you can be HORRIBLY headstrong. There's nothing that can stray you away from what you've already decided.

"MC, I request that you take a few days off from school to do as you please. I've already spoken with Diavolo and your professors, and you've been given an excuse. I know you'll study anyway, so I've dropped off your assignments in your room. But... you should rest. It isn't good for you to be pushing yourself so hard. Hm? You're calling me a hypocrite?"

Mammon

As if one Lucifer wasn't enough. Now there's TWO of em?! Why's his luck gotta be so lousy!

Definitely the first to realize how much like Lucifer you are, and was SHOOK. Seriously, what gives?! What horrors exist in the human world that could've made you like THAT..?

Ever since you showed up, it's been impossible to get away with anything! He can't sneak out of the house because you're always there somehow, you tattle on him when you catch him leaving anyone's room, and you won't even let him copy your homework! What gives?!

Avoids you like the plague. You're no fun! There's only rare moments when you're kinda okay, and he likes those the best. The times when you're kinda sensitive and you'll drop the high and mighty act. But then you're back to being a pest!

"For the billionth time, I ain't got time to study! There's money to be made, and a guy like me ain't gonna waste a second lookin' at a dumb book when I could be- H-Huh?! You're gonna call Lucifer?! N-now, there's no need to be so hasty, right? Oi!! I'm sorry, damn it-!"

Levi

What's the deal with Lucifer number two? As comedic of a trope as that may be, Levi doesn't really care for having two nagging types in the house. Especially a human...

When you're in his room, all you do is nitpick about how he should tidy up and open a window! Don't you know that an otaku's room is his pride and joy?! It's a sacred space not to be trampled on by the opinions of a normie!!!

But still... he has to admit that even if you don't get all the stuff he's talking about, you at least try to understand it. And there are even some of his interests that you're genuinely invested in!

You might be a pain in the neck and harass him about annoying things, but he guesses he can deal with it if you'll actually sit through a TSL marathon with him...

"I-I'll lend you this manga, so make sure you read it! And when you're finished with that, I'll lend you the spin-off series by the author's brother! I know you'll like it, since you're interested in gritty stuff. Oh, and- Huh? My laundry? Y-yeah.... I'll do that.."

Satan

You are... surprisingly good company. Satan enjoys talking to you over afternoon tea, and the two of you share stories between one another.

But still, he can't shake the feeling that there's something... unpleasantly familiar about your personality. It isn't until you say something that sounds suspiciously similar to what Lucifer would say that he realizes who you remind him of. And oh, he hates it.

Tries playing pranks on you, but somehow they never go to plan. How that is is beyond him, but you never fall for anything! No matter how sweet his smile, you're always rightfully suspicious. You're annoyingly meticulous about checking your surroundings, and you're so aware of yourself that it's troublesome! Be more gullible!!

The king of petty has decided that its now his life goal to make you fall for at least one of his pranks. He doesn't care how elaborate he has to make it, or how unrewarding the payoff may be. He'll make you pay for seeing his brother in two places at once.

"MC, would you like to join me this afternoon for a book reading? Though, I'd love it if you could read this book in particular. I think you'll find it very-.... Hm? 'Isn't this the cursed book that makes you grow hair all over your body', you ask? Ahaha.... tch."

Asmo

Come now, there can't be TWO killjoys in the house! That's way too depressing!! It was funny at first to see that there's someone who can match the scary Lucifer's energy, but now it's becoming a nuisance!

You won't even go to the countless parties he's invited you to! Hell, you barely even give yourself room to mess around a little? Isn't it boring being so tightly wound? You're in luck, because the adorable Asmo-chan knows the PERFECT way to let loose~

You'll RARELY let him close to you, and that's usually when you're tired of him harassing you. Then he gets the honor of playing with your hair while you've got no energy to fight back! He'll style it wonderfully for you!

Also nags you to take better care of yourself. You're not a demon, so you have to care for your health! These late night study sessions are giving you bags under your eyes! And stop taking on so many extracurricular activities!

"Geez, MC! I didn't think you'd die from overworking, but that's the path you're headed on! You really are like Lucifer, you know? That being said, I'll do my best to make sure you relax! Shall we begin~?"

Beel

Beel may not be too bothered by Lucifer's strictness, but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. To think that even a human can be like that...

It's nice to see that you can take care of yourself, but aren't you working too hard? Your grades are good and you've got many interesting talents, but you also have to properly rest.

Has started bringing you snacks on the regular. And don't even think about skipping meals, because he won't allow it. He'll literally pick you up and bring you to the table if he has to. And if you're staying up late to study? He'll carry you to bed. Don't try to protest.

Beel is your babysitter now and there's nothing you can do about it. It's good to be responsible, but don't think about trying to take care of everyone else if you can't care for yourself. Now eat these twelve meat buns he bought for you.

"MC, let's eat lunch together. I know you were going to skip because I heard you talking to Solomon earlier, and I won't let you. Ah, don't worry about not having money, because I've already bought you some lunch. Let's eat in the courtyard."

Belphie

NO.... IT CAN'T BE... THIS HAS TO BE A NIGHTMARE....HE WANTS TO WAKE UP....

You're such a drag. You harass him to attend student council meetings, but him about his studies, and won't let him avoid a single obligation he has. What are you, his mother?

Has 100% joined forces with Satan to try to make you fall for many, many unsuccessful pranks. Are you curse proof or something? When he tried a '10 hour bed-head' spell on you, it just rebounded right to him! Then he found out that you'd borrowed a spell repelling amulet from Solomon and realized just how prepared you are...

When you aren't bothering his entire soul by trying to make him do things, you're actually nice to talk to. You're knowledgeable, you pay attention to the people around you, and you can always read a room. He likes to ask you for advice sometimes.

"Aren't you tired of being like that all the time? So... attentive, I mean. You should just take a nap some time. Or better yet, take the week off. Maybe I'll teach you how to properly relax? Then you might finally be able to take that stick out of your- ow... What're you hitting me for?"

[miss-tc-nova]

And They Were Roommates - Juniors

Oh my god, they were roommates. Has been in my head for days now.

