#interactive math exercises

[presswoodterryryan]

Discovering Math Through Playful Problem Solving

By Ariel Math is everywhere! From ancient pyramids to space travel, numbers shape the world around us. We use math to measure time, construct buildings, and even design video games. This week, my homework was packed with multiplication, division, fractions, patterns, and rounding! But instead of just solving equations, I decided to turn math into an adventure! Alice peeked over my worksheet and…

[vivaeducation]

New Directions Environmental Studies Books 1: Engaging Learning

Viva Education presents New Directions Environmental Studies Books 1, a perfect blend of innovation and engagement for young learners. Aligned with NEP-NCF guidelines, this series emphasizes skill-based learning with digital tools like E-books, animations, lesson plans, and Viva AI Buddy. Interactive exercises, worksheets, and activities such as "Elevate Your Skills" inspire critical thinking and environmental awareness. Packed with real-world examples and practical applications, these books ensure holistic development. Transform environmental studies into an engaging journey with New Directions Environmental Studies Books!

[reven1c]

A Little Death

Professor!Lee Byung Hun x Student!Reader

Summary: He wants you but is afraid for his reputation. Warnings: 18+ (minors do not interact), oral (male receiving), age gap (reader is 20, byung hun in his 40s), kinda a sad ending

A/N: I know it’s my 2nd post and i’m already writing a sad one but oh well who cares :3

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You were a simple student trying to get through the classes of getting a degree in Psychology. You always loved psychology since you were 13 years old and always wanted to help people feel better about themselves or figure out something that bothered them. Until you joined college and realised that Psychology is a difficult subject, but no matter what that’s what you wanted to study.

For a weird reason in Psychology there is a subject called statistics that has to do with maths which you always hated, until your 3rd year in college, when the new professor who joined is a hot, charismatic, intelligent and a kinda cute man.

Since your first lesson with him, you have a crush on him. You always try and look at him in class, when you go home you always think of him, and those thoughts turn into dirty thoughts and many more. Your friend always teases you about it but you turn down the fact on having a crush on your professor.

Byung Hun noticed you since the first day he joined this college and he was the one who chose to teach your class. When he has the chance he tries to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face which he finds adorable. He always calls up on you, when you raise your hand, to answer his question so he can hear your voice.

One day you thought of approaching him, so when the class ended you walked towards his desk “Hi Mr Byung Hun”

“Oh hello, Y/N. Did something happen?” he asks a bit confused since no one would come up to his desk, all the students would quickly leave the class to go to their homes.

You chuckle “Oh no no everything is fine. I just don’t understand a unit and came here to ask you if you could help me” you say while smiling

Byung Hun stunned says “Of course of course what is it?”

You explain to him the unit you don’t understand and what exactly troubles you.

“Okay come here so i can explain it to you”

You stand next to him while your heart starts beating faster by the fact that you are standing so close to him. You lean a bit forward, closer to his face and he starts explaining to you.

Through the time he was explaining you weren’t even hearing him, you were observing his face and his facial futures. His beautiful eyes, his lips… especially his lips that you want to kiss so bad.

“Do you understand?” he turns his head towards you, his question waking you up from your dream.

“Uh yeah yeah now i understand” you throw a smile anxiously

You both freeze when you realise how close your faces are.

Byung Hun looks at your lips and back to your eyes “Okay Y/N if you have any other questions you can always come to me. Now you can leave” he says nervously.

You look into his eyes a couple seconds more and stand up “Uh thank you Mr Byung Hun. Have a good day” you turn and leave the class while your heart is ready to leave your chest by how fast is beating.

—

For a whole week there was a tension between the two of you. When you would leave his class, he would throw a smile at you and you always return it.

While Byung Hun was teaching, you and your friend were laughing which made him a bit angry “Y/L/N (your last name) will stay after class”

You freeze “But i didn’t do anything”

“I don’t care” and he returns to his lesson

After class ended you walked up to his desk “So what do i have to do?”

“Do some exercises on the unit you didn’t understand” he smiles sarcastically

“Oh okay” you say stunned cause you clearly didn’t understand that unit, even though he explained it to you, since you chose to day dream. You bring a chair to his desk, sit and try to do the exercises.

Byung Hun notices you struggling and chuckles “You didn’t actually understand when i explained it to you, did you?” he smirks

You look up to him and side smile “Uh well no” you shrug

He comes a bit closer to your face “And why is that?”

You freeze not knowing what to say.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he chuckles

You look into his eyes and he smirks “Come here” he motions to his lap. Your eyes widen “Don’t be scared.” he chuckles and you stand up and sit on his lap.

He looks at you and observes your face. He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear “Where you day dreaming about your professor?” he smirks.

You gulp and keep your mouth shut. Byung Hun laughs “Why are you not answering? You know girls who don’t answer to me, get punished” he smirks.

Your heart keeps getting faster and realise that you are getting wet by your professor.

“Will you answer me?” he says while he brought his hand behind my neck. You nod your head as an answer.

“Use your words, dear” he presses a bit on your neck “Y-yes i was day dreaming about you” you breath out air that you have been holding for a while now.

“Attagirl” he smiles “And what exactly were you day dreaming?” he looks deep into your eyes waiting for an answer.

You mumble and lower your head, not wanting him to hear cause you are kinda embarrassed. “I didn’t hear you, doll. Speak louder” he caps your chin to make you look at him “I was having dirty thoughts of you” your face getting red.

Byung Hun smirks with your truth “You were having dirty thoughts about me, your professor?” he says while caressing your arms making you get goosebumps.

“I know that’s fucked up-“ he shuts you up with a kiss. You freeze for a second and then kiss him back “It’s not fucked up, okay? More fucked up is me having those kinda thoughts about you”

You look at him stunned “You did?”, he nods, “Then i guess that’s more fucked up” and you both laugh.

“Since the moment i stepped on this college and saw you” he starts kissing your neck “I have been having these thoughts” he continues by leaving little bites behind and a whimper slips from your lips “Thinking about your face, your body, you” he smiles.

You smirk and kiss him. You caught him off guard which he just laughed off. The kiss was so passionate that made you melt. You break the kiss and slowly get off his lap and fall to your knees.

Byung Hun freezes “What are you doing?”

“I want to please my professor. Can’t i?” you smirk

He caresses your cheek with his thumb “Hmm i wouldn’t mind”

You smile and while looking at him you unzip his pants and slip a bit off his underwear. Your lips leave a lil gasp and he chuckles. You bring your hand to his dick and slowly stroke it. Byung Hun moans. You feel yourself getting more and more wet.

Without a second passing you take his dick into your mouth and at first you slowly go up and down making him moan “Oh just like that doll” and with him saying that, it made you moan on his dick.

You start going faster making Byung Hun groan and he brings his hand to grap your hair. Tears stream down your face.

“Your pretty face getting fucked looks so good. Keep going” you continue going up and down when suddenly Byung Hun stops you, having his dick down on your throat trying not to gag. You moan and he feels himself getting closer “I think i’m close”

Byung Hun fucks your face trying to get closer to his climax “Oh god Y/N you are taking my dick so good”

You let him do whatever he wants with your head and the only thing you can do is moan on his dick.

He lets a loud moan and he cums in your mouth “Ah yes” He takes your head off his dick “You better swallow it”

You swallow his cum and open your mouth to show him.

“That’s my good girl” he praises and wipes your tears off your face “I hope i didn’t hurt you” he looks at you in awe

“No Im okay don’t worry” you smile and stand up “I guess i have to go home now” you kiss him

Byung Hun groans “Okay”. You turn and look at him for the last time and leave the classroom.

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Byung Hun since yesterday, the only thing he had in his mind was you. How good you looked getting face fucked. But in the back of his mind he thought that it was a bad idea.

On the other hand you were the happiest person. You couldn’t sleep because you were only thinking about him.

You went to college, entered the classroom and sit next to your friend with a smile on your face “Whose dick did you sucked?” she asks and you hit her while laughing.

Byung Hun enters the classroom without books “Today’s lesson won’t happen. Everyone you can go home”. When he finished talking the whole class cheered and quickly left the class. You, though, stayed behind to see him.

“Hi” you say happily

“Hello” he says without any emotion

You look at him confused “Byung Hun is everything okay?” you walk closer to him.

“No it’s not” he spits “What happened yesterday should be forgotten. This between us must stop”

You freeze when you see him getting angry and saying those things “W- What? Why?” you try not to cry.

“We shouldn’t have done what we did yesterday. It’s literally fucked up. Everything is fucked up” he walks closer to you raising his voice “If anyone learns what happened i can lose my job or even they can kick you out of this school” he stops in front of your face.

You look into his eyes with your eyes wide when a tear slips on your cheek.

Byung Hun groans “Don’t even try and cry in front of me”

“I will do whatever i want” you get angry “Then why did you let me suck your dick if we came to this point huh? WHY?!” You start crying “You should have stopped me- or no, I should have stopped myself” you back up slowly “I am so dumb for falling for you”

He walks towards you “No Y/N”. You raise a brow “No what now? You are gonna tell me you weren’t thinking right? That you are scared? That you are a pussy?” you laugh sarcastically “Oh my god i’m so dumb”

Byung Hun looks at you with pity since you caught him; that’s what he wanted to tell you but he brought it to this point “I’m sorry”

“No no i don’t want to hear it” you get your bag and turn to him for the last time “I don’t want to see you again” and turn to leave the class.

He watches you leave without stopping you.

[as-if-and-only-if]

I'm interested in forming a sort of...math & physics reading group network. well, with some very important modifications to the concept of "reading group".

for example, right now, I'd like to learn algebraic geometry, qft, and/or refresh myself on representation theory with someone—maybe just one or two people—meaning that traditionally, we'd pick a text for one of these topics, discuss the material (asynchronously or synchronously?), exchange exercises, etc.

but currently (being Between Institutions), my best bet is posting on tumblr. and that's a pretty good bet, tbh! there are a lot of us here!

though, wouldn't it be great if there were a way to coordinate groups like this across institutions? you make a post proposing a group, specifying your goals and constraints...

even that would be a boon. but I think the concept of a "reading group" itself could be changed in interesting ways. this is what I'm really interested in.

there are variations among reading groups themselves already. sometimes you have directed reading groups, where someone already knows the material and "leads" it; some people are looking for more or less people involved; and there are probably things to explore for making sure that reading groups stick through it instead of falling apart when some motivation flags. default meeting times help with this, for example.

there are many experiments to be done! I think lessons for group-making can be taken from a maybe-surprising source: theater. there are a lot of things that make groups which put on shows more robust and rewarding than reading groups. a sense of building to something; many factors that create informal group cohesion (e.g. such a structure should make sure it creates more-informal "cafe" time in addition to more-formal "practice" time, just as rehearsal in physical spaces facilitates that casual sort of interaction on its periphery); ways to get into the right headspace during discussions (just as warm-ups do in theater; the engagement with this material is an event); clear goals (e.g. "understand ___"); successive shared accomplishments...to that end I wonder if it makes sense to form math troupes, which do successive reading groups together, drawn from its members.

it might be useful to envision some sort of public-facing artifact created as the culmination of this learning, whether a presentation, or an article, or some novel application or research...the crucial question is: how do we choose a goal that we find meaning in?

one idea, for example, is to have a collection parallel reading groups learning different things, and end by presenting to each other! that way we know what we learn will be meaningful to others, too, from the beginning. in general, I think it's important to feel that our own development of insight and understanding can be meaningful to others and to the group. it's nice to participate; it's nice to be able to offer something that is valued. what form can this take? how can you set up the interactions such that everyone has a part to play, and so this meaningfulness is tangled up in participation in the group?

I've also got a couple of ideas for "activities" that let us engage, re-engage, and play with the concepts we're learning with each other, beyond the text itself. how can we give ourselves the opportunity to toss around the concepts we're learning? I believe that the fun ultimately comes from the understanding itself, and therefore that any group exercise which lets us effectively play with the ideas will be fun.

it's a lot to ask people to come up with structure like that themselves, but using a pre-existing structure is not so difficult! sort of like how it's hard to make a TTRPG itself, so simply saying "go off and roleplay" isn't that helpful, but it's easy to use the structure of an existing one to run a game.

you might say, well, the existing form of a reading group is fine. okay! existing reading group structures can be low-stakes, relaxed, and accessible...but they can also fall apart easily (especially when not tied to an institution, in my experience), and you have to get lucky to find a truly rewarding one. I find reimagining our mechanisms of learning pretty exciting, and I think the space of ways to learn math with each other is underexplored at this level (emphasis on the with each other). there's a lot of potential!

anyway! reply or tag with "!" if this is something you could maybe be interested if done well? or if you're at least curious! I'm just taking a temperature. :)

[robin-evry]

I have no idea if this has already been done(I assume not since I was scrolling through your posts) but what about a Topaz or Jade!Yuu? Either one is fine!

