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belovedivies · 4 months ago

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Heyyy I love the killer Peter writing that you do it’s amazing🤩

Could I request relationship head canons for Peter like you did for Raphael but this time reader is an assassin like him

peter relationship headcanons

a/n: i'll be taking requests again now that i'm done with midterms (spoiler alert i got my ass beaten :3). this came out a little too long and specific for a hc but i plan to flesh this out on another oneshot- anw, enjoy anon!!! cw: minor spoiler, pre-canon, brief canon-typical cruelty wc: 1.26k m.list

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You met on neutral ground, mainly because his friend just wouldn’t shut up about this cute girl a few rooms down the hallway. You were three years older than Simon then, with a stature shorter than Peter himself.

Glory Club’s foundation is three things: violence, money, and ego. Assassins were pitched against each other on a daily basis, risking their lives to climb to the top where the Apostles rightfully resided. Where jealousy burnt red hot and became a driving force for success, the flame in you had long died out. Peter stared sometimes, and in your eyes, an ocean of arctic iciness stared right back.

He didn’t think much of it. He couldn’t begrudge anyone for it either. The paycheck was nice, and so was the control, the chokehold over others. Peter had and would play the part of an obedient puppet on strings to this organization as long as he drew breath, and as long it benefited them. Wouldn’t you do the same too? Downed a pill, cracked a skull, tossed and turned in a dusty corner later on because the dried blood felt so uncomfortably sticky on your nape, the scream of agony fresh on your mind. It wasn’t the nicest job out there, but it was for survival. A better cause. And Peter had thought about it rationally; he just owed that much to Father Gabriel.

It did get a little more complicated when you got roped in with them. Peter’s apathy had been evident while you stayed painfully austere, and Simon… was just trying his best to get both of you to talk. Five minutes in and a few hours after that afternoon, he couldn’t fathom why his comrade had thought it was a good idea for them to spar with not just a B-rank killer, but one whom neither of them had ever talked to.

OUTLINE

You really hated your job. Anyone would, at some point in their life.

Solo missions were a norm for Peter—things always worked out smoother and faster for the guy when he was on his own. On the rare occasion, he did get paired up with another person. Sometimes his fellow Apostles, the others a far too prideful assassin who chewed more than they could bite. But today there was you. And there wasn’t anything to go about besides a few surface-level exchanges and the silence in between. He couldn’t begrudge you. It’s only for survival.

A hit to the jugular and the job was done. Once out cold on the ground, the body wasn’t his responsibility anymore. Still, the boy watched with some amount of interest when you picked up the knife and poked around their insides. He left to light up a cigarette, took three brief puffs, and went back to the bedsheets covered in blood with the corpse nailed against the wall.

Sadism wasn’t intentional, but it was a running theme among the ranked Glory Club killers. The only collar made of metal and swine that bound them together by the neck. That you were so deep into the pit of insanity, you either shut off your emotions completely or learned to love the carnage.

Death reeked in every corner of the room, yet it was in you that Peter could tell the scent the clearest. You were there, so strangely out of the place, knees pulled tight against your chest. The look on your face was downright miserable.

When Peter made his way closer to inspect the scene, you tilted your head up to meet his face. The knife slipped, the moon shone, the rain tapered. Then you blinked, which was already so rare in itself. And Peter had blinked too, eyes widened, lips parted open just a fraction in surprise as tears welled up in your eyes. You sobbed and wept your dying heart out all the way until the cleanup crew showed up at the motel. One old lady, grey hair and croaked voice, held you in her arms. Months later when Peter finally asked again, he learned that it had hardly been the first.

FIRST DRAFT

Just down the road, past the cut of dense trees leading to a lonely seashore, there was an orphanage tucked away from the hustle and bustle of Seoul. The kids always waved whenever Peter passed by during his morning run, a gesture that he had returned with equal warmth. Twice a week, the courtyard was lit up with colorful string lights and music, the mouth-watering scent of food wafting through the night air.

He had seen you outside of the Cathedral before, but not like this. The gentle fluorescents accentuated your features with a certain softness, like marshmallow, like the sea breeze carding through his hair. And you had talked, had smiled, had laughed along with them, had stared at Peter with eyes wide as saucers when one of the caregivers invited him in. You were in an apron with the children clung to your waist, vying for an ounce of your attention. It was a week after the mission and you two had rarely crossed paths.

Peter wondered if you resented him for it; serving him a rather generous portion of seafood barbecue while dodging teasing comments from the kids through grinding teeth and knife-point smiles. But when your shoulders bumped against him on the bench, the tip of your right ear was burning red.

Simon ended up joining the week that followed, bringing more laughter to the shared space with his horrible singing and playfully flexing his swordsmanship. The edge of your smile grew softer and your shoulders more relaxed as you stuffed everyone’s plates with more food. Peter watched you through the rim of his cup with a tightness in his throat; you had only wanted to be normal.

EDIT

“The kids are my rock.” You confessed a few months later when the ice wall between you and him finally melted. This late into the night, there wasn’t a wisp of cloud in the sky. The waves hit the shore every second, washing away the footsteps as Peter took a stroll with you along the beach.

You asked him about his dream. He didn’t know how to answer it. Taking away the cruelty and violence that made him the way he is today, what was left of the Apostle Peter? A caring brother to Simon and a good son to Father Gabriel. He might as well have been a husk before and a pretty face after, but there rarely had been anything in between for Peter to define himself. A label. A purpose.

Before he could say it, you gave his shoulder a gentle pat and chuckle, eyes glinting with mirth. “You’ll probably be a bookstore typa guy when you grow older.” And against all odds, the statement drew a chuckle from him too.

Maybe he would. Maybe if there was ever a disbandment order from the Cathedral and Peter had lived long enough to have a hunched back and a head full of grey hair, he would run a small bookstore on his own. Maybe the future Simon would drop by sometimes and tease him for his old-man look despite being older than Peter was.

Maybe the future you, still alive and kicking then, would also visit him, and the future Peter, older and wiser than he is right now, might have had the courage to ask you to stay.

But tonight, there was just the two of you. The moon hung high above the sky, the sea glistened with stars and mysticality. Peter watched as the white moonlight lined up the bridge of your nose and the curves of your cupid bow. The artificial heart inside your chest might not have a pulse, but his own did.

And it was very much beating for you.

#killer peter #killer peter manhwa #manhwa x reader #killer peter x reader #manhwa #reader insert #x reader #killer pietro #x female reader #x female y/n

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mixolya · 13 days ago

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ᓚᘏᗢ — unspoken !

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pairings﹕rin itoshi x gn!reader

contents﹕one shot, fluff, academic rivals to friends to ???, wc: 1257, proofread

the steady hum of bright lights filled the lecture hall, a faint undercurrent to the low chatter of students settling into their seats. you flipped through your notebook, barely glancing at the professor as he outlined the term’s schedule. your attention was elsewhere, fixed on the boy sitting three rows behind you, rin itoshi.

you hated the way he carried himself, so calm and detached, like the world revolved around his perfectly measured strides and unbreakable confidence. and yet, every glance his way was a betrayal of the very dislike you clung to.

“it’s always him,” you muttered under your breath, staring at the list of rankings on your phone. of course, there he was again - top of the class, a position he had claimed since the first semester. your name followed closely behind, second place. always second.

as if on cue, rin’s gaze flicked up. those sharp teal eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment, and you felt your stomach twist. you quickly looked away, heat creeping up your neck. it was maddening how someone so infuriating could leave you feeling like this - off-balance, exposed.

by the time you reached the library that afternoon, your frustration had bubbled into determination. if you wanted to beat rin itoshi, you needed to outwork him. and if there was one thing you knew, it was that effort always triumphed over talent.

you spread your notes across the table, highlighting passages in your textbook with mechanical precision. hours passed, and the sky outside darkened to a soft navy. you were deep in focus when you felt it, a presence. familiar. unmistakable.

“you’re here late,” rin said, his voice low but distinct.

you looked up, meeting his impassive stare. he stood across the table, hands in his pockets, a textbook tucked under one arm.

“so are you,” you replied, forcing nonchalance into your tone. “what do you want?”

he shrugged, his expression unreadable. “this table has the best lighting.”

“there are other tables.”

“but this one’s the best,” he said simply, sitting down across from you without waiting for permission.

you scowled, shifting your focus back to your notes. his presence was intimidating, but you refused to let him see how much it rattled you. the two of you worked in silence, the air between you thick with unspoken tension. every so often, you caught him glancing your way, and each time, your heart betrayed you with a quickened beat.

the rivalry between you and rin was silent yet persistant. every assignment, every exam, every project; it was a silent battle for supremacy. and yet, there were moments that blurred the lines between competition and something else entirely.

like the time you caught him watching you in class, his expression difficult to read but his gaze intense. or the fleeting conversations that felt heavier than they should, words tinged with a meaning neither of you dared to acknowledge.

it wasn’t hatred, but it wasn’t friendship either. it was something in between, something risky and fragile, like a thread stretched too thin.

the turning point came when the professor announced the midterm project.