Really throws me off that these guys are “Juniors” and not “Seniors.” Oh well. Perhaps we’ll get a “Year 2″ in the story where everyone moves up a year. 

~~~~~

Cater, Idia/Ortho, Lilia, Malleus:

This four-man dorm houses five.

Odd.

Ah, right.

Idia snuck Ortho in.

Don’t tell anyone.

Lilia and Malleus share a room while Cater and Ortho share the other. There’s always a 70% chance Idia will fall asleep at his computer, which he’s got massively set up in the living room. It’s fancy, enormous, and bright, so it’s banned from the bedroom.

Actually, this set up is exactly what Lilia was hoping for. There’s juuuuuust enough surprises and socializing here for Malleus to learn a thing or two.

Idia, on the other hand, is mega intimidated by the others. Not for any good reason. He’s just an awkward baby boi. Granted, Cater is a super socialite, Lilia is absolutely not to be misjudged, and Malleus is…well, Malleus.

That lasts maybe a week. But Lilia can break that awkward shell in a heartbeat. He loves video games too.

The two of them have game marathons frequently. Lilia’s set up is in the opposite corner from Idia’s.

You can also occasionally catch Lilia, Ortho, and Cater making MagiCam videos. If you’re lucky, sometimes there’s a deadpan Malleus in the background. Or a cowering Idia. Who knows.

Ortho’s actually the most normal one despite not actually allowed to be there. He keeps his brother on track and, in turn, helps the others. They all love him.

The pure extent of the shenanigans that goes into hiding the boy from the “dorm police” is wild.

Even Malleus has gotten into some odd situations when he was the only thing stopping them from finding the unregistered resident. He’s quite proud of the time they came by and he literally stood in the corner, body blocking Ortho as they inspected the place.

Campus security knows he’s there. They just don’t want to go against Malleus or the Shroud family.

Cater thought he was the odd one of the odd bunch when he moved in, but he always manages to find interest in everything. Malleus’s mystique, Lilia’s eccentricity, Idia’s wicked gamer skills, Ortho’s rad robotics. He can highlight all of it with the right filter and caption.

As for Malleus, Lilia was right. This combination of people was just what he needed to set forth into a more social, normal life. It’s all new and vast, but with their unwitting help, he understands a little better.

All in all, everyone in this room can genuinely say they like their roommates here.

Leona, Rook, Trey, Vil:

Three good roommates and a giant sook.

Rook and Vil share their room, which suits Leona well enough; he’s got no quarrels with Trey. Rook is annoying and Vil is always criticizing him.

The peace in this dorm is always under stress.

Surprisingly, Trey is the main cause of a lot of it. Between Vil’s strict diet and Leona’s desire for only meat, he’s caught between a rock and a hard place when cooking. He never takes any of it personally, especially when there’s always someone to defend him; if not the one he catered to, then Rook. So it doesn’t stop him from enjoying his hobby.

This hobby also warrants plenty of visitors. Since Trey stress bakes, Vil needs to do something to get the sweets out of the dorm. Either Trey gets rid of them via other students, or Vil sells them. Either way, the sweets don’t tend to stay long.

When Rook’s not being excessively annoying, he’s actually good to have around. He has the keenest sense of when anyone is feeling self-conscious and has no qualms showering them in praise. Even Leona has murmured a word of thanks at the young man’s flattery when he was feeling a bit of stress at seeing his family again. Rook always manages to pull the room from its morale lows.

Also, he’s clever. An excellent problem solver.

It’s the best dressed dorm because Vil refuses to let it be otherwise, even if he has to alter the clothes himself. But damn do these boys look good.

Sometimes, when he’s stressed, Vil will seek out a napping Leona to do his hair while he sleeps. He doesn’t get too many chances to upscale Leona’s style, so it’s a hit of comfort when he can without being resisted.

Though, there are some few occasions where Leona lets Vil do this to him, even when he’s awake. Mostly because, when Vil’s stressed, he’s significantly bossier, so it’s just easier to let him destress at the expense of a few hours styling.

He won’t admit he enjoys having his hair played with though.

Leona, when not being feral, is like a house cat. He naps and isn’t particularly bothersome. He needs to be fed and watered. And he needs to be picked up after. Vil nags him, Rook teases him, but Trey ends up picking up most often. Not like it’s hard, just picking up laundry to throw in the basket with the rest of it or snagging an empty snack bag while he’s on his way to the kitchen. Typical chores of looking after a pet. Just don’t expect cuddles and purring.

All in all, not the most chaotic dorm, but it certainly has its problems. It’s pretty too.

~~~~~

Freshmen

Sophomores

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[copias-thrall]

Would it be alright to request some Papa IV x f!Reader? Like the reader is a very kind and sweet person and she has always supported Copia kind of thing? Maybe they’re having a whole day to themselves to celebrate?

Yes! Let’s get some more sweet Copia 😊 

They made fun of him and called him The Rat.

Terzo made him the butt of all his pranks.

Nihil undermined him at every turn.

Imperator pushed him to the point of breaking.

What you saw a man trying to do his best with his only flaw being an outsider within the Abbey walls, and in a place where actual hellbeasts were basically demon cats, were rats such an odd choice of pet?

You were fairly certain Copia knew the “Squeak if u like cheze” sign was taped to his back, but he just walked down the corridors anyway and let the Siblings and Ghouls chitter at him. You’d seen this man save one of the Abbey mice from a glue trap, and your heart just couldn’t let it continue.

So, you’d approached him and offered to remove the offending paper.

Copia, however, had just smiled at you.

“It is good of you to say, Sister. But let them have their fun, eh?”

He’d given you a slight bow and had gone on his merry way.

After that, however, Copia had warmed to you, often seeking you out so he could sit with you in the mess hall at mealtimes or chat theology with you on lazy Saturday afternoons.

When some of Terzo’s faction had started stuttering to make fun of Copia’s shyness with public speaking, you’d tried to shut them down. Not everyone was good in front of a crowd—especially when that crowd was hostile. All that did, however, was get them to double down and start calling you, "rat lover."

“Doesn’t it bother you, Cardinal?" you'd asked during one of your food dates. "It’s so…petty.”

But he’d just given you a fond look.

“It is of no consequence, dear Sister. Let them be thinking what they will.”

You’d learned all of his rats’ names and started smuggling them contraband from the kitchens.

Copia had you transferred from Imperator’s admin pool to work as his assistant.

“All this new paperwork!” He’s swept his arm across the stacks of his desk. “I thought I could be using a little help from a friend, yes?”

You’d inherently understood you weren’t there to file paperwork—you were there to tell him when to take a break, to replace his cold coffee, and to be a sounding board.

And you didn’t miss the way Copia’s mismatched eyes would look on you with adoration.

Well, you thought he was pretty neat, too.

When he’d been away on his first tour, you’d done your best to keep up with him. You had your other duties and your friends, but you tried to send him a supportive word before, during, and after each performance.

His missives back had grown fewer as the tour had dragged on, but each one had been effusive—if riddled with typos.

After the first tour, things had been different. Copia had come back from the road a glowing success…and in a tight suit that showed off his assets instead of his smothering cassock.

