#most of the council will absolutely bully him for this

[dark-dragon-8]

Do you guys ever think about eighteen years old Sam, going to his first university pool party, having fun, drinking booze. While everyone else just stares at him as he takes off his shirt, only to reveal a myriad of scars across his skin.

Imagine, you're in some club/committee/Student Council and want to throw a party to accept the new freshman year students to the school. So you get permission to use the pool for a welcome party and everything's great, everyone is having fun.

But then, that one guy takes off his shirt (and the situation is actually a whole lot worse because there were a ton of girls checking him out because he was ripped) and his body is just 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 in scars. And it's not like those scars that almost everyone has, like a biking scar or maybe one you get from a knife when you cut your food and aren't being careful.

No, these scars are 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥 and more importantly 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩, one of them looks like it hasn't been too long since it's finally healed, kind of fresh.

He has a gunshot wound in his shoulder (run in with law enforcement before he left).

His chest and back are 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 with knife slashes and, if you look close enough, you could see a stab scar on his lower waist and another one on his collarbone near his neck.

His arms have those scratchings on them that honestly look way too deep to be human.

And just when you don't think it can get any worse, someone asks him why he isn't getting into the water (he already took off his shirt, why not take a dip) while he's a little tipsy, and his answer is "Because something (which most people hear as 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾) might grab my leg and try to drown me"

Everyone leave that party feeling absolutely horrified about this kid's past and vow to never inflict any harm on him and protect him from bullies for as long as they can.

Sam doesn't remember that day, however he is pleasantly surprised when everyone at school is extra nice to him and buys him extra food whenever he can't afford it (because he's broke asf).

I might actually use this for my fic (only in my fic, Dean comes to Stanford with Sam, so people might think that he's abusing him in some way, shape or form, so that'll be an interesting plot device, at least until Brady, or someone else, asks him if he's okay and he tells them how Dean helped him get away from his father, and people interpret that however the fuck they want because he doesn't care because he's a troll raised hunter raised liar).

[sleepyminty]

Pov: you’re yi

[niningtori]

mad about you | oneshot

pairing: choi beomgyu x you, delusions of kang taehyun x you

summary: beomgyu is not only a spoiled, rich asshole whose whole life has been served to him on a silver platter, but he's also your student council vice president. things finally come to a head on your final trip as college students, but not in the way you would expect. or, beomgyu catches you, the student council president, smoking weed and tries to blackmail you for it

genre: romance, angst (only a tiny bit...? shocking i know), fluff (kinda...? shocking i know), SMUT (MDNI!!!), sub!idol, beomgyu enemies to lovers

warnings: bad writing, not proofread at all, smut (MDNI!!!), sub!gyu LMAOOOO, marijuana, dirty talk, praise, handjobs, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, lmk if i missed anything!

word count: 7.1k

notes: please... this took MONTHS for me to write i fear i am the worst request taker on moablr. this was really difficult for me to complete but alas... it is done. if you hate it, my fault! just please don't bully me i've got enough shit going on in my life rn 💀 i hate it too but that's okay!

being a straight-a student is hard. being the student government president? even harder. being both? hell on earth. but now, in your senior year of college, you’ve finally managed to get it down to a science. things run relatively smoothly, which is due in no small part to the blood, sweat, and tears you’ve put in to make the student body happy, never mind the lengths you've gone to for the faculty. you can confidently say you can cope with nearly every trial and tribulation that comes your way with a smile on your face. well, except for one recurring disaster: beomgyu.

at first, he was nothing more to you than a pest buzzing around for no real purpose other than to mildly annoy you. it was strange because he seemed normal at first, but then he would pick on your looks, every time you made a mistake in class, and even how you happened to wear your hair that day. this was annoying and, well, hurtful. still, it was of no real consequence, so you were able to ignore him when that was the case, but now you know better than to underestimate just how disastrous beomgyu’s presence can be. as the student government vice president, he should be your first and most trusted ally, but he’s nothing short of, for lack of a better term, a major asshole deadset on making your life even more difficult than it already is for reasons unknown to you.

you think it may be because you would have probably beaten him for the actual president’s chair, which led him to run for vice president, instead. you don’t know why he minds this, though, because he couldn’t seem to care less about the council, not to mention school in general. it’s not that he gets bad grades, because he doesn’t. in fact, when he gets called on in class, he always gets the answer right even when he clearly wasn’t paying any attention. still, you work twice as hard as anyone else and yet your grades are only rivaled by his own. even taehyun, your (probably unrequited) crush, can’t help but be beaten by beomgyu as if the hand of god itself smacks down on everyone else every time you all take a test. 

getting good grades should be an admirable thing, right? it helps with potential internships and jobs and all that, but the thing is: beomgyu doesn't need any of it. even if he fails all of his classes, he's set for life as the son of a formidable CEO of a company whose profits are more than you could ever dream of attaining. there is absolutely no doubt that beomgyu will succeed him, and there is even less doubt that he'll undeniably be very, very good at it. what’s worse is that even if he failed to meet expectations, he’d still get the position, anyway. 

that, in comparison with your family’s laughable financial circumstances, would be enough to make you secretly hate the boy just on principle; but jealousy is ugly, no doubt, so you’ve kept your feelings to yourself. you would have fallen into a pit of self-loathing and guilt had beomgyu actually been kind, and you may have even grown to like him if that were the case, but no. beomgyu is not kind. he’s a total prick. you see it in his smug little smile when the test papers get handed back and he annihilates everyone — other than you — in class, especially taehyun. you see it in the smirks he sends you when you catch him making out with whoever his new girlfriend of the week happens to be, and in the way he openly mocks you by calling you a prude in front of the entire student population. and most importantly, you see it in the way he watches you struggle to stay afloat while he cruises on by without a care in the world.

-

honestly? beomgyu knows better than to bully the girl he has a crush on just because he wants her attention, but who told you to make it so damn hard on him? it’s not like he didn’t consider being nice at first, but your aloofness to his charms only caused him to believe that he was nearly invisible to you, and he simply wouldn't stand for that. naturally, the best course of action was to get you to hate him — at least that means you’re actually paying attention to him. that’s what he tells himself as he’s sticking one of his spindly legs out as you walk past him, effectively tripping you in the process and making the entire class erupt into laughter. your nostrils flare as your head whips up to meet his condescending gaze. once again, your eyes are completely on him. check and mate.

that's what it feels like, at least, until you’re hurriedly pulled up by a concerned taehyun and he’s frantically asking if you’re alright while fixing up your (now) fucked up hair. your eyes, which were just brimming with anger and contempt for him, are now overflowing with lovesickness and infatuation for the other boy. well, never mind about the whole “checkmate” thing, it’s like beomgyu doesn’t even exist in the same world as you anymore.

-

“you need to relax,” taehyun says, gently closing the notebook in front of you and sliding over a few of your favorite snacks. 

“th-thank you, tyun,” you reply, shyly. he grins when he sees he’s succeeded in distracting you.

“no problem, we wouldn’t want that pretty little head of yours to break from thinking too much, now would we?” he teases. you feel heat rushing to your cheeks at his words. he doesn’t really mean them, he never does, but that doesn’t stop your heart from racing when he says things like this to you. 

having a crush on taehyun is only natural. that’s what you tell yourself, but the way you have a shrine dedicated to notes he’s passed you and polaroids you’ve taken together sitting prettily in your room is most definitely unnatural. he doesn’t need to know about that, though.

“my head’s not going to break,” you huff with a playful roll of your eyes. “i just need to finish outlining the major stops on the trip and i’ll be done, i promise.” 

it’s true that all you have to do is outline where you’re going to stop on the council’s senior trip, which doesn’t sound like a big deal in theory, but in actuality, you have to clear each stop with the faculty and make sure you stay within the budget in spite of beomgyu’s insufferable attempts to exceed it. he’s made light of the finances and talked up special events to the rest of the council members, even taehyun. you tried to snuff out these suggestions with realistic arguments about how expensive it will be, but his response was to call you a killjoy. simple and straightforward, but effective, nonetheless. everyone, even taehyun, was so excited to try everything he hyped up, so how could you say no when taehyun turned to you, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and practically begged you to relent? you, unfortunately, didn’t and don’t have the heart to deny him, so you caved, and now you’re stuck trying to figure it all out. 

“you promise?” taehyun asks, snapping you out of your spiral, with his cute cat-like fangs showing ever so slightly.

“i promise,” you nod and he cheers triumphantly. again, you can’t help but feel your cheeks warm, and you’d bask in the moment if your gaze didn’t happen to catch beomgyu’s scrutinizing one at this very moment. he looks at you like he’s watching a monkey putting on a show, and your happiness is instantly replaced with a sense of embarrassment. you’ve never told a single soul about your feelings for taehyun, but eerily enough, beomgyu seems to know something the rest of the world does not. he seems well aware of your deepest secret. why he doesn’t just expose you in order to humiliate you, you have no idea, but you do know you don't like how much he knows.

-

you really, really shouldn’t be doing this. and certainly not here, of all places, but you just can’t help it. smoking weed is terrible for you, and you of all people should know, seeing as how you led a presentation on its ill effects in front of the entire student body in your freshman year. but it’s hard to truly care when you’re wound so tightly you feel like you’re about to burst. 

beomgyu is getting his way again, as always, and you’re worried about having to make yet another last minute change to your trip’s itinerary for tomorrow because he called today’s stop boring, which led to the rest of the council silently agreeing. so here you sit on the top of the hotel building as the rest of the group are out sightseeing, taking a long, lung-scorching drag from the blunt in between your fingers. 

“didn’t take you for the smoking type, madame president,” a voice cuts in from out of nowhere. beomgyu. fuck. 

you try to keep your cool, but you end up choking on the smoke as you hurriedly go to flick the blunt away, but beomgyu’s hand grabs your wrist before you can quite make it there. his touch feels like a brand searing itself into your skin, but you’re too overstimulated to notice. 

“i didn’t tell you you had to stop,” he muses condescendingly as you rip your wrist away from his grasp. he winces. you don't catch it. instead, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the presumption that he has the power to tell you to do anything.

“i’m not one of your little minions,” you snap in spite of yourself. “quit acting like you can boss me around.” 

“is that so?” he questions, not without an air of smugness. alarm bells blare in your ears as you try to sniff out where his confidence is coming from. sure, he caught you smoking, but it’s your word against his. that’s right, there’s no need to be scared. if he says anything at all, you can just feign innocence and say you were the one who caught him sneaking out to smoke.

“yep,” you answer with a grin at your new plan, popping the “p” with the same obnoxiousness he usually terrorizes you with. you’re no match for him in terms of popularity, but you will never lose to him when it comes to credibility.

“you’re not afraid that i’ll snitch on you? you’re not scared of me telling everyone how little-miss-perfect spends her alone time?” 

“you can try,” you reply with a shrug. he’s silent for a few moments, as if he’s in deep thought. 

“you know what? you’re right,” he concedes with a sigh, and shockingly so. the beomgyu you know and loathe would never give up that easily. “you don’t have to listen to what i say. nobody would believe me over you, right?” 

you eye him suspiciously before giving a slight nod.

“and most times, you would be absolutely right. like, just imagine if i told them you faked being sick and flaking on everyone else just so you could get high. nobody would believe me. i wouldn’t even believe me,” he continues. you have no idea why he’s going on and on about this, but you don’t like it. 

“what the hell are you playing at?” you ask through clenched teeth. 