“you’ll be working in pairs,” he said, scrolling through a list on his tablet. “i've already assigned partners to ensure a balanced workload.”

your stomach dropped as the names were read aloud.

“y/n l/n and rin itoshi.”

the room spun. of all the people, why him?

you risked a glance at rin, whose expression remained confident. if he was annoyed by the pairing, he didn’t show it.

“guess we’re stuck together,” he said after class, falling into step beside you.

“don’t make it sound like a death sentence,” you retorted, though your voice lacked its usual bite.

he smirked. “i’ll try to survive.”

the first meeting was awkward, to say the least. you met at the library, your usual spot by the windows now shared territory. the air was awkward with unspoken rules - boundaries neither of you dared to cross.

“let’s just divide the work,” you said, pulling out your laptop. “i’ll handle the research, and you can focus on the presentation.”

“why not the other way around?” rin asked, arching an eyebrow.

“because i said so,” you snapped.

he leaned back in his chair, studying you with that annoying calm expression. “fine. but don’t complain if my part overshadows yours.”

you glared at him, your pulse quickening. “don’t underestimate me, Itoshi.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, his voice low, almost teasing.

as the days passed, the initial tension began to shift. you fell into a rhythm, your conversations less antagonistic and more collaborative. but the underlying current of competition remained, fueling your mutual drive.

one night, as you worked late in the library, rin surprised you with a rare moment of vulnerability.

“you’re always so focused,” he said, breaking the silence. “it’s impressive.”

you looked up, startled by the compliment. “thanks?”

he hesitated, his gaze dropping to the table. “i mean it. you push me to be better.”

for a moment, you didn’t know how to respond. the weight of his words hung in the air, a fragile truth neither of you had acknowledged before.

“you do the same for me,” you admitted quietly.

his eyes met yours, and in that moment, something shifted. the rivalry, the tension, the unspoken yearning - it all formed into something unquestionable.

the night before the project deadline, you found yourselves in the library once again. the work was done, but neither of you made a move to leave. instead, you sat in companionable silence, the weight of the past weeks settling between you.

“do you ever wonder why we’re like this?” rin asked suddenly, his voice breaking the stillness.

“like what?” you asked, though you knew exactly what he meant.

“this constant thing between us,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “rivalry. tension. whatever you want to call it.”

you looked down at your hands, your chest tightening. “maybe because we’re too similar.”

he shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “no. it’s because you’re different.”

your breath caught, and you risked a glance at him. his beautiful eyes were softer than you’d ever seen them, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite name.

“you make me want to be better,” he said quietly. “not just as a student. as a person.”

the vulnerability in his voice was shocking, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“rin,” you began, your voice trembling.

but he shook his head, cutting you off. “you don’t have to say anything. i just needed you to know.”

the silence that followed was heavy, charged with the weight of unspoken feelings. and yet, in that silence, there was a sense of understanding, a shared truth neither of you could deny.

when the project presentation ended the next day, your professor praised your work, calling it the best in the class. but as you stood beside rin, the usual rush of victory felt different. this time, it wasn’t about beating him. it was about standing with him.

as the class filed out, rin caught your arm, his touch sending a jolt through you.

“walk with me,” he said, his voice low.

you nodded, your heart pounding as the two of you stepped into the crisp afternoon air. the campus was quiet, the golden light of the setting sun casting long shadows on the ground.

“what happens now?” you asked, breaking the silence.

he glanced at you, his expression thoughtful. “i don’t know. but i’d like to figure it out.”

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wttcsms · 7 months ago

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thinking about how kei tsukishima has enough on his plate; the upcoming volleyball season for his division 2 level team, midterms for all of his classes, and juggling his internship with the sendai city museum (which, if he excels at [lets be honest, he'll totally excel at it], he'll be offered a full-time role after graduation). he's admitted to his coach that he doesn't want a shot to rise the ranks and to be transferred to a division 1 team (he loves volleyball, but he's never dreamed about it; not like the guys who actually deserve to go pro), he narrowly avoided having to tutor the shy girl in one of his classes (sorry, but she's on her own; he studies best alone), and since he's the only intern at the museum, he has plenty of time to showcase what an excellent worker he'll be.

except, then he's not the only intern.

he thinks no one can be more annoyed at this turn of events, but in walks you — daughter of the director of the museum, a nepo baby through and through, and you look like you'd rather be anywhere else than stuck spending a semester's worth of time at this museum. (tsukishima doesn't have to guess about this, though — upon meeting him for the first time, you admit this willingly before rolling your eyes and settling on a visitors' bench to scroll on your phone).

apparently, you're stuck here because your dad is tired of your spoiled, selfish antics. he wants you to learn how to actually contribute something to society, and that if you do not take this internship seriously, you can wave bye-bye to your trust fund access and his platinum credit card. to ensure that you're actually doing your damn job, the director personally pulls tsukishima aside and makes a special request: could tsukishima please watch over you, be a role model, and report back to him on your progress?

how troublesome, tsukishima thinks, before he's offered a pay raise and an unspoken promise that if all goes well, he's graduating with a guaranteed job here.

at first, he handles you with nothing but fake smiles that turn genuine when he realizes his lack of irritation towards you only makes you more upset. the two of you are constantly bantering, can never agree on anything, and you think he's a stuck up know-it-all brat who's set on making you miserable. he thinks you're a stuck up know-it-all brat who's set on making him miserable. but of course, the longer you two are stuck together, the more you two start to realize that the other isn't so bad...

just picture him finally showing you around the museum after-hours, or when a new exhibit is coming in. he starts to explain to you what it is and this time, you're actually fully captivated with his words. while you're admiring the artifacts, he's admiring you.

#kei tsukishima x reader

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palajae · 6 months ago

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episode two. | park jay

PAIRING ▸ host!jay x reader

GENRE ▸ ouran high school host club!au, high school! au, romance, fluff, angst, humor

WC ▸ 4.2k

SUMMARY ▸ host park jay: the cool and calculated type. as the vice president and brain of the en-host club, jay is more than quick and entertaining. you’ll never get bored with all the things he does and says—if you ever get the chance to meet him.

AKA episode two of the kiss, kiss, fall in love! series

AN/NOTES ▸ mentions of food?? toxic family issues (specifically daddy issues), not proofread

sorry for the wait but here is the second part! <3 also i swear i love jay and his father this was just for the plot okay don’t come for me 😭🙏

EPISODE 2. The Job of the Class Top Student!

you get up, making sure to push the chair back with a loud screech so that everyone could hear. you feel the eyes boring holes into your back. if anyone looked closely, they would notice how your eyes flickered across the room. searching—checking.

but no one was, most were still on the first page of the exam and had six more pages to go.

you keep a straight and composed face as you walk up to the teacher’s desk, inaudible whispers and shocked stares going in one ear and out the other.

after all, who finishes the midterm with 50 minutes left?

you don’t falter, you don’t let your mask slip. however that rule is excused when it comes to one person. your eyes fall on his hunched over silhouette, smirking just the slightest as he flips to the last page of the exam.

you and park jay. park jay and you. the class’s designated number one and two ranked students. who was which was yet to be confirmed.

everyone wondered who would end up on top. there must’ve been a rivalry, a game, a secret enemies to lovers?

to you, it was anything but that.

it was an offense—being compared to park jay. sure, he was brilliant. you could at least admit that.

but he was also a member of the en-host club. the vice president, at that.

you shivered in disgust the first time you found out that he co-founded the club along with lee heeseung. you would expect no less of him, but jay, seriously?

what would his father think?

you had no time for trivial stuff like acting as a host and pleasing those who weren’t worthy of your company.

he wasted hours every day, every week, at and for that club.

you didn’t understand.

why was jay pretending to be someone he wasn’t?

every time someone would mention his name, you would snort and turn your head to the side.

“that player? don’t count yourself special or lucky. he just wants attention from anyone he can get it from.”

you vowed to beat him. how could you ever lose to the��host, park jay?

“how are you, mr. park?”

you bow gracefully, a practiced smile plastered on your face.

you hated it—how jay was a splitting image of his father. you hated any and every reminder of him.

and just like the two of you, your families were rivals. they had to have been, after all they both competed in the same industries and markets.

it was only natural that jay’s father took a liking to you. the one who was as gifted as his son, if not better.

the one who was diligent, compliant, and charismatic. you were the one raised properly. you didn’t make rash decisions that wasted your time and future.