The tide turned, and while there were still his many detractors, gone were the days of “kick me” signs and farces.

You’d noticed a significant pay increase and an extra day off.

“But Cardinal! You need me here!” you’d protested.

He’d simply grabbed your hands and kissed each one.

“I do. And that is why you must be well-rested. Lots to get done. Now, shoo!”

And truth be told, the two of you had worked harder. Copia had spent less and less time in his study and more time attending meetings or at band practice or at weekend symposiums. You’d done your best on keeping his mountain of paperwork down to a molehill, but sometimes the two of you needed to work late into the night to meet seemingly arbitrary deadlines while you put your foot down and told the kitchen Ghoul that making some rigatoni past hours wasn’t going to kill them.

Of course, then you needed to put your foot down about Copia stopping long enough to eat the carbonara. Sometimes he’d growl at you, and you’d have to snap your fingers at him and tell him being hangry wasn’t a good excuse to be snippy with you; he was predictably contrite after he’d consumed a good portion, and you took his apologies as your due.

All of which is to say: you had Copia’s back from the get-go, and he knew you were always in his corner.

When he comes back from Mexico newly ascended, there are dozens of Siblings who want a piece of him. Some—like you—have been in his fan club since day 1; others jumped on the bandwagon during the final tour; while a few just see the razzle dazzle and want to shine too.

You’re in his study because you want to make sure everything is caught up before he comes back to work. You imagine that he’s going to spend a few days reaping the rewards of his promotion, and—while a part of you feels a little let down about not being a part of that particular party—you are genuinely invested in Copia succeeding.

So when the door bangs open, you’re startled to find Copia…er…Papa Emeritus the 4th striding into the room.

“Oh! Your Dark Excellency! I was just making sure—”

“How did I be knowing I would find you here, eh? Today is not a day to be working!”

“But you—”

He makes a shushing noise and reaches his hands out. They linger in the air between the both of you until he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers.

Tentatively, you curl your fingers into his gloved ones.

“We are taking the day off, yes?”

“W-we?”

Copia raises an eyebrow at you. “Sí. With who else should I be celebrating?”

You blush, pleased that he seems genuinely baffled.

The March air is living up to its reputation, so Copia leads you to one of the sunniest rooms in the Abbey. There, you find a picnic blanket set up with a picturesque spread of food, and Rain helping Mountain to position a bevy of potted plants around the area.

Copia clucks at them good-naturedly to leave. Rain gives you the thumbs up and Mountain just pats you on the head as they leave. (As Copia’s Girl Friday, you’ve had to backmanage his ghoulies as much as you’ve had to organize his report piles.)

When he gestures for you to sit, you arrange yourself comfortably in a big square of sun that’s streaming in from the windows. As you take in the meats, cheeses, sandwiches, and fruits that populate the corner of the blanket, Copia putters around with a bottle of Champagne and two glasses.

The whole thing is a little unexpected, but not unwelcome, and you watch him with fondness as he utters a Whoopsie when the cork goes flying at the ceiling and as he obsesses over making each glass level.

You two clink glasses with a Salute, both taking a modest sip.

“This is lovely, Cop—uh, Papa.” He’s all smiles. “But why me?”

His eyebrows draw together, and he tilts his head at you.

“Mia cara…who else would it be?”

You blush and shrug your shoulders, looking down at your platter. When he takes your hand in his warm, leathered one, you look up and get lost in his earnest, mismatched gaze.

“You are the most important person in my life.”

His thumb strokes over your knuckles.

“You are too sweet, mia cara. Helping an old man—”

“You’re not old—”

He tsks at you.

“Helping a person I am being. At my side even when you are in the knowing.” He taps his nose and winks. “Our little conspiracy of silence, yes?”

That Copia is not quite exactly the bumbling, nutty-professor he leads the rest of the Clergy to believe he is? Yeah, obviously.

He nods.

“And yet, you are by my side. Keeping my head on straight. Because you are wanting to.”

Because you saw the way he treated his rats, his Ghouls, and even Sister Imperator. He may have a dangerous ambition, but he’s not a dangerous man.

“I believe in you Papa.”

He gives you that fond look again.

“Well. I believe in you too, Sister.”

Copia lets your hand go and claps.

“Now! Let us enjoy this feast! Next up is a movie marathon where we enjoy our food comas, yes?”

You pop a grape into your mouth.

“Of course, Papa.” You give him a devilish smile. “How ‘bout you give the schedule so I can make sure we’re on track, hm?”

He blinks at you for a moment before giving you his little rat laugh.

“Ah, eh heh heh! There is my little taskmaster.”

“What would you do without me?”

He tosses a gape and just barely catches it in his mouth.

“I wouldn’t, cara. I wouldn’t.”

[orionsangel86]

The first Valentines Day they spent together wasn’t great. Taking out a horseman of the apocalypse and consuming an obscene amount of red meat wasn’t exactly a great start for a whirlwind romance. But Dean still remembers the butterflies he got in his stomach when Cas stood too close, or held his gaze for slightly too long.

The Valentines Day’s that came after that were mostly painful, or just another day that Dean wanted to forget:

- Handing Lisa a crumpled gas station valentines day card and a bunch of flowers that had already seen better days.

- Drowning in grief at the loss of Cas and Bobby.

- Hiding in the dark of Purgatory, trading rough hand jobs with Benny, and sending Cas tearful prayers, wishing he’d come back.

- Comforting a scared girl being chased by Hellhounds, wishing his angel would answer his prayers yet again.

- He doesn’t recall specific days whilst he had the mark of Cain.

He remembers the valentines day whilst under the pull of Amara, pining for something both frightening and unnatural, knowing deep down he was longing for something else, something that he thought he could never have.

The valentines day the year after reuniting Amara and Chuck, he had only been out of solitary confinement a few weeks, Cas was there, in the Bunker with him. But he was stubborn and angry at Cas for putting himself in danger. Dean had been giving him the silent treatment the whole time, but God, does he remember wishing Cas would come to him. Cas never did.

So much had happened in the year that followed that one. Cas had died, and returned to him, they had found Jack, and lost him to an alternate world. Even with all that had happened, Valentine Day that year was one of his favourites in recent memory. Dean had shyly invitied Cas for a movie marathon in his room. They had put on a Scooby Doo episode whilst making popcorn, and Cas had teased him for his “ascot phase” that had lasted only a few weeks. Dean still thinks he looked awesome though. They had curled up on Dean’s bed, eating popcorn and watching old horror movies. Dean had fallen asleep on Cas’s shoulder, and woke up on the morning of February 15th with his arms wrapped around Cas’s waist, and his face buried in his side. They were both smiling that morning, but neither had mentioned it again. Dean wishes they had.