“i mean, i’m just saying that nobody would believe me. not unless i showed them something like, i don’t know, this?” he says with a grin, holding up his phone and showing you an alarmingly high resolution photo of you taking a hit of your blunt. your eyes widen in sheer horror and you immediately jump to try to retrieve his phone from his hands, but beomgyu is quicker. he tauntingly holds it up in the air with one arm and stops you from coming any closer with the other. you try to jump to reach it, but you’re no match for his stature and long limbs. damn him for being so fucking tall.

“delete it!” you shriek, but all he does is click his tongue and shake his head like the insufferable asshole he is. 

“oh, sure,” he says nonchalantly. your eyes widen even further as he lowers his phone and fiddles with the screen, still keeping you at arm’s length so you’re helpless to grab it for yourself.

“r-really?” you ask incredulously, sincerely taken aback by his compliance. stupid, stupid you. he tuts in response.

“you don’t really think i’ll make it that easy, do you?”

“fine,” you relent, jaw tense and eyebrows furrowed in an almost comically exaggerated way. “what the hell do you want from me?”

“nothing much, just lemme smoke with you,” he answers with a lopsided grin, showcasing a dimple in his cheek you had never noticed until now.

“w-what?” you ask dazedly. 

“god, you’re slow,” he tells you with a roll of his eyes. “smoke with me and i’ll delete the picture. i won’t even mention it again.” 

“are you being serious?” you whisper. 

“dead serious,” he smirks. 

“... fine,” you find yourself relenting, yet again. you don’t know if you necessarily trust him to actually follow through with his words, but what choice do you have? why he wants to smoke with you, you have no idea, but if it gets him to keep his mouth shut, then you really can’t ask for much more than that.

you sigh and take a seat, walking over near the entrance of the rooftop and propping yourself up against the concrete wall behind you. surprisingly, he stays planted in the same spot as if he didn’t hear you. you pat the ground next to you impatiently in light of his hesitation. he snaps out of his daze as he sits next to you so tentatively it’s like you’re a stray cat he’s afraid to scare off. well, good. it’s best for him not to get too comfortable around you. you hate the guy, after all.

you take another deep inhale and he watches you with a gaze that can only be described as lovesick, but you’re too preoccupied to pick up on it. when you exhale, you find yourself starting to pass the blunt over to beomgyu before thinking better of it. 

“wait,” you say, pulling your hand back before he can grip the blunt. 

“what?” he asks, genuinely confused.

“am i gonna catch something from you if we share this?” 

“oh, fuck you,” he grunts, effectively snatching the blunt back and putting it to his lips.

“it’s a real question! i’ve seen the girls you mess around with, and i’m not trying to catch anything from you!” 

“i’m careful,” he argues with a roll of his eyes. “a lot more careful than you think.” you pout at his reaction, but for some reason, you believe his words. 

“if i catch anything, it's on you,” you reply, hackles still raised. shockingly, he doesn't press the matter any more than that. 

“... so,” he says after exhaling a deep drag. 

“so what?” you ask. 

“so why are you out here smoking instead of going out with everyone else?”

“do you seriously think you have the right to ask me that?” you scoff. there’s no way in hell beomgyu is trying to get you to be vulnerable right now.

on beomgyu’s end, he can’t help but feel slighted, even though your reaction is definitely his fault on account of how he essentially antagonizes you at every given opportunity. 

“i’m just saying that it’s weird how you’re here instead of, you know, actually enjoying the trip.” 

“oh, please. as if there was gonna be any possible way for me to have fun on this fucking thing,” you bitterly reply. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he asks without any malice, but with genuine curiosity.

truly, honestly, sincerely, you do not know why you say your next words. maybe it’s because you’re high, or maybe it’s because you need to tell someone — anyone — how you really feel, for once. all you really know is: you can’t stop yourself.

“i mean, how could i possibly enjoy myself when i’m left to figure everything out on my own? everyone only cares about having fun with no actual idea how we’ll do it while realistically staying within the budget and our timeline, and my vice president is deadweight, so it’s not like he’ll help,” you complain, taking a jab at beomgyu in light of your waning self control. you’re prepared to verbally spar with him after that last comment, but he surprises you.

“is that how you really feel?” he asks.

“yeah, it is,” you tell him. “that’s how i always feel,” you can’t help but add, more to yourself and less to him, but he hears you, anyway. 

“i’m sorry.” you whip your head around to make sure you’re not having some sort of auditory hallucination. did beomgyu just apologize to you? it can’t be. there’s no earthly way.

“i’m sorry. i really am,” he repeats. your whole world feels like it’s thrown off of its axis when you see how somber and genuinely apologetic he looks. 

“it’s… it’s fine,” is all you can really muster up the words to say. 

“no, it’s not. i’ll help you as much as i can, i swear,” he earnestly insists. you nod in bewilderment at his earnestness — feeling too awkward to do much else.

things are quiet for the next few minutes while you two are passing the blunt back and forth. beomgyu can feel the high finally hitting him in full force, and it takes every brain cell within his clouded mind (as well as every ounce of his courage) to finally get out his next sentence. 

“why him?” he mumbles so lowly, you don’t quite catch his words. 

“what?” you lazily ask. 

“why taehyun?” once again, you find yourself choking on the smoke. god, you’ve really got to get a grip and stop letting beomgyu surprise you — your lungs would thank you for it.

“w-what do you mean?” well, you always knew that beomgyu knows about your feelings for taehyun, but hearing him directly ask about them is enough to throw you off.

“i mean, why do you like him?” he asks, devoid of all the confidence he usually oozes. 

“what’s not to like?” you say offhandedly. if you cared enough to pay attention to his reaction, you’d see how he withers at your words. even more so when you continue.

“he’s really, really funny. plus, he’s handsome. not to mention smart and —” 

“so what? i’m all of those things,” beomgyu interrupts, irritation bitterly lacing every edge of his words. “and if you call him smart, anybody can be.” oh hell no. you’re so indignant at him calling taehyun stupid, you don’t even catch beomgyu’s childlike envy towards him, let alone why he feels it.

“just because his grades don’t compare to yours, doesn’t mean he’s stupid,” you argue.

“then what does it mean?” he asks with a roll of his eyes at your obvious bias for the other boy.

“it… it just means that he’s —” 

“a real genius. yeah, i’m sure you think so,” he snarks.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?!” you snap, despite your better judgment to just let it roll off of your back. if he were talking about you, you may very well have done so, but this is taehyun he’s talking about. your taehyun. 

“it means he can’t compare to me,” he says, more as means to convince himself rather than convince you, but you’re so angry, you don’t even notice.

“and what makes you think you’re so goddamn special?” you ask, sarcasm absolutely dripping out of your voice. 

“i’m funnier, hotter, smarter, richer. how can he compare to me?” he snorts. if someone were to ask you why you feel so defensive at this moment, you would be unable to say why, but if you had to guess, you’d say it’s because taehyun is so good it’s impossible to see him any other way. your frustration builds up, hotter and hotter in your chest until you’re on the brink of exploding.

“you say that, but he will always be something you’re not,” you spit.

“and what, pray tell, might that be?” he cockily challenges.

“nice,” you say with conviction, and it may be cheesy, but you mean it. “he is really, really fucking nice and considerate. that’s why i like him.” well, that one went straight to his gut.

“i can be nice!” he exclaims. “i tried to be nice, but you just didn’t care! it was like i was invisible to you!” all you can do is stare, but he’s not finished. “you act like you’re some fucking angel, but i saw the way you looked at me like i’m some stupid, rich asshole who isn’t worth a damn.” 

finally, you realize that something is wrong. 

“beomgyu, why do you even care about what i think about you?” he doesn’t give a fuck about what you have to say in any other context, today’s example being only the latest in the litany of times where he’s shown you that exact sentiment. 

at this, he’s silent, which you truly did not anticipate in lieu of his tirade mere moments ago. you take a good look at the boy, and you finally register that the tips of his ears are a bright red under the fluorescence of the lone light shining next to the doorway. 

“i just… i always care about what you think,” he mumbles, face growing redder and redder under your scrutinizing stare as he breaks eye contact with you.

“you could’ve fooled me,” you snort. “you’re always undermining everything i say and do. it’s almost like you’re doing it on… purpose…” you trail off, puzzle pieces finally fitting together in a way you would never suspect. 

“beomgyu?” you ask.

“mm?” he murmurs, still refusing to make eye contact. 

“do you… do you like me?” and the question sounds so silly you can’t believe you even asked it. this guy fucking hates you, you’re sure of it, but you grow less and less sure of this sentiment with every moment he hesitates to answer.

“... yeah. yeah, i do. but so what? you don’t even care,” he mopes, and just like that, everything makes sense. his teasing, his contrarian nature, and his obnoxiousness are just part of his ruse. he’s just like a child begging for attention by acting out, but to what end? just so you’ll pay attention to him? well, he was on the money when he said you didn’t like him even when he tried to be kind, so maybe, in his own sick little way, he was right. 

but that doesn’t mean you don't feel completely blindsided by this revelation. 

“what the hell?” is all you can manage to say.

“shut up!” he demands with no real heat to it, just embarrassment. 

“i… i can’t believe your solution was to be an asshole,” you say incredulously. “if you had just been nice, or even just normal, i would have warmed up to you. i know i was being childish, but goddamn, you’re worse.” 

if he was blushing before, and he was, he’s absolutely blood red now. 

“i-it’s your fault for being so judgmental!” he sputters, but even you know he’s just grasping at straws. it all makes the worst kind of sense to you now, and you’re very much shocked at how oblivious you were mere moments ago.

“i can't believe this,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to your temples in an effort to straighten everything out in your muddled head. “you hate me.” 

“you’re so dramatic,” he huffs with a roll of his eyes, which would convincingly come across as disdainful, if only his words weren’t so shaky and unsure.

you take a good look at him now, and he can feel it. he’s a very handsome guy, and he knows it, but he can’t help but feel vulnerable. he clears his throat and straightens up his posture when he thinks that you may be comparing him to taehyun... you are not.

none of his actions escape you, which is a far cry from what usually happens, but now that you've discovered his true feelings, it’s almost impossible not to catch his tells; you even wonder how you missed them. his awkward handling of the situation is endearing, in a way. you like watching him squirm, which you realize must be the way he felt about you all those times he teased you. it just makes you wanna push him more.

you’re not exactly known for your impulsivity. in fact, you’re known for the exact opposite. you take things slowly, steadily. you plan every minute detail in consideration of every possible outcome, but as for right now? right now, as you sit and watch beomgyu pout, you just want to let go and do what you really want, and what you really want is to watch him break.

you grab his face with your hands and turn it towards you, and he scowls for just a moment before blinking his big, reddened eyes in curiosity at your unreadable gaze.

“w-what are you doing?” he asks, too exhilarated by your touch to think about batting you away.

this is a bad idea — a horrible one, even — but that does nothing to deter you. how can it when his skin on your palms makes it feel like there's pure electricity thrumming through your bones? fuck it, might as well.

you don’t realize it yourself, but you look incredibly focused as you pull him in, his lips meeting yours. you’d think with the shock he must feel that he’d be taken aback for a second, but beomgyu, as always,   does not abide by your rules. he immediately grabs your face and presses his lips even harder against yours. you’re surprised at how much heat is behind it — how much frustration.

it’s incredibly interesting to watch his reactions as you kiss him, which would be weird, but he’s far too engrossed in this newfound pleasure to notice your stare. his eyes are shut, but they tremble with every passing second, making his long eyelashes quiver. you never noticed how long they are before now. you chalk up the swiping of your tongue against his chapped lips to sheerly wanting to study his reaction, and oh man, it does not disappoint. he whines against your mouth, eyebrows furrowed like he’s pleading for something. you want to find out what that something is. cruelly, you take his bottom lip between your teeth and lightly bite. he whines even louder, his eyes fluttering open, and he pulls away and says his next words in a tinny voice.