“good. i heard my son has been troubling you recently. in physics, was it?”

your smile tightens. “of course not, sir. i’m not sure if jay told you, but we recently received a group presentation. he got paired with the kang family’s son.”

when jay got put with the kid who barely paid attention in class, let alone showed up to class, you couldn’t hide your triumphant smile.

he pats you on the back, “of course. you know i just say that as a joke.”

you pretend to laugh it off, bowing again before excusing yourself to the bathroom and taking your leave.

when you reach the mirror, you stare at yourself. you looked aggravated, confused, lost. because you were. all because you knew what mr. park was implying. he thought the same as you—it’s why the two of you grew close.

were you really going to let mr. park’s son overtake you in a class?

while you spent most of your time studying and working, his failure of a son who spent his time messing around had the same grades as you, if not better?

he was challenging you and your future.

you despised park jay.

gasps and whispers of awe fill the room. you stand near the back, face unreadable.

chapter 9 test scores:

park jay - 99

y/l/n y/n - 96

…..

yujin nudges your shoulder with a concerned look. “are you okay? i know you spent four hours cramming for that test…”

you don’t say anything and stalk off.

your room gets the brunt force of your emotions. you rip, crumple up, and trash your notes. your binders and notebooks go flying as you shove and fling them onto the ground with as much strength as you can.

it was a mess. you were a mess.

how did he do better than you? you know for a fact he didn’t study as much as you did. he didn’t waste hours and hours reviewing the material and practicing. how did he do it?

there must be a reason, you resolve. something must be going on in that host club.

you vow to figure the truth about jay.

“what do you think he does there? seduce the girls into giving him answers?”

ningning laughs, “don’t be ridiculous.”

she pauses, “unless…?”

you huff, rolling your eyes. “i need to find out. this isn’t right.”

“you really don’t. you know you’re kinda—what’s the word? obsessed.”

“with jay,” she adds, “do you like him or something?”

you point a finger harshly, accusatorily, at ningning.

“you know how i feel. my mother and father won’t be pleased. let’s not forget about his father.”

she only laughs, reaching out to put down your hand as you groan in frustration.

“you sound like draco malfoy, you’re so funny. but go ahead with your plan, i’m not stopping you.”

you rub your temples in frustration. “am i about to make a mistake? is this a bad idea?”

ningning only shakes her head like a parent chiding their kid, “oh, y/n. you know you don’t ever have bad ideas or make mistakes.”

anyways, she was wrong.

the moment you walked—more like burst—into the en-host club, all eyes were on you.

you were used to it, but not like this. not like everyone was seeing a ghost. your eyes flit around the room, studying the infamous place. the host club was surprisingly spacious and intricate. you supposed it wasn’t that bad of an area.

“y/n,” heeseung is the first to greet you and extend out his hand. you almost glare at it.

“certainly did not expect to see you here. a pleasant surprise nonetheless,” he adds after flinching at your icy gaze. heeseung was the one to turn jay—disillusion him and make your life that much more difficult.

“have the rumors finally piqued your curiosity? who exactly-“

you hold out a hand to cut him off, “save it. i’m only here to speak to jay.”

saying his name out left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. more whispers break out and you grit your teeth.

heeseung’s eyes widen as jake appears with a grin. great, now you were starting to attract even more attention.

“so you finally succumbed, huh?”

your eyes narrow.

“to what, exactly?”

“you know, for being one of the brightest students in our grade, you can be quite dense sometimes.”

“and for being one of the most popular students in our grade, you can be quite pitiful sometimes, did you know that?”

“y/n.”

you bite back your next words at the appearance of the person of your request. jay sends a look to the other hosts, and they leave you two alone reluctantly.

“what do you want?”

at first, you don’t say anything.

when you don’t respond, his gaze hardens. “did my father send you?”

you ignore him. “i’m here to observe the club. and you.”

you hold eye contact until jay finally breaks it and sighs, “fine. i could care less.”

to your surprise, jay doesn’t say anything else. and in your awkwardness, you realize you have no choice but to follow him around or stand there like a loser. and you were anything but a loser.

you didn’t know how this whole club thing really worked, anyway.

you check the clock. how long would this take? how much time of yours would be wasted?

you can’t believe it. the fact that you wasted two hours or that jay was busily working, you’re not sure. probably both.

all he did was sit down at one of the tables with his laptop. no words were exchanged when you sat stiffly across from him. it’s still a bit uncomfortable, being in this place with no purpose or goal other than to spy on jay (not to forget the girls absolutely shellshocked at your presence in the club.)

he typed quite fast, you note by the sound of the keys clicking harshly. jay looked focused, significantly more than when he took chemistry quizzes.

you attempt to sneakily glance at his screen. eventually, you get a crick in your neck and you sigh.

“what are you doing?”

“running the statistics for the club’s activities this week,” he responds curtly.

after about an hour, you frown. where were all the girls? where was his cheesy flirting and hosting that they all supposedly did?

there’s no way he was actually just that busy working?

you walk off without another word.

“it doesn’t make any sense,” you furiously chew your salad, “i need to go back.”

“really?” ningning replies with an edge in her voice.

you slam your fork down. “i-i mean, he stays there until five! that means he doesn’t arrive home for another thirty minutes and that reduces his study time to around five to six hours, considering dinner and washing up. then i have to take into account the fact that his bedtime must be around twelve since he has nonexistent eye bags—“

ningning stuffs a tomato into your mouth.

“if this isn’t obsessed, i don’t know what is.”

you glare at her as you chew. “is not. being obsessed means you have to have interest in the person or subject.”

ningning mutters something under her breath.

somehow, your eyes fall on jay sitting with his host club friends. his arms are relaxed behind his head, as if he was purposely flaunting off to everyone in the room. you want to slap the tinted glasses he wore, you could barely see his eyes. you never knew what he was thinking.

you curse jay internally.

ningning gets up. “anyways, i’ll see you in calculus later.”

you come to your senses again, nodding at her. “let me know if you need any more help on the problem set.”

she grins, patting your head.

“thanks, good luck getting his attention.”

“whose?” you call out but she’s already gone, leaving you to ponder your own thoughts.

the sound of silverware scraping the plates makes you cringe. besides that, there was complete silence in the dining hall.

you knew what was coming.

“i heard jay scored the highest on the last physics exam.”

you look down. “yes, father.”

you were used to it.

“how long did you prepare for it? i thought i raised you properly,” his cold voice never failed to put a shiver down your spine.

“i’m sorry. i’ll do better next time…” you barely manage to get out.

you pray he’s finished.

“i heard he barely studied. spends all his time at that horrid club, yet he scored better. interesting.”

you wipe your mouth before standing up. “i’m going to finish my homework. i promise i’ll work harder, father.”

you leave the table with clenched fists. every freaking time.

you want to punch the wall, scream and kick. it wasn’t fair. you gave your all to make your parents proud, and it was never enough. when would you be enough for them?

you told yourself every time, that you weren’t affected. it didn’t matter.

yet it still hurt.

you’re on autopilot the entire day at school. you’re in and out, brain fuzzy. indeed, those were the consequences of a sleepless, turning and tossing kind of night.

“-y/n?”

you swear, it was so bad you could literally hear your parent’s disappointed voices in your ear.

“y/n!”

you jolt up in your seat, accidentally knocking a pencil off your desk. your professor eyes you along with the rest of your classmates. along with jay.

it wasn’t like you to zone out.

“i’m sorry,” you stammer. “could you repeat the question?”

“i didn’t ask a question,” they raise an eyebrow, making you look down in embarrassment.

“are you alright? do you need to go to the nurse?”

you decline and apologize hastily, straightening your posture and grabbing your pencil off the floor. your teacher resumes their lecture and you hate how you can still feel jay’s eyes linger on you.

when class is dismissed, you’re packing up your last notes when you feel eyes on you, once again. it was just you two left in the room.

you already know who it is.

“that wasn’t like you.”

“i know. i don’t need your fake concern,” you spit out.

his eyes widen as you stand up and shove past him.

“hey-“

you stop in your tracks, turning around to face jay—the root of all your issues.

“are you happy now? seeing me like this? you embarrassed me, you won. there’s no need to pretend you care when it’s obvious you don’t. can you even?”

he isn’t able to get in a single word in as you stalk out.

by the end of your last class, you hate to admit it, but you’re actually regretting your words. you constantly replay that last moment in class, when you actually saw an ounce of emotion on jay’s otherwise stoic face. when it actually seemed like he got hurt by your words. it couldn’t be, though.

jay didn’t show his emotion. he didn’t care, unlike you. no matter how much his father compared the two of you, jay did what he wanted and he did it well.

while you hated to see that you were the weak—the jealous one.

you didn’t mean to take your anger out on him—you knew jay would never intentionally beat you.

you would. you were the one who needed the validation, and therefore, you had to do your best. you had to be the best in order to beat jay. and yet, you find yourself in another moment of weakness.

standing in front of the music room, you sigh. here you were once again. when you walk in, you head straight for heeseung.

he’s sitting rather comfortably, cozying up to two random students you’ve never seen before.

when you clear your throat, heeseung sits up as his eyes widen at the sight of you. “y/n?”

“i need to speak with jay,” you can’t seem to look him in the eyes.

