#that's the student council!

[arolegos]

who let this freak get a job

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere student council President x delinquent reader

Warnings: some mild smut obsessiveness and possessiveness

enjoy my single-pringles~♥

Yandere student council President Who's furious and in disbelief when he was informed, he was asked to get a delinquent back on track because the school didn't know what else to do.

Yandere student council President Who's jaw dropped once he saw you get dragged in by the principal and you were nothing like he expected.

Yandere student council President Who's amazed by how gorgeous you are and is even more amazed by your grades you were a genius you just didn't have the goody two shoes mindset.

Yandere student council President Who's more than happy to take you into the council and help you become the lover star student you were meant to be.

Yandere student council President who gets you moved to each one of his classes to obsessively stare keep an eye on you.

Yandere student council President Who keeps you in longer after school because of council work but in reality, he just wants more time to be around you.

Yandere student council President Who always gives you unreasonable amounts of work to do every day you just look so cute when you're tired

Yandere student council President Who gets you kicked out of all your other clubs claiming they weren't as important as the council.

Yandere student council President Who denies all your accusations of him being part of the reason all your other friends were expelled; how dare you think he'd do such a thing and besides they were a bad influences anyway.

Yandere student council President Who finds your attitude endearing if you look this pretty cursing at him imagine how pretty you'd look praising him and telling you how much you love him or moaning his name.

Yandere student council President Who hates how worked up you get him it's so frustrating how hard you get him and even more so having to relieve himself to your pictures in the bathroom imagining that pretty mouth of yours sucking him off.

You didn't need those useless ruffians anyway my love they were a bad influence I'm the only one you need~

[mebssann]

Amity pestered Principal Bump enough times that he finally allowed Hexside to have a student council

[notherpuppet]

I laughed so much while drawing this 💖 anime overlord high AU

[kristybluebird]

"I feel like something bad is going to happen to me. I feel like something bad has happened. It hasn't reached me yet but it's on its way" (Lake Mungo 2008)

[robo-milky]

Wanted to base the masquerade fit on Anthony Warlow’s version- looking closely, I just love the two bows on the shoulders??? Idk what it is but I love outfits that are huge and accentuate the silhouette- like it screams power-

[heartfullofleeches]

Rich Yan paying off the popular crowd and bullies initially to tease the quiet kid to further ostracize the quiet kid and be their only source of comfort when the harassment become to much for them to take, only for quiet darling to absolutely floor the first person that touches them. Cue "God, I wish that were me." energy in Yan and pushing more people into the fire to watch their darling walk home with bruised knuckles and someone else's blood on their sleeves

-

"Hey!- Freak!"

Quiet reader remains silent as the bully approaches, digging through the grass as their shadow towers over them. The bully grits their teeth.

Bully: Didn't you hear me call your name? Answer me when I talk to you -

The bully lifts reader up by the collar. As they're dragged to their feet, Reader tightens their grip on the jagged rock they picked up - driving their fist into the jaw of their attacker. The first hit knocks them off balance, the second on their back and the hard pavement. Reader stands over them, dismissive, as their plant their foot on their chest

"f...uck.. wait... I don't even....."

Reader completely ignores them and strikes them with the rock over and over - stopped only by a gentle hand pulling them back and a damp rag wiping at the specks of red sprinkling their face

"Hey there! Got a little something on your face. Might wanna stop now before things get outta hand, yea?

Reader shrugs them off and gets up, walking away as Rich Yan pulls out their wallet. They tuck a few bills in the bully's pocket and pat their cheek as they slowly come to.

"Little something extra for all your help.."

Yan clicks their tongue as the bully turns away.

"Oh, don't start crying now. We'll get those teeth fixed soon."

[villainartist]

unfriendly haters (pg oumota edition)

[scremogirl]

✪⁂✫彡𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓✵✥☆ミ★ ???

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞

Yandere Student Council Pres x Nonchalant reader

I’m not sure if I should retitle this to Yandere! Childhood friend x reader or not. There’s not a lot of the fact he’s the SCP shown in the story. I felt like I went a little off track. I got so consumed in writing😭. I already have a post like that on my page so I didn’t want to make it confusing. I don’t know if I should’ve said unemotional reader either. Idk let me know what you think. Have fun reading!

He was at the top of the food chain. Good grades, teachers liked him, students feared him, rich, good looking, and most importantly; the student council president. With that being said, why wouldn’t he leave you alone?

Takenya was a stuck up priss in your opinion. Always lecturing you about things you could do in order of improvement. You weren’t popular but you weren’t one of those weird Naruto kids that sat in the back of the class and ate crayons either. You just existed. Someone so average at everything somehow attracted the most “perfect” guy in school. Your grades were fine; a straight A-B student with the occasional C here and there. Your attendance on the other hand… well maybe he’s not so wrong about that, but who actually wants to be at school anyways?