“c-can i touch you?” he pants, forehead pressed against yours, lips cherry red.

“no,” you say with a smile against his mouth. he would whine again if he could, but he can’t quite do it at the moment, not when your hands have moved from his cheeks in order to explore the rest of him. you curiously run your fingers through his long, silky hair, and he can’t help but moan when you experimentally tug at it. it’s breathy and light, and you’re intrigued, to say the very least. 

you don’t have the most experience in the world when it comes to the, uh, matters between men and women, but you are a fast learner by nature, so it takes no time at all to figure out where he likes to be touched. his lips, obviously, and his hair. his ears, so flushed and pink and cute, must be particularly sensitive, and you test this hypothesis by dragging your teeth along his earlobe. he lets out a loud, broken moan when you do, and anyone else in the world would have been embarrassed by making such a noise, but not beomgyu. he’s so pretty and pliable underneath your touch, which feels so tantalizing that all shame escapes him.

“do you like that, beomie?” you whisper teasingly, employing a nickname you’ve heard from a few of his ex-flings, and another strangled cry leaves his pouty lips when he feels your breath touch his ear. 

“mhmm, i like it! like it so much, princess,” he babbles, eyes screwed shut as you trail your lips from his ear to his unblemished neck. 

“princess?” you can’t help but question. “where’d that come from?” 

“think about calling you that all the time,” he moans as you suck on a previously unmarred patch of skin on his neck. “think about you all the time.” 

“and what do you think, beomie?” you whisper encouragingly, as if he’s a stupid boy squirming under your thumb.

“th-think about how much i wanna fuck you,” he admits. “h-how much i want to fill you up, make you m-mine.” honest to god, your panties were already feeling a little sticky just from teasing him alone, but his words make your core heat up tenfold. you shift your legs while trying to make yourself more comfortable, but you fail miserably.

“you’re delusional,” you snort, as you pull away from him, but his lips try to chase yours before you lightly push him away.

“i’m not! i-i jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he slurs, and oh god, you simply can’t be saved.

“well, wanna make your delusions reality?” you can’t help but ask before you can think better of it, but when you see how his eyes light up in hope and pure, primal lust, you realize you don’t regret it.

-

the walk to his hotel room is silent, so unbearably silent that you can’t help but second-guess yourself. are you really gonna do this with beomgyu of all people? but it’s been so long since you’ve let go, who will it hurt just to have fun for once? maybe you, probably you, but who cares? it can't be any worse than it is now. besides, you're graduating soon. if things go as badly as you’re pretty sure they will, you’ll never have to see beomgyu again after the fact. plus, things really can’t seem to get any more embarrassing than the humiliation ritual you put yourself through every day that you spend pining after taehyun.

and so, you enter his hotel room, which is easily double the size of yours (sans a roommate, no less) with a look of determination. beomgyu completely misses it, though, as he shuts the door behind you and immediately tugs you towards his bed, quick to rekindle the atmosphere you two had on the rooftop. surprisingly, it’s not hard to do so when he’s back to kissing you so desperately it’s like you’re his lifeline.

he impatiently swipes his tongue across your lips, mirroring what you did earlier, silently asking for entry. you oblige. he groans at the feeling of your warm tongue brushing against his own, savoring the way you taste, which yes, does have notes of weed, but there’s something sweet in there, too. something he’s only ever fantasized about with his hand down his pants.

one of your hands is currently tangled in his hair, just the way he likes it, while the other one exploratorily finds its way down his lithe body. you’ve never done what you do next before, but he seems so incredibly sensitive, it feels like a matter of course to put your hand up his shirt and tweak one of his hardened nipples. he lets out a strangled cry, which only makes you certain that you’ve done the right thing. 

“is it good, beomie? is it everything you wanted it to be?” you tease. he nods like an idiot.

“y-yes, even better,” he moans. “feels s-so good.” 

in the dim lighting of his hotel room, you can see that he means it as the tent in his pants gets harder and harder to ignore. the poor thing is so wound up by your caresses that he may just cum untouched, anyway, but what fun would that be? so, before you can think too much about it, you palm him through his jeans. 

“ah!” he cries, eyebrows furrowed. you palm him again, rougher this time, and just like clockwork, he cries even louder.

“want me to keep going?” you ask, studying and soaking up every reaction of his. all he can do is nod.

he unzips his pants and he’s all too willing to help you slide them off of him, tossing them on the floor before hurriedly grabbing one of your hands to meet his barely clothed bulge. it’s big, because it’s beomgyu and of fucking course it is. as if he needed another reason to be conceited. 

it doesn’t seem like he’s very conceited, though, as he moans like a whore at you hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging his boxers off of him. his cock is very obviously leaking, and it’s as bright red as his ears were earlier, completely flushed with beads of precum drooling off of it. there are angry veins running up the sides of it, which sounds gross, in theory, but you can’t help but feel like they make it even prettier. you gulp when you imagine how they’ll feel when they’re dragging in and out of your pussy.

“don’t stare!” he says, breaking you out of your reverie. honestly? he knows it’s pretty, just like every other part of him, but he feels incredibly scrutinized under your gaze. you don’t listen, still very much staring as you take your thumb and experimentally swipe it over his thick, reddened tip. then again. then again.

“s-stop teasing me, please,” he whimpers, but you’re so enamored with his reactions you can’t help yourself. you spit on your hand and grab the base of his cock, which is no small feat considering how thick it is, and you give it a harsh tug. he bites his bottom lip to try to stifle his moans as you start to jerk him off, applying pressure exactly where he needs it most, but he quickly gives up on being quiet when you bend over and lick his tip. he tastes salty, but not unbearably so, and in a way, he’s almost sweet. that could just be your imagination, though.

beomgyu is no longer trying to bite back his moans, but he's stuck in another dilemma: he can't seem to unscrew his eyes for long enough to fully appreciate the sight before him. one of your hands is gripping the muscle of his thigh as leverage while the other aids in squeezing and pulling the parts of him you can’t quite fit in your mouth. you’re not looking at him, which would normally be disappointing, but it’s impossible to be anything less than satisfied when you’re hollowing out your cheeks to suck on him even harder. you take your hand from his dick and ghost your fingers over his balls, and he has to push you off of him so he doesn’t blow his load right then and there.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, wiping some spit and precum off of your lips. he’s enchanted by the way your lips are swollen from sucking on him, so much so that he almost forgets to answer.

“‘m gonna c-cum,” he says shyly.

“and?” 

“i don’t want to yet. i wanna make you feel good, too,” he argues petulantly.

“oh? is that what you do in your dreams? you make me feel good? i’m surprised, i figured you’d like me to do all the work and —” 

“shut up!” he hisses, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“let me eat you out,” he offers, trying to distract you from his evident embarrassment. it’s tempting, very tempting, indeed, but you’re so hot and bothered that you kind of just want to get to the main event. especially since you just know it’ll feel good to finally have him inside of you. it’s been so long since you’ve been with somebody, after all. 

“no, thanks. do you have a condom?” you ask, ignoring his suggestion, and he’d be humiliated if only your question weren't so damn exciting.

“n-no…” he stammers. your face falls for a second before he rushes to get out his next words. “b-but i can pull out!” 

“sorry, this was fun and all, but i’m not letting you fuck me without protection.”

“please?” he begs. “i’m clean, i swear! i told you i’m more careful than you think. i really don’t sleep around that much, honestly,” he admits. 

“what?” you ask, genuinely bewildered before calling his bluff. “bullshit. i see you with a new girl all the fucking time. quit lying.” 

“i’m not! i promise — i promise — i don’t sleep around a lot. i only act like i do ‘cause of you!” 

“because of me?” and it actually makes sense when you think about it. he acts out, bullies you, and pretends he’s involved with a lot more girls than he actually is just to try to get you to look his way. oh man, what are you gonna do with him? 

“you’re so pathetic,” you sneer before hiking up your skirt and mounting him. 

“w-what are you —” 

“shut up before i change my mind,” you spit. and just like magic, his mouth is snapped shut.

you start by rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock. your slick has already ruined the fabric beyond salvation, so you don’t really mind ruining it some more. beomgyu is absolutely in awe at your actions, rutting against you feverishly. he’s greedy, if nothing else, so he impatiently moves your soaked panties to the side and tries to seek relief in your warm hole. you let him grab your hips as he tries to ease himself into you, but he’s stunned at the resistance he’s met with as he tries to push himself in. 

“s-so tight,” he groans as his fat cock breaches the tight rim of your pussy. the muscles contract as they stretch to accommodate his widened tip. 

you were right about how good you anticipated the feeling of his veins scraping against your insides would be, and you revel in the feeling as you sink down inch by scorching inch. beomgyu, on his end, looks absolutely devastated as you slowly take him in. his mouth is twisted open in a silent scream, and his eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over at any moment. when your ass finally meets his hips, you can feel his length pulsating all the way up to your cervix. it’s a snug fit, too, and it takes everything in him not to hump you like a fucking dog. 

slowly, you raise yourself up again, almost completely off of him, before slamming yourself back down. then again. then again. he whimpers when you do it, grabbing your hips to help steady you as you ride him for everything that he’s worth. he’s enraptured as your breasts bounce with each movement, and he can’t help himself now — he begins to thrust into you wildly, matching your rhythm and making you cry out. if you were in your right state of mind, you’d feel sorry for the poor souls who are on the same floor as him. 

“pussy so f-fucking good,” he grunts as he feels you squeezing around him, and you’re about to smirk before he pushes you onto the bed then turns you on your side so you’re facing away from him. he tries to slide back into your needy cunt, but the new position makes you feel even tighter. still, with the combination of his slick and yours, he’s able to push himself in again before rutting into you. he presses one of his big hands against your stomach while the other one hastily grabs one of your tits, and suddenly he's back to fucking you like a wild animal. 

you've never in your life felt so wanted, so needed, but beomgyu needs you in a way so carnal it makes you feel even more turned on. he nips your ear, mimicking your actions from earlier, and begs for your praise. 

“a-are you feeling good? you’re feeling good, right?” he chokes out as he hits a particularly deep part of your pussy. 

“so good, beomie,” you moan. “you’re fucking me so good.” those words would normally never leave your lips, but he seems desperate for your validation, and you know he’s too far gone to mock you.

“oh god, this is w-what i dreamed about,” he babbles as he takes the hand that was pressing on your stomach and uses it to massage your clit, earning a strangled scream from you. “th-this is what i’ve always wanted.” and if you could see his face, you’d notice how his eyes roll backwards in sheer ecstasy. 

“i’m gonna cum!” you cry, all self-restraint gone.

“m-me too, princess,” he moans. “c-can i cum inside?” it’s a pipe dream if he’s ever had one, and you can believe that he’s had one, but your response floors him.

“yes, yes, yes! do it inside, i want it!” and that’s enough. he spits out a curse as he hammers himself into you, making you almost sob as you come undone with him inside of you. the feeling of your pussy sucking him in even more as it wildly contracts around him pulls him over the edge, so he paints your walls with his seed and fucks you through both of your highs. 

he stays there until he goes soft, slowly pulling out and watching in awe as the cum spills out of your hole. he pulls you flush against his body and sighs as he tenderly fixes up your hair. 