“again?” he smirks.

you exhale slowly, trying your best to keep your cool. “please. it’s urgent.”

and suddenly, you’re standing in front of him. your hands clasped together, eyes downcast.

at first, no words are exchanged. you know jay—he won’t be the first to say anything. it takes a minute for you to collect your thoughts. to finally let it sink in that you were here, in this situation, in front of him.

“i… i didnt mean what i said.”

“earlier,” you quickly add.

you take a quick glance, only to see the same emotionless expression he always wore.

“alright.”

you swallow. he stands there.

jay proceeds to push his glasses further up his nosebridge , “if that’s all, then, i’m a bit busy.”

“r-right. yeah.”

your eyes follow his back as he begins to walk off.

“wait! wait.”

he slows, but doesn’t turn around.

you scrunch your face up, cringing. “can i-just like, stay? for a moment?”

jay being jay only shrugs.

and for the second time, you find yourself sitting across from jay. again, he’s simply typing away on his computer.

no flirting or messing around with the guests.

your curious eyes wander around the giant room. if you weren’t in the position you were in, born into, maybe you would’ve come here.

your eyes fall back on jay. maybe you would’ve requested him. his looks weren’t that bad, and when he wasn’t talking school-

you clap a hand over your mouth, horrified at the thought. jay looks at you from over his screen, but his fingers never stop moving.

you shake your head, as if to physically remove the thought from your head.

“so… uh, what are you doing?”

“club work. finances, promotion, sponsors. basically everything behind the scenes.”

your eyes squint, “then how are you the vice president?”

he sighs as if he’s used to the question, “beats me.”

“then, you’re not a host? every time i’ve been here, you haven’t done anything host-like.”

“the two times you’ve been here,” he corrects and you roll your eyes.

“it’s because you’re here.”

“what?”

“you scare off my usual clients, so i cannot host,” he states as a matter of factly.

your mouth forms a “o,” but you soon cock your head at him.

“why would i scare off your clients, though?”

his cold eyes glint up at you. “i think that’s a question to ask yourself.”

you stifle a groan.

“either way, i don’t have many requests since i’m usually busy keeping the club alive.”

you knew it wasn’t true. there were plenty of girls who whispered about him in the halls and glared at you. not that they would ever do anything—you knew they were rightfully scared of you.

“you’re saying that you’re not popular then.”

“if that’s what you want to think, then sure.”

“and yet, i’m here.” you cough awkwardly.

“but you are not here for the same reasons,”

jay stops typing abruptly. he looks at you, and you start spluttering at his implication.

“there is no way i would ever waste my time here to-for you-“

“yet you’re still sitting right in front of me,” he smirks, “you said what you had to say earlier, no?”

curse him for being your one weakness. there was no one who could beat you in an argument except park jay. he was so infuriating.

you slam your hands on the table, “yes. thank you so much for the reminder. but don’t you dare think i’ll go easy on you after today.”

you turn your nose up before leaving. you hated how he always got your heart rate up, palms sweaty and knees weak. jay always riled you up, it was just because of how infuriating he was.

that was the only reason, right?

ningning smoothly slides into the seat next to you, “i heard you went back to the host club?”

your eyes widen.

“just admit it, you like jay. you realized all the feelings you felt about him were actually, in fact, for him. no need to be embarrassed, everyone else already knows,” she teases.

you choke but attempt to cover it up with a small ahem, straightening your back.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. i only went there because of my curiosity. you know the saying: keep your friends close and enemies closer? yeah, i’m just sizing up my opponent.”

she sighs, patting you on the head.

“it’s alright to spend time with jay, you know. you and your families have known each other for a while. plus, you guys are literally the same person—just in different bodies.”

although she didn’t mean it in that way, you begin to realize she’s right.

you and jay are a lot more alike than you realize. same overbearing parents putting immense amounts of pressure on the two of you. if anything, you should have been friends—not enemies.

who were you trying to protect yourself against? jay?

or your families who caused this whole mess in the first place?

you suddenly get out of your chair, leaving ningning to stare at you.

“where are you going? study hall isn’t over for another hour!”

“i…i have to go somewhere.”

“and skip studying? what has possessed you, y/n?” she says incredulously.

as you run off, you silently agree with her.

your feet lead the way, automatically taking you to the place you need to be without even realizing it.

you open the doors rather harshly, stomping over to the familiar table. you already knew he would be here. he always was here if he wasn’t in class.

jay sits there, and to your surprise, he’s strict and gazing out the large tinted glass windows. as you approach him, he pushes the bridge of his glasses up, looking at you with inquisitive eyes.

“how do you do it?”

he blinks at the question.

“pardon?”

“how? how do you not care?” you almost demand him to answer, feeling all the pent up frustrations bubble up to the surface.

“about your family, your duty, about everything!?”

you’re almost panting, glaring at him with glassy eyes. you needed to know.

“it just doesn’t make sense. we’re in the same boat, yet you don’t care and you don’t seem affected. after everything that has happened, how can you feel so normal? how can you pretend like everything’s going to be okay?” your voice cracks.

to your surprise, jay sighs. he quietly gets up and looks up at you. clearly, like it’s the first time you’ve ever looked in his eyes. they draw you in, an endless void of darkness.

you can finally feel the tension in the air. you finally notice that the two of you are alone.

“if anything, i used to care more than you. i was worse off than you. it wasn’t always easy. it still isn’t.”

you cross your arms.

“you’re not lonely? stressed? is that why you decided to join the host club?”

“i just decided to. i decided that i won’t let them dictate all parts my life. i chose to do this along with heeseung. he showed me a different world, a new path to life. not everything has to be for your own future benefit and success.”

you look down. the sight of your own clenched fists surprises you.

you know jay. you’ve known jay, for a long time. you’ve seen how he used to be. what an arrogant and selfish know-it-all he was. then, he changed. he became a host and suddenly, he was having fun with friends and doing everything he could for the club and them.

but, you were in different positions. he fought back against his parents for his life, while you couldn’t even imagine coming close. why did you think you could come to him?

“then… we’re not as similar as i thought we were. nevermind any of it.”

as you turn away, jay speaks up again.

“you think you’re selfish. spoiled and special, perhaps.”

you stop.

“but you give tutoring to those who need it. and it’s not just for your reputation and the hours because you do it outside of school. you’re friends with ningning but she’s the second daughter, set to inherit nothing. you secretly give your packed lunch to the one person in our class who can’t always afford it.”

you quietly gasp.

“i know. because you’re just like me.”

you stand there, silently debating before walking out.

there were too many emotions. how did he know? how long has he known—noticed all those things about you?

worst of all, it feels like you’ve reached a deeper level, a mutual understanding, in your relationship with park jay.

whatever relationship you both even had.

people are more than shocked to see the sight in front of them. this type of news—gossip—would reach the headmaster in a day or two. but those fan girls filled with jealousy would never do anything about it in fear of getting on your or jay’s bad side.

park jay, helping y/n organize notes before class?

y/n y/l/n, showing up to the host club on a weekly basis to sit with jay?

and if your parents had anything to say, you turned the other way and pretended not to have heard.

no one understood, like there was a silent understanding between just the two of you.

jay scoots over, almost as if he was saving you the seat. almost like the seat was yours, it always had belonged to you. your heart warms at the thought.

“our families are having another dinner.”

“i know. probably to discuss our futures, don’t you think?”

you hum, passing him a honey citron drink and he gratefully accepts it without a word. for a minute you both enjoy the drinks in peace.

“maybe. probably. your mother was the one to invite us over, you tell me.”

“i suspect to talk about the latest business affairs. then our grades.”

“oh goodness me,” you sigh and jay can’t help but genuinely smile. you liked the fact that you were one of the only people who could do that.

“at least i’ll have you—or we’ll have each other,” he remarks rather normally, but the fidgeting of his hands with his pen tells you otherwise.

you glance up at him, face warming slightly. he was right, though. it was a hard fact to get adjusted to. you did have someone else now.

of all people, jay. he was the person you least expected, and yet… the only person you knew it could be.

and maybe, you guys could heal together. you scoot your chair a bit closer to his, leaning to look at his screen. he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

you knew you could and would heal together.

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perfectly-m1saligned · 4 months ago

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K!nktober day 3

Following @dreamlandcreations prompt list. Day three: foreplay. You can find all the stories on my Wattpad as well. Toodles!

(NSFW: MDNI!! Reader's discretion is advised)

Simon Riley x reader

(professor!Simon x student!reader) (college!au) (age gap)

"Miss l/n, a word?" Professor Riley's gravelly voice made you stop in your tracks, the other students walking past you on their way out of the classroom. Books held tight against your chest between folded arms, your eyes met his. "Yes, professor?" You managed to ask meekly. Your feet brought you towards his desk as he beckoned you closer with a wiggle of his finger.