The following year things had gone wrong again. Dean was too preoccupied trying to keep Michael at bay in his mind to even think about Valentines Day.

Last year on Valentines Day he was full of rage. Still hurting over all the crap that had happened. Chuck controlling their lives, being mad at Cas, Cas leaving and only returning to help the fight. He was terrified that Cas was just another part of Chuck’s story, another way to manipulate him. But Cas turned out to be one of the only things in the universe that Chuck wasn’t able to control. The one thing Dean had wanted most was the only thing that was truly real in his entire life. The thought still took his breath away. He wished he had known that at the time.

This Valentines Day, Dean was feeling high on happiness and love. Another year where too much had happened, but Dean and Cas decided that they had wasted enough time. Too many years had passed where they couldn’t be together, now they were finally free, finally able to make their own story, and they had chosen each other.

Just over three months ago Cas had confessed his love, and been ripped away from Dean once again before he had even had a chance to process what had happened. Defeating Chuck, and finally freeing themselves from his story had come at a terrible price, but luckily Dean’s adopted son was God now, and this time the deus ex machina was just what he needed.

Dean had wasted no time in finally letting his heart speak. Sobbing confessions of everlasting love into Cas’s lips, his neck, his cheeks, his chest. It had all happened pretty quickly after that. Jack had fixed everything, and Dean and Sam could finally retire.

The wedding wasn’t even their idea. Sam had blurted it out one day that they should hold some sort of ceremony as a final fuck you to all the forces of Heaven and Hell and beyond that had tried to separate them over the years. From the most powerful Gods, right down to the nasty little men in expensive suits who didn’t appreciate their love for one another. Eventually Dean had whispered the words to Cas one night, whilst they were still naked, sweaty, and wrapped around each other, gasping for breath. Marry Me just slipped off his tongue, and had got him a tearful yes and another four orgasms before the night was over.

So the valentines day “fuck you” ceremony became “Dean and Cas’s wedding day” and here they were. Exchanging vowels in front of their whole family. Even Crowley miraculously showed up which put Dean on edge for all of 10 minutes before the former King of Hell smiled and raised a fruity cocktail in his direction.

Their first dance was to “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin. Because of course it was. In the dim lights of the dance floor, pressed close to Castiel’s solid form, cheek brushing cheek, breathing in the scent of him, Dean was in the only Heaven that mattered. Right here on Earth. Real Heaven could wait until he was ready to go, which wouldn’t happen until he was old and wrinkly and his hair was grey (but still fabulous and not at all looking like a party city wig).

Once the stragglers had finally left the reception, or past out in the corner, Dean and Cas slipped away to the wedding suite, and drunkenly made love until long after midnight. It was by far, the best day of Dean’s life, let along the best Valentines Day of the past 12 years.

It’s the morning of the 15th February. Dean is lying in bed, on his back, with his new husband wrapped around him like an octopus. He thinks of all the valentines days of the past 12 years, and then forgets them, and thinks of the ones to come.

Next year he will spend the entire day in bed with his husband. Maybe he’ll get up long enough to make pancakes to bring Cas breakfast in bed. Maybe he’ll slip on some anniversary/valentines day panties. He thinks Cas may be into that.

In five years time he’ll spend their anniversary/Valentines day in their home by a beach - the one he plans to build himself. They’ll sit under the stars and listen to the ocean crash into the shore, wrapped in a huge blanket and whisper sweet nothings into each others ears.

In twenty years time, they’ll celebrate with their family. Perhaps he’ll throw Cas a party. He can picture Jack and Claire grown up with their own families, and Sam and Eileen with their own children, also grown by that point, and ready to move on to college and beyond. He sees a future full of love, and happiness, and peace. A future he has chosen for himself. A future where he is truly free to live the life he wants.

In the end, it doesn’t matter if they make anniversary/valentines day plans in the future or not, so long as they are together, so long as he gets this. So long as Cas remains in his arms. So long as he gets to kiss his husbands handsome face and see the love and happiness in his eyes. So long as from now on, nothing, not Darkness, Hell, Heaven, or even Death can separate them. After all, past experience has proven that they never succeeded before. Dean and Cas will always find their way back to each other.

[osakaso5]

Nagi Rokuya Birthday Photobook Rabbit Chat Part 3: Nagi And His Senior Idols

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Tsumugi: Thank you for gathering here today..! This project was created to show more of Nagi-san’s true nature as a way to commemorate the release of the Nagi Photobook.

Tsumugi: I’m sure you must be busy, but I’d like for you to talk as you usually do. I look forward to chatting with you!

Nagi: Feel free to discuss every one of my good points. Now, begin.

Ryunosuke: Hello, Nagi-kun! I was excited for your photobook!

Nagi: Hello.

Yuki: You're as cold as I heard.

Momo: Yoohoo, Nagi~! Mind giving us a little more of a warm welcome???

Nagi: I do not mean to treat you coldly. This is how I normally operate.

Yuki: Like a train?

Gaku: You're not like this when you talk to me. What's going on?

Nagi: Hm, is that so? Perhaps I must correct my conduct around you...

Gaku: Why? (lol)

Tenn: Gaku, are you done trying to act like the two of you are best friends?

Ryunosuke: Wait, Gaku and Nagi-kun are friends!? I want to be friends with him, too. Do you think we could make that happen?

Tenn: Ryu, you're veering dangerously close to flirty territory again.

Ryunosuke: Huh!?

Yuki: It's almost scary, how unaware of his own flirting he is. He and Nagi-kun are pretty much polar opposites.

Momo: I think you're a little like Ryu in that respect, too...

Yuki: Am I?

Tsumugi: Nagi-san, please say something ><

Ryunosuke: Did he fall asleep?

Nagi: Of course not. I was merely observing our chat log, in case any of you felt like talking about my photobook.

Gaku: Geez, you're really gonna keep doing this aren't you? (lol)

Tenn: Nagi Rokuya, your crying face makes you look like a child.

Momo: Ah, you mean in the social media pic~!? Wasn't that taken during one of his Cocona marathons? lolol

Nagi: OH, I was not expecting you to open with that. Cute, was it not? Although Mitsuki is the only cutie we need.

Gaku: I thought we were finally gonna talk about your photobook, but now you're just bragging about your teammates!

Nagi: Is that a problem? :-)))

Gaku: No!

Nagi: I do enjoy your banter, Yaotome-shi.

Momo: Nagi, you're so funny, lolololol

Nagi: Am I? :-P

Yuki: I didn't know you even could cry.

Nagi: ? What do you mean?

Yuki: Nothing.