“i really, really like you,” he earnestly whispers into your hair. 

“i —” 

“it’s okay if you don’t like me yet,” he interrupts. “i can wait.” you’re glad you’re not facing him, because you actually feel a little awkward at his sincere words, but you can’t deny that it makes your heart flutter to hear them.

“okay,” you say.

“okay?” he asks, just to be sure he heard you correctly.

“yes, i-it’s okay. you can wait.” he’s so excited that he throws himself on top of you and turns you to face him, lips greedily meeting yours, putting every ounce of yearning into the kiss. 

honestly? with the way things are going right now, he probably won’t have to wait very long at all. 

notes pt. 2: yeah... i'm so sorry that this is bad i'm just used to writing angst angst angst and this def veered more into cute territory but whatever just don't bully me

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[c4ttheart]

hand spinners, itoshi sae x gn!reader

fluff. reader lived in spain, tried to make is as gn as possible. timeline lowkey weird. sae is bad with emotions. 1.2k wc

itoshi sae was never good with feelings. Maybe that’s why Inside Out was one of his favourite movies when he was younger, he liked the idea of other beings handling it for him.

when he was ten, he brought the girl he had a crush on to a clear puddle he had seen on his way to school. she had judged him, but he had made her crouch down till she was able to see her reflection adorned with fallen petals from the nearby sakura tree, so she could see how beautiful he thought she was. but she didn’t get it, so he ushered her closer till she fell face first into the wet cement. she had thrown her pink hair clips at him after, and her parents had made her change schools, scared that she was being bullied. he never saw her again.

but then he met you, you and your quizzical eyes and your shit jokes, and eleven year old sae forgot all about the heinous glares the neighbours would send him, the ones who still believed he was a bully. he thought you were the prettiest person he had ever seen.

you transferred the year after that incident, with a funny accent and messy hair. the other girls had poked fun at you for not wearing twirly plastic hair bands on your wrists, but you had only giggled at them while showing off your brand new red hand spinner.

« where are you from ?! » the kids would ask you constantly, and you would simply smile and show off your bresilian bracelet made with the colours of your country’s flag, responding « Spain ! » with so much happiness in your voice it made him cringe. you quickly became the most popular student in the grade.

unfortunately, that meant that by definition, sae hated you. he didn’t really despise you, but hearing your name being whispered in every single nook and cranny of the school definitely messed with his nerves. it was okay though, because when he played soccer, his teammates seemed to forget about you. as long as he ruled the field, everything would be alright.

two years later and your accent was barely even noticeable. you had given up on fidget spinners and pokemon cards, yet you were still the most tanned out of everyone and apparently you had the best hair, so you still stood on top of the middle school food chain. sae would roll his eyes whenever he saw you, but you didn’t really care. he doubts you even noticed him back then.

he remembers groaning when he looked down at his new assigned seat. the chair was worn out and the table wobbly, but when you sat down right next to him and placed a small paper under the wooden desk for it to stop moving, he figured he could live with you as his seat partener.

it took about two months for you to become friends. it took him two weeks after that to realise he maybe liked you. you would hold his stare with eyes so patient, waiting for him to finish practice so you could hang out and play the sims together (and maybe make music videos to avril Lavigne songs, if he was in the mood). you would text him with such persistence that he could feel it through the screen, never getting tired of his one worded replied (which he thought were absolutely awesome, by the way). you would make him feel like he never had before, even when he took that girl to the puddle. you made him slowly fall in love with you during the months where you’d place a folded piece of paper under the foot of the desk to keep it from shaking when the two of you wrote.

sae was fifteen years old when he decided to act on his feelings. except he didn’t know how. you were student council president now, and you applied makeup to your face and nail polish to your short cut nails, which made you by definition the school ruler once again. you were friends with everyone, yet you still gave him the title of best friend out of every student. he liked to flaunter the fact around, walking besides you in the corridors and sharing your wired headphones during breaks (even though he was quite reluctant at first.)

he opted for something safer than a puddle this time, so he held your fingers over his wrist, right on his pulse, just so you could feel how fast you made his heart beat. you looked at him with a smile on your lips then, with your head tilted and eyebrows the slightest bit furrowed. he had thrown his hands over his face in exasperation.

seeing how well his original plan had worked out, he decided to write you an anonymous ‘letter’, which wrote « i think you’re cool and i kinda have a crush on you. » and left in your locker. but you only came complaining to him after, thinking it had been from another one of your persistent admirers. sae felt a twinge of jealousy for his first time in his life then. he thought about how the person probably didn’t know the colour of your favourite handspinner when you were eleven and your favourite hairstyle when you were thirteen.

but everything good comes to end, he learns when you hug him tightly. he’s the last you say goodbye to. his lips wouldn’t stop turning downwards then, so he hugged you back until he was sure the smell of your shampoo was imprinted into his nostrils. he watches your flight back to Spain soar into the sky and he grimaces.

he realises he misses you when no one shows up to his morning soccer practices and when his school (only his, not yours anymore) holds elections for student council president. he realises he misses you when he sees a bright red hand spinner on display at the corner store, sticking out through the bubble bottles and candy necklaces. he does not become friends with his new seat neighbour. he barely even tries. when his brother starts to ask where you are, he just hides in his room. he really does misses you.

soon enough, offers come around for sae. he knows he’s a soccer prodigy, so he’s a little boastful, showing them to sparkling eyes rin. his breath hitches when he sees a particular one, and the next thing he knows, he is on a flight of his own. he’ll miss home, although he will not admit it. he missed you more though.

you’re both twenty when he steps on your doormat. you could not be more confused, but sae was your best friend, so you’re not unhappy either.

sae is twenty one when he finally asks you out for real, after an eventful year of catching up. he tells you about the puddle and soccer, and you let him become your cat’s parent, who is coincidentally named sae.

he likes inside out a little less now, because they do not have a love character. he thinks that if they did, it should look like you. because you’re patient, and you’re everything he’s ever wanted.

and even though his bouquets have broken stems, you stay. you always will. sae is not the perfect lover, but he has been here from the fidget spinners, and you love him. more than anything in the world.

minimal dialogue yay !! not proofread :3

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[lemonhemlock]

i have to say, i enjoy the concept of brotherly-betrayal aegond as much as anyone, but i am just so unimpressed with this execution... the main point of contention for me is the absolute lack of tension.

there is no fallout between the greens over luke's murder. the only consequence for aemond is that alicent is just a little pissed at him? she is not shown to even scold him, she's just.... mildly upset? aegon gives even less of a shit, the whole act to him is a non-event. and yet there is the expectation that the viewer should understand that this is such an annoyance to aemond, who feels slighted over this great injustice his own mother is doing to him, poor misunderstood emoboy. man, give me a break.

similarly, and i want to point out that aemond is absolutely not to blame for blood & cheese, but, after jaehaerys' murder, there are no emotional recriminations of aemond's behaviour whatsoever. not even a side-ways comment that "this never would have happened had you not provoked rhaenyra in this way". aemond is not even shown to grieve in any way; he is very removed from this narrative and only briefly ponders it to the brothel madam in a very self-centered way. he acts as if his siblings' favourite dog just died and he's kind of above the theatricality of it all. when aegon then interrupts the scene, it was a perfect opportunity to at least have him allude to the fact that this must have been aemond's hiding place when his son's head was being chopped off, yet he... doesn't?

so, while, yes, there is this thread of aegon having bullied aemond throughout his childhood, it is also tempered by having aegon be sort of considerate as well towards his brother? welcoming him to his council, praising him, not even being exceptionally mean, just mildly boorish in the brothel scene. whereas, on the other side, aemond is so passive in his tepid disgruntlement that it truly sets the stage for the most boring and unfulfilling rivalry on television.

there's no bite to this, no reason to get invested. how will they even be able to break the monotony with only one episode left?

[izzyspussy]

and one more thing. i like thinking about what if mickey was - depending on your definition - a virgin before he was with ian. it's really not much of a stretch tbh.

he's 16(?) their first time together

he's DEEPLY closeted

he may or may not be in denial, i go back and forth on this (and yes i know that extra-canonical sources have said he is, i don't care about the council's decision whether it's a stupidass one or not)

so like my thought is. he's pretty young. i know shameless has literally everybody fucking casually by the time they're fourteen but that is absolutely one of the most unrealistic aspects of the show lmfao. so anyway, he's pretty young. so there's that.

if we say he's in denial, and we take into account that he later is shocked by and very against the idea of pegging, it's pretty unlikely that he would seek out or ask for penetration even from women. and even in denial, it's not unbelievable that he wouldn't try rounding bases with women more conventionally either, although of course some people do. it might just not occur to him, or it might be too off-putting to go through with when he isn't being forced.

+ i kind of think that if mickey is in denial by the time of canon, it's the "i have more important things to worry about than getting a girlfriend" flavor, rather than a more "i am definitely into women and i can prove it" flavor. just because like. he really does have more important things to worry about. his one parent seems to be in jail more often than not and his siblings don't seem to have a collaborative relationship like the gallaghers do. mickey must have to spend a lot of time and energy on getting his basic needs met. if he has no interest in women, there's a readily available reasoning that has no relation to his sexuality (meaning he never has to think about it at all).

if he isn't in denial, he still can't hook up with anyone in his neighborhood. ian does while still closeted himself, but he's not as paranoid about someone telling on him as mickey is - not to mention ian doesn't care if other gay people know he's gay, why would he? but mickey doesn't just not want to be out, he doesn't want to be gay. just as much if not more, he doesn't want to be vulnerable. so he's not about to tell some kid at school, even if he knows for sure that they're gay too. he needs everyone around him to only know things that make him intimidating. so first of all, he needs to be bullying that kid. more relevantly, he needs to be seen as untouchable, which by necessity means he needs to be untouched. or at the very least not touched in any kind of way that involves even the remotest genuine intimacy, and a shared secret certainly is that - not even getting into the intimacy of doing something you have some type of Feeling about that can only be done with another person.

so if he did want to hook up, he'd have to go Somewhere Else to do it. but now there are so many active steps he has to take, so many times he has to choose over and over again to go Be GayTM, some of which are already GayTM in themselves. he has to decide he wants it enough to do it. he has to decide how far away is far enough. he has to look up and find a gay bar. he has to figure out how to get there. he has to pick a date and time. he has to earn and save enough money for transportation and at least one drink. he has to make up an excuse to have ready if he gets questioned when he leaves or gets home. he has to actually fucking go to a gay bar. he has to actually go inside a gay bar when he gets there. he has to order a drink at a gay bar. he has to stay at a gay bar. he has to look at other men gayly. in person. on purpose. and be seen doing it. if no one picks him up first, he has to pick up another man. he has to communicate in some way to another man that he wants to have sex with him. he has to pick somewhere immediate to do it, because no way is he going to share enough time with this guy to get to a secondary location. and only after all of those steps, many of them likely to require several attempts, none of them easy, only THEN can he finally have the sex. AND!! even then, he still has to bring himself to Be GayTM enough to get involved with the guy's dick. it's easy enough to rationalize later that a mouth is a mouth and the gender of the person it's attached to doesn't really matter; it's much harder to say that about penetrative sex. less so if you top, but still.

so. in my professional opinion. it's very believable that before ian, the "furthest" mickey had gone was receiving a blowjob. and of course he would have skipped right over kissing. (like obviously it's also believable that he would go through all those steps; a teenager will go to the fucking moon if they're horny enough and ready + there's plenty of text to support mickey being the type of guy that if he's gonna do it he's gonna do it all. and it's also believable that he might have been sexually active or at least not completely inactive with women despite not being attracted to them, with textual support for that too. but that's not what we're talking about rn!)