The rolled-up sleeves of his white dress shirt gave way to the prominent veins that ran along his forearms, bulging underneath the blonde hairs, muscles taut as he leaned against the dark, polished wood with one big, scarred hand. Simon had left the rank of Lieutenant to take up on the role of college professor, teaching criminal psychology.

"You're falling behind, y/n," he stated bluntly, chin tipped low as he still had some inches on you. "You're the most brilliant student of this course, and midterms are approaching, it would be a real shame to give you a bad grade, knowing you can do a lot more." You sighed, aware of the undeniable truth behind his words. "I know," you mumbled looking down at your feet. "And I'm sorry, Mr. Riley. I'm aware, and I know it's totally out of character for me, but a lot of private matters have come up all of a sudden and it's hard to keep up with everything."

Simon let out a low hum after hearing your explanation, trying to ignore the way you nervously chewed on your bottom lip to release the tension in your nerves. "I see," he simply said. "Still, I don't want to see your potential go to waste, and I'm not usually one to offer a preferential lane, but you are a really bright young woman, so I'm willing to offer an arrangement." Your eyes snapped up to meet his again, lips parted as you held your breath, anticipation coiling in your stomach. "How about this: I'll wait for you in my office, at 4 this afternoon. I'll give you an hour and a half to write an essay on a topic of my choice from the course, so we can try and fix that grade of yours, yeah?"

Your eyes lit up at the offer, a relieved sigh leaving your lips as they curled up in a smile. "I'm absolutely willing to do everything I can to prove my worth, Mr. Riley. Thank you very much for the offer, I'll be there." A twitch touched Simon's lips for all of a heartbeat, giving you a curt nod of his hand as you bid your goodbye, his eyes locked on the way the hem of your skirt barely covered your ass, bouncing side to side with every step, making him adjust himself in his slacks once you had closed the door.

At 4:00pm sharp, you knocked on the door to professor Riley's office, hand hovering over the handle as you waited for his permission. "Come." You heard a gruff voice coming from the other side, so you welcomed yourself in. "Ah, Miss l/n, please." Simon gestured towards the leather chair across from his, eyes not leaving his laptop, the screen creating a blue reflection on his glasses. "I'm answering an email, I'll be with you in a moment."

You sat down, placing your bag at the feet of the chair, folding your hands in your lap as you patiently waited, taking in the spartan décor of his office. Simon eventually cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts. "So," he began. "What I want you to do now, is to write a thousand-word long essay on phrenology. You remember F. J. Gall, right? And what I'm asking you to particularly focus on, is the influence his theory had on the justice system of the 19th century. Think you can do that for me?" You listened to his instructions attentively, and nodded. "Yes, I...I think I can do that. I have until 5:30, right?" He nodded his head. "90 minutes starting from the first letter you type onto the document, which you will later share with me. Remember, if you have any doubts or you can't remember some details, I'm here to help."

The first thirty minutes were easy, nimble fingers tapping away on the keyboard of your laptop as Simon graded some papers, but you soon started to feel the fatigue grow on you, slowly blinking to put the words on the screen into focus, eyes so tired you felt like your retinas were sizzling. He noticed, of course, the way your eyelids were starting to feel heavier, so he cleared his throat, startling you as your doe eyes shot an apologetic look his way, a sweet shade of pink growing onto your cherub cheeks. Another five minutes passed and you started to lose focus again, so Simon decided to take the matter into his own hands.

He slowly got up from his chair, going around his desk until he was behind you. You didn't follow his movements with your eyes, but you were highly aware of his presence looming behind you, making you swallow the lump in your throat as you kept typing your essay. "Now you're going to listen to me, y/n," his husky voice ghosted the shell of your ear, making you shiver, thighs clenching involuntarily. "I believe I'll have to resort to more...let's say, drastic measures, to keep you focused." You could hear the smirk in his voice, warm lips grazing the side of your throat, and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes back. "Just know that I'll stop if you get too distracted."

His whispered threat was enough to make you suppress a whimper, but you managed to nod your head, not trusting yourself enough to actually speak up and risking sounding like the most pathetic little thing ever. Simon let out a pleased hum, and you winced when he placed his hands on your shoulders. "Oh, poor little thing," he cooed, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Already so sensitive and I still haven't touched you."

You were pretty sure his ultimate goal was to torture the shit out of you, fingers twitching over the keyboard as you gathered all your will to keep writing your essay. Long fingers initiated a tantalising path down your chest, digits picking up the warmth of your flushed skin through the thin fabric of your blouse. "Mr. Riley-" "Hush, girl. I said no distractions." You swallowed, waiting for the inevitable as his fingers soon reached your breasts, noticing the absence of a bra to cover the supple flesh. "Oh, you naughty little thing," he growled, barely suppressing his own arousal, pressing painfully against his slacks. He mentally reminded himself that he had to take it slow, and the day he would finally bury himself deep within you would come soon, just not today. "You know, I might get jealous, thinking how many other boys have seen you like this today. But they wouldn't even know what to do with you if given the chance, trust me."

Simon cupped the underside of your breasts with his palms, bringing each thumb and forefinger to pinch your rigid nipples, making your chest cave, deprived of all oxygen. Your finger slipped onto the key, causing you to misspell a word, and a pained yelp left your lips as he gave your sensitive nubs a punitive squeeze. "Better correct it right away, love. You don't want me to stop so soon, right?" You vehemently shook your head, tipping your head back to give him a pleading, doe-eyed look. A smirk danced on his lips, fingers working the buttons of your blouse done as you resumed your work.

He kept playing with your breasts, goosebumps blooming across your flushed skiing as he alternated between feather-light and rougher touches. Then Simon ventured further down, leaving a trail of fire wherever his hands came in contact with your body, finally creeping under your skirt and between your thighs. When he brushed against your covered heat, he clicked his tongue upon feeling the drenched fabric of your panties. "So wet for me already," he spoke in a raspy voice, teeth grazing your earlobe. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at me in class? Biting on your pen, wishing it was my fat cock between those pretty lips of yours?"

Your breath stuttered when the cool air of his office hit your bare pussy, your underwear collected under his ring finger and pinky, so the other three fingers could tease you. Simon collected some of the slick between your folds with his thumb, then slid it up to your hooded clit, teasing it in slow circular motions, making you instinctively close your legs, but his free hand was quicker. "Don't you dare." He hissed in your ear, ignoring your whimpers and the twitches of your body, forcing your thighs apart with a bruising grip. "Mr. R-Riley..." you moaned softly, head lolling forward, hands trembling on the keyboard. "Focus, love. And it's Simon, by the way."

Between muffled moans and your arching back, you were somehow managing to work through the pleasure-induced fog in your brain as Simon's fingers pumped into your drenched cunt, filthy squelching sounds filing the small office as your gummy walls squeezed his digits, driving him deeper inside you. His lips were latched onto the side of your throat, a hand kneading your breast, adding heat to the knot tightening in your stomach, creating a delicious pressure at the level of your navel. "S- Simon, I'm almost-" you panted out.

"Yeah?" He hummed with a cruel grin. "Almost what? Gonna cum all over my fingers before you're done with your essay? Oh, poor thing, I'm afraid I can't let you. Duty first, right? But I gotta give it to you, I didn't think you could resist for so long." A frustrated whimper left your lips when his pace slowed down, denying your aching clit of any stimulation as he deliberately drove his fingers in and out of you, alternating some scissoring motions at most.

You were almost done anyway, so you forced yourself to make a tour de force to finish the last paragraph as fast as possible, but sometimes Simon brushed his thumb over your clit, or pinched your nipple, making you gasp for air as he chuckled at your struggles. When you typed out the final period, you couldn't even get the word "done" out of your lips before Simon's fingers resumed their merciless pace, hand leaving your breast to clamp it over your mouth to keep you quiet.

"Good girl," he purred. "See? Not that hard when you have the right motivation." You could only babble some muffled nonsense against his palm, hot tears lining your eyes, legs hanging off the armrests of the chair, arched back and eyes squeezed shut. It wasn't long before the knot snapped, the strongest orgasm you've ever had wrecking through you and making you quake, creaming and squirting all over your professor's fingers, crying out his name over and over like a prayer.

Once you rode out your high, Simon fetched the box of paper tissues from his desk, wiping his hands dry of your fluids before he gently cleaned the mess you left between your thighs. "Sorry..." you mumbled meekly, watching him clean your squirt off the leather chair and the side of his desk. "No need to apologise, love," he reassured you gently. "Besides, you needed a proper reward for your hard work, no?"

After you had fixed your clothes and checked the camera of your phone to make sure you were somewhat presentable despite your flushed cheeks, you sent him your essay before you packed everything back in your bag, collecting it from the ground and slinging the strap back over your shoulder. "I'll be on my way, then." You said, awkwardly standing next to the door as Simon sat at his desk, typing on his computer as if nothing had happened.