Ryunosuke: That picture of you with the cherry blossoms was cool! I was completely drawn to it.

Nagi: I think you should take a photograph in front of the nighttime sakura, as well.

Ryunosuke: I'm not really the type who'd look good around sakura, lol

Yuki: You're more of a hibiscus kind of guy.

Tenn: Totally.

Nagi: Uminchu (1).

Tsumugi: Mitsuki-san just sent me a message saying: "Nagi's trying to mail order a ton of hibiscuses and send them to Yaotome Productions, I'll go pretend I'm Cocona until he comes to his senses"..!?

Ryunosuke: W-why!?

Yuki: That's hilarious.

Tenn: No, it's not...

Gaku: Yeah, it is.

Tenn: It shouldn't be.

Momo: Hey, Nagi! Why were you trying to send them hibiscuses!? lolololol

Nagi: So Tsunashi-shi may be photographed against a hibiscus background? He may not look as good as me, but I am sure they will suit him nonetheless.

Nagi: Consider it a thanks for his appreciation of the photobook Sogo produced for me.

Ryunosuke: B-but... I just said what I felt, are you sure I should accept the flowers?

Tenn: Don't look so happy, Ryu.

Yuki: Maybe you could send me flowers, too

Nagi: Will edible flowers do?

Momo: LMAO

Tsumugi: Um, I received another message from Mitsuki-san, this time saying "He's just got this creepy, serene look on his face! And he's not stopping, in fact now he's trying to buy edible flowers"...

Momo: He's actually doing it, lolololol

Yuki: How many were you planning to get us, by the way?

Nagi: 1100.

Momo: Figures!!! Are you rewarding us for talking about the Nagi Photobook or something!? lololol

Gaku: Is this some kind of reforestation campaign?

Nagi: You are to photograph yourselves in front of the flowers I send you, holding a Nagi Photobook, and then upload it on social media.

Nagi: On June 20th, at exactly midnight, of course :-))))

Yuki: That'll be one hell of a picture. Sounds fun

Momo: Let's do it! A handsome Nagi in bed plus Re:vale in front of tons of edible flowers equals a massive reaction, lololol

Ryunosuke: Now I'm getting nervous! It's a big responsibility, but I'll try my best to take a good picture.

Gaku: Ryu, if you're doing it, don't take the  photo yourself. I'll do it.

Ryunosuke: Thank you!

Tenn: I don't care anymore.

Tsumugi: Before we get more sidetracked, here are some questions the others prepared for you...

Nagi: I was waiting for this. It is about time  for me to free Mitsuki,  who is still pretending  to be Cocona for me X-P

Choices/outcomes:

1. Why do you like anime?

Nagi: It is a long story... But to put it shortly, anime is one of the things that saved me.

2. Meat or veggies?

Nagi: I like both. But if you mean my conduct with the ladies, I am more of a carnivorous type... ;-P

3. Do you do anything specific to maintain your physique?

Nagi: I watch Cocona. The sheer excitement is enough for me to break into a sweat, and it has a detoxing effect.

Nagi: I look  forward to each of your  photobooks, as well.

Gaku: Oh, that's nice to hear. Let us know what you thought, okay (lol)

Nagi: I think I will be able to judge them based entirely on how Sogo will be acting when they release.

Gaku: Why Osaka?

Ryunosuke: He did say he's our fan!

Nagi: Unfortunately, that appears to be the case ;-(

Yuki: Unfortunately?

Nagi: Sogo and Mitsuki are such rabid fanboys ;-(

Nagi: By the way, Kujo-shi, I hope you will look forward to the Riku Photobook, which I will be producing.

Tenn: ^^

Tsumugi: Aaaah, I'll cut this part out of the public version..!

Tenn: Oh. Okay then.

Tenn: I expect a cover portraying your center as the healthy and wholesome 18-year- old he is ^^

Nagi: OH, do not fret, Kujo-shi. I understand  completely (V)o¥o(V)

Tenn: What is that kaomoji supposed to be..?

Nagi: (V)o¥o(V)

Momo: I knew this when I read your photobook, but you've gotten soft, Nagi! In a good way!

Nagi: What? But I have not gained any weight!

Momo: That's not what I meant, lololol I meant your personality and vibe, stuff like that.

Nagi: What makes you say that?

Momo: Just a hunch!

Nagi: A hunch?

Momo: You used to be like Yuki, when he was younger.

Yuki: Did he now? Does that mean I should get into Cocona, too?

Momo: Nah, I think you're good, lololol

Gaku: I kinda get what you mean. My image of him changed after we did MATSURI together, too.

Nagi: If that is the case... Then perhaps I have finally found a place where I can truly be myself.

Ryunosuke: Are you happy right now, Nagi-kun?

Nagi: Yes. More than anyone else in the world.

Ryunosuke: That's great!

Tenn: You've found something to hold dear.

Nagi: Moments of happiness, sadness, and anger. It is a routine we have come to share. I think it has changed not only me, but each and every one of us.

Nagi: Meeting all of you has changed us greatly. Thank you for paving the way for us.

Momo: He's finally warmed up to us..!

Yuki: That he has.

Nagi: Though we will be the ones paving the rest of the way for you :-P

Gaku: Nah, he's still his usual self (lol)

Tsumugi: We've changed because of you, Nagi-san.

Tsumugi: Thank you for keeping your cool. No matter what happens, I feel like we can always get back on track, as long as you're with us.

Tsumugi: Still, I know we can't keep relying on you like this... So I'll make sure to become the kind of manager you can even complain to!

Nagi: I thought a true man should never complain.

Nagi: However, I now realize that my feelings on the matter might be hurting you.

Nagi: Thank you all for coming here tonight. I was happy to talk to you.

Nagi: Though I do not dare wish for more, I have come to feel that maybe having 12 of us is even better than having 7 of us. I hope you will understand this feeling, too.

Translator’s notes..? 

1) Uminchu basically means “man of the sea” in Uchinaaguchi/Okinawan

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 2

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,024

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m just going to remind you that this sugar daddy fic isn’t about smut. I love smut but it’s not what I’m focusing on here. 

Bucky stood under the glass awning in front of the hotel, the neon green light illuminating the path to the automatic doors. He forced his eyes closed and listened to the sound of rain hitting the glass shelter.

It was just after 6:30 in the morning and he had been standing there for over ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to enter the building. He was sweating, trembling, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Every sound around him seemed amplified; cars honking, people talking or listening to music. It was hell.

He desperately wanted to take a cab ride back to Brooklyn and hide in his apartment. Bucky had a strict routine -get up at six, eat, shave, shower, go for a walk, etc- and he needed it to keep his mind focused and his body healthy. Though lately, his therapist had encouraged him to stray from his routine if he felt like it. And he wanted to, but his body wasn’t cooperating.

