#the vice president made me her rival

[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

I don’t like action remakes but I love the soundtracks

[httpisaoki]

stupid in love ft. yu jimin

sypnosis: you can deny it all you want, but yu jimin can't help but to be stupid in love with you-- even if it she showed it in the most cheesy way possible.

warnings: fluff, pre-established relationship, flirting, both reader and karina are in the top 3 of their school-- so basically karina likes reader and isn't afraid to hide it AND shes so loser coded in this fic broooo

-> the final part of the chrome hearts series. inspired by stupid in love by max ft. huh yunjin.

know it's a little soon, maybe but I'd go anywhere you take me long as you're calling me, baby they can all call us crazy

jimin couldn't handle the boredom, the both of you sat on your respective seating arrangement, the two of you being seatmates-- she would always find a way to tease you. 

the two of you were the best of the best when it came to aces in your university. jimin being the swim captain, and one of the best volleyball players in yonsei, while maintaining her grades into a 99. you on the other hand, were a known 'genius' in your school, being the vice president of the stuco, you had always been the most responsible and respected person on campus, not only that, you were the top 1 in yonsei.

ever since the both of you were spotted together, the common 'academic rivals' trope stood between you too, most of the students made a fanbase between the two of you. basically, they were being nosy in whatever you two had. wether it was the crowd's opinion or not, yu jimin made it her mission to swoon you over.

until, a year ago, while in the middle of her bet of making you hers, she fell for you. yes, yu jimin was helplessly in love with you. now, jimin clicks her tongue, sighing before finally breaking the silence.

"you know, i wish i could've met you all over again." she teased with a smile on her face.

you glance at her, tilting your head in question, "hm?" you hummed.

she laughs, "oh, c'mon! stop playing dumb with me, yn. i mean, just look at me!" she chuckles, her eyes are bright and shiny as she grins wide, her lips puckered into a small o-shape, her eyebrows raised up in amusement.

she tilts her head at you, a smirk painted on her small, pink lips as she waits for your response. 

as jimin waits for you to respond, she gives her hair a slight shake, the strands of dark brown hair falling down onto her shoulders.

her eyes are full of glee, she couldn't help but to feel giddy. you made her heart pump loudly in her chest, but for the sake of embarrassment, it didn't show.

"i wish i could've met you for the first time all over again." jimin laughs, leaning back on her seat to look at you.

as she finishes on speaking, she bites the tip of her tongue, her teeth digging lightly on it, the tips of her cheeks flushing. she lets out a small giggle as she leans back on her seat, her hands folded on her chest as she looks at you.

she opens her mouth to say more, yet nothing seems to come out of her when the mere fact of her heart hammering like crazy and her thoughts blanking out made her unable to move-- to utter another word.

you chuckled, "hm? why? did you miss me that much?" you teased her, stretching your hands as you turn to face her. your body language has always been an open book to jimin. the way you lean back into your seat and the way your shoulders slouch, the way your hand brushes against your neck, to her; these actions seemed so natural.

she sighs, before finally uttering a single word: "yes." her fingers brush over the hem of her blouse, as she shifts in her seat, feeling incredibly embarrassed at her own actions. 

she crosses her legs under the table and bites her tongue, a small smile etched on her lips as she waits for a reply from you.

you smile at her, "i thought so." before continuing the lectures you were reading.

even though she was a bit irritated with your reply, her stomach twisted and turned, getting more butterflies than she should have.

"y-yn!" she whined in an exaggerated tone in attempt to get you to hear her. "stop working on that stupid exam paper, talk to me!" she whines again, this time, leaning a little forward from her seat.

you glance at her, then at the papers on your desk. you sighed, finally giving in. "alright. i'm sorry, rina." you give her a soft smile.

she gasps, placing her both hands on her chest, in some sort of an exaggerated motion. 

"r-rina?" she teases, her voice was high pitched and her tone was teasing, "did you miss me that much? i'm flattered." she continues, her head tilting to the side, her eyebrows raised.

you playfully rolled your eyes, you scoffed softly, "your ego is huge." you smirked, "but yes, I did miss you." the statement makes her ears go red.

she laughs, giggling as well as biting her tongue. she puts her face on her palms, laughing 

even more, her fingers running through her hair as she tries not to laugh too hard. 