"Of course," he said. "I'll grade your essay and send my feedback as soon as possible. Oh, and, Miss l/n-" he turned his head to you, brown eyes holding an amused glint and a hint of desire. "Please do visit my office again if you need some more help focusing on your schoolwork."

•This is an original work of fiction, please do not copy, steal or upload to this or other platforms without credit•

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ultracreativelywritten · 6 months ago

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Descendants Headcanons

While all of the kingdoms are united, each of the smaller regions are still ruled by their respective royalty. In places like Charmington, I see it has multiple rulers that work together.

Out of all the royals, Kuzco and Snow White are taken the least seriously. They are seen how they were in their respective stories instead of how they are now, adults in their thirties.

I see Snow and her prince being divorced in the Descendants franchise. It’s not advertised, and Snow drives from her kingdom to Charmington for her reporting job. If it wasn’t for that job, she would rather not be there.

The Dwarves help run Snows kingdom. I see her turning to them after the divorce and they all have high ranking advising jobs in the kingdom.

Snow dose not hold Evie accountable for the Evil Queen’s actions, and gives her the biggest hug when Doug brings her home to meet the family. Snow sees how happy she makes Doug, and that’s all she needs to know about her to accept her.

Kuzco and Snow also have the most protected state forests in the kingdom. Snow wanted a place for all the magical animals to live without fear as the other kingdoms developed more and more while Kuzco knew that overdevelopment would destroy the beauty his kingdom. Both kingdoms have seen an influx of people who want to live simpler lives or lives that reflected what they used to do before the United States of Aurudon was created.

Kuzco was 100% against sending people to the isle. Like, some people only worked for the villains because they really needed a job. His best example would be Kronk, who is a sweet soul and could do no real evil.

For the heroes that didn’t come from royalty and then married into royalty had quite a hard time adjusting to being in a world of politics and royal courts. Most times they focus on being a voice for the people who have to deal with the fallout of their leader’s decisions.

Eugene and Aladdin are best friends when it comes to boring meetings and political parties. They like to steal each others stuff the entire time and by the end they give everything back. There are things that both have noted as off limits in their unspoken rules of the game. When the two were first starting the game Jasmine was mortified while Rapunzel was happy that Eugene is making friends.

Jay wants to play the game with Eugene and Aladdin but Evie won’t let him.

Eugene, Aladdin, and Cinderella are the most likely to take things from the hotel. Cindi will stick to things like soap or pens, but Eugene and Aladdin will take anything not nailed down that they can sneak past their wives.

Eugene has pens and paper pads on him at all time so Rapunzel can doodle whenever she wants. All of these items are off limits in the game, because they aren’t his they are his wife’s.

Rapunzel and Mal love talking about different types of art at royal events, and Rapunzel has invited Mal to Corona so they can work on a Mural together. Eugene has given Ben the wisest advice about always having art supplies on him.

For Mother’s Day, Eugene works hard on making Rapunzel duck tape and paper flower pens because he knows she would like them more than real flowers. Rapunzel refuses to throw any of them away. She stores them in a special vault. May their be mercy on any poor soul that tries to break in and try to steal any of them.

Dude is very protective of Carlos, and barks at any dogs that try to get near him. As a stray who found a loving boy, he would protect this boy to the very end. Even against things that are not a threat.

I see Rodger Radcliffe being Aurudon prep’s music teacher and brings some of the Dalmatians during midterms and finals as a way to help out kids that are stressed.

Anita Radcliffe sees how talented Evie is and would support her business as a fellow designer.

I do want to talk more about these Headcanons as well as develop some aus for this series. Feel free to ask me anything about these or the aus I want to develop.

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class1akids · 5 months ago

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Midterm Popularity Poll - Best Girls

10 female characters ranked in the Midterm Top 40

(1 in Top 10 (10%), 3 in Top 20 (15%), 7 in Top 30 (28%), 10 in Top 40 (25%)

Uraraka (10)

Toga (13)

Jirou (19)

Mirko (22)

Momo (23)

Tsuyu (25)

Nejire (27)

Mina (33)

Nagant (34)

Eri (38)

There are also 7 female characters who didn't make overall Top 40, but ranked in some regions:

11. Mei (ranked 5/8 regions) 12. Midnight (3 regions) 13. Hagakure (3 regions) 14. Mt Lady (3 regions) 15. Kendo (1 region) 16. Nana (1 region) 17. Star (1 region)

No ranking for prominent characters like La Brava, pro heroes like the Pussycats, family members like Inko or Fuyumi, Class B girls except Kendo.

In the Top 40, we have:

5/6 Class A girls (only Hagakure didn't rank) Toga and Nagant as villains Mirko as the only female pro-hero Nejire as "other student" Eri as civilian

In the regional ranks we have:

Hatsume as "other student"

Hagakure as the remaining Class A

Kendo as the only Class B girl to rank somewhere

Midnight, Mt Lady, Star, Nana as pro heroes

Class A ranking

Villain Ranking

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mariacallous · 6 months ago

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The nomination of Vice President Kamala Harris as the Democratic presidential candidate has shaken up the race in ways that have yet to fully play out. However, given the fact that she could become the first woman U.S. president, it is surely worthwhile to consider the role of the women’s vote in November’s election.

One need only look back to the 2022 midterm election, where the women’s vote was arguably instrumental in rebuffing a predicted “red wave,” leading Democrats to exceed electoral expectations. That election occurred less than five months after the Supreme Court’s Dobbs decision that overturned Roe v. Wade, allowing states to greatly restrict access to abortion. This led to a greater-than-expected Democratic vote among women, especially young women, for House of Representatives and other state candidates.

Now, just weeks after most polls had President Joe Biden trailing his Republican rival Donald Trump, the emergence of Vice President Harris as the Democratic candidate has already injected enthusiasm among many Democrats, especially women. As my Brookings colleague Elaine Kamarck has argued, women’s health, abortion, and reproductive freedom—issues Harris has championed—will once again be leading issues for this election. Harris has also voiced support for issues important to women including paid parental leave, child care, and the economy, as well as other policies that have the support of many younger and minority women. Indeed, the broader support of women’s groups for Harris’s candidacy has already been evident in funding and outreach.

With Harris’s nomination, will new enthusiasm and a voting surge among women be enough to power her to victory in November? To address this question, this analysis first reviews the role of women’s votes in recent presidential elections and which women’s demographic groups were most favorable to Democratic candidates. It next shows how gender differences in voter turnout have provided women with a numerical electoral advantage over men. The analysis proceeds to look at changes in the demographic make-up of women voters, from 2012 through the present, showing the rise of Democratic-favorable groups within their ranks. It concludes with a voter simulation of 2024 election results showing what recent polls imply, if we assume that the new enthusiasm for Harris translates into higher voter turnout and increased Democratic support among women, both dynamics that could help increase her chances for victory in November.

Women have a history of backing Democratic candidates in presidential elections

Examining gender differences in presidential voting preferences shows that women have voted for Democrats over Republicans in every presidential election since 1984.1

This is evident for recent elections, as seen in Figure 1, which shows the D-R (Democratic minus Republican) vote margins by gender for presidential elections between 2000 and 2020. In each case, the D-R margins are positive for women and generally (though not always) negative for men, and women voted more strongly Democratic than men, regardless of whether a Democrat or Republican ultimately won the presidency.

Election year 2020 showed sharp gender disparities for the seven battleground states, displayed in Figure 2. In each of these states, only one of which (North Carolina) Trump carried, women registered positive D-R margins compared with negative margins for men. The widest gender disparities were in the three “blue wall” states of Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Michigan, as well the southern state of Georgia.

Gender differences also pervaded demographic groups in the 2020 presidential election (see figure 3), as was the case in earlier elections. D-R margins are higher for women than for men in groups where women voted strongly Democratic: Black voters, Hispanic voters, and voters aged 18 to 29. Even for non-college white women voters—who favored Republicans—the negative D-R margins are not as large as those of men. Only among Asian American voters were men’s D-R margins higher than women’s.

Women’s turnout rates are higher

Perhaps even more important than partisan preferences, turnout rates—the share of eligible voters who vote—will help dictate women’s influence in the coming election. Turnout rates for women have exceeded those for men in presidential elections dating back to 1980. Figure 4 depicts gender differences in turnout for presidential elections since 2000. The 2020 election showed the highest overall turnout rates in decades. Because of their higher turnout rates, and the fact that women live longer than men, the 2020 election had 9.7 million more female than male voters.

Largely because of their higher turnout rates, women comprised more than half of all voters (53%) in 2020. Yet their shares vary across demographic groups (see Figure 5). Women comprised 58% of all Black voters, 55% of Asian voters and 54% of Hispanic voters. Fifty-four percent (54%) of voters aged 65 and older were also women. And among white non-college graduate voters, a group that tends to vote Republican, women still comprised a majority (52%).