So if usually when I have to choose between two characters, I usually just do both but if one of the characters has already been requested with someone I'll do the other since there's no one request jade and topaz I'll do both

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐙!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐖🪙

Topaz is the Leader of the Special Debts Picket Team and high-level manager of the Strategic Investment Department under the Interastral Peace Corporation. A member of the "Ten Stonehearts" at a young age, Topaz's foundational expertise is "debt retrieval." Her partner, the Warp Trotter "Numby," is also capable of keenly perceiving where "riches" are located, ensuring that jobs based in security, debt collection, and actuarial varieties are of no great challenge. At presently they are traveling the cosmos together, seeking all manner of liability disputes that might be affecting the stable progression of the IPC's businesses.

Manages the finance of nrc, always could be seen with a note pad or a clip board calculating the finance of the school for Crowley not to mention help him calculate the school taxes because he's unable to do basic math.

Approaches everything in nrc like a business venture. Whether it's securing better living conditions at ramshackle or negotiating with vargas to lower PE requirements, they always have a strategy.

Constantly takes notes on people, labeling them by "risk level," "investment potential," and "market value" (to their frustration). Not to mention they would occasionally go around the School and calculate the market value of stuff, they are wondering why Crowley keeps some useless artifacts when he could auction it to get more funds for school.

When interacting with other students, topaz!yuu mentally calculates their “value.” “How useful would they be in a future deal?”, topaz!yuu assessment of their friends can be surprisingly accurate like how Riddle is a “great brand ambassador” or how Cater has “untapped influencer potential.”

Sam and Azul would seek their assistants as long topaz!yuu got a cut of the price, not to mention topaz!yuu would buy the most randomized things in Sam shop and resell it online with a higher price for their own personal money and it actually works

At school first opinion of numby was "What the hell is that" which hurt his feelings. Numby could always be seen with topaz!yuu following them around, assisting them with work or school or just for emotional support.

Sometimes when numby disappear and they would bring back treasure for topaz!yuu, this managed to catch the attention of ruggie and he would start to follow the warp trotter to get some treasure for himself.

Topaz!yuu excels at math people would already consider them to be a human calculator and manage to count complex equations within a second. Sometimes when the lessons become boring topaz!yuu would do some brain exercise counting stuff in their head.

Although topaz!yuu appears all business on the outside, deep down, they make investments based on loyalty and emotional connection. They’ll always back up their friends or team members, offering free magical items or advice without asking for anything in return—though they’d never admit it.

Topaz!yuu is like those types of kid who use their resources to trade stuff from other students, like a bag of oreos can be worth a pudding cup and an apple juice type of kid, they could be found trading some of their lunch for better so they don't have to spend extra for lunch.

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐉𝐀𝐃𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🐍📜

A senior manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department and one of the Ten Stonehearts, known for her cornerstone "Jade of Credit." A cold and elegant moneylender, she is skilled at understanding the human heart, with a personal hobby called "Bonajade Exchange." She's willing to wait patiently for high-value acquisitions and adept at extracting value from seemingly destitute clients.

A puppeteer, jade!yuu is working as a manager for Crowley, leading them to have an upper hand over him so they could manipulate the school towards their own whim.

Do you guys know that one episode of nanno that she rent a room from the school and grants wishes for students no matter how big it is, that's jade!yuu basically but they will always seek for something as equal to value as the wish. They excel at understanding the desires and weaknesses of others, always seeking an opportunity to trade, negotiate, or use information to their advantage.

Jade!Yuu always have a larger plan in mind, both in terms of their academic endeavors and social interactions. They would often see the potential outcomes of situations before anyone else, and their subtle guidance could influence the choices of those around them. Whether it’s orchestrating complex schemes or navigating complicated friendships, Jade!Yuu knows how to play the long game.

They would have a particular interest in setting up profitable ventures, whether it's managing the finances of Ramshackle Dorm, organizing events, or offering magical services that people can’t resist. Their financial knowledge and ability to bargain would make them a formidable opponent in anything involving resources or trade. But In return they always seek as an equal value towards the wish.

Unlike Azul whose wish making could only reach the school grounds, jade!yuu ability to grant wish is much bigger you want your family name to be bigger and sign a deal with jade!yuu and the wish will be granted their ability is on a larger scale. They would act as a manager or consultant for other students, offering tips on everything from enhancing personal style to perfecting their magical abilities. Their network would be impressive, though they keep their cards close to the chest, rarely showing their true intentions.

They could easily be a behind-the-scenes orchestrator, pulling the strings to help others, but always with the intention of gaining something in return, whether it’s a favor, knowledge, or leverage.

Azul would try to crack them but impossible, jade!yuu seems to be able to predict his moves without issues. And when a group of rally students are unsatisfied with the outcome of the deal is trying to beat up them, jade!yuu would summon their pet snake to deal with them. Many rumors say that jade!yuu snake is also an exchange they got.

Just to be warned there will always be a price, jade!yuu would want something that is equal price as the wish you ask for them so when you fall, you will fall hard. A student wishes to be great at everything soon loses dies everything and is forced out of nrc, this is the consequence of their deal.

[honeyscara]

❝ trainer ❞ – Iwaizumi Hajime

-haikyu

Synopsis: What are the changes of meeting a high school classmate after years in a gym and now he's your trainer

Content: female reader × timeskip! Iwaizumi, fluff + suggestive and implications of public sex

~4.7k words

You had been standing in the middle of the gym for what felt like forever, clutching your water bottle and trying not to look as lost as you felt. The machines were intimidating, the weights looked too heavy, and everyone around you seemed to know exactly what they were doing—except you.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t prepared. You’d watched videos, read articles, and even made a mental checklist of workouts to try. But in reality, the gym was overwhelming. And to make things worse, just as you were debating whether to fake a phone call and leave, someone nearby muttered under their breath, "Maybe start with a treadmill."

Your stomach twisted. You weren’t sure if they meant it as an insult or genuine help. You swallowed hard and turned away, pretending you hadn’t heard.

That’s when a voice—calm, firm, and way too familiar—called out, “Hey. Need some help?”

You turned, and your breath caught in your throat. Standing there, arms crossed and looking as effortlessly athletic as ever, was Iwaizumi Hajime.

Seijoh’s former ace. Your old classmate. The guy you used to watch from the stands during volleyball matches. And now, apparently, your savior in this gym full of judgmental stares.

Your first instinct was to pretend you didn’t recognize him. Maybe if you played it cool, he wouldn’t remember you either. After all, back in high school, you were just another student in the crowd—chubbier, quieter, a little invisible. But the way he looked at you, patient and expectant, made it clear he was actually waiting for an answer.

You swallowed down your nerves. “Uh… yeah. I guess I do.”

Iwaizumi gave a small nod, like he’d already expected that answer. “First time here?”

You debated lying but figured he’d see right through it. “Yeah.”

He glanced around the gym, eyes scanning over the different machines before looking back at you. “You got a workout plan?”

“Sort of,” you admitted, gripping your water bottle tighter. “But I don’t really know where to start.”

“Alright,” he said easily, gesturing for you to follow him. “Let’s start simple.”

You trailed behind as he led you to an open space near the weight racks. The way people naturally moved out of his way was almost amusing—his presence was commanding, even outside of a volleyball court.

“Before you start lifting or running yourself into the ground, you gotta get your form right,” he explained, crouching down to adjust a mat. “That’s how you avoid injury.”

You nodded, feeling a little out of place but also relieved that at least someone was helping you instead of making snide comments.

As he demonstrated a few basic movements, you found yourself stealing quick glances at him. He’d changed since high school—not just in muscle definition but in the way he carried himself. More confident. More assured. And yet, something about him still felt familiar, like the Iwaizumi you remembered from your old classroom, casually asking about assignments or sighing when Oikawa got too dramatic. It was hard to believe that Seijoh’s former volleyball ace, the guy you used to watch from the stands, was now helping you figure out how to exercise.

Seijoh…

The memories soon crept in before you could stop them.

You weren’t popular back then. You weren’t a manager, an athlete, or even a part of the big friend groups that always seemed to revolve around the volleyball team. You were just there—a quiet student, sitting near the back of the classroom, trying to take up as little space as possible.

Your interactions with Iwaizumi had been brief, almost forgettable.

*******

“Hey, do you have the math notes?”

You’d blinked at him, startled. He wasn’t even in your usual circle of classmates, so why was Iwaizumi Hajime suddenly talking to you?

“Uh… yeah,” you had said hesitantly, sliding your notebook across the desk.

He had flipped through it quickly, murmuring a quiet “Thanks,” before returning it. The moment was insignificant, really. But it had stuck with you—because back then, people didn’t ask you for help.

And then there was the other time.

You had been walking past the gym after school, flipping through your notes, when you heard someone yell—

“WATCH OUT!”

You barely had time to react before something smacked against the wall right next to you, the impact loud enough to make you flinch.

A volleyball.

Your breath caught in your throat, panic bubbling in your chest. But before you could even process what had happened, a figure rushed over.

Iwaizumi.

“Shit, sorry,” he had said, running a hand through his hair as he picked up the ball. “Did it hit you?”

You shook your head, still a little stunned.

“Good. Oikawa’s serves are unpredictable as hell.” He glanced at you, then added, “You okay?”

You had nodded quickly, muttering something about needing to go. He hadn’t pushed. Just gave you a small nod and jogged back to the court.

*******

Those moments were small. Insignificant, probably, to him. But they were among the only times someone from Seijoh’s star team had acknowledged you.

And yet, even with those memories, the ones that stuck with you the most weren’t the fleeting interactions with Iwaizumi.

They were the whispers. The comments.

“She’s kinda cute, but if she lost weight, she’d be so much better.”

“Maybe she should walk to school instead of taking the bus.”

“I bet she never eats a salad.”

You had learned to tune them out. To keep your head down and pretend they didn’t sting. But they did. And they had followed you, even now, years later.

So standing here, with Iwaizumi casually guiding you through your workout, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Did he remember you? Did he remember what you looked like back then?

You forced yourself back to the present, inhaling deeply as Iwaizumi’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“Relax your shoulders,” he said, stepping to your side and tapping your arm lightly. “You’re too tense.”

“Right,” you mumbled, adjusting your posture.

Iwaizumi crouched next to you, demonstrating the movement again. “Like this. Engage your core—it’ll help with stability.”

You tried to mimic him, and after a few more tries, you finally got it right. He gave a small nod of approval. “Better.”

Some of the tension in your chest eased. He was treating you like any other trainee, not as someone he might’ve known before. Maybe he really didn’t remember you.

That should’ve been a relief, but instead, it left an odd feeling in your stomach.

The next half hour passed in a blur of basic exercises, with Iwaizumi adjusting your form, explaining different machines, and making sure you weren’t pushing yourself too hard. He didn’t hover, but he also didn’t leave you to struggle on your own. It was… nice.

As you wiped your forehead with your towel, you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror-lined walls of the gym.

You weren’t the same person you were in high school. You had lost most of your baby weight, your face was slimmer, your posture was better—but you were still you. And even now, you couldn’t shake the lingering insecurity that clung to your thoughts like a shadow.

Would people still make those comments if they saw you now? Did it even matter?

“Not bad for your first session,” Iwaizumi said, breaking you from your thoughts. He checked the time on his watch. “We should wrap up soon. You got time for some cooldown stretches?”

You nodded, following him to the mats. As you lowered yourself into a seated stretch, you hesitated before speaking.

“You… do this for everyone?”

He raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… helping out like this. With beginners.”

He shrugged. “I try. Some people just need a little guidance to get started.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. That was true, but still… he didn’t have to go out of his way for you.

“Well… thanks,” you muttered, keeping your gaze fixed on the floor as you stretched.

“No problem,” he said easily. For now, you’d let yourself believe that was all it was. Just a trainer helping someone new.

~

The next few sessions went about the same way—Iwaizumi guiding you through workouts, correcting your form, and occasionally tossing in a gruff but encouraging remark when you got something right. He wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, but he also didn’t make you feel like an idiot for struggling.

Which was more than you could say for some of the others in the gym.

“Hey, you’re actually keeping up,” a voice had snickered from the free weights section on your second visit. “Thought you’d quit after day one.”

You had frozen, old insecurities flaring to the surface before you could suppress them. You didn’t even recognize the guy—just another gym-goer who had apparently decided you were worth mocking.

But before you could come up with a response, Iwaizumi had turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable.

“You got a problem?” he had asked, voice calm but firm.

The guy blinked, as if suddenly realizing who he was talking in front of. “Nah, man. Just joking.”

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything else—just gave him a look that sent the guy hurrying back to his workout.

You had swallowed hard, unsure if you should say something, but Iwaizumi just motioned for you to keep going. “Ignore him.”