"yn.." she teases, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as she looks at you, before continuing, "you know you're cute." her dark eyes sparkle under the dim lighting. Her words made her cheeks burn.

you smirked, "hm? I think you're even cuter when you blush.."

her face heats up even brighter, she tries to cover her flushed cheeks with her palms, yet it was to no avail as her hand keeps trembling. 

"w-well--" she tries to speak, but her voice came out as a mumble. the both of you were having a cute moment, but it was a bit strange as her face was so flushed that it was almost redder than her eyes. you would always remember her blushing face everytime you two are together.

she looks down and sighs quietly as she plays with her hair, her cheeks still incredibly red. you notice her tapping her leg under the table in an anxious manner. 

you couldn't hold back your curiosity anymore and you just had to ask "jimin," you say, wanting to get her attention. she slowly lifts her head, to look at you with a bright smile. her eyes are still sparkling as she looks directly into you eyes, a small blush painted on her cheeks.

you couldn't help but notice her nervous nature, it was adorable how jimin was so expressive with her feeling. you couldn't resist teasing her. 

"jimin, you do know that blushing doesn't hide your feelings, right?" you teased, letting out a small chuckle as you look at her small red cheeks, her eyebrows slightly quirked up in amusement as you notice her nervous hand gestures.

even after all the time you spent together, jimin was still the same girl you learned to love. she was the same girl who made you laugh, and taught you how to love. yu jimin was the girl who loved you, and you'd hate to admit it, but you were stupidly in love with her.

I don't wanna think too much let's get matching tattoos I don't wanna think it through baby, I'm so stupid in love (with you)

masterlist.

[ayrastv]

got a thing for the troublemaker?!

sypnosis : you and the student council president—rin, have a tendency to piss eachother off. what if this rivalry turns into something else?

content : reader is reffered as ‘miss’ or ‘her’ (i hate writing ‘name’ ‘y/n’). very light angst, you’re both in CRAZYYY denial, fluff, you’re a troublemaker :p EXTREMELLLLYYY CORNY and overused storyline..i am sorry🙏🙏🙏, cursing, highschool au and idk what else to add

tagging @megutime !

“this is dumb.” rin sighs, the principle made a poll whether there should be a school prom, or a sports event. of course, rin voted the sports event. whats the point of a school prom?

and not to his surprise, the school prom won. the principle left the job of setting up the prom to the student council president, rin swears this event is gonna be the death of him.

he’s currently buying some supplies with the vice president felena. “i think this fabric would make good ribbons.” she holds up the silky white fabric to show rin, he just nods in approval.

“so, have you decided who you’re taking to prom?” felena asks, the blush evident on her face. (rin is too dense to notice).

“no one.” he says blankly, causing felena to give him a dissapointed look, but thats okay, theres plenty of time. (for what?)

rin is taking the boxes of materials to the student council room when suddenly, he’s pushed to the side harshly, stumbling upon the boxes. “what the hell-“

“oh, my bad pres!” you continue running, you were trying to catch your friend in the hall, running around aimlessly (which is, also against the hall rules)

“tch..” if looks could kill, you’d be dead because rin is glaring at you from afar. he’d get you in trouble by now, but he has to bring these materials to the room, he’ll get you later though, for sure.

rin sets down the boxes on the shelf, his mates are discussing about the setup. “oh, hey rin!” felena greets him first. “we’ve got a gist of what to do, we’re gonna need more help though. we’ll need some students to volunteer.” rin grumbles, already knowing he’ll have to take care of that.

“fine, ill try to get some people to help.” its gonna be a headache, but he’ll get through it.

ring ring ring!

“oh, shit.” rin didn’t even realise the time, it was already time for classes. “we’ll continue this during break.” rin hastily leaves the room.

rin checks what class he has first, ugh, of course it has to be history. he rushes to the class, he’s already 5 minutes late. (it doesn’t matter much, he’s the teachers pet so he’ll get away with it.)

when rin enters the class the professor politely lets him in, but you’re the first one to break the silence. “wow, a whole 7 minutes late pres. didn’t expect that from you.” you tease.

“shut up, will you?” he glares, he hasn’t forgotten about your little mischief from earlier, you’re definitely not escaping detention today.

honestly, you hate classes, which is why you’re eyes are currently fighting your consciousness, daring to close shut. rin doesn’t fail to notice, he’s always trying to find ways to get you in trouble, afterall.