The female electorate is becoming more diverse and highly educated

As the size of the female electorate increases, its demographic makeup is changing. Figure 6 shows the shifts in the profile of eligible women voters between 2012 and 2024 by race and education. Notably, there are gains in women’s groups that tend to vote Democratic—white college graduates and people of color—and a decline in the women’s group that tends to vote Republican—white non-college graduates. For the first time in a presidential election, the latter group will make up less than 40% of the women’s electorate.

The seven battleground states, shown in Figure 7, also display similar shifts in the demographic profiles of their female electorates. In each, there is a decline in the share of white non-college graduate women, and an increase in the share of women of color. This is occurring in the “whiter” states of Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Michigan, as well as the more diverse states of Arizona, Nevada, Georgia, and North Carolina. In Nevada, for example, the share of women who identify as white non-college graduates declined from 48% in 2012 to 35% in 2024, while at the same time the share of women who identify as Black, Hispanic, Asian or other nonwhite races rose from 36% in 2012 to 47% in 2024. Thus, with respect to demographic attributes, the female electorates in each state have become more Democratic-leaning in their voter profiles.

Simulating the 2024 election after Harris announcement

Polls taken both before and after the shift from Biden to Harris as the likely Democratic nominee offer crude indications of what the 2024 election might hold. Three polls of likely voters conducted by the New York Times/Siena College on June 26, July 3, and July 25—after Biden bowed out of the race and endorsed Harris—reveal the changes that took place in men’s and women’s D-R voting margins (see Figure 8).

The D-R margins for women–at 14% for Harris vs. Trump on July 25, were especially high, though countered by a still-high negative D-R margin of 17% for men.

Still, the high women’s D-R margin favoring Harris greatly reduced the overall D-R margin compared with the earlier two Biden vs. Trump margins shown in Table 1. That is, in the two polls taken while Biden was still the assumed Democratic nominee, the negative D-R margins of -4% and -6% (44% Biden vs. 48% Trump on June 26; and 43% Biden vs. 49% Trump on July 3) strongly favored Trump. Yet, the July 25 poll for Harris vs. Trump reduced the D-R margin to just -0.6% (47.5 for Harris vs. 48.1 for Trump) when we applied this to a simulation model discussed below.

Of course, the July 25 poll was taken just after Biden withdrew and endorsed Harris as the likely Democratic nominee. Clearly, Harris’s campaign had not yet fully begun and the immediate support from many women’s groups suggests that both female turnout and voting preference could increase on Harris’s behalf in the weeks and months ahead. To estimate these likely effects, we conducted simulations of national D-R margins—a base simulation—and two additional simulations based on assumptions of greater women’s turnout and a stronger voter preference for Harris (see Table 1).

All three simulations begin with the 2024 national female and male eligible voter populations reported in the Census Bureau’s monthly Current Population Survey. The “base” simulation applies the 2020 election female and male voter turnout rates, presented above, and the Harris vs. Trump voter margins from the July 25 poll shown in Figure 8. The second simulation alters the base simulation by increasing women’s turnout rate by 10%, from 68.4% to 75.2%, larger than the 5.1% rise in female turnout which occurred between 2016 and 2020. The third simulation alters the second simulation by also increasing the female D-R voting margin by 5 percentage points.

The results in Table 1 show that while the base simulation yields a small Trump advantage, a 10% rise in women’s turnout would bring a small Harris advantage. Moreover, both increasing women’s turnout by 10% and the women’s D-R vote advantage by 5 percentage points would yield a clear Harris win (49.2% Harris vs. 46.3% Trump). These assumptions, reflecting a rise in women’s enthusiasm for Harris between now and Election Day, could put a popular vote win for her well within reach. It is also possible that the strong Trump voter preference for men, reported in the New York Times/Siena College poll, could shift as more male voters become familiar with her campaign.

The impact of an energized women’s voting base

The simulations conducted here make plain that rising women’s enthusiasm for Kamala Harris’s candidacy could lead to consequential shifts in the 2024 election through increases in voter turnout and voter preference. This is especially notable given the recent history of women’s support of Democratic candidates in national and congressional elections. Beyond looking at polls alone, simulations such as these show how taking into account the eligible voter base and rising voter turnout rates can affect election results.

These simulations should not be viewed as predictions; much will depend on how well Harris can continue to energize an already favorable female voter base. It also depends on her performance in crucial battleground states, which will determine how she fares in the Electoral College. What these simulations do show is how an enthusiastic voting bloc, when translated into voter turnout and voting preferences, could impact the final election result this coming November.

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Izuku:

- Earned his quirk by showing his heroic side and training extremely hard for 10 months. You can say he was “in the right place at the right time” but it was how he reacted that caught All Night’s attention.

- Had to earn the trust and respect of everyone he meets. Everyone he’s met underestimates him and most don’t even like him at first.

- Only has himself to defend himself and hardly even gets to do so.

- Had to figure out how to use the basics of his quirk on his own cause no one had any good advice for him.

- Break numerous bones and being lectured numerous times despite doing the right thing.

- Had to grow as a person to become a leader.

- Has suffered numerous losses and his victories usually involve him being extremely injured at the end.

- Has a canonically logical explanation as to why his quirk is evolving.

- Has some plot armor, but he’s the MC so it’s to be expected and it doesn’t protect him that much to begin with.

- Is shown to be intelligent but is only the 4th highest ranking student in the midterms.

Katsuki:

- Won the genetic lottery in terms of his quirk

- Is somehow an ace fighter despite only beating up weaker people and having no combat training.

- Everyone loves him immediately, and if they don’t, they’re portrayed to be ignorant and dumb.

- Has Eraserhead batting for him every second and never has to explain/justify his actions.

- Is rewarded for accomplishing the bare minimum and sometimes for even ignoring orders/protocols.

- Is already a naturally born leader despite not having any social skills.

- Only has two losses and they’re both from the Big Bad.

- Has no logical explanation for his quirk evolution.

- Has plot armor up the wazoo and has cheated death twice.

- Scores 3rd in the midterms despite not showing nearly as much intellect as Izuku.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #mha critical #anti bakugou katsuki #bnha critical

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Hiiii erm. I don’t know if this counts as something you’d wanna talk abt but as someone climbing the ranks to “#1 Janine Liker” I need to ask what ur thoughts are on her dynamic with the busters.,, any hcs or just thoughts if you have them! (Also I think ur pretty cool! Keep on keeping on pal!!)

JANINE MELNITZ MY LOVE!!!!! Super fun ask, had to wait till the end of my midterm season to respond properly 💪

So!! I absolutely consider her a part of the family. Ghostbusters are incomplete without her, she’s not just a secretary or a friend - she’s family. Can’t exclude her. When it comes to dynamics, let’s see.

Egon: hot take but I actually really like them as a romantic couple, they are T4T sapphics in my mind 🫶 however, they would never be the stereotypical “dates, kissing, parents, marriage, kids” couple, that’d be a terrible mischaracterisation. Their dynamic is about their mutual bond, care and love for each other rather than all the conventional relationship stuff. They know they love one another and are always there if the other needs help - and that’s what matters.

So basically they are in love, but more in an qpr way (or maybe I’m just aroace and I write all relationships like this lol)

Ray: best buddies! There aren’t super many moments with them interacting 1 on 1 in the show, but from the ones we see it’s obvious that they care a lot for each other while being close enough to sometimes be more strict than you’d be with your colleagues. When it comes to headcanons I imagine Janine would get a motorbike later in life (and I mean like way later, in her 50-60s) and Ray would teach her basic machinery to look after it. Additionally, I imagine they could cook together for the whole team and would enjoy decorating the Firehouse for holidays.

Peter: best friends, bffs, that type that are ready to choke each other at times and constantly poke fun at one another, while simultaneously caring a lot and loving each other to bits. That’s just how they are in canon, I don’t even need to add anything. Just gonna say that I love how they wrote the “always looking for a gf” male character and a female character’s dynamic to be completely non-romantic and not weird. Especially in the 80’s. I adore them ❤️

Winston: the level-headed gang. I imagine they’d be the ones always rolling their eyes fondly at the others’ antics bc they just get too crazy with it sometimes. They both love reading and I can see them chatting about books or solving crosswords together.

So yeah, I really really love them & Janine is definitely a very important part of the group dynamic!! Janine Melnitz, you are loved!!!

#the real ghostbusters #rgb #ghostbusters #janine melnitz #egon spengler #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #‘how can egon be sapphic’ he is transmasc agender thank you very much #and janine is a trans lesbian #anyway!!#really really cool ask thank you so much for this #and ty for nice words too 🫶 means a ton #I LOVE JANINE MELNITZ RAHH

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KINDRED — 31

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

smau + written (2.0k words)

❥･• episode 31 — the name above me

tw! y/n’s mom

The two-week break flies by rather quickly, and you find yourself back in your school uniform on a Monday morning, realising that nothing has really changed. You had already half-convinced yourself that post-midterm would be different for you, you had hoped for clarity regarding your plans after high school. Alas, uncertainty clings to you like an unwelcome companion.