Instead he just stood here, stuck between two choices that terrified him. He could go back home and hate himself for taking the ‘easy way out’, or he could take the plunge and enter the building. He had come here on a whim, but now that he was here he felt as if he really needed to see you. He didn’t even know if you were working.

He looked over his shoulder, he could almost see the metaphorical pack of wolves waiting for him. It would be easy to give in and let them take him. He could go back to his old life, his old habits, or he could jump off that metaphorical cliff and hope for the best.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Bucky greeted the receptionist with a smile. He asked if he could have breakfast at the hotel restaurant and she agreed before leading him to the Bar Lounge.

The room was large, with row after row of square tables perfectly aligned. There were a few more private seats close to the bar and an oval buffet in the middle of the room. A woman in a dark grey suit scooped a small portion of scrambled eggs onto her plate next to two slices of toasted white bread. She raised her gaze to his and nodded in greeting.

The swing door that led to the kitchen burst open and Bucky turned his attention to the sound. You were carrying a large tank of orange juice to the buffet table, a pen tucked behind your ear and a piece of paper between your lips. There was a slight furrow between your brows as you set the tank on the table.

Your scuffed boots were gone, replaced by black ballet flats. Your pencil skirt rose up as you stretched to reach the highest part of the buffet. Bucky hastily looked away from your bare legs, not wanting to look like a total creep. Once you were done, you smoothed down your skirt and tucked your white shirt into your skirt.

Your hair was brushed away from your face and your lips were painted red, something dark and empowering, and it contrasted beautifully with your strict, uninspiring uniform, which only intended to erase any sense of individuality.

“Hi, how can I h- Hey, I know you,” you said, approaching him. “You’re Bucky.”

He bashfully looked at his shoes. “Yeah, hi.” He cleared his throat and raised his gaze to yours. “I was hoping to run into you. I, uh, I can’t stop thinking about our talk.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I was rude and brusque, and you were incredibly nice. I really feel like an ass.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine. Honestly, I was nervous, too. You should have seen me –I was a complete mess.”

“Could have fooled me,” he replied with a grin. “Though you did say that meeting me was like choosing between a pack of wolves or jumping off a cliff.”

“Gosh!” You facepalmed. “See? A complete mess!” You gestured to the table behind you. “Have you eaten yet? Sit down, it’s on me.” He opened his mouth to protest but you cut him off. “You paid for the taxi. It’s only fair.”

Amused, he shook his head and followed you to the buffet table. Everything looked and smelled delicious. He spotted several glass cereal dispensers filled with frosted flakes, Cap'n Crunch, Lucky Charms and good old Fruit Loops.

“We also have French toasts, pancakes, croissants, turnovers, omelettes, eggs, four different types of bread with margarine, butter, jam, Nutella, or marmalade,” you said without pausing for a breath, “freshly sliced fruits, a variety of yogurts, granola, oatmeal, orange juice, apple juice, Danish pastries, muffins and a great selection of teas.”

“And that’s it?” Bucky asked, his face breaking into a teasing smile. You liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners right before he smiled.

You pouted your lips while you thought. “Actually no, we also have scrambled eggs –which, frankly, I don’t recommend. They come in a plastic bag and we have to heat them up in the microwave. It’s a little gross. You can try the sausage and bacon though, unless you don’t eat meat.”

“And coffee?” He found your flustered reaction to his teasing absolutely adorable.

“Yes, of course,” you said, biting your bottom lip. “Sorry, I get a little excited sometimes.”

“I understand,” he nodded. “That’s a pretty great buffet, though I’ll stay clear of the scrambled eggs.”

You took a few steps toward the kitchen and turned back to him, a little apologetic cringe on your face. “Um, how do you take your coffee? Expresso, Americano, latte, cappuccino, macchiato, mocha, ristretto-” you paused to take a breath “-or iced coffee?”

A laugh bubbled out of him. He couldn’t help it, you were just too endearing. “Black,” he said, grinning. “I know I’m boring.”

“Oh, no! You’re not boring,” you rushed to say, then realized what he was doing. “Ugh, you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

“A little.” His nose scrunched up as he said it.

You went to the kitchen to make his cup of coffee and Bucky began to browse the length of the buffet table. Scooping food onto his plate with only one hand proved more challenging than he expected, and he was glad that the lounge was mostly empty.

He could feel the lady in the grey suit’s eyes on him as he moved around. He set his plate on the bar, removed the glass lid, scooped up two hefty pancakes and stacked them on his plate. They looked pretty fluffy, it wouldn’t be hard to cut them with the edge of a fork. Then he replaced the lid and moved his plate closer to the maple syrup bottle.

He glanced at the woman who hastily looked away as if she hadn’t been staring at him the whole time. Annoyed, he kept looking at her while he poured maple syrup over his pancakes. He hated when people stared at him as if he were a freak. He narrowed his eyes menacingly and grinned to himself when she started fidgeting in her seat.

“You must really love maple syrup.”

Bucky paused at the sound of your voice, his features immediately softened. He looked down at his plate and realised he had drowned his pancakes in a gooey river of maple syrup. He must have spaced out during his staring contest with the business woman.

He had a strange look in his eyes, his expression a mix of confusion and anguish. Finally his eyes found yours and you smiled warmly at him, making him fight back a blink. You pried the bottle out of his rigid hand, and he let you take it.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice weak.

You weren’t sure what he was apologizing for but it wasn’t something you were going to analyse right now. “There’s a cup of coffee waiting for you. Best cup in Manhattan.”

He laughed, the crinkles were back. “You’re an angel.”

Bucky returned to his table and loaded his coffee with three teaspoons of sugar before he took a sip. He had always preferred sweet to savoury, and coffee was way too bitter for him.

There wasn’t much to do in the lounge. The television was behind him, the sound kept to a minimum. The lady in the grey suit left soon after and Bucky watched you clean her table.

You moved back and forth between the main room and the kitchen, going about your work and occasionally shooting him a smile. The food was good, not spectacular, but still better than his usual breakfast –two slices of toasted white bread with butter and a cup of coffee.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked, standing next to his table.

“Company?” he said with a hopeful look. “Please.”

You offered him a pained grimace when he gestured at the seat across from him. “I’m not allowed to sit. Sorry.”

It was hard to resist his puppy dog eyes but you needed to keep your job if you wanted to be able to afford your own place.

“Do you like working here?”

“It’s okay,” you shrugged. “I’m glad I have a job.”

“Sam mentioned you’re an artist.”