“professor.” rin speaks up. “you might wanna check up on her.” the teacher turns to you, realising you’re asleep. he walks over to your table, hitting his duster on it so you wake up.

“well, Miss sleeping beauty, would you like to explain to the entire class about the topic?” your teacher asks sternly, you take a moment to recollect your surroundings.

“oh, uh.” shit, you’re in trouble. “i would not.” your professor gives you a disappointed look. “stand, for the entire class. atleast you wont fall asleep like that.” your professor returns to his spot and continues explaining the topic.

you can feel eyes on you, chatter and laughter about you, nothing your not used to but god its annoying. you especially notice your rival looking quite smug—he’s the one that told the teacher, didn’t he?

ill get you back, just you wait itoshi.

during break, you had a little scheme, a classic prank, you’d put a little hit me note on his back, his reaction to people constantly hitting him would be priceless!

you’re walking to the halls with your little sticky note, trying to spot the itoshi. ah! there he is, by that locker. you could never miss his tall figure.

you realise he’s talking to someone, you gotta execute this carefully. you hide behind a nearby locker, sticky note in your hand just waiting to be sticked on his back.

“this is the list of food items we decided on.” felena hands rin the list, and you don’t miss the way her hand brushes against rin’s, lingering a bit too long for your—hey, wait, why are you paying this much attention to such a mundane detail?

“mhm. ill take care of it.” rin nods.

“so, uhm. have you decided yet?” felena asks.

“decided what?”

“who to take to prom..” felena smiles at him.

“no.”

“oh, okay. anyways..ill see you later.” she walks away.

rin shrugs, not giving her constantly asking that question too much thought. however, you, on the other hand are deep in thought about the whole conversation, your sticky note is long forgotten, fallen to the ground as your brain cant stop thinking about the whole scene.

you feel..troubled? you honestly have no idea, but you’re getting pretty bad vibes right now. “i must not be feeling good from all that running..” you’re gonna avoid the feeling, for now. its probably fleeting, right?

this isn’t what you planned for at all.

of course that dumb principle had to give you the worst punishment of all—help your enemy set up the prom decorations, really?

you scoff as you fold the fabric into ribbons, damn that itoshi. it wasn’t that serious, right? you had no harmful intentions! but wait, how did you even get here?

“he’ll never see it coming!” you thought, waiting behind the door with your water bottle, ready to splash it right in his face.

you’re still not over what happened during history class, when you heard rin’s gonna be taking some files from the storage room, you just had to sneak in there! how could you not?

“cant believe im wasting my time moving around these pa-“ splash! there’s water all over his face….and.. the test papers?

you fucked up.

“what the fuck..” rin is furious, you know you’re not going to hear the end of it…but how were you supposed to know he was holding the test papers?!

“you’re done, you’re fucking done.” rin glares at you, he looks like he’s about to punch you but he has some restraint.

“whats going on here?” the principle notices the commotion, coming over, when he see’s the wet test papers he already knows you’re the reason for this.

“Miss, you’re in huge trouble.” uh oh. “both of you, to my office, now.” he leaves.

“dang it..” you sigh. “this is all because of your idiot ass.” rin doesn’t waste time, taking your arm and dragging you to the office.

“we’re here, sir.” rin enters the room with you.

“explain yourself, miss.” the principle crosses his arms, demanding an explanation.

“ahh, well, you see. i was just doing a silly pra-“

“i’ve heard enough.” the principle looks stern. “these test papers were important, and this inconvenience is going to cause a lot of problems in the schedule, do you understand that?”

“..yes sir.”

“good, you’re punishment is to set up the entire prom, you too rin. call the others off duty.”

“what?” rin looks angry. “me? im not th-“

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

“i understand.” rin grits his teeth, as soon as you left the principle’s office, rin scolded your ear off. (he looked cute when he’s angry), wait what are you talking about?!

so, thats why you’re here now, setting up the ballroom with rin. “hey, idiot, pass me the scissors.” rin shouts from the other side. you grumble, taking the scissors and walking over to him.

you don’t realise you’re pointing out the sharp side of the scissors, and rin unknowingly reaches out for it and a cut pierces through the skin of his finger. “ow!” rin squints at the cut.

“oh, oops.” you shrug it off. “don’t you know the giver is suppose to hold the sharp side, dumbass?” rin scolds as usual. “you’ll be fineee, ill get you a bandaid.” you head over to your bag, getting an emergency bandaid.

you walk over to him, bandaid in hand. “show me your finger.”