so okay. sure, all that. but then why ian?

well. there's text to suggest mickey maybe had a little crush on ian already. constantly making a nuisance of himself at ian's workplace. staying long enough to put on a little (non-violent) show about it when ian's there, as compared to efficiently hitting and robbing kash when ian is absent. calling him an arguably flattering if crass (and it's mickey so flattering but crass is... just flattering) nickname that directly references his pubic hair - *katya voice* UN-PRO-VOKED!

ian is good looking, obviously. he's got the red hair, which is a preference i like to think mickey had before that being with ian just compounded. perhaps exponentially lmfao. ian also has a personality we can reasonably assume is attractive to mickey even before he knows him that well. he's assertive and brave enough to challenge mickey directly, and especially with kash to compare to ian is definitely a Big Tough Man (even if that's more in attitude than in body at that particular point). and the fact that he's not afraid and not overly aggressive either gives at least some measure of impression that he doesn't have much need or desire for the upper hand - nonthreatening without being weak, wimpy, or boring.

now. not all bottoms are subs. this is true. and not all subs like it rough, and some people who like it rough aren't subs even if they are bottoms. all true. i implore you to look at mickey. now look into your heart. now look at mickey. you know these disclaimers are, in this case, only disclaimers. as such, you KNOW that fight - and ian being the one to start it, even if he didn't win - got mickey so so fired up.

so. ian's hot. he's mickey's type. mickey is teenager horny generally, and now also horny situationally. they are in mickey's bed. mickey is in a mild state of undress. they are touching. ian is between mickey's legs. he's not taking advantage of mickey's hesitation - and he only threatened and then defended himself, never actually getting more aggressive than necessary, i.e. he won't hurt mickey if mickey gives him physical opportunity. the vibes say ian won't use knowledge of mickey's sexuality against him afterward. it's possible mickey already knows he's gay (he seems to, but i always took the potential indications as a continuity error since there's really no sub/textual reason why he would and there are many other such cases).

he's right there, right now, and mickey wants him, and he's safe. bada boom bada bang, baby.

and. one more thing. i like to think about. if mickey hadn't had sex before ian. and we accept that he was lying about having sex in juvie (which we do). and we accept that he was lying about having sex with angie (which we do). and we discount the 3.06 incident with svetlana, since it wasn't consensual (which we do). and we accept that the trucker lady he used to humiliate himself but didn't actually have sex with was the only sexual contact he had while ian was away because he was too miserable to want any, as seems pretty strongly implied (which we do). and if we accept that the show was tragically canceled in the s4 hiatus (which we do lol).

then. in that case. ian is not only mickey's First Time (depending on your definition) and First Kiss, but in fact his only "all the way" sexual partner and only kiss. (and also first and only given bj.)

like, don't get me wrong, i don't believe in or enjoy the First, Last, & Only thing in a purity or like one-true-love way, that shit sucks. however. in a possessive way? pretty sexy. and i know ian would agree. he told me so himself.

(i also just kind of like the idea for mickey specifically. like he fully believed that he would never ever in his whole life ever have the kind of intimacy he has with ian in the end. that it was straight up impossible and there wasn't any point in even so much as thinking about it. and then... he gets it anyway, on his very first try.) (disclaimer again: yes romantic and sexual relationships aren't the only intimate relationships, no monogamy and/or long term commitment aren't inherently more intimate than other dynamics nor are they mutually necessary, yes relationships that end have equal benefit and value to relationships that don't. post not intended to be representational or reflect a widely applicable worldview it's just about this one specific guy etc etc, brought to you by a polyamorous aromantic wejustdon'tknowsexual believe me i get it i know it i live it.)

[ambrossart]

If Bowers gang had no trauma and are well and healthy functioning beings (yes I’m talking to you Henry and Patrick), how would their relationship Evelyn go?

Ohhhhhhh! Oh, I love this one!

(But it also makes me kinda sad. You’ll see why.)

I’m sorry, I went a little overboard with this. If you don’t read it all, I honestly won’t blame you. 😅

Henry

First of all, can I just say how much I love the idea of an emotionally healthy and trauma-free Henry Bowers? It’s such a nice thing to think about, especially when he’s being extra horrible (which is, basically, all the time)

His mom never left. His dead isn’t an abusive piece of shit.

Butch is still a hard-ass, of course, but at least now it’s to a more reasonable level. Like, he would never raise a hand to his wife or son… or at least not very often. (We can’t expect perfection here, people. Butch Bowers is never gonna be winning any Father of the Year awards)

Anyway, despite all that, I do think Henry would still prefer to keep to himself or to a very small group of like-minded friends.

Are they outcasts? Definitely. Rebels? Absolutely. But are they troublemakers? Maybe, but they’re mostly harmless as long as you don’t try to pick a fight with them.

Henry’s not a bully by any means, and he’s rarely violent, but he’s still not the friendliest guy in the world, and he’s really not a morning person (seriously, don’t even try to talk to Henry before lunch; he’ll bite your head off).

But beneath that rough exterior, he’s actually a pretty nice guy. Not very talkative, a little grumpy, but he’s got a good heart buried deep in there. Most people just rarely get a chance to see it.

Hmmm, what else…? 🤔

He smokes. He drinks. He falls asleep during class.

He drives an old pickup to school and, yep, often sleeps in there too, especially before school and occasionally during lunch.

(The boy’s exhausted, okay? He needs to catch up on sleep whenever he can.)

Maybe he gets detention from time to time, but it’s mostly for skipping class or mouthing off to his teachers (once again, Henry is not a morning person).

Academically speaking, he’s not a fantastic student, but at least he’s not flunking every class.

To Henry, school is just another obstacle he has to overcome. He’ll graduate… but barely, and he relies heavily on shop classes to boost his GPA.

Does he date? Not really, but he’s probably had a few drunken hookups with girls from neighboring towns.

None of the girls in Derry are of any interest to him.

Except maybe Evelyn Tozier 🧐

Actually, no… no, not even her.

As much as I would love to think a well-functioning Henry Bowers would still be harboring a secret crush on Evelyn Tozier, that’s just highly unlikely.

Their relationship evolved from Henry’s trauma, after all. Without it, they don’t have a relationship.

Henry would be a junior, most likely, and Evelyn would be a sophomore. Unless they took the same classes (doubtful) they would probably only see each other in the hallway between classes.

To Henry, Evelyn would simply be that annoying student council chick who, for no apparent reason, goes out of her way to greet him every morning (kind of like she does with Kriss Andrews) and keeps ratting him out for smoking on school property.

Seriously, that girl needs to get a hobby.

Then Henry would probably act like a dick to get back at her. Go out of his way to tear down her anti-bullying posters. Maybe even rip one up and throw it away while she’s watching.

Okay, maybe he would still develop a crush on her. Maybe.

And maybe, someday, he might see her coming out of school with a lot of books and feel compelled to offer her a ride home.

Maybe? 🥺

Okay, fine, that probably won’t happen, but I can dream, can’t I? These two deserve a happy ending in at least one universe.

Realistically, though, these two probably won’t interact much… or at all.

But at least they’re both happy, right?

Sorry, Evelyn, it’s damaged Henry or no Henry at all.

Patrick

Okay, let’s be real, a healthy, well-adjusted Patrick Hockstetter would still be an obnoxious, self-absorbed, manipulative asshole.

Did you really expect him to be an angel?

This guy truly thinks he’s the smartest, most interesting person in Derry. Nobody else is on his level. It’s not even close.

But hey, he’s hot, so it’s okay.

Just kidding! Just kidding!

Believe it or not, Patrick does have his redeeming qualities. For example, he’s incredibly clever and creative, and he has a fascinatingly unique perspective on life.

The guy’s eccentric for sure, but now his behavior no longer carries that undeniably creepy undertone. Now he’s weird in a really fun and attractive way, and he’s exceptionally charming, too.

Because of this, people–men, women, everybody–naturally gravitate toward him, which Patrick gleefully uses to his advantage.

Yeah, sadly that part hasn’t changed very much. Patrick’s still a bit of a playboy. The only difference is that now it’s all 100% consensual, so at least he’s not committing random acts of sexual assault anymore. 🤷‍♀️

He still breaks a lot of hearts, though. A lot of them.

However, I don’t think this Patrick is intentionally trying to hurt people with his behavior. He’s just searching–no, hunting–for someone who sets off that special spark inside him. As soon as that flame goes out, he’ll cut the person off completely and go back on the hunt again. Patrick’s just restless like that, and he doesn’t like to waste his time on people who don’t interest him.

(Now if Patrick ever finds that special person, he’ll be a suprisngly devoted boyfriend. A little intense and controlling at times, sure, but hey some people are into that)

Anyway, like I said before, Patrick’s still a little cold and manipulative, but it’s more out of boredom than anything. It’s rarely personal and it’s not malicious. He just craves stimulation (mental, physical, emotional) and right now Derry’s not providing enough of it.

Guy’s gotta entertain himself somehow, right?

(This may or may not include heavy use of psychedelic drugs)

(It definitely does)

So maybe Patrick likes toying with people’s emotions a little bit, getting them all riled up just for the hell of it (Henry Bowers is a favorite target of his. That guy’s hilarious when he angry). Maybe he likes finding people’s weaknesses and subtly exploiting them. Maybe he likes building people up and then crushing them back down.

Does he feel guilty? Sometimes. Absolutely.

But he usually waves it off, thinking, “Who the fuck cares? In a couple months, I’m never gonna see any of these people again.”

At his core, Patrick’s dying to get out of Derry. He’s convinced that anywhere in the world is better than this boring-ass town.

If his parents weren’t so insistent on him graduating, he would have dropped out of school and left town a long time ago.

Besides, someone has to make sure his little brother gets to school in the morning…

Oh yeah, Avery? He’s alive, is the exact opposite of Patrick, and is the frequent target of bullying at school. Poor kid.

(I believe in Paper Men there’s about a seven-year difference between Patrick and Avery, so Avery would be in the fifth grade most likely, and Patrick would be a senior. They’re not super close.)

Now, does Patrick care that his brother gets picked on? Not in the slightest. The kid needs to toughen up and learn how to handle his own problems. He can’t count on his big brother to bail him out every time (or anytime, apparently)

That is, however, how he’s most likely to encounter Evelyn Tozier. Yeah, it’s definitely gonna involve bullying somehow.

Maybe he’ll see her standing up for his little brother.

(Or maybe she’ll be Avery’s tutor or something. I could see that happening, too)

Maybe he’ll see one of her posters around school, think of his brother, and feel motivated to seek her out.

Or maybe it’ll be that cringe-worthy anti-bullying video. Who knows?

Regardless, something Evelyn does will catch Patrick’s attention, and for a day, just one day, Evelyn Tozier will have his undivided attention.

He’ll flirt with her shamelessly, get rejected immediately, realize she’s boring as hell, and then never look at her again. 😂

Sorry to disappoint anyone, but I just don’t see these two connecting on a deep emotional level. At all.

If Patrick isn’t “Patrick,” he’s not gonna have any interest in Evelyn, and vice versa.

Besides, Evelyn’s heart already belongs to someone else.

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Victor

Without a doubt, Victor Criss (along with Belch Huggins) comes out as the big winner in this scenario.

Victor’s trauma is all wrapped up in his best friend, Jimmy Duncan. If Jimmy was still in Derry, happy and healthy as ever, Victor would be living a much better life than he is currently.