You shyly looked around you, you were the only two people in the room now. “I haven’t painted since I got this job,” you revealed. “I’m pretty sure my artist membership card has been cancelled.”

“Nope, those are for life.”

You laughed. “I hope so.”

You looked at each other before he asked, “Do you have any pictures of your work?”

You were genuinely surprised that someone wanted to see your work. Usually people offered a half-hearted ‘oh, that nice. I paint, too, occasionally” and changed the subject. You patted your pockets, searching for your phone, and groaned when you remembered that it was in your locker.

“I don’t have my phone with me but wait-” You took a napkin from the table and started writing. “This is my Instagram. I do a bit of everything, mostly landscapes and portraits.”

Bucky took the piece of paper and, before he could comment, a family of four walked into the lounge area. You apologized to him and walked over to the family, greeting them with a smile and asking them if they had a good night’s sleep.

The children looked like walking zombies until they spotted the cereal bar, and then chaos ensued. More people went down to breakfast and you didn’t have time to chat with him anymore.

He stayed a little longer, watching you help the kids pour cereal and milk into their bowls. A man who didn’t speak English very well asked you a question and you froze, trying to make him understand since you didn’t speak his language. Bucky smiled when you mimed the answer. The man laughed and gave you a thumb’s up.

There was something about you, something soft and caring, that made people at ease. Even when people started complaining that the platter of scrambled eggs was empty, you defused the situation so smoothly that they left with a smile on their face. It was the kind of person you were, kind-hearted and willing to help.

An angel.

When you looked in his direction again, Bucky was gone. You felt a pang of disappointment that he hadn’t said goodbye, but you had been so busy that even if he had been trying to get your attention, chances are you wouldn’t have noticed him.

Pouting exaggeratedly to yourself, you went to his table with your tray and a clean rag to collect the dirty dishes. You moved the unfolded napkin and what you saw underneath made you stop. You blinked, once, twice, three times, certain that you were hallucinating. You scooped up the bills and counted them.

$300

Your eyes were the size of saucers as you ran back to the lobby. You checked outside for Bucky but he was gone. You stood there, under the glass awning, with a bewildered look on your face, still clutching the bills.

Part 3

[luxekook]

bangtan host club ❯ part i

❯ pairing: ot7 x reader

❯ genre: ouran au, college au, crack, smut

❯ summary: when you had decided to take summer lessons at your college, you hadn’t factored in the impending presence of seven insufferably attractive and arrogant boys… the bangtan host club. 

❯ word count: 2.1k

❯ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive language, terrible pet names, excessive dramatics

❯ banner by: maggie @kimtaehyunq​

a/n: while this fic is loosely based off of the anime version of ouran highschool host club, it is set in university - meaning that all of the boys are of age (at least 21 years old)

host club members

❯ Kim Namjoon as “Kyoya Ootori” ❯ Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh” ❯ Min Yoongi as “Takashi ‘Mori’ Morinozuka” ❯ Jung Hoseok as “Mitsukuni ‘Honey’ Haninozuka” ❯ Park Jimin as “Hikaru Hitachiin” ❯ Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin” ❯ Jung Jungkook as “Haruhi Fujioka”

Taking summer classes had never been on my agenda, my studies having been mapped out in detail since the day I arrived on campus three years ago. And then the university’s president suddenly has this utterly groundbreaking epiphany and adjusts the curriculum to “ensure that all students will leave Bangtan University well-rounded”. 

Screw that. My ass is already well-rounded enough, thank you very much.

But despite my best efforts (i.e. begging President Kim to make an exception followed by crafting a petition that gained over ten thousand signatures), I have found that there is no avoiding the dastardly new physical education requirement. And since my schedule for my upcoming senior year has been planned and set for literal years, I’ve been forced to enroll in the sole summer physical education class offered at Bangtan University - Introduction to Weight Lifting.

I wish I was kidding.

To say that I am dreading the start of class tomorrow would be an extreme understatement. I’ll be lucky to escape this summer without physical injury or the loss of my dignity. Athletics have never been my strong suit, and I’ve only entered our campus gym to go to the smoothie bar.

Groaning at just the mere thought of working out and being graded for it, I trek down the streets of outer campus towards the library, swearing under my breath and sweating profusely.

It’s a blazing hot, blue-skied Sunday in July. Typically, I would be lying on a beach somewhere with a drink in my hand, soaking in the warmth of the sun with joy. But instead, here I am, sweltering and desperate for air conditioning after my ancient window unit wheezed its final breath last night. The comfortable chill of the library is my only hope aside from my landlord who promised to fix my air conditioning by tomorrow.

My frustration builds as I turn onto the block lined with imposing and picturesque estates in which the upper echelon of Bangtan University resides. I’d bet the very last ice-pack in my freezer that these houses have unfailing central air.

I pick up my pace, worn Doc Marten platform sandals slapping against the hot pavement. The pristine mansions seem to mock my distress as they exude the coolness of unbothered wealth. Despite there being no Greek life here at Bangtan University, the lack of letters emblazoned on the numerous estates I pass does not symbolize a lack of status. 

This block is home to the athletic teams who throw massive parties whenever they happen to be in the off-season. It’s also home to the legacy clubs - the exclusive groups of current students who are relatives of past alumni.

And last but not least, this block is home to the infamous Bangtan Host Club, a small group of idle rich boys with exceptionally good looks and a penchant for entertaining. 

The aforementioned group’s house comes into view as I draw nearer to campus. The host club’s mansion sits on the corner lot right across the street from campus. Typically, students are wary of such proximity - but not those boys. No, they’re un-phased, throwing massive parties every weekend without fail and without repercussion.

During my first semester, I had been confused as to why their parties had never been shut down; but now I know better. The host club’s president Kim Seokjin is the son of none other than the fucking president of the university - the very same man who damned me to my weight lifting fate.

In fact, almost the entire host club is related to someone with influence - either at the university or within the surrounding community. The only exception to the wealth factor is Jeon Jungkook, who attends Bangtan University on a scholarship not unlike myself.

About 99% of the university are host club stans. As for me? I don’t subscribe to that bullshit. And I do mean literally ‘subscribe’. They have newsletters, merch and everything. I would say I don’t understand it at all, but a small part of me does.

They’re fucking gorgeous. Like I’m talking Tom Ford at New York Fashion Week gorgeous. Armani catalogue centerfold gorgeous. Goddamn Sports Illustrated Men’s Swimsuit Edition gorgeous. 

In fact, I’m pretty sure Kim Seokjin actually does model in his spare time. With his long limbs, broad shoulders and pillowy lips, Seokjin certainly has the features for it. My freshman year roommate bought so many posters of Seokjin from the host club’s merch website I think I could identify him from a hundred yards away in the dark. 