“i can do it myself.”

“just show it, bro.” you huff. (im sorry THE BRO-ZONE HAHAHA)

“ugh, fine.” he holds out his hand, you’re surprisingly gentle as you wrap the bandaid around his long finger, pressing it to make sure it doesn’t peel off, your touch feels nice, warm and—

“heyyyyyy, ‘thank you’???” you cross your arms, he snaps out of his daydreaming.

“whatever, thanks.”

it’s officially a day before the prom! unfortunately, all students have to attend. no one’s asked you, and honestly you dont plan on asking out anyone either—not like anyone would wanna go with you anyway.

“hey, rin.” the familiar voice startles you, eavesdropping is bad—but you never intended on being good anyway right?

“hm, whats up?” rin turns to felena.

“you know, the prom is tomorrow.” oh, you know where this is going.. “do you wanna be my date?” felena asks, a blush evident on her face.

you don’t know why, but you’re curious about rin’s answer, why are you scared he’ll say yes? you can’t shake off this feeling..

“uh.”

rin wasn’t used to this at all—he can’t believe his assistant was asking him out to prom, its not that he wanted to go with her- he just didn’t know how to reject her without causing much conflict.

he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind.

“im…already going with someone.” he lies.

you’re in disbelief, and for some reason, sad, jealous..?

you didn’t think he’d have anyone, you thought he’d be like you, going alone. you don’t know why you’re so upset about this. its not like you care..right?

“oh.” felena brushes it off with a smile. “nice! who are you going with?” of course, she’s prying.

rin’s struck frozen for a second, think, think, think of a name, fast!

“im going with her.”

you’re shocked, did he just say your name? but he didn’t even ask you out-

am i relieved..?

for some reason, you’re relieved, but still, confused. you’re gonna need to talk to him. wait, why are you relieved? thats not the point right now anyway—felena just gives him a nod, as soon as she leaves you’re rushing over to him.

“what was that about?” your hands go to your hips as you ask him, a mischevious smirk on your face—one he’s seen quite a few times.

“you were eavesdropping? god, can you get any worse?” he sighs. “…i didn’t know how to reject her.” he looks away, trying to hide his red face. “can you, uh, play along?” does this mean what you think it means ?!

“of co- i mean, fine. you owe me for this though..” you conceal your excitement, no way you’re excited at going to prom with the itoshi rin right?

you’re getting ready for the big night, you’ve got your favorite dress on with some jewelry to compliment it, maybe you do care about rin’s approval a little more than you anticipated..but whatever, you can’t wait to see his jaw drop when he see’s your outfit!

you’re confidently walking to the ballroom, you enter and you can feel some eyes on you, distracted by the whispering and chatter in the room—

“hey, you only need to focus on me.” suddenly, you feel an arm around your waist, you’re face immediately burns up when you turn around and see none other than rin, your prom date.

“oh god, just s-shut up.” you look away, its hard to ignore his warm fingers clasping your dress, keeping you close so you don’t get lost. since when could he be a gentleman?

you both walk over to the main area, you admire your and rin’s work, it truly did pay off! you grab some punch, a classic for prom. “have some too, you’re such a party pooper.” you tease rin. “ill pass.” he grumbles.

most of the night goes on with you talking to some friends and making trouble (rin is there to stop you).

soon everyone goes back to their own group or date, you and rin are in a little corner away from the crowd. you decided to bring him here since you could tell he wasn’t that comfortable over there.

“hmm, ive given it some thought and your favor to me will be doing my homework for the week!” you say proudly, rin grumbles. “fine, figured your dumbass would ask for something like that.”

“hey, thats rude, bullying is against the school rules!”

“shut up.”

“shut me up.”

“what?”

“what?”

and before you know i-

a/n : WOAH THERE!!! i’ve decided to split this fic into 2 parts! sorry but, you’ll have to wait to see part 2 (IM SORRY AHHAHAJA I LOVE CLIFF HANGERS) ANYWAYS.. MANGA READERS!! DID YOU GET THE REFERENCE OF WHAT RIN SAID WHEN THE EYES WERE ON U🥺🥺🥺 (i felt so genius writing that) UMM ANYWAYS this is really cliche and rushed..im sorry about that :(( BUT ngl i think i did a good job writing this.

i know, i am a little over 10 minutes late to rin’s birthday i am sincerely sorry i love you rin ur such a cutie i am totally not inlove with your brother!! 🫶🫶

ANYWAYS PEACE OUT !!