And you did. Or at least, you tried to.

By the third session, you were starting to get into a rhythm. Your muscles ached, but in a good way—proof that you were making progress. You still felt a little out of place, but Iwaizumi’s presence helped. He didn’t hover or coddle you, but he made sure you weren’t left floundering.

“Alright,” he said as you finished your last set of squats, shaking out your legs. “That’s enough for today.”

You exhaled, relieved. “Thank God.”

A short huff of amusement left him as he crossed his arms. “You’ll be thanking me when you actually start seeing results.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

As you both moved to the side to pack up, a comfortable silence settled between you. But then, just as you were reaching for your water bottle, Iwaizumi spoke.

“So… you really thought I wouldn’t recognize you?”

Your hand froze mid-air.

Your heart did, too.

Slowly, you turned to look at him. oh shit. He remembers. You stared at Iwaizumi, words failing you.

“You… what?”

His lips twitched like he was holding back a smirk. “You really thought I wouldn’t recognize you?”

Your throat felt dry. You had hoped—prayed—that he wouldn’t connect the dots. But here he was, looking at you like it had been obvious from the start.

“I mean,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “you look different, sure. But you still have the same expressions.”

Your stomach flipped. “You should’ve said something earlier,” you mumbled, looking away.

“And miss seeing how long it’d take you to bring it up? No way.” He leaned back against the lockers, arms crossed. “Besides, it’s kinda funny seeing you act like I wouldn’t remember.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why would you remember?”

He blinked, looking almost offended. “Are you kidding? You think I’d forget you?”

Something about the way he said that made your heart stutter. But before you could process it, he continued.

“I remember a lot of things.” He glanced at you, a little too casual. “Like the time you tripped while dancing alone in the classroom.”

Your entire body went stiff.

“No. No, no, no. You did not see that.”

“Oh, I definitely saw that.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

He chuckled, and just like that, you were back in Seijoh, back in that exact moment.

******

It had been after school, the hallways nearly empty. Iwaizumi had been passing by when he heard music coming from an open classroom door.

When he peeked in, he saw you.

You were supposed to be cleaning—it was your duty day—but instead, you were swaying slightly, headphones in, completely unaware of your surroundings. And then, without a care in the world, you started dancing.

Not a full-on performance, but a few small, goofy moves, paired with some off-key singing.

Iwaizumi had frozen in the hallway, caught somewhere between surprise and—

His heart had raced.

It was cute. Really cute.

But before he could even think about leaving, you spun a little too fast, tripped over your own feet, and crashed into a desk with a yelp.

Iwaizumi had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. He had no idea why it was so funny, but it was. Maybe because you always seemed so quiet in class, but here you were, completely unfiltered.

He hadn’t said anything then. Just walked away before you could notice him. But the image of you—flustered, grumbling to yourself as you rubbed your knee—stuck with him for years.

******

Back in the present, you stared at him in horror.

“You saw that?”

“I witnessed it,” he corrected, grinning. “And I still think about it sometimes.”

“Why?!”

“‘Cause it was cute.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You always seemed so quiet in school, but that? That was the first time I saw a different side of you.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Cute? He thought you were cute?

Before you could fully process that, he nudged your shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I should sue for emotional damage.”

He laughed. “Go ahead. I’d still win.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the warmth spreading in your chest. Maybe this whole gym trainer thing wasn’t so bad after all.

~

The next few sessions felt… different.

Maybe it was because Iwaizumi had outright said he remembered you. Maybe it was the fact that he had called you cute without hesitation. Or maybe it was just the way he treated you—not like a random trainee, but like someone he actually enjoyed being around.

Whatever it was, it made your heart do weird things every time you saw him.

Like now, when he was adjusting your stance again, his hands lightly gripping your shoulders as he murmured, “Keep your chest up.”

You swallowed, nodding stiffly. He was so close.

You could feel the heat from his palms, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing. It was such a simple gesture, so normal in a training setting, but your brain refused to function properly.

“Good,” he said, stepping back. “You’re getting better at this.”

You exhaled, forcing yourself to focus. “Thanks.”

He smirked. “Though you still make that face when you’re concentrating too hard.”

You blinked. “What face?”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “The one where you scrunch up your nose a little.”

Your mouth fell open. “I do not—”

“You definitely do.”

“Iwaizumi—”

He grinned, clearly enjoying this. “It’s kinda cute, honestly.”

You nearly dropped the dumbbell in your hand. Was he doing this on purpose? Before you could accuse him, he turned away, stretching his arms over his head. “Alright, let’s move on to the next set.”

You narrowed your eyes. He totally knew what he was doing.

~

A few days later, you found yourself in another unexpectedly intimate situation.

Iwaizumi had insisted on showing you proper stretching techniques to avoid soreness. That was fine. Normal, even.

What wasn’t fine was the way he had you positioned now—lying on the mat while he gently pressed down on your leg to deepen the stretch.

“This okay?” he asked, his grip firm but careful.

“Y-Yeah,” you said, trying to sound unaffected.

He nodded, adjusting the angle slightly. “You’re more flexible than I expected.” Your face heated. Don’t read into that. Don’t read into that.

He didn’t seem to realize what he had just said, completely focused on making sure you stretched properly. But you? You were dying.

“I think that’s enough,” you blurted, sitting up a little too fast.

Iwaizumi gave you a questioning look but let go, leaning back on his hands. “You alright?”

“Yeah, totally,” you said quickly, grabbing your water bottle as if your life depended on it.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he smirked. “You’re acting weird.”

“I-i am not.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure.”

You took a long sip of water to avoid looking at him. If this kept up, you were definitely going to lose your mind.

~

The gym was nearly empty by the time you finished your session, the overhead lights buzzing softly in the quiet space. Your body ached, your muscles burned, and sweat clung to your skin—but none of that mattered. Not when Iwaizumi was standing right in front of you, shirt damp with sweat, chest rising and falling from exertion.

You were still catching your breath when he tossed you a towel. “You good?”

You nodded, wiping your face, but your heart was pounding for an entirely different reason now. Maybe it was the heat of the workout, or maybe it was him—standing so close, looking so damn good with his hair damp and his sharp eyes locked onto you.

“I think you’re trying to kill me,” you muttered, trying to focus on anything other than the way his shirt clung to his toned torso.

He smirked. “You’re the one who wanted to train seriously.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t sign up for this level of suffering.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “You’ll thank me when you see the results.”

Your breath hitched. He was too close now, his scent—a mix of sweat and something inherently him—invading your senses. Your skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve on edge.

The air between you shifted. Neither of you spoke. Neither of you moved away. His gaze dropped to your lips for just a second—so quick you might’ve imagined it. But then his tongue darted out to wet his own lips, and that was it. That was the breaking point.

You weren’t sure who moved first.

One second, there was space between you, and the next—

Your back hit the lockers with a soft thud as his mouth pressed against yours, hot and needy.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was pure, pent-up tension spilling over, all the teasing, the stolen glances, the unspoken words finally snapping.

Iwaizumi’s hands found your waist, fingers pressing into your damp skin. He was solid, warm, overwhelming in the best way. You could feel the heat radiating off him, could taste the remnants of exertion on his lips.

You barely had time to react before he pulled back slightly, breathing heavy. His forehead rested against yours, eyes dark and unreadable.

“You…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

His thumb brushed over your hip, his grip still firm. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you pulled him back in.Your mind barely caught up with what was happening—his lips on yours, his hands gripping your waist, the heat radiating between your bodies. It was too much and not enough all at once.

But then a distant sound—a faint thud from somewhere outside sent a jolt of panic through you.

You broke the kiss, chest heaving. “Iwa, what if someone—”

He barely moved, still pressed against you, his breath warm against your skin. “Relax,” he murmured. “It’s late. Everyone probably left by now.”

His fingers grazed the hem of your shirt, tugging slightly—not forceful, just testing. His touch burned in the best way, but your stomach twisted with something else.

You hesitated, reaching down to grip his wrist lightly. “Iwa, I—”

He stilled immediately, eyes flickering up to yours. And just like that, his expression softened.

“You look good.”

Your breath caught.

He let his fingers trace the curve of your waist, slow and deliberate. “The results have always been there.”

It wasn’t just about the training—he wasn’t just talking about muscle tone or endurance. He saw you. All of you.

Heat bloomed in your chest, something warmer than embarrassment, deeper than insecurity. And when his lips found yours again, you didn’t resist.

You melted.

~

The cool night air did little to cool the heat still lingering in your body.

You walked beside Iwaizumi, your gym bag slung over your shoulder, your skin still buzzing from everything that had happened. The gym lights were distant now, but the memory of his touch, his words, his lips, remained seared into your mind.

Neither of you had spoken about it after. You had cleaned up, grabbed your things, and walked out together as if nothing had happened. But everything had happened.

Iwaizumi walked with his usual ease, hands tucked into his pockets, but you could feel his glances every now and then.

The air between you settled into something quieter, heavier, until Iwaizumi suddenly cleared his throat. “You good to walk home, or do you need me to carry you?”

You shot him a look. “Why would I—?” You stopped mid-sentence as the realization hit. Your face burned. “Iwaizumi Hajime.”

He smirked, looking way too pleased with himself. “What? Just making sure you’re not sore or anything.”

You smacked his arm, mortified. “You’re insufferable.”

The warmth in your chest spread.

Iwaizumi exhaled through his nose, his hands still tucked in his pockets. “You know,” he started, voice a little rough, “I kinda liked you back then.”

Your steps faltered. “What?”

He glanced at you briefly before looking ahead again, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “Back in Seijoh.”

Your heart pounded. “You—You liked me?”

A small, almost nostalgic smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah. You were cute.”

Your face heated instantly. “Shut up.”

“I mean it,” he chuckled. “I thought so back then, and I still think so now.”

You didn’t know what to do with that information. It was one thing to feel attraction in the heat of the moment, but this—the idea that he had always seen you differently—made your chest tighten.

Iwaizumi’s smile faded a little. “I also felt like shit when people made fun of you.”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“I heard it,” he muttered, voice laced with something darker. “Even when you pretended not to.”

Your stomach twisted. Of course he had noticed.

“You never said anything.”

“You never wanted me to,” he countered, looking at you knowingly. “But that didn’t stop me from wanting to punch a few guys.”

A memory surfaced—a flash of a moment you had forgotten, buried beneath years of trying to move on.

-Seijoh—second year-

You were walking past a group of guys near the gym when one of them snickered under his breath. “Bet she gets out of breath just walking here.”

Your chest tightened, but you kept walking. You had gotten good at pretending not to hear.

But Iwaizumi had heard.

Before you could react, he had grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt and shoved him back against the wall.

“The hell did you just say?”

The gym fell silent.

The guy stammered, clearly not expecting to get checked. “I—I was just—”

Iwaizumi’s grip tightened. “Say it again.” His jaw was clenched, eyes burning. “C’mon. Say it loud enough for everyone to hear.”

The guy shook his head quickly, face paling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Iwaizumi shoved him back before letting go, stepping away with barely concealed fury. “Watch your mouth next time.”

You had stared, shocked, but before you could say anything, he had turned to you. “You okay?”

You had only managed a nod.

He didn’t push. He just walked beside you the rest of the way, like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just stood up for you in a way no one else had before.

******

The memory hit you hard. You looked at Iwaizumi now—at the same sharp eyes, the same furrow in his brows when he was serious.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. “I didn’t know you did that for me.”

He shrugged. “You didn’t need to.”

Silence settled between you again, but it was different this time. It was more comfortable and peaceful.

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[fonteyn]

sweet lips like pink lemonade (when he's feeling generous he'll give me taste)

Pairing: Michael Gavey x afab!reader, no use of y/n. Warnings: Smut. Minors do not interact. +18 rating. Read on AO3.

Author's note: So. this isn't as much of a proper fic, it's more of a fever dream headcanon I had to write down.

*Images are purely for their aesthetic sentiment and not reflective of any particular descriptions of reader inserts.

**nobody look at me. enjoy!

Word count: 1.6k.

It was a Friday like any other during the Oxford term. Students flooded every bar near the campus, drinking their weight in beer with fearsome abandon, trying to forget how exams were getting closer and closer and the grades they needed to recover to make it through to the next year.

You, though, had been getting used to a different kind of normalcy. 

Soon enough, your boyfriend of a few months would arrive to hang out in your room. He'd always bring the food and, in exchange, you'd offer him tales of your week along with the easy intimacy you had found in each other as of late. 

This time, when Michael Gavey arrives at your dorm room, he finds you lying belly down on your bed, reading a book for one of your classes and just. Freezes. Already flushed and embarrassed and yearning for you. 