“I don’t understand why you don’t try harder? You could easily surpass most of our class,”

“You need to come to school. This behavior would never pass in the real world. What would your employer think of you just not showing up?”

“Chocolate for lunch…really? If you want to stay healthy you’ll need to-“

Why does he care so much anyways? Sure, you used to be friends in like what, fifth grade? You used to get bullied in school for being different. You just didn’t like the things that kids your age were supposed to like. But… it never bothered you. You weren’t emotionless per se, it’s just, why care what others have to think?

Mellisa Grey. The girliest of all girls. She used to have it out for you when you were younger. Calling you names and bumping your shoulder whenever you walked by. You put up with it until the end of the year; fifth grade graduation. That evening she and her crew thought it’d be funny to pour milk on the shy little nerdy boy in your class. Some spilled on your dress, that you didn’t mind, but the tears of the boy next to you made you. Something inside of you just snapped. You shot up from your seat grabbing a first full of her hair and slammed her head onto the wooden table. Not stopping until you saw the wire of her pink, sparkly braces fly out her mouth. Well, that was what you wanted to do; the teachers came too early for you to inflict any further damage. The most you got was a broken nose and a lawsuit. She transferred schools after that, and you got the whoopin of a lifetime. You didn’t care. You didn’t feel bad at all. If anything you felt elated seeing her in pain and the rage on her parents faces as the cussed child you out. You didn’t cry or yell when your parents picked you up. You weren’t phased by the belt or the palm of your mothers hand striking you. You didn’t feel anything. So why were you so upset on someone else's behalf anyways?

You knew this kid. I mean, how couldn’t you when he would follow you around 24/7.

“H-Hi… my names Takenya” you just blankly stared. His sheepish gaze barely meets yours from behind his big fat glasses.

“…Do I know you?”

“Well…no. But I know you!”

“Good for you I guess.” You continued to go back and forth on the swing, not acknowledging the boy's existence at all. The swing he sat on remained stationary, never once dropping his gaze from you.

“Uhm… I just wanted to thank you for yesterday,” Hm? What was he talking about? He saw the confusion in your face when you turned around to ask and beat you to the point.

“You probably don’t know me. We’re not in the same class,” Right. So why is he talking to you? Again, before you could ask he cut you off.

“The other day when recess started you helped me pick up all of my stuff after Carter pushed me down; remember? I-I just wanted to say thank you for sticking up for me” Ohhh, you do remember him now. He was that shy little rich kid that transferred here at the end of fourth grade. He didn’t have many friends, let alone any at all. Everyone had grown up with each other and formed friend groups at this poin. He was a little late to the party so he didn’t fit in. He wasn’t worried about the next episode of Ninjago and didn’t find humor in looking up the words penis and vagina in the dictionary at the school library when the teacher wasn’t looking. His hair long, tied back into a neat ponytail and not buzzed into a Mohawk like half the boys in your grade. He had glasses that almost covered the entirety of his upper face. He always ate his pb&js on whole wheat instead of white and preferred celery sticks over fruit snacks. So, just like you, he got bullied just because he was different.

“Oh yea. I remember you now. You’re welcome by the way,” he grinned. The first time you saw him smile ever since he came to your school.

That marked the day of a long friendship.

That was until you went to middle school. You think puberty had something to do with it. He grew into his face more and sized down those jellyfishing glasses. His scrawny figure gained slightly more bulk and dressed in a more modern fashion. His hair remained the same; a bit shorter than before but still longer than most guys. You’ve always liked his hair. He would let you braid it sometimes when he was too distracted playing on his DS. He didn’t get acne like many of the other kids your grade either, skin smooth and clear. All the girls found him to die for. Your nonchalant behavior rubbed off on him and he became more confident in himself. Not letting his elementary school self be reflected into now. He became a bit too obsessed with his studies for a middle schooler; pushing all his ways on you. He would always follow you around blabbing about not attending gym class. He even started hanging around the same snotty rich kids he would complain to you about. You became annoyed. So you cut him off. Just like that. Stopped talking to him, answering his texts, not sitting with him at lunch or in class. Even after all the rejection at his advances, he came running back to you. Not willing to let you go so easily.

The school bell rings signaling the end of 4th pd and beginning of lunch. You were planning to go off campus today and not come back. Keys in hand you make your way to the student parking lot. However, someone’s blocking the exit. He’s gotten taller, about 6’2-6’3; sleeper build accommodating his height. Glasses thinner and sit perfectly on the bridge of his nose. Hair as long as ever, tyed back with that same white ribbon you gave him years ago; revealing an undercut. He fixes the collar of his button up and readjusts his tie and vest.