[delcakoo2]

ema’s fic rec’s ₊˚⏃⊹!

i decided to make a lil’ masterlist of fics i thoroughly enjoyed for you guys to also read and support these amazing authors <3 make sure to give them lots of feedback and love; do not be a silent reader T-T! also, there will be no social media aus or smut in any fics below. have fun!!

★ = ALL TIME FAVORITE !!

ENHYPEN !

⚠︎ yang jungwon:

http-do-you-luv-me? ★!!! (16k, jock won, e2l, f, a)

i have reread this masterpiece countless times and it’s p much my comfort fic T-T i could rant about it forever, even if u dont read enha/longfics just read RNNN, all time fav fs <3

for any price ★ (9.4k, assassin won, f, a)

saw assassin and clicked immediately jshsjs, very unique and exciting!! plus yeonjun is featured.. *stares*

in your dreams ★ (10k, dreamwatcher? won, e2l, f, a)

you cannot find any other fic like this one, very creative idea and has a bit of everything !!

love that blooms (demigod au, f)

chasin’ your pretty thoughts (22k, mindreader won, f, a)

lost cause (8.5k, classmate won, f, a)

would you be so kind? (3.7k, classmate won, f)

crepuscule (11.5k, vampire won, f, a)

closer (4.7k, ravenclaw won, f, a)

war tactics and kisses (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (9k, jock won, f, a)

⚠︎ lee heeseung:

always been you (16.5k, badboy/bestfriend hee, f)

my camp counselor is kinda hot (demigod au, f)

attention, please! (8k, jock hee, f, a)

⚠︎ park jay:

study lessons (12.3k, jock jay, f, a)

⚠︎ sim jake:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ park sunghoon:

the 7th sense (10.3k, dragon hoon, f, a)

marriage discount (2k, fake dating, f)

reasons to date (2.8k, classmate/friend hoon, f)

enchanted (3k+ ongoing series, prince hoon, f)

⚠︎ kim sunoo:

none for now <\3

⚠︎ nishimura riki:

sixteen eighty-five ★! (6k, e2l jock/newsclub riki, f, a)

another all time fav, everything about it is just what i enjoy in a fic and i could reread it over and over <33 niki is so mean but then so nice it’s just auhsjs aww

dear bus-noona ★ (0.8k, stranger riki, f)

i barely read short drabbles, but this was absolutely adorable and had me laughing and smiling even with just 800 words <3

kitty got your tongue (14.6k, assassin riki, f, a)

sucks to be you, sleepyhead (demigod au, e2l f)

all i want for christmas is you (5.4k, e2l, fake dating, f)

attention, please! (10.8k, jock riki, e2l, f, a)

lucky charm (2.6k, classmate riki, e2l, f)

behind the net! (9.8k, jock riki, team manager reader, e2l, f, a, plugging my own fic cuz why not)

⚠︎ ot7:

silenced ★! (20k+, zombie apocalypse series)

i just love apocalypse aus so when i found this i KNEW i’d love it <3 the boys are all so loveable and unique in their own ways and mc is so chill but also a badass <3 very high recommend!!!!

TXT !

⚠︎ choi yeonjun:

steal my heart (19.6k, royal + arranged marriage au, f, a)

i said “why won’t you forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

mr. vice president (7.3k, frenemies/academic rival yeonjun, f, a)

⚠︎ choi soobin:

actions have consequences (4k, lifeguard au, f, a)

⚠︎ choi beomgyu:

the prince and the jackal ★!! (11.8k natureprince gyu, f)

AAH ANOTHER ALL TIME FAV, i could talk about it forever, but it’s just so unique and close to my heart and the bantering is so cute, idc if u dont read txt read rn it’s amazing <3

the only exception ★ (12.4k, stranger gyu, f)

this fic is just so warm and homely? it made me smile lots T-T

i said “why won’t you “forget?” (2.7k, runaway beomjun, f, a)

favor (4k+ twoshot, classmate gyu, f, a)

⚠︎ kang taehyun:

none yet <\3

⚠︎ huening kai:

none yet <\3

EXTRA ! (i don’t read bts anymore, but i wanted to include these since they’re still favs of mine!)

so you wanna be the best ★ (8.1k, POKEMON TRAINER JUNGKOOK! f)