It had been a long week. With exams approaching, he barely saw you other than in two quick visits you paid him at the library, on which you pecked him on the lips, talked for less than five minutes, and were soon forced to leave or else you’d risk being late for your next class. During weekdays, he tried to remain laser-focused on his tasks, so much so that he sometimes forgot to eat as he got through endless papers and exercise lists. On the other hand, every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel a larger-than-life, disgusting, and too-big want for you, distracting him from everything else. 

He knows you like him, especially given that you made a point to reassure him about it so often. He thinks you might even love him at some point. 

Nonetheless, he couldn't help but think about how you’d react if you knew the truth. 

That what he felt was more than simple affection, an easy enjoyment of your company. 

What he felt was overwhelming and all-consuming, keeping him up for hours at night, heart racing thinking of your smile, planning ahead conversation starters and factoids he thought would be interesting to you, marveling about the increasingly easy ways you showed affection.

How your hand would reach to touch his knee under the table at dinner. The times you’d hide your nose on his chest, hugging him to protect yourself from cold weather. The times you’d position yourself behind him and massage his neck when you knew he had been studying for hours without ever so much as getting up once. You always managed to break his focus with minimal effort. 

Tonight, when he lays eyes on you, he is once again flooded with that overwhelming greed, accentuated by how you are wearing just one of his 'math pun’ shirts which you took home with you after spending the night in his room a few weeks prior. He fails at not staring, but the hem is hitting your thighs at the absolute perfect length so he can have a peek at your panties.

He lays down by your side, pretending not to be bored. And frankly, he didn't stand a chance. From the moment he saw you, he was aware of his cock growing hard. You innocently think he's just going to keep you company while you finish the last chapter of your planned reading for the night and then you can hang out together.

But. It's nearly impossible to focus when you can feel his gaze burning on your ass. He barely makes a sound, however soon enough you feel the warmth of his fingers starting to trace the hem of your/his shirt. And soon after, he touches the edges of your panties. Unknowingly playing with your emotions as he grazes a finger just underneath the elastic and then retreats. 

He keeps doing this for a few minutes, still silent, eyes closed, almost like he's meditating. You're stuck, trying to read the same paragraph over and over, without absorbing a word. 

"These are cute", he says, quietly. 

An edge in his voice, and before you know it, it's as if something in him snaps. He moves to his knees. 

He's got his hands massaging your ass and his nose gliding on the back of your thighs, leaving kisses here and there, so soft you can barely feel. Just enough to make your body stand alert, preparing for his next move. 

Despite this, any awareness goes out of the window because you simply don’t expect him to shove his nose right there in your clothed pussy from behind. Mouthing on your lips, kissing and licking and moaning against you until you don't know if your panties are wet from his saliva or your juices.

And though you want to drop everything right there and then, you can't. Through strokes and licks and moans he manages to say: “No, no, baby. Just keep reading, don’t mind me.”

But he doesn’t stop or grant you mercy, as his hands spread your ass to give him more room to continue kissing your pussy through the fabric of your panties. Pausing only a couple of times to bite the curve of your ass, or take in your scent. 

One of the many things you loved about Michael was how shameless he allowed himself to be in adoration of your body. How openly he wore his hunger for you. With clear infinite want.

You can tell his hips start rutting against the mattress as he worships you. And you are breathless, wanting just as bad to feel him without any barriers between you. 

He stays like that, kissing your panties, running his nose across your clothed pussy, humming and biting the delicate skin of your butt cheeks until you finally have enough and decide to beg.

"Mikey, pleaaase, put me out of my misery, take off my panties, honey." 

Never in your life had you whined like that to a man. And it strikes you like a bolt of lightning that the only one who managed to drag anything like that out of you was this skinny nerd with a big dick and an unawareness of his unbeatable head game.

When he hears your voice, he finally raises his head, as if he’s coming out of a ‘pussy drunk’ trance. He seems only vaguely aware of everything else. His sole focus for the past half hour had been enjoying your body, feeling your skin, smelling you, locked in an unbelievable dreamland of "I can't believe I get to do this, I can't believe I get to have you".

As soon as he hears you ask, he immediately, and clumsily, pulls down your panties and dives his tongue straight into your core. Adding quickly, two long fingers inside you. And you're nearly crying because as much as that feels good, it's not what you want. You want more. You need more. 

"Baby, please just give me your cock.", you’re almost sobbing.

His brain nearly short-circuits. He gets up, stumbling, dizzy with desire, and before he can grab a condom, your hand shoots out to stop him. Holding his wrist.

He eyes you, surprised. Stunned by how disheveled you look, with pupils dilated, quick pulse, and a wild look in your eyes.

"Just take me raw. I wanna feel all of you."

He could have died right there and then. 

Michael manages to, somehow, climb back in your bed, noticing how you put a pillow under your hips and now you're presenting your ass, prettily and ready. Pussy glistening to take him. 

So he does. 

Pushing his leaking cock inside you, where you hold him tight. Clenching in a way that has him nearly seeing stars. He needs to stop for a moment. 

He still wasn't very experienced, and if he was going to last at all until he could make you cum, he needed to recite pi on his head a couple of times to calm himself down.

So he leans down and presses kisses along your neck and your jaw, delighting in how you whimper, crying out in desperation. He leaves a trail of kisses down your back until he feels ok enough to start fucking you.

By this time, you have turned from nearly crying to whining and moaning, to finally begging him to move. When he starts fucking you, it's as if all is good and right in the world, and you bask in a surreal notion of Michael and you just fitting together in an impossibly perfect way.

He keeps pumping inside you, and he can tell he's closer to coming than you. He's getting louder, unable to quiet the effects of having your tight pussy clenching and squeezing him. Michael knows he's nearly done for and, in a desperate and instinctive moment, uses his thumb to gather some of your wetness, bringing it up to softly massage your hole. And you cum instantly . 

So hard it makes him shoot his load inside you for what it feels like forever.

He finally collapses on top of you, feverish from it all, heart beating so fast it's threatening to jump out of his chest. But you manage to move underneath him, turning your body to face him.

You feel flushed, cheeks burning with embarrassment from cumming this hard and in this particular way. So before Michael can say anything that will inevitably be somehow a mixture of awkward, shy, and arrogant all at once, you hold his face in your hands and pull him towards a kiss.

Your lips appreciate the soft press of his own, still wet partly from him licking his lips, and partly from eating you out. Your thumb traces his stupidly perfect cupid’s bow and jawline, nearly getting yourself in a trance, much like he was when he first started this whole thing.

Finally, your eyes meet. Michael still has that wild, ravaging, and all-consuming gaze, now mixed with the distinctive look of satisfaction. It would be overwhelming if you didn't know that you were looking at him in the same way.

"So, that was good... right?, he asks. 

And all you can do is smile and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

A/n: I have one final point to make. Michael Gavey IS the type of guy who will take your panties home after the first time you hook up (probably a handjob in the bathroom of a bar where you are both slightly inebriated and you smile as you stuff your panties in his pocket, thinking that you're soooo funny for doing that and bringing out a priceless look of his face). And he WILL masturbate with his nose pressed against them afterward. AND he WILL tell you when you ask, because of course you ask and he CAN'T for some reason lie to you. His face and neck flushed with embarrassment unaware that if it were anyone else you'd find it creepy but because it's him, you think it's the hottest thing ever and you give him a blow job right after he admits to that.

[nanastrait]

Nana is trying her best to interact with the new student, why she does get the feeling she makes him angry? She thought that when he helped her with the Math exercise, he was open up a bit, was she wrong? Thanks to @lin-dian for the lovely school girl uniform!

[jungkoode]

So... This Is awkward but we need to talk about plagiarism.

*taps microphone nervously* Hi everyone. It's your sleep-deprived disaster Kiki here. This isn't my usual chaotic author note where I scream about Jeon being emotionally constipated. Today we're talking about something more serious: plagiarism in our fanfiction community.

I've spent the last few days in a bizarre twilight zone where I had to defend MY OWN WORK from being copied. Wild, right? Not how I planned to spend my week when I could've been writing smut instead. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

So! The situation.

Multiple readers contacted me about similarities between my fic Kkangpae and another work by Tumblr user jeonluvz called "Project Architect." Initially, I dismissed it. Gang AUs aren't exactly groundbreaking territory and creative overlap happens. But then I actually READ the work in question.

What I found wasn't just shared tropes or general vibes—it was specific, detailed replication of:

- Character assignments (identical roles for multiple BTS members).

- Setting details (down to the card-scanning system in the facility).

- Plot progression (same sequence of events, same turning points).

- Scene-by-scene recreation with only superficial changes.

Now let’s talk about coincidence vs. copying—because I’m a nerd like that.

In academic research on creative plagiarism, experts like Rebecca Moore Howard (Syracuse University) have discussed what's called "patchwriting" (= basically taking specific elements from source material and recombining them with minimal changes). This is different from being inspired by general genre conventions.

(Also, Dr. Thomas Mallon, in his book "Stolen Words," describes the difference between: drawing from the same creative well (using common tropes) and recreating specific unique choices made by another author, btw!)

Now. Let me break down the concrete evidence:

Character assignment and world building.

- Both stories have a division system with coincidental names (Seduction, Stealth, Medical…)

- Both stories feature exactly the same division system with Jeon as Tactical Chief, V as his rival, J-Hope as Medical Chief, Yoongi as Tech Chief, etc.

- Both use identical codename systems (where codenames must be earned).

- Both have the SAME codenames for key characters (Jungkook as "Jeon", Tae as "V").

- Both feature identical hierarchy structures where chiefs are higher-ups.

These aren't generic gang tropes—they're SPECIFIC creative choices I made for Kkangpae. I went through MULTIPLE codenames and hierarchy structures (military, boat system, I have my old scrappy notebook for reference, I’ll pull out the receipts if needed).

Scenes.

- Both begin with the reader sneaking into the empty cafeteria early due to strict serving times (pastries vs croissants btw).

- Both follow with the exact same cafeteria-to-Jeon interaction sequence.

- Both feature a joint training exercise that turns into paintball (ch 4 in my fic).

- Both have rules unexpectedly changed mid-exercise by V/Jeon.

- Both have the reader get separated/left behind and targeted by V.

- Both have the reader injured (ankle in mine, ribs in theirs) followed by Jeon's intervention.

- Both culminate in an identical confrontation between Jeon and V about the training, injury, and past issues.

This isn't coincidental alignment. This is scene-by-scene recreation.

Now, let’s go back to nerd stuff, because that’s just how I am: the statistical IMPOSSIBILITY.

Let's talk math for a sec. The probability of independently creating a story with ALL these specific elements in the SAME sequence is astronomically low. Dr. Mark Glickman, a statistics professor at Harvard, developed models to detect plagiarism that show how unique combinations of elements become statistical fingerprints of original work.

If you randomly selected character roles for 7 BTS members from even just 10 possible roles, the probability of independently matching the exact configuration I created is 1 in 604,800. Add in the identical scene progression, and we're talking lottery-winning odds.

WHAT PLAGIARISM ACTUALLY IS.

Plagiarism isn't limited to word-for-word copying. According to the Modern Language Association and academic integrity researchers, plagiarism includes:

- "Mosaic plagiarism" - taking specific scenes, structures and sequences while changing surface details.

- "Structure plagiarism" - copying the underlying architecture of a creative works.

- "Idea plagiarism" - appropriating unique creative concepts and their specific implementation.

This isn't about "both stories have gangs" or "both use paintball"—it's about the highly specific combination and implementation of these elements in the exact same pattern.

NOW. MY ATTEMPT AT RESOLUTION. I will be attaching SSs too to be fully transparent.

I approached the author privately first, explaining my concerns respectfully. I provided specific examples and suggested solutions like:

- Significant revision to create more originality.

- Acknowledging inspiration from Kkangpae.

- Removing the most directly copied elements.

Their response was to dismiss these concerns without addressing any of the specific examples I provided, claim their work was entirely original, and refuse to engage further.

Fanfiction exists in a unique space. We're all creating derivative works based on our love for BTS. But within this community, we still respect each other's creative contributions. The structure, plot, character dynamics, and unique world-building elements I created for Kkangpae represent hours of planning, writing, and creative energy.

When someone takes those specific creative choices and recreates them with only minimal changes, it devalues the time and effort that went into the original work. It's like copying someone's art and just changing the colors.

I'm not here for drama or to "cancel" anyone. I genuinely believe in resolving creative disputes respectfully. What I'm asking for is:

1. Recognition that specific, extensive similarities exist between these works.

2. Respect for the creative effort that goes into original story concepts, even within fanfiction.

3. Understanding that appropriating another writer's unique fictional framework isn't "just inspiration".

I've documented everything, including my attempts at private resolution, but I'd rather not have to pursue formal actions through DMCA claims.

Finally, to my readers and my writer girlies! 🩷

Thank you for bringing this to my attention and for supporting my work. Also thank you to all my writer girlies who validated my concerns and saw the similarities as well. Your enthusiasm for Kkangpae keeps me motivated even when I keepwondering why I made Jeon so emotionally constipated (the answer is because it's hot, obviously).