Would his personality be any different? Not really because I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Victor’s personality. He’s neurodivergent (and I know some people even headcanon him as being on the spectrum, which I have no issue with) and that’s not something that needs to be changed or fixed. He’s perfect the way he is.

I do, however, think Vic’s gonna be a lot better at managing his symptoms. For his sake, I sure hope he is.

He's probably still a stoner, too.

He’s good friends with Scott Kellerman and Christie Gibson because all three of them love vibing and listening to music together.

I could see him still having a distant but friendly relationship with Belch, but they don’t hang out outside of school or anything (unless Belch is still dating Christie in this scenario, which is possible)

When he’s not with them, he’s usually doing his own thing because Victor loves being by himself. He needs to give his batteries a chance to recharge.

But at the end of the day, he always finds his way back to his oldest and closest friends, Evelyn and Jimmy, who are both very passionate about and busy with student council.

If Jimmy was still in Derry, he would be the sophomore student council president, and Evelyn would be his vice.

Victor, who doesn’t give a shit about student council, would give them their space to focus on that, but they would still eat lunch together and go home together every day. They’re those kinds of friends. They don’t need to be together 24/7.

Oh, and Evelyn and Victor are definitely dating by now, which should surprise no one.

Unlike with Henry, Evelyn and Victor’s relationship didn’t begin with trauma. It began with proximity. Victor moved in down the street; Evelyn met him, was instantly smitten, and that’s it. As long as Victor stays in her life, she’s never gonna look at anyone else, which is why I can’t imagine her even entertaining the thought of Henry or Patrick. Sorry, not happening. She only has eyes for one person.

Interestingly enough, though, most people don’t even know they’re dating. If you saw the two of them in the hallway, you would never think they’re together.

(In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if Victor was standing next to Evelyn while Patrick was flirting with her. He was probably standing there with the most hilarious expression of annoyance and confusion. And Patrick, of course, never even acknowledged his existence.)

Vic’s not into public displays of affection (or hell, even private displays of affection because too much skin-to-skin contact tends to make him uncomfortable), so they’re very low-key as a couple.

They’re still cute as hell, though.

Outside of school, they spend a lot of time at each other’s houses, doing homework, studying, listening to music, etc.

They also spend a lot of time sleeping, just sleeping. Vic’s the king of naps and Evelyn desperately needs one. That girl works herself way too hard.

As we already know, Victor’s mother adores Evelyn.

His father tolerates her.

And Victor suffers through those boisterous Tozier family dinners. He has to step away frequently, though; otherwise, he gets a massive headache.

Maggie loves Victor (I mean, even in PM it’s clear that she prefers him out of any of her daughter’s other love interests *cough*Henry*cough*).

Went thinks Vic’s an oddball who dresses weird, but at least he treats his daughter well.

And Richie, well… I guess Richie thinks Vic’s okay, but he makes a lot of inappropriate jokes about their relationship. A lot. Usually at dinnertime. He thinks it’s hilarious when everyone at the table gets uncomfortable, especially his dad.

I could go on and on about Victor and Evelyn’s adorable love life, about how Victor constantly forces himself out of his comfort zone just to make her happy, but I don’t want to make my bias even more obvious than it already is.

To put it simply, Victor Criss is perfect and he and Evelyn are going to stay together forever. No rebuttals needed or accepted.

Thank you, now move along.

Belch Reggie

As I said already, Belch, who now strictly goes by Reggie, is another one who greatly benefits from this scenario.

If his dad never got sick, his family would have two breadwinners, which means Reggie would feel a lot less pressure to be the man of the house and financially support his mother. He would get to pursue his own interests a lot more freely.

And, if you’ve read the novel, you know that means he’s playing baseball.

This is a passion he shares with his dad, so you better believe Mr. Huggins is Reggie’s private coach and number one fan. If they’re not in the batting cage or tossing a ball around in the front yard, they’re watching baseball on TV and in the stands.

And Reggie’s really good! Maybe not good enough to play for the Yankees or anything, but certainly good enough to earn himself a nice little scholarship and play in the minor leagues, at the very least.

Position-wise, I see him being an outfielder rather than an infielder. I don’t know if he’s athletic enough to handle CF, but if he puts in the work, maybe.

Batting is definitely his strength. He currently holds six school records and two state records, including most homeruns in a single season.

His parents go to all his games, no matter how far they are. They would pack up the car and follow him around the country if they had to.

And they’re kinda obnoxious, his parents, to the point where they often have to be removed from the stands. They’re really good people, but yeah, they’re ‘those’ kinda baseball parents.

It’s very embarrassing for Reggie.

Baseball aside, he’s still a metalhead at heart, and he still has his precious Trans Am. That hasn’t changed.

Reggie’s not your typical high school jock. He’s got a really cool edge to him.

At school, he gets along with pretty much everyone, regardless of whatever clique they belong to, but he prefers the company of his teammates and those within his regular social circle.

He’s an average student and is well-liked by most of the staff.

He has a good relationship with Evelyn Tozier and the rest of the student council. She attends a lot of his games and, if she ever needs help from the baseball team, Reggie’s usually her main point of contact. All she has to do is smile and Reggie gives in to whatever she needs.

This usually involves a lot of grueling manual labor.

Yeah, Reggie’s a bit of a sucker. He’ll do anything if you ask him nicely. This applies double if you’re a cute girl.

(Does that mean Reggie thinks Evelyn’s cute? Yeah, but don’t read too much into it. She’s still not his type.)

Are he and Henry still friends? Possibly, but similar to him and Vic, it’s probably more of a casual friendship. They don’t hang out frequently, but if they see each other at school or at parties, they get along perfectly fine.

Like I mentioned before, he could still be dating Christie.

But honestly, I think Reggie is the kind of person who puts more energy into his friendships, into his team, and into his family. If he meets someone he clicks with, cool. If not, he’s happy staying single until the right girl comes along.

(You know, I was worried I wasn’t gonna have enough material for Reggie, but I think I actually did pretty well!)

In summary, this boy is THRIVING.

Congrats for making it to the end of my nonsensical rant. 🏅

[persephone1700]

Can we please talk about the magnificent and sorrowful 4th episode of House of the Dragon?

No friends of mine are interested in HOTD and I found myself with so much to say, so here it goes. (English is not my first language so please excuse me if there are any garamtical horrors!)

The bond between dragons and their riders it's exquisite.

In the books Rhaenyra refuses to send Jace and Vermax, still haunted by the death of Luke she doesn't want to sacrifice another son, and instead sent Rhaenys.

Now it's the queen who never was, who volunteers to go, on service of her queen, knowing what must be done, and with full love and confidence of her mighty Meleys.

I believe that dragons choose their riders based on their personalities and the affinity they have.

We saw Vhagar, ridden previously by the bravest and mighty Targaryens, accept the bond with Aemond, a little boy too eager to prove himself worthy, a boy who was bullied and found a escape route on books and trainings, hardening himself.

But in Aegon... we see a boy who, much like his brothers and sister, has been neglected and doesn't understand much about love.

We saw him at first be mean, laughing and teasing others, prone to mischief and swinging ale. A boy who doesn't know what to do in certain occasions and seeks the refugee of his mother, never quite finding it.

What does it say about a boy like Aegon forming a strong lasting bond with the most beautiful dragon? A question that haunted me for a while.

On yesterday's episode, we saw how beautiful and magnificent Sunfyre is, going towards his rider, playfully nudging Aegon's chest for a pat, the resemblance of a smile appearing on its face when Aegon strokes him.

For the first time we see Aegon truthfully smile. The first display of love we see him feel is from his dragon!

At Rooks Rest, we see an inexperienced dragon flew to battle with his rider, willingly, because of this bond.

Sunfyre's cry was extremely painful to hear, and we saw them fall rapidly, both dragon and rider in pain. When Cole finds Aegon, Sunfyre still broken, creates a nest for his rider.

Yes, at first we are led to see everything he has done wrong, some of his actions cannot be forgiven (diana for example).

But in Tom's Aegon we see the boy who's neglected, seeking guidance, seeking love and comfort, quite funny even, a boy who doesn't wish for the throne or to rule, who questions himself what kind of a brother would he be if he stole his sister's birthright?

I'd like to believe that when Sunfyre chose Aegon, he saw all that hurt in him, all the love that he needed and was denied. The beautiful golden beast, saw something good on Aegon.

Leaving behind the greens, because I refuse to talk about Aemonds betrayal now, otherwise I'll spend hours and hours talking about it and I'm still shocked.

I'll just say that Ewans performance never dissapoints, makes you absolutely understand his ambition and motives, you found yourself even rooting for him after everything he has done.

On an even sadder subject, let's focus again on the blacks and Rhaenys.

Absolutely devastated by that last sequence. Meleys and Rhaenys off to battle again, the dragon always trusting it's rider, attacking ferociously even though they were doomed the moment Vhagar appeared, and Rhaenys facing her destiny with grace.

A woman who deserved to be queen, we saw her defend Rhaenyras claim constantly, from Corlys, from Daemon, from Rhaenyras small council... every time loyal to the cause that she believed in, til the last. Dying side by side with his old friend.

Eve Best as Rhaenys Targaryen was just phenomenal.

-CG/ persephone1700

Let me hear your opinions please!

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Your fans requested more and Synth-En Anon is here to answer.

Clearly they need bait to lure Ratchet in and who better than the newly amnesiac and reacquired Orion. Clearly the Council enforcers kidnapped Orion to lure their poor sire into their clutches and now Orion has to help them get him back. Orion who may have had a few fantasies about Ratchet and Megatron is more than willing to believe he would have gotten knocked up willingly. And Megatron being with him is only making it better. 

Ratchet doesn't even hesitate when he gets lured into the Nemesis which is cleared of all soldiers by Soundwave luring him to Megatron’s trap (pussy trap to be specific).

If only Starscream hadn't chosen the absolute worst day to steal Energon and get in the way. Ratchet just full on bodies him and Starscream assumes the begging position which Ratchet running hot and not thinking clearly takes as submission so he just takes him once much too quickly and enough to stun him before dragging him with him to the room where all his carriers are gathered. 

Megatron has smugly had them all arranged there.

Vehicon and Orion have been bonding as a distraction while Orion fusses over him and a distinctly more awkward Dreadwing. Orion has expectations about how a nest is run and is happily and gently bullying them into it while helping Soundwave with projects when he's bored. Pregnancy brain has made him a lot less suspicious and when Ratchet comes rushing in he sees all his carriers cuddling together and rubbing each others bellies sprawled out and Orion smiling at him pleases he's “home” and just throws Starscream in the pile–he scream as he lands on Dreadwing who quickly secures him while Ratchet fucks and cuddles Orion, dragging Vehicon the biggest and most neglected into it immediately. Starscream wants desperately to sneak away but Dreadwing has a grip on him and at this point Ratchet's pseudo-rut is affecting him.

He doesn't get long to wait anyway before Orion, smiling at the newest member and recognizing him from the news, happily welcomes him and drags him into a threesome. Dreadwing is the last huffing slightly but also immediately needy once he's got the chance instincts relaxing. Megatron comes in prepared to be smug but not prepared for the combination of languid post-sex Optimus plus all his other fellow carriers and Ratchet. His speech is almost immediately out of his mind as he's shoves down and into while Orion scolds Ratchet to be gentler while Ratchet says he can take it and Orion huffs moving down to hold Megatron’s hands and lay his head in his laugh to coo over him like he's been doing with everyone.