I GREW UP WITH POKEMON, DIGIMON ALL THAT. so when i saw this??? i genuinely screamed this. one is vv close to my heart <3

lifeguard ★ (12.6k, lifeguard jungkook, f)

this fic will get you to giggle at least once, istg one of the funniest fics i’ve read it is HILARIOUS i’m not over jk putting sunscreen on mcs back and her thinking it was tae the whole time T-T

thank you for reading!! again, make sure to give the authors lots of love :D

[perfectsunlight]

( 𝟭𝟱 ) ✏ 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: language

𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲

minjeong’s steps propelled her forward with a swiftness that seemed almost supernatural, outpacing her own thoughts as she zeroed in on the sight of your brown locks, adorned with a pristine white bow that sported a very distinct logo.

the crowded corridor parted like the red sea before her, students instinctively making way for their determined president on a mission.

a vice-like grip on your arm yanked you away from your ballerina best friend, steering you toward a secluded corner within that corridor.

“what are you doing?!” your voice escaped in an exasperated whisper, your arm breaking free from her grasp as she came to a halt. “where have you been?” minjeong inquired, her breath steadying as her keen eyes scrutinized your puzzled expression.

your brow furrowed as you attempted to unravel the enigma shrouding her words. “what are you talking about?”

a weary sigh escaped minjeong's lips, her gaze drilling into you with purpose. “you haven’t attended tutoring in three weeks.”

“oh, i have been.” your response was swift, and your body relaxed, standing firmly against her interrogation. “i haven’t missed a single session, actually.”

a disbelieving laugh escaped minjeong's lips, her disbelief palpable. “come on now, y/n. stop it. why haven't you been going?”

“but i have been attending,” you retorted slowly, your gaze never wavering as it bore into the president with a hint of knowing. “did wonyoung not tell you?”

in that precise moment, the revelation hit minjeong like a bolt of lightning. a peculiar sensation stirred within her chest as she realized what had been happening all along; you were seeing wonyoung instead of her.

but you were her student, not wonyoung's.

the shock slowly gave way to a complex mix of emotions—frustration, jealousy, and a touch of embarrassment. minjeong, accustomed to being the center of attention and the academic leader she was, had mistakenly believed you were avoiding her, allowing envy to color her actions.

but the mere mention of wonyoung, her academic rival, added fuel to the fire burning inside her.

“are you seriously telling me that you've been meeting with her instead of me?” minjeong's voice, tinged with annoyance, cut through the air.

your eyebrows shot up in response to her tone, your curiosity piqued. “well, yeah. she's been helping me and i’ve been doing well. what's wrong with that?”

minjeong bit her lower lip, masking her irritation. “i thought you were ditching, and now i find out you're seeking help from her instead of meeting with me for the past month.”

a flicker of emotion danced in minjeong's eyes, and you couldn't help but take notice.

“is there a problem with that, president?” you inquired, your voice layered with mockery.

the president's competitive spirit surged to the forefront as she couldn't bear to appear second-best, especially in academics. “no, of course not. but i am your designated tutor, and i firmly believe i’m better at tutoring than wonyoung is.”

a sly grin curled upon your lips, seizing the chance to stoke the flames that were growing. “well, i appreciate your offer, but i'll stick with wony for now. she's been doing an excellent job, and i even scored my first 100% because of her.”

minjeong's jaw clenched, and she struggled to maintain her composure. she couldn't believe you were dismissing her in favor of wonyoung. granted, your academic progress was remarkable, but she harbored suspicions that this newfound success was not solely attributed to wonyoung's efforts.

after all, she knew well about the generous donations the jang family had made to the university.

with a scoff and a shrug, you casually brushed off minjeong's irritation, relishing the opportunity to provoke her further. “i won't, president. thanks for checking on me, though. if you weren't so boring, i might've found it sweet.”

the mentioned girl’s eyes narrowed at your parting words, her irritation simmering just below the surface. she was not accustomed to being labeled “boring” or having someone toy with her like this. your dismissive tone stung, further fueling her determination to prove her worth.

she knew she was more than just a “boring” tutor, and she was determined to show you her true capabilities.

with a cryptic remark, minjeong spun on her heel and departed, her thoughts consumed by plans to make her tutoring sessions not only productive but also unforgettable. 

a spark of competition had been ignited, and she had no intention of backing down; especially when it came to proving herself.

retrieving her phone from her bag, she unlocked it and dialed the first name that came to mind. as she made her way past students bustling down the corridor, the ringing on the other end echoed in her ear until, after a few rings, a voice answered.