I'll still be updating regularly because no way am I letting this derail our journey through the disaster that is Y/N and Jeon's inability to admit they have feelings. The story continues!

Love you all (except Jeon who doesn't deserve rights after the stunt he pulled in the last chapter).

P.S. If you're curious about the academic side of creative plagiarism, I recommend Rebecca Moore Howard's "Standing in the Shadow of Giants" and Thomas Mallon's "Stolen Words" for more information.

[the-lavender-clown]

may i please request headcanons for knuckles’ interactions with the rest of the wachowski family

Absolutely you can

Starting off of course Knuckles is an absolute TOTAL momma’s boy. I imagine his biological mother died before he hatched from his egg so it was just him and his father. He loved his father very much but hearing the stories of his mother from him and other tribe members made him wonder about her a lot and long for a relationship with her. He longed for motherly love. Once with the Wachowski’s he bonds fastest (excluding his brothers) with Maddie. It’s second nature to her at this point to watch out for Sonic and that is quickly extended towards her new boys. I imagine she spends the most time with Knuckles out of her and Tom. She already has the habit of doing yoga on the deck early in the morning and Knuckles would be an early riser too and enjoy the fresh air. As days go by she asks if he’d like to learn something yoga stretches since it’d help his body stay flexible and is a great warm up exercise. That’d get him interested in it for sure. After that I think he’d hang around her a lot and be first to volunteer when she needs help doing anything whether it’s lifting furniture to vacuum or going grocery shopping he is right there. He absolutely preens when she tells him he’s doing a good job. Also love the headcanon of them having matching rings on their dreads so yes that too. I could go on about them even more but I must devote time to the others in this post 😂

For Tom I feel like he’d be weary of him but after watching him and Sonic interact that doesn’t last long, especially since he is no physical threat to a warrior like Knuckles. I feel like he’d really come to respect Tom as head of their family/tribe (not as much as Maddie but he’s biased). Tom and him would definitely have a good time fishing together. Love the idea of Tom teaching him how to fish with a fishing rod and Knuckles returning the favor by trying to teach him how to fish with his bare hands or a spear whittled from a stick. Them both enjoying whittling is another fun thing for them to bond over. Just them having fun in the out doors together and Knuckles so proud to bring home a meal to their family that they hunted themselves. I can see Tom taking each of the boys out on patrol with him from time to time and Knuckles having a blast even as he takes it very seriously despite the things they deal being like walking an old lady or a family of ducks across the street, getting a cat down from a tree, and silly stuff like that. It makes him feel good to help the town and it teaches him how to be more careful with his strength, plus it gets the town used to him too

He and tails get along super well. He loves tossing Tails around and Tails loves it too. I like to think that even if he doesn’t understand much of the technicalities of what he’s talking about he’s a very good listener and makes the perfect “rubber duck” for Tails to talk out his projects with. In return Tails absolutely hangs onto his every word when Knuckles tells stories of his adventures across the galaxy. Knuckles takes his responsibility towards his little brothers so seriously and especially so with Tails. He’s so protective of him but also determined to make sure Tails can defend himself as well. His gadgets do a good job with that but he must know how to fight without them too. He 100% makes sure to praise every single one of Tails’ victories (especially if it’s against Sonic so he can dunk on Sonic) and give him constructive criticism to get even better. I also imagine that Tails helps Knuckles with his reading, math, and science skills when they start doing home schooling

Lastly Sonic! Sonic and Knuckles for sure have a classic oldest vs middle sibling rivalry. They rib at each other all the time and tussle and fight. At the same time they definitely have the best understanding of each other with their shared pasts. I can imagine them having a lot of late night talks together and talking about their lives before being with the Wachowski’s, also them bittersweetly reminiscing on before the battle between Longclaw and the Echidnas. I feel like that would make them really connect to each other, seeing two sides of the same events and humanizing who was once there enemies

God I love this family so much 😭😭

[lostintransist]

Chiseled Heart | Part 2

CW: Suspisions of stalking

AO3

You liked the look of the big man at the gym. He never stared at you and offered help only when you really needed it. When you had last seen him blood had run down your arm from your smashed finger. The trip to the Instacare, thankfully, had not led to stitches but did require steri-strips, and the doctor advised you to take a week off from the gym as the swelling in your hand reduced.

It gave you time to clean the handkerchief the man had let you borrow. Honestly, you didn’t even know people still carried them around. The fabric, soft and clean against your fingers, doesn’t smell like him. Such a shame, you imagine he is a man who smells good. Mentally smacking yourself from the daydreams starting to stir you tuck the handkerchief into the top of your gym bag and go about getting ready for work.

Work involved being an actuary for an insurance firm. Yes, you often felt like the devil shat on your flesh when you left work but you had to survive capitalism somehow. Stumbling into the profession had been a stroke of luck. A job fair at your college campus in the early days of your general ed classes had sat between the two buildings where your classes were held. You had always been good, comfortable, and confident in math, and a job that would always be needed somewhere that let you dink around in Excel all day? Well, there were worse things to direct your life toward. You refused to work for health insurance companies. You needed to survive, but you didn’t need to be the reason someone died.

Audiobooks and your favorite forty-six-hour playlist (that did grow nearly every time you found a new song or band to obsess over) kept you company as you toiled away your minutes at the overly light computer. No matter how many times you flicked off the overhead lights your boss would turn them back on with every chat. It reached the point you were sure he was fucking with you. He didn’t work in the small office flooded with natural light. No, he worked across the building. You would hate him if that didn’t require giving any emotional energy toward the vampire.

Being the only non-man on the team led to some interesting reactions from people who floated by the office or dropped by to confirm the numbers on a file that had been sent out. They all filtered to you first. Every. Last. Visitor. It got so bad that you had taped a 62-point font two-page spread to the back of your monitor that read “NOT IN CHARGE ASK HIM” with an arrow pointing to your supervisor’s desk. It helped a little.

The gym between the office and your apartment had become a refuge from the corporate curve to your spine and the ache in your ass from your chair. It never seemed to fade no matter how many hours you switched from sitting to standing. Hip exercises though? Now those aches faded and left you fitting better in your slacks.

Staring at your frozen lunch in the microwave at eye level you toy with the waiting plastic fork at your lips. Mind drifting with the monotonous spin you find yourself thinking of him again. The man who wore a mask no matter how sweat through his top might be, who never stared, and walked with the slightest of limps. He had been kind, if a bit reluctant the few times you had interacted. Maybe reserved would be a better word for his actions. Nothing about his help had been reluctant toward you; more as if he battled within himself before deciding.

Maybe you should offer him a cupcake from the local bakery? Or take him to coffee as a thank you? Somehow the idea of his large hands hiding a paper cup as the heat seeped from it didn’t appeal. He couldn’t drink anything warm with a mask firmly in place. Doubt crept along your shoulders. You needed to say thank you. Handing the clean folded piece of cloth and your sincerest words didn’t satisfy the need ingrained from childhood.

Settling on offering to buy him a take-home dessert or a takeout of his choice you nod once to yourself. If he declined the offer at least you had put the effort in to truly articulate your thanks for his help. Today being Monday you set the goal of asking him when you returned his belongings. The rest of the day slips by easily; reports are completed on time and fired off by email. You didn’t even forget to add an attachment today.

When you are leaving the parking lot you notice it, that car that always leaves at the same time as you. It’s not terribly unusual. Building management did try and stagger off times to avoid parking lot traffic but the same car for the past three weeks had been pulling out directly behind you every time you left. The blue peeking through the rust of the bug started to give you Dahmer vibes. It had been a concern on your radar. Your panic didn’t increase until tonight. Instead of taking a turn before you got to your destination, the bug followed you today, parking at the back of the gym parking lot. You were able to snag an opening under a light pole and close to the entrance.

Scurrying from your car you sneak through the front door as the clock shifts to eight and they lock behind you. Heaving a sigh of relief you lift your bag further up your shoulder and head for the locker room. It isn’t hard to spot the man you are looking for when you let your eyes drift across the gym. He has headphones on today as he does squats. Man had a flat ass but he sure as hell never skipped leg day.

Dressing, you mentally run through the steps of your Monday routine. Stairmaster is first, then after you are warmed up today you would focus on back and chest. The man who helped you, damn you really needed to get his name today, didn’t notice you until you were nearly done with your last exercise. He often arrived before you and left after. When your eyes caught in the mirror that spanned the length of the gym he nodded once at you before continuing to put away his current weights.

Finishing your last set you speed through putting your own weights away and slipping into the dressing room to grab the handkerchief you needed to return. You are able to corner him in what everyone refers to as the stretching corner. Feet spread wide, head down he slowly walks his hands from one leg to the other. You do your best not to drool over the stretch and bulge of muscles as he does this. Chewing on your lip you wait patiently for his movements to be finished.

When his hands reach the middle he drops one knee and then the other, pulling both beneath him as he prepares to stand. He looks up after getting one foot on the ground. You are startled at the blue eyes that peer out at you.

“Ja?”

You blink a few times before offering his item back with both hands.

“I wanted to say thank you for your help and offer to buy you take out one of these days,” your words are nearly not understandable with how they all rush over each other to get out of your mouth. Taking a deep breath you give your name before noticing you are still holding on to the handkerchief.

Letting go you give him a wincing smile and step back a smidge.

Your eyes trail up with him as he stands, he is tall. You weren’t short for a woman by any means but you didn’t quite crack six feet. He had to be well over that number.

“I know you wear a mask so I would also be happy to get you a gift card. This isn’t me trying to pry or force you in any way I just thought a thank you wasn’t really enough you know?”

Now you are rambling. You shut your mouth with a slight click, barely managing to get your tongue out of the way before you crushed it. You stare at him as he stares at you.

“König,” he offers a hand.

You take it and shake it before tucking your hands behind your back to keep from embarrassing yourself further.

“I will decline the food offer, but danke,” he inclines his head with this thanks.

“You’re welcome, I didn’t think you would but I would feel bad if I didn’t at least offer.” Shrugging once you can feel this conversation coming to an end. Stepping back once more you can’t figure out the best way to end this interaction. “Thanks again, for the help.”

He nods once and you skitter away to the locker room for your bag. You studiously avoid looking for him as you head toward the front doors. The sight of the stalkerish car still sat in the same stall in the back of the lot. Turning to look at the front desk you only see two young women chatting away. Can’t ask them, they would be in just as much danger.

Cursing the bastard that was maybe stalking you under your breath you make your way back to the stretching corner. You wait again for König to take notice of you. When he does he lifts a brow in question.

“Sorry I know I’m awkward and probably annoying at this point but is there any chance you could walk me to my car?” You point over your shoulder as if he doesn’t know where the parking lot is. “There is this weird car I have been seeing over the last few weeks and they followed me here tonight and they are still in the lot.”

He nods and stands, walking by your side before holding open both the inner and outer doors for you.

“Will be back,” he says to the front desk gals in passing. They nod and thank him for the heads up.

The fresh air and trickle of water from the creek that runs next to the building are refreshing after the slight sweat-tinged air of the gym. The engine of the little blue bug starts up as you appear. It proceeds to peel out when they notice the mountain of a man at your side. König keeps pace with you, his silence is comforting as you breathe a sigh of relief.

Reaching your car you drop your duffle bag in the back seat and turn to look up at him as you lean back on the door.

“Okay, now I really do owe you dinner. Will you be here Wednesday? I’ll bring a gift card since I doubt you would like to have dinner with me and my socially incompetent self.”

“Nien, no need,” he waves a hand between you as if the help he provided is nothing. “I am also…awkward.”

“Well, nothing you say will prevent me from buying you a gift card.” You smile up at him, grin wide and bright. “Thanks König. I’ll see you Wednesday.”

With that you climb into your car, shutting and locking the door before driving off into the night. König waves to you as you stop before pulling onto the road. You wave back despite knowing he can’t see you in the dark.

Part 3

Chiseled Masterlist | Masterlist

[ccswife]

Oh No..

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part 3: drunk words, sober thoughts

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***song has designated playing time. will be in big red font.

pairing๛: kate martin x iowau!reader

synopsis๛: kate catches you watching your saved edits of her

warnings: sexual content, mentions of drinking

not proofread again smh sorry

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Its been about 3 days since deciding to distance yourself from kate. and trust me, its been incredibly hard; not only do you miss her desperately, but you have to be around her constantly due to your training duties. you try your very hardest to ignore her at practices, only communicating when absolutely necessary. an example being when she gets knocked over, hard, during a pick and roll gone wrong. she smacked her head pretty badly, and you had to carry out concussion protocol. or, when they are in the weight room for lifts, she almost always needs direction for 1-3 exercises. this instance is arguably way worse than the other, considering you have to touch her and guide her into the right form. whenever you have no choice but to talk to her, she gives you these big puppy eyes. you love them, but again, stubborn ol’ you wont actually fix anything right now.

one day after practice, when you had just finished explaining stretches to jada for her hamstrings, caitlin and gabbie come over. gabbie looks worried and caitlin has a very serious look on her face, the one she only wears before giving the team a pre-game talk.