The room is not vacated for several days when Ratchet guarding the thoroughly exhausted pile in His Room from Soundwave points out they need to negotiate some kind of peace offering because with carrier protocols fully active Megatron and half of his high command isn't leaving and they need him more than he cares about them.

Meanwhile, Ultra Magnus gets called in early dragging in Wheeljack to plot a rescue.

-Ratchet Synth-En Anon

OHOho so Optimus still loses his memory, huh. With Ratchet’s siring coding pushing against his rational brain, that has to be a hellish situation. He just wants his carrier back. He wants all his carriers herded together in one nest where he will take care of them and his next generation. 

He disappears from the base one day and everyone knows the siring coding won. It’s tricky like that. 

Optimus - Orion is so clueless, he has no idea why everyone is squirming and nervous. Perhaps they’ve just gone too long without seeing Ratchet, the lack of a sire taking a great toll on their health. Once Ratchet is back, everyone is too fucked out and full of transfluid to worry about what Megatron’s plan is. Well, he has robbed the autobots of two soldiers, that’s good. That’s gotta be enough. That, and the new decepticon heirs on the way. He might have not really thought this out. Perhaps carrier coding is to blame.

mhmmm getting Magnus involved early for a rescue mission… Megatron probably keeps Ratchet out of it, so he doesn’t immediately recognize Magnus nor does he differentiate between autobots or decepticons, he’s just a plain intruder in his nest. They can’t drag Optimus off the ship and recover his memories because Ratchet won’t allow it and oh no… now Magnus has been dragged into the nest as well. 

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TTTE school headcanons because i have nothing better to do

Thomas: That one child that the teachers cannot seem to get to sit still. Absolute chatterbox, yet somehow gets an A on all of his classes. He is 100% the kid that starts food fights in the cafeteria. Somehow he's that one kid that constantly gets into trouble but never seems to get expelled. Constantly bouncing off the walls like a 5 year old who just had coffee, and god pray that the child he just shoved in the locker is okay.

Edward: The president of the student council. Very responsible and always pays attention in school. Keeps the "annoying kids" in line (Thomas, Bill and Ben). Wise, kind, and helpful around the school, always volunteers to assist anyone in need. Practically a cool grandpa but won't hesitate to kick your ass or berate you if you need it. People know when to back off when he gets too stern with them. A mad Edward was a very scary Edward.

Henry: One of the popular kids alongside Gordon and James. A pretty good student aside from minor bullying. He loves to make fun of the smaller kids below him, but his popularity makes up for it. One of the bigger kids as well. Likes biology because of his love for plants, probably gets an A+ in that class. Would probably be a good candidate for the student council if it wasn't for him teasing the others. Thomas pranked him one time and got a terrifying death glare from him.

Gordon: The boastful boy of the school. One of the popular kids alongside Henry and James. He thinks too full of himself and thinks he is the smartest in the school. He's popular all around school. Gets above average grades in all classes, but isn't the smartest as he thinks he is (It's actually Edward). Makes fun of the little kids and teases Thomas a lot. He isn't a fan of pranks though (Percy had replaced his coffee creamer with glue one time and he was not happy.)

James: The drama queen A.K.A queen bee of the school. He always wants to look his best, whether its for class or for prom. Probably dubbed as "one of the prettiest in the school" which boosts and feeds his ego a little too much. Thinks too full of himself. Sassy and sarcastic, teases the little kids but not as much as Gordon does. Gets average grades. Head of the Drama club. He refuses to drink from the water fountains because it's unsanitary.

Percy: A quiet kid. Spends most of his time writing or reading in the library. Gets pretty good grades on everything no matter the subject. A little naive, and a pretty good target for bullying, but he sometimes smartasses his way out of it. Best friends with Thomas, and together, they're an unstoppable duo who would do anything to outsmart the Strike Trio and play jokes on them. He was rejected from the student council because Toby said he was too naive.

Toby: The vice president of the student council. Likes to hang out with Edward like old grandpas. Drinks earl grey tea with Edward and talk about the events that goes around at school. Sometimes, they invite Bill and Ben to enjoy tea with them. Gets above average grades on every subject and is very responsible for everything he does. Considerate and careful, and also very wise. He was caught picklocking into janitors closet by Edward one time, though.

Montague 'Duck': A normal student. Not very smart but not dumb either. Gets average grades and is a pretty chill fellow. The Strike Trio are still apologetic to him, and the four of them still get along greatly. A transfer student, technically. He and Oliver are best friends, and they have a friend group consisting of him, Oliver, Donald, and Douglas. Sometimes, Toad joins them when he feels like it. Whenever Donald passes by, he would always let out a little 'quack' at him.

Donald: A pretty well behaved student, though sometimes he can get out of line. A charming yet witty joker, is always seen with his twin Douglas. He's more selfless and confident in himself, standing up against the bullies, especially when Douglas got into feuds with a spiteful student. He and his brother are one of the few people that the Strike Trio is aware to not piss off, or else it'll get messy. Sometimes, he likes to get mischievous with Thomas and Percy if he feels like it.

Douglas: Secretary of the student council. Calm and collected, but won't hesitate to snap at anyone who makes him ticked off. He's less chaotic than his twin, who he is always seen with. Not a fan of defending himself or fighting back, which is why he has Donald to fight for him most of the time, as when he was against a spiteful student. He's always up for mischief though, if the prank is good enough. Edward, Toby, and Emily were not pleased to find mustard in their tea.

Oliver: Hangs out with Duck, Donald, and Douglas most of the time. Used to be cocky and arrogant, but is now more humble and wise after some other students bullied him. Still regrets the time where he accidentally injured Scruffey to the point he was hospitalised. Whenever with Douglas, he is always down for a trick or two. Likes to hang out with Toad, they're practically inseparable. Douglas was not impressed when he taught Toad how to say 'Bitch' in Gaelic.

Emily: Treasurer of the student council. An elegant straight A student. Likes to spend her time with Thomas and James, and they all get together to pull pranks on the others. Despite this, she's a good student and works very hard. Sometimes, she has to put Thomas and James back in line because they're just too cheeky and naughty. Almost sort of like a big sister to the engines. Is still currently figuring out ways to get back at Douglas for the 'mustard tea'.

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THE BAND CLUB!!!! (MY ANIME CLUB OCS!)

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INFORMATION ABOUT THE CHARACTERS!! (LEFT TO RIGHT):

Laurelle, THE Gal

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LEADER/PRESIDENT OF THE CLUB.

> Guitarist, Lead Vocalist

- Is usually a cheery, supportive, and fun girl to be around with. Usually has band sessions close to where the Anime Club's at. Avid Weezer fan. Though given the fact that she's nice to some people (most especially her friends/closest friends), she absolutely DESPISES the Anime Club. Let's say her band's having their rehearsals, and THEN the Anime Club would be, I'unno, blasting random anime music. Who does Laurelle despise the most in the Anime Club? Mort. Definitely Mort. She gets into arguments and banters with that lil fella occasionally, also poking fun of their weeb behaviour. Gets a weird feeling around him sometimes, makes her spine shiver with the thought of someone watching her from afar (Mort). Finds either Mark or Dave interesting. Oh right, Clyde and Laurelle are childhood friends. She's chill with him. Probably the only Anime Club guy she tolerates (aside from Dave). I could say she's part of the student council and sometimes tries to get the Anime Club in trouble.

》 LIKES: Seals (Harp, specifically), Playing music, Weezer, The Ergs!, Blur, Her special violin, Videogames, her friends, her pet maltipoo named Daisy, LOVESSSS Rivers Cuomo (80's-ish era with his BOWLCUT!!)

》 DISLIKES: Any insects (Yes, ants too), dirty areas, The Anime Club, Mort

Oliver, THE Striker

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VICE-PRESIDENT OF THE CLUB

> Drummer

- Sanest of them all. Very into SOAD or Korn. He's really chill! When it comes to the Anime Club, though, he doesn't mind them. Just finds them weird sometimes, usually with the Japanese terms/words they use so randomly. Probably dislikes Mort too, he finds him greasy. (Mort slander but I love Mort. . . I DON'T EVEN CARE!!) He's a very skilled drummer too! Probably gets along with Dave reaaaal well. He can also play the guitar! But prefers drumming 'cause he likes the thrill of it.

》 LIKES: Moths, Drumming, his friends/bandmates, beaches, sweets, other Metal Bands, being quiet

》 DISLIKES: Clingy girls/fangirls, whenever the band is sometimes not following the right tempo, not being in the right tempo whenever he drums, losing his drumsticks, whenever Erick is being annoying

Erick, THE Don Juan

> Guitarist, Backing vocal #1

- He.. Um. All I can say is, FREAKY. Probably gets the girls too. Doesn't care what people think of him, just as long as he feels himself and is having fun with what he does. Probably bullies the Anime Club with Laurelle. They're almost like siblings!! He's insecure about his braces though, but he can't help himself to smile with his teeth. With the Anime Club, yeah, he makes fun of them. He also likes picking on Clyde mostly because he's usually the sensitive one, but Laurelle catches him doing so and just scolds him for picking on her childhood friend.

》 LIKES: Women, his guitar, any music, picking on Clyde, making fun of the Anime Club with Laurelle, petting his dog, online dating (occasionally), his fans, comics

》 DISLIKES: Mint Chocolate Chip Icecream, The Anime Club, "Weird" girls, catfishers

Nolan, THE Nerd

> Bassist, Backing Vocal #2

- Nerdiest of the three. Loyal follower of Laurelle. He gets along with ALL of the Anime Club members. In fact, he sometimes hangs out with them. Turns into a shaky jittery mess whenever he gets confronted about something he's done/generally just gets shouted at randomly. Sometimes Laurelle asks him to disclose secret embarrassing information from the Anime Club members for blackmail, but Nolan politely declines. He's scared of Erick for some reason. Maybe it's because of how he's so easygoing and extroverted. Likes reading novels or any educational books in general, mainly Science with biology. Despite his geeky look, he can actually sing good! Bravo, Nolan!

》 LIKES: Books, Singing, Making up basslines, Giving Laurelle for chord ideas or melody ideas, Anime, Talking about his interests

》 DISLIKES: Confident/Out-going people, Crowder Areas, Pornography (He gets shy and probably wees himself due to being too flustered.), Getting wrong answers, No one listening to him ramble, Getting yelled at

[transingthoseformers]

Tarn Leading Decepticons because all of High Command got locked on Earth and it was him, Strika, or Deadlock both of whom said "not it" and now Tarn is being summoned to be sworn in with trumpets and a crown and throne and is deeply, deeply traumatized by this conceptually.

Vaguely TFE Decepticons and everything going very, very wrong.

He shows up after working away ten years, finds out Megatron went Autobot and then that he's putbof reach and all of High Command is assumed dead but hey they have life on the planet again, gets sworn in andthe All Spark immediately goes missing from where Strika secured it, then Autobots attack to steal it back so they don't have it and during this the Quintessons show up to invade, and now he is constantly near tears being relentlessly bullied by Jazz, Ironhide, Deadlock, and Strika (Ultra Magnus, Chromia, Kup, and Obsidian are generally nicer) while praying desperately for anyone, even Starscream to come take command from him.

He despises that young Autobots Thunderclash and Hot Rod are the two most sympathetic to him and writes increasingly graphic fantasies about revenge against his deadbeat Mom Megatron for leaving him with this.

Tarn is the youngest person on this war council, and no one lets him forget it. The DJD are trying to be supportive of their baby leader, but literally only Kaon's skills translate to usefulness with him and Blaster filling in Soundwave's role.