“what is it? i'm busy getting my nails done.”

minjeong couldn't help but roll her eyes at the whiny response, shaking her head as she pushed through the glass doors and stepped outside.

"i need your help, ning."

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[jungle-angel]

The One With The Wrestling Contest (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the height of mating season in the Delta Tau Epsilon house and the boys are holding a little contest in the basement to win the hands of their s.os

Warnings: Frat parties, wrestling contests in the basement references to smut 18+ only

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia

The basement was louder than a friggin concert stadium on a summer's eve, the bluetooth speakers blasting the music on high volume. The ding of a bell and the raucous shouts of a bunch of drunken frat boys and sorority sisters filled the basement which was already packed full of people from across the campus spectrum.

You were watching from the homemade bleachers on the other side of the room, you and several of your girlfriends from the Phi Gamma sorority and a few others, were all sitting close together each in a different colored toga that you had all made from shitty repurposed bedsheets, cheering on the boys who were down in "the pits".

"C'mon Kyle!"

"Beat the shit out of him Kyle!"

"Go for his balls Kyle!!"

Kyle Shanahan slipped in and football tackled the Alpha Beta rival by the waist, dragging him down into the inflatable pool full of strawberry scented k-y jelly.

The bell dinged again and everyone stood up, cheering and barking as Kyle victoriously threw his hands up, howling with all his long-haired, bearded glory. His girlfriend, Karen McCann, practically jumped from the bleachers and into his arms, riling up the crowd in the basement.

"Oh God I don't think I can do this," Kayce groaned.

"Ya'll know what happens to us if we don't right?" Rhett asked him.

Kayce's nostrils flared at the thought. Every Delta Tau in the past had to fight for their mating rights every year around this time, those slimy little Alpha Betas daring to encroach into their territory. Kayce looked up at the bleachers and saw Monica cheering everyone on. Under no circumstances would he allow Stan Winthorp to put his grubby, pervy hands all over Monica Long. Kayce could feel his eyes burning when he saw Stan making his way into the pits, ready for action and eyeing Monica who rolled her eyes.

"Over my dead fuckin body!" Kayce blurted out.

"Down homeboy!" Rhett ordered. "Look at me, look at me......are ya'll gonna allow Stan to get with your girl?"

"FUCK NO!"

"Are ya'll gonna allow him to get with her?"

"FUCK NO!" Kayce shouted furiously.

"Then ya'll get in there and show him who the top dog is!" Rhett told him. "Ya'll are a LEAN, MEAN FIGHTING MACHINE!!"

Kayce let out the most frightening war yell anyone had ever heard when the bell dinged again, signaling for him to get in the pits.

"Oh my God I don't think I can watch this," Monica laughed.

"Brace yourself Monnie, it's about to get crazier," you chuckled.

"In that case I'd better do a shot," said Cairo, Foster's boyfriend.

You handed Cairo the little nip of McGuillicuddy's mint flavored liqueur which he swigged back as though it were water. It was eight seconds.......eight painful seconds before Kayce leapt up off his feet, grabbed Stan and landed him in a triangle choke right on the ground. You, Monica and the others cheered from the bleachers as Kayce riled everyone up, the crowd chanting his name as Stan sulked off to clean himself up and lick his wounds.

"Holy shit!" Kayce gasped, wiping his face with a fresh towel. "That was fuckin great!"

"Alright Foster ya'll are up! Go get'em!" Rhett told him.

Oh man did Foster look pissed. It wasn't even a split second before he had the Alpha Beta prick on the ground, the very same one who had been pestering Cairo the week before at one of the bars. It had taken both Kayce and the vice president of the Sigma Sigma Kappa house to get Foster off him and drag the prick away.

Rhett eyed Smitty from across the room with a fury, his eyes burning like a pair of cobalt flames, nearly black with the intense desire to fight. The other frat leaders kept encouraging him, tapping him on the shoulder and hurling obscenities and insults at the Alpha Betas.

The bell dinged and it was time for him to go in. The bluetooth speaker started to play Eminem's "Till I Collapse", full blast as the two frat leaders entered the pits, staring each other down as they assumed the position.