“y/n, we need to speak to you” caitlin starts. "yea, its nothing bad so please dont make that face!!" gabbie sees the worried expression you hold. looking around the gym, you slowly nod and look between the two taller girls. "alright...go ahead..."

"we have noticed-" caitlin pauses and looks at gabbie for reassurance, gabbie in turn nods her head and caitlin turns back at you. "you and kate have been rather, distant! and that is very weird for you too."

"usually you two are inseparable, and you seem like youre ignoring her, whats up?" gabbie continues.

mouth wide open, you start to move it but no words come out. the fact that they said something and noticed the ignoring was on purpose threw you off enough, and now you have to tell them why. 3 things go through your head. 1) lie to their faces. 2) tell them the truth and get yelled at. and 3) turn and run as fast as you possibly can. gabbie looks at caitlin and they turn and whisper for a second, you still standing there, trying to form a coherent sentence. caitlin turns and says "you dont have to tell us right this second, but we are here for you, so feel free to come to us whenever you need, ok?" she puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it in a small circle. your eyes dart back amd forth between them, and you peep out a little 'ok thanks' before turning and walking away. usually people didnt pick up on the things you did, kate did though. shit, even when you try to hate her its so damn hard because she knows you like a calculator knows math. you felt like your life was slowly falling apart, like a broken pot thats been trying to stay together, but crumbles as time goes. you needed to add some glue.

ever since caitlin and gabbie came up to you after practice, they talk to you way more throughout lifts and practices. to be honest, its more caitlin than gabbie. in fact, youve noticed that caitlin has been touchier and more flirtatious. from an arm circling around your neck, a touch to the waist when she slides by, a wink in between drills, or suggestive jokes only between you too. you cant tell if its on purpose or not, but you kind of .... like it? maybe you like it, or maybe you like the fact that you can see kate in the corner of your eye everytime, staring the two of you down. when these interactions happen, its like she teleports so youre in her eyeshot. almost every single time you talk to caitlin, flirtatious or not, she turns and talks to hannah. this leaves you thinking, what could she possibly be saying? of course your whole being hopes that its her being jealous, but the devil on your shoulder tells you shes talking shit about you, calling you a whore and that youre only using caitlin to get popular. sometimes the angel on your shoulder talks too, though. kate has been consistently texting you, asking if you can meet up and talk, or if she can call you to resolve whatever it is that's happening. you respond with 'no thanks' or 'im busy rn.' to every single text. you feel like she owes you something, but you dont know what. your heart aches, wanting so badly to respond nicely and to be in her arms again, back to how it was always meant to be.

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its saturday night, and you get a text in the team groupchat.

hawks🦅💛🖤

caitlin clark: hey guyysssssss so since we got the huge W (😜😜) i think we should all go out to the cluerrbbbbb

gabbie marshall: oh fuck yes what time should we meet and where

kate martin: im down if everyone else is

you roll your eyes at her text, only because its her.

(jada, kylie, and 5 others liked kate martins message.)

you look up at the time, seeing its 10 and use it as an excuse. you did not want to see kate in a club setting right now, let alone get ready. getting drunk did seem pretty nice though.....

you: ill pass, thanks thoooo

immediately, caitlin and gabbie respond, insisting you to go out with them. after 4 minutes of arguing with them, you give up and get off the couch.

now its time to get ready!!!!

pulling out your speaker, you blast your getting ready playlist. you slap on a stunning layer of makeup, drawing on eyeliner to emphasize your eye color, as well as 2 layers of mascara on your curled lashes. a little concealer here and there, some blush, highlighter and a layer of setting powder to make sure it stays intact while you are shitfaced. the dress of choice is a tight black, mini strapless dress, and to feel a little alive you throw a lacey pair of undies on underneath. its not like you were gonna get laid anyways. you did your hair in an updo, to accentuate the muscles in your back. you slip a small pair of heels onto your feet, then finally spray your signature perfume and some glitter. galncing at the clock, you see its 10:45, and that you have to get going. if we are being honest, walking out to meet everyone... you felt like a billion dollars. you dont know what it was, but something was making you so, so confident right now. the sway of your hips while you walked was hypnotizing, and getting a whiff of your perfume as you passed by put the cherry on the cake.

arriving at the club, the team stood outside waiting for the rest to get there. it seemed that you were the last one, so the girls filed in one by one. upon entering the club, it was hot and humid, bodys everywhere and the music blasting. not seeing where everyone else went , you made your way over to the bar to order shots.

"two shots of tequila please" you smile nicely at the bartender, grabbing the shots after he poured them, saying a quick thank you before downing both of them. you hoped that they would quickly take the edge off, and to make you stop thinking about kate. she was right in your eye sight, which didnt help too much. especially since she looked so fucking delicious. she sat next to jada, legs man-spread, wearing a green button down, top buttons open- showing her chest; and a classic pair of balck jeans on her botoom half. her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she stared across the room at you, sipping out of a solo cup. you turn back to the bartender and order some more shots, hoping they actually work some magic on your poor little brain.

after youre 4 shots and 1 drink in, gabbie comes and pays you a visit at the bar. " how ya doing over here girl?" she places her cold hand on your leg, standing and looking down at you. " im s'greatttttt. d'gyou kno that i loveee someone ? yesssaaaaa i dooooooo" you make a heart shape with your fingers and raise your eyebrows repeatedly. her eyes widen as you continue to slur some more words at her. " her— shes righttt over there next to shjada ! she looks so sexy fuck me bro" you put your head in your hands, and gabbie sits down next to you, picking up your chin. " babe i think its time to sweat some of this alcohol out, get out there and dance your little butt off." looking back at her, you crookedly smile and get up, hearing that your favorite club song just came on.

now playing 'Up Down (Do this all day)' by T-Pain, B.o.B.

making your way to the dance floor, you can feel kate watching you like a hawk. you pick a spot right in front of her and start to move your body. mindlessly moving, you back up little by little, and crash into a chest. looking up, you see its a basketball girl from another school. you dont remember her name— being that youre drunk, but her face rings a bell. "you dancing all alone baby?" her hand sits on your hip, other one creeping to your ass. looking up, you nod and put both hands around her neck. "lets change that then, m'kay?" as soon as those words came out of her mouth, you turned around, pushing back into her, slightly grinding your hips. you purposely turned around, wanting to see kate's face while you grinded on some random basketball girl. you watch her fist shut, squeezing the empty solo cup she held. you keep eye contact, moving your hands up and down your body, while the girls hands stayed on your hips, face in the crevice of your neck. this continues for a while until suddenly, kate gets up and leaves the room, clearly angry. it was sexy on her.

seeing that she went into the bathroom, you follow her in a couple seconds behind. you decide to wash your hands, as that girl on the dance floor was actually really sweaty. kate comes out of a stall, and she stares at you through the mirror. leaning against the wall, your first words with her outside of practice are exchanged.

"you gonna tell me what the fuck that was out there?" you turn around and look at her with a confused face.

"what was what? i was just dancing." her lip curls and she turns away her face. " y/n, i am— i dont like that. you shouldnt be grinding on someone you dont know." a smile grows on your face and you tilt your head. "oh, so i should be grinding on people i know? regardless of feelings?" her head whips back at you, wearing a confused but intrigued look. you walk closer to her and trace your finger across her jaw. "so i guess that means you want me to grind on you, right martin?" her last name comes out of your mouth with a little slur, both of you still being drunk. unexpectedly, kate grabs your face and waist, kissing you deeply. she turns the two of you around, the cold tile making contact with your exposed back. she lifts your leg up to her waist, and you tangle your hands in her messy hair. never in your life have you kissed someone so passionately before, and her hands roaming and groping your ass just make it 10x better. she kisses you like youre oxygen and shes the lungs. in between kisses, she speaks.

"i hate"

"that youre ig— noring me-"

" i jus- wanna love you— and make you mine- for ever- baby."

"please- i need yoh— im sor- ry for"

"whatever i did"

after the last blurb of words, she moves down to your neck, kissing all around, and sucking behind your ear. you let out a groan and grasp her a little harder. inside youre silently praying you remember this in the morning. but then what she said registers in your head. although you didnt want to, you pull away from her soft lips.

"wait."

she looks at you with her sweet puppy eyes, intensely waiting for you to keep talking. her hands still on your ass.

"why? why are you saying this now? and not before" she looks at you a little confused, stepping back a bit. you continue speaking.

"kate, baby. how'd we get here? how'd we get like this?"

she stares back and you and fails to answer again, now playing with the bracelets on her wrist. angry that she didnt say anything- ESPECIALLY after she just kissed the fuck out of you, you turn and storm out. kate follows you out, scared of what you'll do and also that you might find that girl again. gabbie sees the state you two are in, and lets the girls know shes calling an uber. not protesting, you galdly go home. the ride was completely silent, windows open letting cool air in. the chill helped you sober up a little, and thankfully you safely made it uo to your apartment. after showering and cleaning tbe rest of the makeup off your face, you climb into bed and think about the nights events.

a thousand questions fly through your head. why would kate say that right then? why did you do what you did? did she mean those things? although it confused you, one thing kept you content enough to close your eyes and fall asleep.

drunk words are sober thoughts, arent they?



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A/Nq(❂‿❂)p: i hope i wasnt being dramatic when i said i had a good chapter coming! i was gonna make this longer but i decided to save some stuff for the next chapter. i hope you guys like this one teheh PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I WANNA IMPROVE AND MAKE THIS A GOOD STORY THAT YOU GUYS ENJOY! anyways.. toodles my munchkins😜

[valy-gc]

TWST Fanfics ideas - Classes exercices

I was wondering... what are the clases exactly? What do they learn in it? So here are my guess:

In the « normal » class (music, math, art….) the exercices listed here would be in addition of the « normal » exercices. Also I give a list of 10 potential exercices per class, but you can imagine others

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In a "Practical Magic" class they would focus on everyday magic for chores. The exercises could include: 1. Cleaning Charms: Students practice spells to clean objects or spaces without manual labor. 2. Cooking Spells: Learning to prepare meals with a wave of a wand, including chopping, stirring, and temperature control. 3. Repairing Enchantments: Casting spells to mend broken items, from clothing to furniture. 4. Gardening Magic: Using magic to tend to plants, making them grow faster or shaping them into artistic forms. 5. Laundry Spells: Enchanting clothes to wash, dry, and fold themselves. 6. Organization Charms: Spells that sort and organize personal belongings, books, or tools. 7. Protective Wards: Setting up magical barriers to keep homes clean and safe from pests or intruders. 8. Weatherproofing Spells: Enchantments to protect against weather, like waterproofing or temperature regulation. 9. Light Charms: Magical ways to illuminate spaces efficiently. 10. Summoning Spells: Conjuring objects to hand, saving time on searching for misplaced items.

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In a "Conjuration" class, the focus would be on summoning objects, creatures, or elements from thin air or from distant places. Here are some exercises: 1. Basic Summoning: Students learn to summon simple objects like feathers or stones to their hands. 2. Targeted Conjuration: Practicing conjuring items from specific locations, such as retrieving a book from a shelf. 3. Creature Summoning: Safely summoning small magical creatures and learning to interact with them. 4. Food Conjuration: Conjuring edible items, focusing on getting the taste and temperature right. 5. Elemental Conjuration: Bringing forth elements like water or fire, controlling their shape and intensity. 6. Conjuring Clothes: Instantly outfitting oneself with appropriate attire for different occasions. 7. Multiplication: Learning to duplicate objects, which is a complex form of conjuration. 8. Conjuring from Nature: Drawing materials directly from natural sources, like summoning water from a lake or leaves from a tree. 9. Advanced Conjuration: Summoning complex mechanisms or devices, understanding their assembly and function. 10. Emergency Conjuration: Quick conjuration drills for situations requiring immediate access to tools or aids.

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In a "Magical Potion" class, students would learn the delicate art of brewing magical concoctions with various effects. Here are some potential exercises: 1. Ingredient Identification: Recognizing and categorizing potion ingredients by their magical properties. 2. Mixing Methods: Mastering the techniques of stirring, shaking, and combining potion ingredients. 3. Temperature Control: Learning the precise temperatures needed for different stages of potion brewing. 4. Timing Practice: Developing a sense of timing for adding ingredients and the duration of brews. 5. Safety Protocols: Understanding the importance of safety when handling dangerous or volatile substances. 6. Potion Analysis: Testing and analyzing the effects of potions on inanimate objects or consenting magical creatures. 7. Remedy Brewing: Creating potions that heal ailments or counteract poisons. 8. Enhancement Elixirs: Concocting brews that temporarily enhance abilities or senses. 9. Transformation Potions: Experimenting with potions that can change one's appearance or species for a short time. 10. Invisibility Mixtures: Perfecting the tricky art of brewing potions that render the drinker invisible.