See you got exactly which continuity I've been testing this for

Both of whom said "not it"

Exactly, Tarn got the short stick

Yesssss on Tarn being practically on autopilot and questioning everything the entire time. He will not admit he misses Megatron (at least not in those exact words)

Tarn: Lord Megatron I'm home, whe— what the frag happened here where is my Lord

Yesss on this exactly being when the Quintessons invade, the planet is vulnerable and rebuilding, perfect time to interrupt it.

Sdghj love the little idea here that yes, faction means nothing right now beyond "we need to beat the shit out of the Quintessons and get them off of our planet first thing's first" and Tarn is having such a time of it

Sfgjk yes the angry rants he writes to himself, typical Tarn behavior. Oooo on him being relatively younger in this au? Oo?

Absolutely no one lets him forget it. Strika who packs his lunch and he consistently makes a fuss about it (in her defense she wouldn't have to if the fucker didn't keep forgetting to fuel)

The DJD are trying😁

[lord-squiggletits]

Your Tarn posts make me think about him more

He's a victim but he has so many victims himself, but the person that he is, that cause those victims, was delibrately cultivated. Tarn of the DJD was intentional, and that worse somehow

I have to ask, what do you think it would look like if Tarn, somehow & for whatever reason, decided to take the road of healing, to put whatever pieces of himself back together

YEAH I THINK SO FUCKING MUCH ABOUT THAT, even from my first MTMTE read when I didn't care much about him as a blorbo, I thought it was crazily compelling how Tarn was at once an absolute terrifying monster but also the most pathetic, sad little bully boy in an oversized body at the same time akldjlfksd. Like, you look at Tarn and the horrible shit he did to Pharma, all the victims of the DJD, Skids, the alt. Lost Light, etc and he seems like a completely unstoppable force. Then you actually look behind the mask and Tarn's just so... incredibly short-sighted, blindly worships, really volatile and thoughtless, and ultimately gets his shit rocked by Megatron in what's basically a no-contest loss. It feels really bad like... how can it be that someone so pathetic was able to cause so much destruction before he was put down? In the ideal world, you want to believe that shitty, weak people are powerless, but it turns out that sometimes shitty, weak people can actually be in positions of power (in terms of hierarchy, physical might, politics, etc) and when they do they can hurt an incredibly disproportionate amount of people compared to their actual strength of character as a person. As an example, pre-insanity/mania Pharma was so obviously a better person than Tarn, but look how that ended up: this absolute prodigy of a doctor, next in line to be CMO, a normal good Autobot in all accounts. Gets completely wrecked and turned into a mentally ill, insane asshole that loses everything and everyone he ever valued, and Tarn literally never even thinks about him again. God.

As to how I'd handle Tarn healing arc...

The short answer: I actually want to write about Tarn taking a road of healing, heel-face turn arc in the Pen Pals Tarnma AU I've talked about occasionally on this blog/in asks! So... when I post that fic, literally just (gestures at the whole thing)

The long answer:

If canon-divergent, it'd be Dying of the Light but Tarn and co. stop fighting Megatron bc of how pathetic he is. The DJD basically merge forces with Deathsaurus' Decepticons, and they make a sort of neo-Decepticon movement fighting the Galactic Council/Black Rock Consortia. Tarn isn't really a better person morally speaking (yknow the hating organics and wanting conquest thing), but he'd definitely be put on a path where he divorces his sense of self from Megatron and focuses more on his group of comrades: he finds meaning from a collective rather than from worshiping an individual as a god, and Tarn experiences healing from that fact bc instead of a fucked up grooming/parasocial relationship with a distant, uncaring leader, he's actually having real, tangible bonds with people who are equal to him and love and respect him. So, probably still really fanatical to his ideals, but he's a fanatic who loves his comrades as much as he loves his cause.

In a nonspecified AU, let's say during the war with Decepticon Megatron, I think the only way Tarn could get better would be if Megatron got better and then took the time/care to make Tarn better along with him. Unfortunately, Tarn has been manipulated in such a way that Megatron is literally his entire axis of morality/purpose/etc, and I think he doesn't have enough agency and independence to start healing except unless Megatron says "shittiest of my sons, why don't you deradicalize and maybe you'll calm down." It'd basically take Megatron un-grooming Tarn first, and then for Tarn to get some kind of purpose/relationship outside of him for Tarn to regain the independence he had as Damus, which would then allow him to pull the rest of the way from Megatron and go his own way. (Incidentally, this is what happens in the Pen Pals AU)

In a scenario that I don't even know how it'd happen but I desperately want it to happen: Optimus "I can fix him" Prime and Tarn are forced to work together in some capacity which leads to a slowburn mending of their relationship. Not like Tarn becomes an Autobot, or goes back to being Damus, but like... idk, Optimus is the one to deradicalize Tarn and make him realize that Megatron manipulated the shit out of him. Somehow. I would really like these two to interact so badly, and for Tarn to also have a mentor/paternal-esque relationship with someone besides Megatron. (This also happens in Pen Pals AU ldskfjlsd I told you that fic was the true Tarn Redemption Story dlksfjlsdsf)

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Hey nerd, how do you feel about writing a highschool au for your Habits? I wanna see what kinds of clubs and cliques they would form. Also petty low stakes drama and bullying time!!!

A Skull Council High School AU - Cliques and Freaks

Features: Centralia, Fairmount, Loathesome, Stephbit, Northstar, Forgotten Warnings: None

Forgotten would absolutely be the loner kid who’s a secret badass. He’d usually keep to himself, but when push comes to shove, he can really hold his own. He’s the kid you could run to for a shoulder to lean on, or a friend to kick someone’s ass for you. Granted, he’s not much for conversation, but he’d sweet in his own way.

Loathesome would be the detention kid, no question about it. He’d be in the back of class cracking jokes and tossing paper balls, carving things into the desk, teaching other kids how to make rubberband guns, all kinds of shit. He’d be living in detention most of the time, but there’s a certain kind of appeal to it.

Centralia would be the quiet kid that you kinda avoid for your own safety. Typically, he’d be in detention alongside Loathesome, but rather than flinging paper balls, he’d be lighting trashcans on fire, writing up lists of people he hates, and, well, definitely being the kid wearing a trenchcoat in summer.

Stephbit would be the queen bee, or at least she’d think she is. Whether or not she really ends up as the most popular girl in school is irrelevant, she acts like she owns the place, and if challenged, will destroy kneecaps, no questions asked. Getting in good with her does mean getting the best table at lunch though, since the last guy who tried to sit there without permission went missing.

Fairmount would be a theater kid, no doubt about it. He’s got the flair, he’s got the skirts, he’s got the disgusting shapeshifting! Regardless, he’s a complete delight to watch and be around. Sure, he’s a little unstable… A lot unstable, but he’s sweet, and hey, he’ll do your makeup for you!

Northstar would be jocky, but secretly a huge nerd. I’m talking dungeons and dragons every saturday night. Be careful, if he even gets the slightest idea you might think dragons are neat, you’ll end up in his basement with 12 other people raiding the dungeons of Gragnok the Dark wizard.

Centralia and Loathesome tend to stick near each other, while Fairmount tends to bounce between bugging Stephbit, fawning over Northstar, and poking Forgotten to see if he responds to him.

All of them casually bully Evan.

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

The Scions' opinions of important political meetings and Alliance war councils, a thread:

Estinien: if Aymeric won't be there, okeydokey, whatever 👍 but if Aymeric WILL be there, absolutely not!! being subjected to questions like "my friend! what've you been up to?" and "how are you?" is more than he feels like dealing with tbh. also if he has to suffer Aymeric bullying him about his lack of money sense one more time he's dragoon jumping out the window

Krile: politics aren't my forte but if you need me to, I'll go :)

Alisaie: UUUUGGGHHHH [bangs head on table]

Alphinaud: this is his natural habitat. it is also where he's most powerful, so beware !!

Thancred: putting that PhD in espionage to good use and helping his friends/allies in so doing is good for his health (and his self-esteem)

Y'shtola: sometimes it's a tasty problem to chew on and sometimes it's just annoying. if Garlemald is involved, it's probably the latter

Urianger: he's been invited to exactly two meetings out of like 30 and only attended one (and showed up unannounced to another). he'd rather stay home and do nerd shit or go scouting with Thancred. we stan an introverted nerd king ✌️

G'raha Tia: just happy to be brought along for the ride ❤️ no situation is unbearable so long as he's by his inspiration's side 😊

O'ravi: [doodling chibis of her friends on the back of a report and scribbling hearts around them] wydm this is "work", i'm just hanging out with my boyfriend and my besties

[scalamore]

Fan rambling: Rupe liking Lari

I like the in-between-reasons the story gave us for WHY Rupert likes Lari and why he's so loyal to her (despite him telling us he doesn't know why, he just does). SO, early in the series, Lari was VERY pushy at sticking around him all the time. She wasn't happy about it, but "she had to" if she was going to earn his trust. On the other hand, Rupert didn't like how she was always acting like an abandoned dog, perking up whenever he was around, and zooming to be by his side and taking up space. She tried her best to make small talk, even when he thought she was being loud and annoying. Both of them knew how fake she was.

But both knew he had an unspoken weakness: he's just a kid who wants warmed and companionship. To have Lari trot up to him on sleepless nights and ask if he's ok, to notice him feeling tired and asking if he wants so me tea, or if he's feeling hurt if he wants some medicine etc, if he's hungry, she'll make some food for him: he couldn't help but really appreciate the fact that she cared about him, even if it was fake. That's the thing, he's just so starved for affection, even if his brain says no, Lari is offering him fake kindness, he still accepted it (and didn't care if it was "fake"). It even got to the point that he stopped questioning her intentions and started craving her attention. After he became crown prince and was healthier and stronger now that he was actually eating well and not being bullied, he didn't really need her attention or care anymore. He has plenty of palace staff and servants ready to attend to his needs. She's still close by as his head maid/attendant, not his personal maidservant anymore. She's nicer now (as she doesn't see him as a tyrant), so she keeps more of a respectable distance befitting proper etiquette.

He starts getting annoyed when she doesn't shower him with concern during the poison arc (because he looked fine,but she did freak out when she thought he HAD been poisoned), and when she starts hiding from him because of 'whatever reason she had' (lol). So it was up to him to start looking for her and to spend time with her.

Because as much as he complained at the start she was too talkative and annoying, one of the parts that he cherished the most about her was how she was just so fun to talk to, and he thought their bickering and bantering was fun. The story establishes that with Lari gone, it's exceedingly hard for ANYONE to fill in the void Lari had left:

New maids only applied because of his power/good looks, and ran away or were scared by his fierceness

dozens of head maids were appointed for him in just the first few months since she left, but resigned because serving him wasn't what they expected

No one tried to see Rupert for who he was, or put in the astronomical effort Lari did to get close to him - so he did the same to them, they were essentially NPC maids to him

Everyone else treated him by his title "Your Majesty" and make sure to be uptight and formal around him - only Lari was the one who he could talk to casually

he got hundreds, thousands of marriage offers, but he trashed them all because he didn't care. If he HAD to absolutely marry someone, he would with Tori because he trusts her somewhat, but even so he wouldn't, because he already chose to either be with Lari or be alone (he'd silence the talkative Noble Elder Council lol)

SO him liking Lari is something much deeper: it was born out of her years of dedication and pushiness in lowering his boundaries. Once she did, HE was the one who would never let her go if he had a choice. ^^