“And exactly…just where do you think your going?”

“To lunch,”

“The cafeteria is that way,” he points with a slender finger, decorated by a diamond ring. It shimers under the lights above reflecting against his matching earrings.

“Off campus,” he raises his eyebrow, folding his arms.

“Knowing you, you won’t come back. You do realize your request for a half day schedule is still pending right? You also recognize that I’m the one who assists the principal in granting them as well?” You don’t answer him, already knowing we're going with this.

“As I said before, your attendance needs improving before I-… we can grant it,” what a pain in the ass this guy is. You try to walk past him but he stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t eat school lunch. I’ll be back after,” he gives you an unamused look. Hand gripping your shoulder a little tighter as you try to take another step.

“You know I can’t let you do that. Not unless you don’t want a new schedule,” he pauses.

“Not unless I come with you,” you look up.

“You’re paying?” His eyes widened slightly, shocked at your willingness. But he can’t be too surprised, he knows you don’t care about anything unless you get what you want.

“Of course I am. You need to spend your money on other priorities; like a new math textbook,” you ignore the subtle jab and walk to his car. No need to ask where as he parks next to you everyday to make sure he knows you’ve actually show up. Definitely not because your the first thing he wants to see in the morning.

“I don’t understand why you come to McDonald’s of all places,” he lets out a sigh, handing his card to the drive through worker. He drives up to the next window waiting for the food.

“It’s not healthy. You seriously should consider my offer in taking you to that new place down the street,”. He looks over when he doesn’t get a response; noticing the music blasting from your headphones as you look at the door. He sighs again before taking the food from the workers hand and grabbing your headphones. You turn your head to look at him but your gaze shifts to the bag in his hand. You reach over and grab a fry out of the bag and he s his eyes. Pulling into the parking lot, he silently watches you eat. This brings him so much nostalgia. He misses eating lunch with you everyday. Ranting while you just sit there and chew. He misses having someone listening to him about something that’s not related to school. After you stopped *attempted* talking to him in the beginning of 7th grade, his heart felt like it got ripped out of his chest.

He’s never felt anything his whole life. His father would tell him that one day he’ll find someone who makes him feel everything, makes life worth it. He’d seen the love shared between his parents everyday. He always wanted that. In the fourth grade all of that came true. He saw you getting off the bus making your way to school. He saw the way you helped up Michael Lemitzki, a dorky little boy, after Conner pushed him down. Shaggy hair, braces lining his teeth, comic books all on the floor. How pathetic. You weren’t scared of Conner at all. He was bigger than you and more popular than you, but you didn’t care. You kept a straight face as he threatened you and held your composure. No emotion showing whatsoever.

He thought you were beautiful. It was love at first sight. He was too busy staring at you to hear his father calling out to him. He followed his son's gaze to you. He looked back down at the small boy and gave a knowing smile. Takenya just stared at the other boy hugging you with tears down his face. Why is he touching you like that? Push him away already! That day he purposely made himself a target to the bullying of Melissa and Conner. Hoping that one day, you’ll save him the same way you did Jacob. He got bigger glasses, grew his hair out, and started dressing like the typical “nerd”. He would leave candies in your cubby, prized limited edition Pokémon cards in your backpack, brand new color pencils and markers showed up around you. He started to lose hope though. Why haven’t you noticed him yet!? Sure he’s never actually talked to you.. but still! Could you not see his effort?! Did you not care? He sat alone at recess that fateful day. He was randomly pushed down, papers and crayons flying out his small hands. He wasn’t in the mood for Connors teasing today. To caught up on the fact that the love of his life may never see him they way he’s dreamed of. Oh the dramatic mind of a fifth grader. He clutched the safety scissors that flew out of his pencil pouch watching the dick of an elementary schooler turn around. He was about to get up but stopped as he saw someone bend down beside him. It was you! You helped gather all his things and placed them into his arms. His heart pounded in his chest and the blush on his face spread like wildfire. Before he could say anything you walked away. Taking your place on the swing set. He hurriedly put all his things away before trying to build up the courage to come talk to you. He took to long, however, as the teacher soon yelled for everyone to make their way into the line back to their respective class.

As he reminisces on the past, an alarm rings. Telling him that it’s time to make his way back to school. You’ve already finished all your food and somehow managed to take your headphones back.

“What?” You say snapping him out of his trance. He didn’t even realize he was staring.

“Nothing,”

You make your way back to the school and go your separate ways. He walks you to class ensuring that you get there. Out the corner of his eye he sees someone wave to you. Lemitzki. His hairs more well kept, ditched the glasses for contacts showing of his green eyes. He’s taller and has more muscles now. The only thing that hasn’t changed is the jagged line that makes it’s way across his right cheek, interfering with his dimple as he smiles. It’s been awhile, the scar healed well. The once clutzy boy looks at the door and freezes, hand dropping and going pale. There’s a silent stare off between the two before the late bell rings. Takenya makes his way to class, a slight smile on his face at a sudden memory.