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In an "Alchemy" class, the curriculum would likely explore the mystical side of transforming substances into new forms, Alchemy would also be a form of magical chemistry class. Here are some exercises: 1. Metal Transmutation: Practicing turning base metals into gold or silver, starting with small quantities. 2. Elixir Crafting: Brewing elixirs that promote longevity or enhance physical abilities. 3. Philosopher's Stone Theories: Studying the legendary Philosopher's Stone and attempting to replicate its properties. 4. Substance Purification : Learning to purify and refine substances to increase their magical potency. 5. Gemstone Synthesis: Creating precious gemstones from common minerals through alchemical processes. 6. Liquid to Solid Transmutation: Transforming liquids into solid forms, such as water into crystal. 7. Herbal Alchemy: Using plants and herbs to create powerful extracts and essences. 8. Magical Ink and Paper Making: Producing materials that can hold enchantments or spells. 9. Alchemical Symbols: Understanding and using runes to enhance alchemical reactions. 10. Advanced Alchemy: Attempting more complex transmutations and understanding the ethical implications of alchemy.

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In a “Digital Engineering” class, students would likely explore the intersection of magic and technology. Here are some exercises:

1. Magical Circuit Design: Learning to create circuits that are powered by magical energy. 2. Enchanted Programming: Writing code that interacts with magical objects or creatures. 3. Rune-Based Computing: Using ancient runes to perform computations and process magical data. 4. Golem Programming: Crafting and programming magical automatons for various tasks. 5. Magical Interface Development: Designing interfaces that allow wizards to interact with digital devices. 6. Virtual Spell Simulation: Using virtual reality to practice spells in a controlled digital environment. 7. Enchanted Object Fabrication: 3D printing objects with embedded magical properties. 8. Magical Network Security: Protecting magical databases and networks from unauthorized access or curses. 9. Spellware Development: Creating software that enhances or channels magical abilities. 10. Technomancy Projects: Integrating technology and magic to create innovative solutions to common magical problems.

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In a “Magic Analysis” class, students would delve into the theoretical aspects of magic and its practical implications, to understand them and maybe creating your own. Here are some exercises:

1. Spell Structure Decomposition: Breaking down spells into their basic components to understand how they work. 2. Magical Flow Charting: Mapping out the flow of magical energy in spells and enchantments. 3. Ritual Analysis: Studying the steps of magical rituals to determine their purpose and effectiveness. 4. Magical Artifact Examination: Investigating the history and magical properties of various artifacts. 5. Potion Formula Deconstruction: Analyzing potion recipes to understand the chemical and magical reactions involved. 6. Enchantment Efficiency Testing: Measuring the strength and duration of enchantments to optimize them. 7. Magical Language Syntax: Exploring the grammar and syntax of magical languages and their impact on spellcasting. 8. Magical Ethics Debate: Discussing the moral implications of different magical practices. 9. Historical Magic Research: Examining historical texts to understand the evolution of magical practices. 10. Magical Theory Papers: Writing and peer-reviewing academic papers on various topics in magical theory.

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In an “Ancient Curses” class, students would explore the history, creation, and counteraction of curses from ancient times. Here are some exercises that might be included:

1. Curse Identification: Learning to recognize different types of curses and their symptoms. 2. Historical Curse Study: Examining ancient texts and artifacts to understand the origins of famous curses. 3. Curse Crafting: Understanding the components and ethics of creating curses (theoretical exercises only, magic analysis basics needed). 4. Protection Amulets: Designing and creating amulets that protect against curses. 5. Counter-Curse Development: Practicing spells and rituals that can counteract or break curses. 6. Curse Simulation: Role-playing scenarios to understand the impact of curses and practice countermeasures. 7. Language of Cursing: Studying ancient languages and scripts that were traditionally used to cast curses. 8. Ethical Implications: Discussing the moral considerations and consequences of curse usage. 9. Curse Removal Techniques: Learning various methods to cleanse objects, places, or individuals of curses. 10. Field Research: Visiting historical sites believed to be cursed and conducting investigations.

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In a “Defense Magic” class, students would learn how to protect themselves and others from various magical threats. Here are some exercises:

Shield Spells: Casting protective barriers to deflect or absorb magical attacks.

Counter-Spells: Learning spells that can negate or reverse the effects of incoming spells.

Disarming Techniques: Practicing spells and maneuvers to disarm opponents without causing harm.

Magical First Aid: Applying spells and potions to treat injuries caused by magical means.

Dark Arts Defense: Understanding and defending against dark magic, including curses and hexes.

Stealth and Concealment: Using magic to hide one’s presence or escape detection.

Anti-Poison Spells: Identifying and neutralizing magical poisons and toxins.

Magical Combat: Engaging in controlled duels to practice defensive and offensive spells.

Mind Protection: Strengthening mental defenses against magical intrusion and manipulation.

Environmental Defense: Using magic to manipulate the surroundings for protection, such as creating barriers or camouflage.

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In a class dedicated to “Poison Making,” which would be a highly controlled and ethically sensitive subject, students might engage in the following theoretical exercises:

Toxicology Basics: Understanding the properties of various toxins and their effects on living organisms.

Antidote Formulation: Learning to create antidotes for common poisons.

Safe Handling Procedures: Training in the safe handling, storage, and disposal of toxic substances.

Poison Detection: Practicing spells and techniques to detect the presence of poison in food and drink.

Historical Poisons Study: Researching historical uses of poison and the evolution of toxicology.

Simulated Poison Brewing: Theoretical exercises in brewing poisons with harmless substitutes.

Ethical Debates: Discussing the moral implications of poison use and the responsibilities of a poison maker.

Magical Containment: Learning to magically contain and neutralize poisons to prevent accidents.

Field Identification: Recognizing poisonous plants and creatures in their natural habitats.

Legal Knowledge: Gaining an understanding of the legal restrictions and regulations surrounding poisons.

It’s important to note that such a class would emphasize the importance of using this knowledge for educational purposes only, with a strong focus on safety, ethics, and legal compliance.

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In a class focused on “Changes and Comparisons of Abbreviated Spells in Ancient and Modern Magic History,” students would likely explore the evolution of spellcasting techniques and the efficiency of spell abbreviations over time. Here are some exercises that could be part of this class:

Spell Evolution Timeline: Creating a timeline to visualize the changes in spellcasting from ancient to modern times.

Abbreviation Analysis: Comparing the original long-form spells with their modern abbreviated versions to understand the changes in language and technique.

Efficiency Studies: Measuring the effectiveness and speed of casting abbreviated spells versus their full-length counterparts.

Historical Context: Studying the historical events that led to the development of abbreviated spells.

Cultural Impact: Examining how different magical cultures influenced the abbreviation of spells.

Language Shifts: Exploring how changes in magical languages have affected spell abbreviations.

Spell Adaptation: Practicing the adaptation of ancient spells into modern abbreviated forms.

Magical Linguistics: Understanding the linguistic principles that govern the creation of effective spell abbreviations.

Ancient Scripts: Learning to read and interpret ancient magical scripts where original spells were recorded.

Modern Usage: Discussing the role of abbreviated spells in contemporary magical society and how they fit into everyday magical use.

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The “History of Magic” class would be about exploring the origins and development of magical practices. Here’s how the class might be:

Ancient Civilizations: Studying the role of magic in ancient exctinct societies.

Magical Artifacts: Examining historical artifacts and their uses in various cultures.

Famous Magicians: Learning about prominent figures in magical history and their contributions.

Evolution of Spells: Tracing the development of spells from ancient incantations to modern-day practices.

Magical Creatures: Investigating the historical accounts of magical creatures and their interactions with humans.

Witch Trials: Analyzing the social and political factors behind witch trials and their impact on magical practices. (assuming there was witch trials at some point in their history, and a time where mages weren't common)

Renaissance Magic: Exploring the resurgence of magical interests during certain times.

Magical Literature: Reading and discussing key texts that have shaped magical theory and practice.

Modern Magic: Understanding the transition from traditional to contemporary magic in the context of technological advancements.

Field Trips: Visiting historical sites and museums to see firsthand the remnants of magical history.

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In “Animal Languages,” students would learn about the communication methods used by various magical and non-magical creatures. Here are some exercises that might be included:

Basic Animal Sounds: Starting with the sounds made by common creatures (like cats) and understanding their meanings.

Magical Linguistics: Studying the structure of animal languages and how they differ from human speech.

Non-Verbal Communication: Observing and interpreting body language and other non-verbal cues used by animals.

Spell-Assisted Communication: Using spells to facilitate understanding between humans and animals.

Creature Vocalization Practice: Mimicking creature sounds to communicate directly with them.

Field Studies: Conducting fieldwork to observe and interact with animals in their natural habitats.

Magical Translation: Learning spells or using magical devices that translate animal languages.

Historical Animal Speech: Researching ancient texts for references to legendary creatures and their languages.

Interspecies Diplomacy: Role-playing scenarios that require negotiation and communication with magical creatures.

Conservation Ethics: Discussing the importance of preserving magical creatures and their languages.

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In “Astrology”, students would explore the celestial bodies from a scientific perspective while also delving into the mystical aspects that have influenced human culture. Here are some exercises that might be part of this class:

Stargazing Sessions: Using telescopes to observe planets, stars, and other celestial phenomena.

Celestial Navigation: Learning to navigate using the stars and understanding the historical importance of this skill.

Astrological Chart Creation: Drawing and interpreting astrological charts based on the positions of celestial bodies.

Mythology and Constellations: Studying the myths associated with constellations and their origins.

Planetary Influence: Discussing the believed influences of planets and stars on human behavior and events.

Astronomical Calculations: Performing calculations to predict celestial events like eclipses and planet transits.

Space-Time Magic: Exploring theoretical magic that could be influenced by astronomical phenomena.

Astrological Predictions: Practicing the art of making predictions based on astrological signs and movements.

Cosmic Spellwork: Investigating spells and rituals that draw power from celestial events.

Scientific Debates: Engaging in discussions about the intersection of astronomy, astrology, and magic.

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In “Biology” class, students would study the life processes and organisms. Here are some exercises:

Magical Microscopy: Using enchanted microscopes to observe the cellular structure of magical plants and creatures.

Potion Ingredients Study: Examining the biological properties of common potion ingredients.

Genetics: Learning about the hereditary traits of common and magical creatures.

Ecosystems: Studying the interactions between magical creatures and their environments.

Plant Cultivation: Growing and studying plants with or without magical properties in a controlled setting.

Creature Dissection: Dissecting magical or common creatures (ethically sourced) to understand their anatomy and/or magical organ functions.

Field Trips: Visiting various habitats to study magical and common creatures and plants in their natural settings.

Conservation Magic: Learning spells and techniques for the conservation and protection of species.

Disease Research: Investigating diseases that affect creatures and how to cure them.

Biological Spell Development: Creating spells that can influence biological processes in plants and animals.

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In “Physical Education” class, the focus would be on maintaining physical health and learning how to incorporate magic into enhancing physical abilities. Here are some exercises that might be included:

Magical Warm-Ups: Starting each class with stretches and light exercises enhanced by warming spells.

Enchanted Obstacle Courses: Navigating obstacle courses that change magically, requiring quick reflexes and agility.

Broomstick Aerobics: Engaging in flying exercises that improve balance and coordination while on a broomstick.

Strength Spells: Learning spells that temporarily increase strength for lifting or moving heavy objects.

Magical Sports: Playing magical versions of traditional sports.

Endurance Charms: Using charms to boost endurance during long-distance running or swimming.

Flexibility Enchantments: Applying enchantments that enhance flexibility and prevent injuries.

Dance Magic: Incorporating magical elements into dance routines for a fun and active workout.

Meditation and Focus: Using meditation techniques to improve concentration and mental stamina.

Magical First Aid: Learning basic first aid spells for treating minor sports injuries.

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In “Flying” class, students would learn the art of flying, whether it be on broomsticks, magical board, or through levitation spells. Here are some exercises that might be part of the curriculum:

Broomstick Basics: Learning how to mount, dismount, and handle a broomstick properly.

Levitation Spells: Practicing spells that allow one to float or fly without the aid of objects.

Flight Safety: Understanding the safety protocols for flying, including protective spells and charms.

Aerial Maneuvers: Mastering basic flying techniques such as turns, stops, and speed control.

Magical board Handling: If applicable, learning to control and fly on magical board.

Group Flights: Participating in synchronized flying exercises to build teamwork and coordination.