“Hey!” The bellow emanates from the porch of the host club’s house and jolts me from my memories, “Hey, princess!”

I let out a snort. Whoever that pet name is directed at needs to shut that down immediately. I mean, ‘princess’? In this economy? Please. I need off this block ASAP.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, angel!” 

The voice sounds closer now, and my eyes squeeze shut. Oh god, this person cannot be talking to me, can they?

Princess? Angel?

The sheer absurdity pushes me onward, and I do not spare a single glance in the direction where the inane greetings originated. Alas, I barely make it two feet before a tall figure screeches to a halt in front of me, panting like he had just run a marathon. 

I blink as I take in the very boy who just crossed my mind a minute earlier. Kim Seokjin looms over me, chest heaving and smile gleaming.

“Cupcake, hello!” his smile grows wider, “Why didn’t you answer me? I was talking to you.”

My brain is trying to wrap itself around the unfathomable phenomenon I’m currently witnessing. The host club president is beaming down at me like I’m the last custom Rolex ever made. His white t-shirt that probably costs more than my rent stretches across his shoulders in a way that has to be illegal. 

A bead of sweat drips down my back between my shoulder blades. I don’t have time for this attractive detour; I only have time for a long sip of iced water and a seat under an air conditioning vent somewhere deep within the recesses of the quiet library.

“Were you?” I shrug, looking over his illegally broad shoulder and plotting my escape, “I didn’t realize, considering my name isn’t princess, angel or cupcake.”

I inwardly cringe at my tone. I have a tendency to be irritable when the weather is hot, and it seems like today is no exception.

Seokjin stares down at me, his cocky expression wavering for a split second before snapping back into place. “Well, tell me your name then, sunshine, so that I may cordially invite you to the host club’s latest summer extravaganza!” His dark brown eyes sparkle as he remains seemingly impervious to my building ire, beaming down at me.

“No, thank you,” I shake my head decisively and attempt to sidestep around him. 

None of my friends are on campus for the summer, and there is no way I'm going alone to a party full of strangers. That just screams bad decisions, just like the time I willingly ate the dining hall’s “Mystery Meat Special” during my second semester.

Seokjin cuts off my path yet again, and my scowl intensifies as I glare up at him, “Could you move, please?”

Seokjin gapes back at me, “D-don’t you want to come to our party?” I stare at him with eyebrows raised. He continues at a higher decibel, “Don’t you know who I am?”

The nerve of this boy. My eyes scrunch shut as I send a quick plea to anyone out there in the universe to send me patience and then internally count backwards from ten. 

“Yes, I know who you are, Kim,” I finally say, completely exasperated, “And no, I still don’t want to go to your party.”

Seokjin is gobsmacked, looking like he’s seen a ghost as he stands before me open-mouthed. For a second, I allow myself to indulge one more time in his attractiveness, my eyes wandering along his toned torso, his muscular arms, his high cheekbones, his messy brown hair. 

And then he bounces back, snapping his fingers, “Aha! I know what this is. You’re playing hard to get! Okay, I can play along with you, sunshine.”

It’s my turn to gape at him this time, watching as he mumbles to himself about how I must want him to beg for me and how he would just love to do so. I’m about to put a stop to this madness when he spreads his arms wide and announces loud enough for the entire block to hear, “Sunshine, please, attend our party! My heart longs for your presence, and I will only be happy if I can have your arm in mine next Friday night...”

I’m honestly beginning to worry about the boy in front of me. Is he completely unhinged? Am I being Punk’d right now? 

Seokjin prattles on, “So, my sun, my moon, my stars, will you please do me the honor of joining me for a night of fun courtesy of the host club? No guest has yet to be disappointed and—!”

I finally just reach up and cover his mouth with my palm, steadfastly ignoring how plush his lips feel against my skin. “Kim Seokjin!” I hiss, “I promise I am not playing hard to get. I simply do not want to go to your party. Now, please, for the love of god, let me walk by you in peace.”

Loud bursts of laughter sound immediately after I finish speaking, and I whip around to locate the source. Two boys jog over to where Seokjin and I are standing on the pavement. Their laughter doesn’t subside with their approach. If anything, it grows louder.

“Oh, come on, pres,” the pink-haired boy who I know to be Park Jimin jeers, his melodic giggles punctuating each word. “Is this how you plan on handling your first rejection?”

My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I turn to face Seokjin, only to find him lying dramatically on the lawn in front of his house with one arm throw over his face.

“Go away, Jimin,” Seokjin groans, ripping out a handful of grass and throwing it at the other boy. Obviously, he doesn't calculate for the wind and sputters when the grass blows back in his face.

“Boss, you’ve really hit a new low,” the blue-haired boy - Kim Taehyung - grins as he looks back and forth between me and the over-the-top performance happening on the lawn. All Seokjin does in return is flip Taehyung off, seeming to have learned from his grass-throwing lesson.

Well, there’s no need for me to stay a second longer within this realm of crazy.

I turn on my heel and head off towards the library, renewed in my desperation for the relief of blissfully cold air.

Alas, I don’t get too far before the two boys with colorful hair are in front of me - each with an arm thrown over the other’s shoulders. 

“Well, well, well… I must say,” Taehyung drawls.

“You’re quite an intriguing little thing,” Jimin cocks his head, looking me up and down. I try in vain to steel myself against the heated assessments both boys are giving me.

I’d heard a lot about these two - most of it being completely outlandish and borderline unbelievable. Do they really do everything together?

It’s as if that thought is written all over my face as the smirks grow on the faces of Jimin and Taehyung. “If you don’t want to come to our party for Jin-hyung…”

“Will you come for us?” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s thought, and I am almost certain that he intended for that question to be as suggestive as it sounded.

Before I can even attempt to answer, Seokjin launches up from the ground and barges in between the two boys. “Yah! That is no way to speak to a lady! Have I taught you nothing? Don’t you fools remember lesson number fifty-two on being a good host?”

“We didn’t say anything inappropriate, pres,” Taehyung shrugs, looking pleased with how riled up the older boy is growing. His pink-haired counterpart grins, “If anything, you’re the one with the dirty mind, twisting our innocent words into such filth.”

It’s as if Seokjin is struck by lightning - his shock turning him pale as a ghost before the redness overtakes him. I cannot tell if it’s due to embarrassment or anger. All I know is that I need to bounce.

When Mt. Seokjin finally erupts, I slink away and practically jog across the street to campus. Ah, free at last...

a/n: this is part one in my host club series! originally i was going to make this a giant one-shot but i figured i would just break it up into smaller pieces so that i could get some content out uwu

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