Watching him walk away, a fist tightens. Little does he know someone was planning on getting their revenge.

Hi loves! I hope you guys enjoyed. Take is an OC of mine I’ve had for a while just never had a name for him until now. Like his concept was in my head foreverrrr. He might be a reoccurring character. I really like him. But I did put one shot so I’m not sure. Lemme know what y’all want. Check out this post below for a little more context. Hope you enjoyed.

-Love, Sos❤️

[da-janela-lateral]

That's how gossip starts.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! student council president headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― manipulation etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

‎

✎ yandere! student council president who is the school's pride and joy. I mean, who else is as smart, handsome and practically perfect as he is?

✎ yandere! student council president who would have a relatively normal school life until the teachers asked, no, begged him to deal with the school's infamous delinquent. you.

✎ yandere! student council president who initially found you a nuisance. why did you find the need to pick fights with everyone? why did you keep landing yourself in detention?? why???

✎ yandere! student council president who is always arguing with you while he's in charge of the detention students. god, you're infuriating!

✎ yandere! student council president who decides to look into your history and finds out that you actually aren't picking fights with people, you're actually defending those who are being bullied by rich kids!

✎ yandere! student council president who feels like shit after finding out the truth and apologizes to you. he actually feels super guilty and hopes that you can forgive him for being so ignorant :(

✎ yandere! student council president who now stands up for you whenever he sees you bickering with some rich brats. he actually hates them too but since they ignored him, he ignored them as well.

✎ yandere! student council president who notices the way your eyes subtly light up when you see him, the way your cheeks flush and the way you rub your thighs together. god, you're so fucking cute.

✎ yandere! student council president who convinces the teachers to give you another chance. you're actually not that bad! they just simply misunderstand you because you appear to be mean :(

✎ yandere! student council president who uses his title as president to pull you out of class to make out with you. you just taste so good that you make him go crazy! he needs you badly ;D

✎ yandere! student council president who manipulates the school population to like you. if the president likes you then everyone should like you as well! it shows that you're worthy!

✎ yandere! student council president who would do anything for you. you're his beloved delinquent after all ♡

✎ "hey teach, could I pull my delinquent out for a bit? they need a little disciplining~"

[itschoahyuna]

*･ﾟ･ﾟ::･★♥ ♬♪♫ ヾ(*・。・)ﾉ ♬♪♫ ♥*･ﾟ･ﾟ::･★

🍮🌈★極上!!めちゃモテ委員長★ ２０１０⭐🎀

*･ﾟ･ﾟ::･★♥ ♬♪♫ ヾ(*・。・)ﾉ ♬♪♫ ♥*･ﾟ･ﾟ::･★

[transmascutena]

i find it so interesting the way the ideas of being "special" and "chosen" are pretty synonymous with each other within rgu's narrative. wakaba is envious and resentful of the way utena, anthy and saionji are special (mirrored in every black rose duelist and their respective student council member), and she only gets to be considered special herself when she is chosen by one of them. but then, the only reason utena and the student council are considered special in the first place is because they too have been "chosen". by akio. which is, you know, not a good thing for them! and the show makes sure that you can sympathize with both the characters who are chosen in this way, and the problems that come with it, as well as the characters who aren't and how they struggle with that. because at the end of the day it's just another system that turns people against each other to prevent them from recognizing the real issue.

[pingucantswim]

underground theater fights will not save you from developing a crush on your classmates

[updated from the twt version: added masaame]

[teacherdespair]

Spooky Masters relate.

[grandapplewit]

Harem AU where Shen Yuan transmigrates into one of Bingge’s wives shortly after he returns from the other world. After a brief (and frantic) realization that’s she’s a woman (and always has been, but we’re not getting into that right now), she delves deep into this harem drama she’s been thrust into. It’s not until she comes face to face with Luo Bingge that she realizes just WHICH harem drama she’s living, and immediately sets about making his life as good as she can manage. Oh, harem infighting is causing strain on his containers? Simply nudge Liu Mingyan and Sha Hualing into working together to manage the harem. The Northern Desert is hinging on disaster because of clerical neglect? One of her harem sisters has a brother who’s in need of a job, no stress. Luo Binghe’s kids are unruly and there’s no clear successor? She has a college degree and a little sister, teaching a dozen or so demonic children is a breeze! All in the name of giving Luo Binghe the time to find a new wife, of course, one who will disperse with the need for this sprawling harem, and once that happens she’s free to travel and document monsters to her hearts content.