Altitude Adaptation: Acclimating to higher altitudes and learning how to adjust for air pressure changes.

Racing Techniques: Engaging in friendly races to improve agility and speed.

Emergency Landings: Practicing how to land safely in case of an emergency or spell failure.

Weather Spells: Using spells to navigate and adapt to different weather conditions while flying.

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In “Swimming” class, students would learn not only traditional swimming techniques but also how to incorporate magic into their aquatic activities. Here are some exercises:

Water Adaptation Spells: Casting spells that allow students to breathe underwater and withstand pressure changes.

Aquatic Mobility Charms: Learning charms to enhance swimming speed and agility in the water.

Merfolk Communication: Studying the language and customs of merfolk to interact with them during underwater excursions.

Underwater Navigation: Using magical means to navigate through murky or enchanted waters.

Magical Marine Life: Identifying and studying the behaviors of magical creatures that live in water.

Water Safety Enchantments: Applying protective enchantments to prevent drowning and other water-related accidents.

Diving Techniques: Practicing diving spells that allow for smooth entry into the water from great heights.

Temperature Control Charms: Learning to regulate body temperature to comfortably swim in cold waters.

Underwater Spellcasting: Mastering the art of casting spells while submerged and dealing with the resistance of water.

Rescue and Recovery Spells: Training in spells and procedures for rescuing others from aquatic dangers.

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In “Music” class, students would explore musical arts, with and without magic. Here are some exercises that might be included:

Instrumental Enchantment: Learning to play and enchant instruments so they can be played magically without physical touch.

Magical Music Theory: Studying the theory behind music and how it interacts with magical frequencies.

Enchanted Choir: Singing in a choir where voices are magically harmonized.

Rhythmic Spellcasting: Combining spellcasting with rhythm to enhance the potency of spells.

Musical Creature Communication: Using music to communicate with creatures that respond to magical melodies.

Historical Magical Composers: Learning about famous magical composers and their contributions to the musical world.

Sound Manipulation: Practicing spells that manipulate sound waves to create music or silence.

Magical Performance: Preparing and performing in magical concerts or recitals.

Music and Emotion: Exploring how music can influence emotions and states of mind magically.

Instrument Crafting: Building magical instruments with unique properties and sounds.

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In “Art” class, students would likely explore various forms of creative expression, possibly incorporating magical elements into their artwork. Here are some exercises:

Enchanted Drawing: Practicing drawing techniques with enchanted pencils that bring sketches to life.

Potion Paints: Creating paints from magical potions that change color or have other unique properties.

Sculpting with Magic: Using transfiguration spells to sculpt materials like clay or stone without physical tools.

Illusionary Art: Crafting art that moves or changes, creating illusions that trick the eye.

Magical Photography: Taking and developing photographs that capture magical auras or movements.

Wearable Art: Designing clothing or jewelry with enchantments that alter their appearance.

Art History: Studying the works of famous magical artists and their impact on magical society.

Artistic Spellwork: Learning spells that enhance artistic abilities or inspire creativity.

Magical Murals: Painting murals with spells that make them interact with the environment.

Restoration Techniques: Using magic to restore and preserve ancient artworks and artifacts.

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In “Mathematics” class... well students would likely explore both the theoretical and practical applications of math, but may use magic too. Here are some exercises other than the "common" ones:

Arithmancy: Studying the magical properties of numbers and their use in spell-crafting and divination.

Geometric Spell Patterns: Drawing geometric shapes that form the basis of complex spell structures.

Potion Measurements: Precisely measuring and calculating potion ingredients for perfect brews.

Magical Algebra: Solving equations that predict magical phenomena or outcomes.

Astronomical Calculations: Using mathematics to predict celestial alignments and their magical effects.

Transfiguration Geometry: Applying geometric principles to accurately transfigure objects into different shapes.

Probability and Chance: Calculating probabilities to predict the outcomes of magical experiments.

Magical Graph Theory: Mapping out the connections between magical nodes or ley lines.

Temporal Equations: Understanding the mathematical principles behind time-related spells.

Mathematical Proofs: Proving theorems that underpin magical laws and principles.

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In “Health” class that would be held twice a year by the nurse(s), students would likely focus on both physical and magical well-being. Here are some exercises:

Magical Nutrition: Learning about magical foods and their effects on health and magical abilities.

Body Enhancement Charms: Understanding the ethical use of charms that temporarily enhance physical abilities.

Magical Hygiene: Learning spells and practices for maintaining personal and environmental cleanliness.

Disease Awareness: Studying magical and non-magical diseases, their symptoms, and prevention methods.

First Aid Training: Gaining practical skills in magical and non-magical first aid techniques.

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°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

🍡WARNINGS: NSFW | Fem character x fem reader | Smut | Modern AU | Both of them are adults | Minors DON'T interact.

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see  doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

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BloodySun with overprotective Moon (Old or New) is always fun plot wise. It can be played for humor with Moon being the stereotypical overprotective brother, but I’ve also seen it played up for maximum drama when Old Moon gets revived and straight up kidnaps Sun after grossly misunderstanding the situation and thinks Sun is in danger. And honestly I wish more people used it in their fics, there’s so much potential. (I was gonna leave a bunch of ideas but the first one got really long so just one I guess)

You could have Old Moon (at an early-ish point in the timeline) and Bloodmoon in a Cold War of sorts where they both hate each other but try not to fight for Sun’s sake. But Moon’s disapproval unknowingly affects how he interacts with Sun, making him subconsciously treat Sun like a child who can’t make his own choices. This pushes Sun away from him and closer to Bloodmoon, who hates Moon because it’s early-timeline Old Moon (do the math) and just feels more justified in his hatred and gets more and more open with it. But this only leads Moon to think that Bloodmoon is trying to isolate Sun and makes him infantilize Sun more, with pushes Sun further away in a vicious cycle, with things getting worse and worse. Old Moon starts crossing what boundaries he did respect in an attempt to ‘protect’ him. Sun is still too scared of Moon to stand up for himself, and when he does Moom just ignores it, so when it gets too much he asks Bloodmoon to try to tell Moon to fuck off for him. This makes things worse because now Bloodmoon actually is trying to get in between Sun and Moon, and even if it’s not for the reason Moon thinks it, Bloodmoon is NOT trying to hide it, and that’s goes about was well as you think it would. Things just get worse and faster until some major breaking point comes up. What that is can be whatever (Bloodmoon and Moon getting into a physical fight, Sun going somewhere for a few days to get away from Moon for a little bit, Sun and Bloodmoon “try Olivia Newton-John exercise” and Moon finds out and gets pissed (angst points if this triggers Sun’s trauma about losing control of his body), Moon and Sun get into a physical fight, I could see both Moon and Bloodmoon attempting murder (possibly at the same time), an outside villain just pushing someone over the edge)

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Bot Buddy who is Bulkhead's older sibling, member of the Elite Guard, interacting with Team Prime

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Transformers Prime

Part 3 of 3

“… Bulkhead did you adopted this one or something?”—Buddy

The team is surprised to see Buddy get on their knees to pay more attention to the humans. Buddy later gets an altmode with them and gets to hang out with Bulkhead.

Speak of which has not left Buddy’s side since the tackling. He wants to catch up on everything with them. Bulkhead is a bit hesitant when they are put out on the field without him. It makes him antsy. Not because he thinks that they can’t handle themselves. Mainly because his deep fear is them disappearing like last time and it being permanent.

“Buddy just promise me to not take on anything you know you can’t handle, okay?”--Bulkhead

“Don’t worry Bulk. Anyways it’s my job to worry about you not the other way around.”--Buddy

“Can we both worry about the other?”--Bulkhead

“… Alright.”—Buddy

He nearly had a spark attack seeing Buddy launch themselves straight at Predaking.

“Get off of him!!!”--Bulkhead

They did well by themselves for a while too. Whenever both are paired together, it is the equivalent of several semitrucks ramming into one another.

They do have their little sibling spats, mainly over little things like where to play lob or if it is necessary to break some things.

“Why are Bulkhead and Buddy not speaking this time?”--Wheeljack

“Bulkhead accidentally knocked down Buddy’s Jenga game.”—Miko

Miko via osmosis was now Buddy’s other sibling/charge. If Miko isn’t with Bulkhead or Wheeljack she is most likely with Buddy. Miko likes doing trust fall from Buddy’s height. Buddy has expressed the displeasure of the action, but they are powerless against Miko’s puppy eyes. Absolutely loves her to death though.

“Am your new charge now?”--Miko

“Miko you aren’t my charge.”--Buddy

“…”--Miko

“You’re my child now.”—Buddy

Jack is a bit wary of Buddy due to their giant size but gets used to them after a bit. Doesn’t hang out with Buddy that often but knows that he can trust Buddy.

“So, how’s things at school working out?”--Buddy

“There okay. I got a B in today’s Math test.”--Jack

“That’s nice.”--Buddy

Raf loves telling Buddy stories about his day and what has happened before their arrival.

“Then what happened?”--Raf

“I got his shaft and rammed to the side of the build to stop the both of us from falling off of the exercise course!”--Buddy

“Cool!”--Raf

When June and Fowler see Buddy they think that maybe Buddy was a former Decepticon turned Autobot. They are a bit shocked to find out that they are related to Bulkhead. They don’t mind Buddy. Often if the three of them are alone they are often found talking about the stress of looking after others.

“So, I’m not the only one here that dies a little inside when Miko starts running to the ground bridge?”--Buddy

“That’s right.”--June

“Yes.”—Agent Fowler

Has told both June and Fowler that if any harm were to come towards the kids that they would do whatever it takes to get them to safety. It’s a bit of a reliever but they still worry.

“I would die for them.”--Buddy

“Well that’s nice for you to look after the kids.”--June

“I. Would. Die. For. Them.”--Buddy

“…”—June and Agent Fowler

Buddy has already told Arcee, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead that they could be a sub and would absolutely lay their life down to make sure the kids are okay.

Bumblebee doesn’t like the way they talk and later asks if they want to talk about it.

Bumblebee via osmosis is now small sibling.

“Mine now.”--Buddy

“Beep?(What?)”—Bumblebee

Arcee tries brushing it off, but deep down is a bit concerned and relieved knowing that Jack has another pair of optics on him.

“I would die for Jack.”--Buddy

“What?”--Arcee

Bulkhead understandably is the most upset of the three because he knows that Buddy is dead serious. Don’t get him wrong, having another pair of optics on Miko from going into the ground bridge is a huge relief but he also doesn’t want to lose them.

“I would die for you and Miko.”--Buddy

“…please don’t…”--Bulkhead

Buddy and Smokescreen surprisingly get along well. The team later finds out its because he was constantly following Buddy during their time in the Elite Guard.

“Remember when I put a bunch of bolts in some of the stun guns?”--Smokescreen

“Remember when I beat you in the shooting range on the bet of a couple of rust sticks?”--Buddy

Ratchet is a bit hesitant with Buddy. Mainly because he is worried, he has to deal with another Bulkhead that’s twice as destructive. But is surprised in how gentle they are and how they manage to keep others from bothering Ratchet for too long, has respect for Buddy.

“Miko how about we go on a ride together and not bother Ratchet.”--Buddy

“Thank you.”--Ratchet

Optimus is just glad that he has another member join their forces. And sometimes engage in some small talk.

“Did you ever sit on that one bench in Iacon that always seemed tittering whenever you’d put any weight on it?”--Buddy

“… yes, I remember that bench.”—Optimus

Wheeljack constantly tries to break Buddy out of their shell. He wants to see the bot that annihilated those cons constantly.

“C’mon just go berserker one more time.”--Wheeljack

“For the last time Wheeljack no.”--Buddy

“You’ll end up like Magnus if you keep having a stick up—”--Wheeljack

“If I do it one more time, will you stop it?”--Buddy

“Maybe.”—Wheeljack

Ultra Magnus to everyone he looks like he has a strict coworker relationship. But really, he has one of the closest relationships with Buddy. Absolutely has Buddy’s back on the battlefield and at the base. Has bend rules a bit if it’s for Buddy.

“Buddy.”--Magnus

“Ultra Magnus sir.”--Buddy

“How are this evening’s reports coming along?”--Magnus

“All written down, except the most recent one.”--Buddy

“That was our patrol, no?”--Magnus

“Yes, sir. It should get done as soon as I finish with Miko’s music practice.”--Buddy

“No need to do that report. I will handle it.”--Magnus

“Oh? Thank you, Ultra Magnus, sir.”--Buddy

“Please, Ultra Magnus is perfectly fine.”--Magnus

“Then, thank you Ultra Magnus.”—Buddy

“…What was that?!”--Miko

“…”--Bulkhead

“Miko?! What have I said about eavesdropping?”--Buddy

“…”--Bulkhead

Bulkhead doesn’t know what to think about it.