Walking onto campus, you encounter a throng of students gathered in front of the ranking boards. Right, your results are released today.

Oddly, though, the weight of your grades hasn't been preoccupying your thoughts these past two weeks like it would in the past, marking the first time in your life that you haven't been consumed by overthinking your grades or endlessly reviewing test questions, as if every time you did it you didn’t get the same exact answer.

No, you actually enjoyed your break. You allowed yourself to breathe, to embrace the carefree spirit of a high school teenager.

You went café hopping with Bora and Jungwon again, only this time you ensured a mango juice mishap did not befall you. The girls, including yourself, enjoyed a truly relaxing girls' day where everyone dressed up just for the joy of it. Then there was that unforgettable excursion to the amusement park; you rode the Ferris wheel for the first time as it had been a long-standing prohibition from your mother. Though fairly insignificant, you record as it as a ‘win’ in your books.

Before you knew it, your final term at Decelis Academy had already begun. The documentary is in its concluding stages, with tasks remaining on the itinerary, including capturing your and Jungwon's reactions to your grades, the student council's senior farewell party, Jungwon's upcoming competition, and then the final confessional.

Arriving on campus, you initially worry about being way too early but lucky for you, the camera crew had arrived hours in advance and established their vantage point on the left side of the ranking boards—the higher-scoring side. Despite their meticulous preparation, you inadvertently squeeze yourself into a group of students gathered in the middle, unintentionally defying their plans for the perfect front-row view of your reaction from every angle.

Your eyes scan the list.

74 ***

75 ***

76 ***

77 Yang Jungwon

Found it.

You let your fingers glide over the paper, seeking out his Mathematics scores. 105 out of 150. Relief floods through you, a broad smile gracing your face at his passing grade. Not just barely but with a decent score, just enough to pull him up to a C, securing his spot in the competition just 15 days from now. You’re smiling so wide, the joy evident without even knowing how you did for your own papers.

And as if you were sharing the same brain cell, you find Jungwon standing at the front of the board, his expression tense as he gazes at a name at the top. Concern brushes your thoughts, but you manage to conceal it from the cameras as you cheerfully call out, "Wonnie! You passed your Math paper, you’re going to compete in the Asian Championships!"

"I-I’m so sorry, Y/N," he stammers, a heavy silence lingering between you. Reluctantly, you follow his gaze, and there it is.

1 Lee Haerin

2 Park Y/N.

Your name, usually perched at the top, now finding itself below another.

You know Lee Haerin, she’s a familiar face from the book club, and you know this having seen her in the library more times than you could count. And you were there almost every day. You also recognise her name as someone who was consistently ranking below you, but how the tables have turned.

You don’t loathe her; surely, it isn’t her fault that your English Literature scores fell short, causing you to drop in overall rankings. Besides, it's only mid-terms, and you still have your preliminary exams to pull your grades up before the CSAT… Right?

You sense someone settling down beside you on the ledge you've chosen to occupy on the roof. You had chosen to forgo lunch, knowing you can barely keep anything down your throat at the moment. Shifting your gaze from the clusters of shops just outside the school gates, where the popular takoyaki stand beckons memories of post-school visits with your friends, you turn your attention to the person you had already half-expected to be Jungwon.

“You should eat something, even if just a little.” Jungwon places a piece of custard bread, banana milk, and a packet of your favourite gummies on your lap, almost pleading with you to eat.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Not when you look like as if the world is ending tomorrow.” Jungwon jokes, only to cough awkwardly when he realises you didn’t respond to his jokes, even with an eye-roll like you usually would.

“It might as well be. I just know my mother is going to KILL me.” You make sure to emphasise the word ‘kill.’ Because you aren’t wrong; if the world isn’t going to kill you tomorrow, your birth-giver will.

Unbeknownst to you, tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. Witnessing you in such a vulnerable state tugs at Jungwon's heart; the girl he likes is breaking down in front of him and he doesn’t even know what to do. As he battles his inner thoughts, contemplating the best way to console you, he senses you clutching onto the sleeves of his uniform blazer. Pouting and fighting back tears, you say, “I’m going to be okay, right?”

“Yes, crybaby, everything is going to be okay.” You feel him begin to gently stroke your hair down to your neck, rubbing circles into the back of your ears as he makes another crybaby joke in an attempt to cheer you up.

“I’m not a crybaby,” you manage to say between hiccups and sobs, prompting Jungwon to emit a small snicker. The irony strikes you—a few weeks ago, you were in Jay’s garden comforting Jungwon as he held back tears, and now he's here comforting you in your most vulnerable state. The situation doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungwon, as he also recognises the irony of it, judging by the bittersweet way he smiles.

“Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything.” Jungwon holds your cheek and tilts your head to face him, his thumbs swiping away fresh tears staining your cheeks.

“I don’t know… the one thing I’m good at, and I just flunked it-“

“Shh! Believe in yourself because if you don't, then who will? Life’s beautiful, and there's so much more to it than numbers on a piece of paper, Y/N. I hope you see that.”

In that moment, you realise you never really did look at your scores for the papers. Then you realise it wasn’t the scores that had you feeling worthless. Thinking back, you had already forgone looking at your scores a long time ago, as long as you stayed in that number one spot, as long as you didn’t disappoint your mother. You wanted to satisfy her, try to get her to praise you, but as your heartless mother has once said: “Why would I praise something that is supposed to be a given?”

You've spent your entire life routinely studying, evolving yourself into the machine your mother probably wished she had instead of a breathing human child—you.

In the echo of your academic routine, the fear of losing her approval looms larger than the tangible rankings you've held. The relentless pursuit of excellence, though driven by an inner desire for acknowledgment, is entangled in the web of your mother's expectations. So, what scares you isn’t the fact you no longer retained the number one spot; what scares you is disappointing the one person you craved validation from. What were you expecting? Because when the given is taken away from you, will she praise you then?

No. She’ll criticise you, blame your father, blame the documentary, and undoubtedly, she’ll gun after Jungwon. Because nothing is ever really her fault, and you knew sometime along the way that nothing will ever satisfy her, but you still try anyway. You try because you don’t know what else to do other than sticking to the status quo. Until, at least, the documentary featuring Jungwon happened.

What was initially supposed to be a pawn in your masterful plan to build your portfolio for University becomes the very documentary that breaks you out of your shell, as the looming prospect of your mother’s disapproval, like an oppressive cloud, pushes you to strive for success, even when you know it may never be enough for her.

“Eat.” You come back to your senses to find Jungwon has opened the packet of bread and shoved it into your mouth. He then watches you bite into it before he lets go to open the bottle of banana milk, handing them to you between bites of the bread.

Again, Jungwon with his overly friendly gestures that graze the delicate line between friends and something more than that. Jungwon, who once again, manages to empty your mind by babying you and treating you like a princess who needs rescuing.

“You’re confusing me.” The words fly out of your mouth before you even get the chance to rethink

“Doesn’t mean I’m feeding you like a baby that you are actually one.” He teases, and you watch him as he takes a sip out of the banana milk, from the same straw you used. Pushing away the thought that you’ve just indirectly kissed him, you're just glad he didn’t catch onto the intention behind your statement.

“I feel bad that you’re here comforting me, when you should be celebrating having passed a certain Math paper after all that hard work.”

“It was your hard work as much as it was mine, Y/N.” Jungwon takes his thumb, wiping at the corner of your lips where custard from the bread had oozed out and stayed. He then brings it up to his own lips, eating it off his finger. You just indirectly kissed him, again.

Your heartbeat quickens, a symphony of excitement drowning out any lingering worries about exams or your mother. Your mind is a canvas painted with thoughts of Jungwon and his unexpected gestures that got you contemplating the possibility of him being interested in you. Surely, Yang Jungwon isn’t known for being a romantic guy, but once again, you're proven wrong; he is that guy.

This certainty solidifies as he opens the packet of gummies, deliberately picking out the red-coloured ones first, knowing that you ate them in the colour of the rainbow; a subtle detail that shows he pays attention to your preferences.

At first, they were really subtle gestures that made you realise how horribly you have misjudged him. Then came the heartfelt actions, revealing a caring side that made you question if he had always been this way. The tipping point was realising these gestures were exclusively reserved for you, unveiling sides of Jungwon that remained hidden from everyone else. While others perceived him as mundane, cold, and mysterious, you alone saw a different Yang Jungwon.

And when you see the scoreboard, someone else’s name above yours for the very first time, it shocks you to the core that you, in fact, did not care. That the first thing you sought was Jungwon’s rankings on the board, eager to know if your efforts in tutoring him paid off, if he can participate in the competition that has become crucial to him and, by extension, vital to you.

For the first time, someone else's grades mattered more than your own. This epiphany stretches beyond academic priorities, signifying that Jungwon holds a place in your life beyond the confines of friendship; that he is more than just a friend that you make him out to be.

You like him, more than you let yourself on.

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