Rhett nearly blacked out as the bell signaled for them to fight. It was a slippery mess as they tried to keep their feet balanced, holding onto each other as he fought to wrestle Smitty to the ground.

"Think you're too good huh Abbott?" Smitty sneered. "Just you wait until (y/n)'s in my bed and I can......."

A loud war yell fell from Rhett's mouth as he flipped Smitty right over onto his back, the slick of the k-y jelly splattering everywhere upon impact. Rhett rose, beating his chest with one hand in the ecstasy of his sudden victory.

You ran from the bleachers and threw yourself right into his arms, kissing him heatedly, neverminding that he was coated in strawberry scented lube. Smitty angrily slunked away into the corner with the rest of the Alpha Betas while you and Rhett basked in the afterglow of his triumph.

"Wanna meet me upstairs later?" Rhett asked wiggling his eyebrows a little. "Meet Caesar at the midnight orgy?"

"As long as your truck doesn't turn back into a pumpkin I'm down," you chuckled before kissing him again, much to the delight of the basement crowd.

[carbonmonoxide-detector]

for story time,

in fourth grade, i had a friend group.

we were the pineapples. i came up with the name.

quinn was president because he had to be. i was vice president and cody was vice vice president, sometimes we would switch because quinn would sometimes make me vice president since i was the only girl and it made the club look good

nick and joey were identical twins and best friends with quinn. they were trusted with secrets even cody wasn’t, things about quinn’s parents i only found out recently. how he was neglected at home, and he was controlling and an ass at school only because that was the only form of control in his life he knew

rafael was the last member of our group, he worshipped me and quinn. no one liked him tbh, he was always kinda. outside. of everything, his whole life. he had been following me around and begging to be my friend since kindergarten, and he was extra persistent then. he wanted to be part of the group in whatever way he could manage. so quinn, cody, and i all made an executive decision. he was the janitor. he would throw out the trash at the end of lunch in exchange for sitting at our table and listening. not really talking because like. i have to admit i was a bitch. i was a shitty person in elementary school. and quinn and i were both mean in some of the same ways to rafael. we didn’t wanna listen to him, but he wanted to sit next to us so we let him listen to us instead. he would draw with me in study hall while the others were at recess, stuff like that.

i was finally a big part of a group again. abby had found other friends. auren and kj had stopped blindly doing everything i said(good for them). maddie was. maddie. and didn’t wanna share her power anymore. but quinn and i were both the top of our class, we were academic rivals. people agreed that marshall, cody, and brandon were all just as smart but it was almost unanimous that quinn and i were the most ambitious and therefore going to be the most successful. i was in the spelling bee, quinn was in battle of the books. things were going my way at least for that year and i loved it so so much

CO level: Safe, but I sentence you to 3 months of experiencing life through Rafael's eyes during the described time period

[writingpei]

wicked games (l.m.) - chapter twelve

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pairing: lee minho x reader genre: academic rivals to lovers wc: 2.5k words

i'm looking through you

when you're rich and influential, you learn to live a life where everything always goes your way, and minho knew that from a very young age. that's why he didn't worry so much about dropping out of the student president contest, because he knew his father would do anything to put him back in the place he wanted.

when minho was alerted that there was a new rule in place that made the second most voted candidate vice president of the student council, he knew his father had rushed to make up for his action, but minho wasn't really complaining about it.

he would have more time to annoy y/n now anyway.

in fact, he had time right now! skipping through the halls as soon as the bell rang, excitement palpable in his body as he worried to find her in the middle of the sea of ​​students to break the news and see that hateful expression she always got when he said something she didn't wanted to hear.

however, something changed inside him as soon as he saw her walking away, her back turned to him as she escaped his presence, leaving him for the other boy. what seemed to bubbling in minho's stomach the most was that she didn't seem at all bothered by hyunjin's presence, but not that he would admit that her lack of attention genuinely got to him that much.

so when he walked into the school, he tried to put his thoughts that were flying back and forth in his head in place and understand why his fists were clenched tightly, and his feet were tapping against the hallway floor.

yongbok, however, understood the reason as soon as minho sat next to him on the bench in the middle of the garden.

"what happened?" yongbok asks his friend who had his eyes glued to the ground, a permanent frown staining his features, but already knowing exactly what it was about.

“she left me talking by myself!” he explodes, throwing his arms to the side to show his displeasure. “she didn’t even want to hear me because he was telling her to go with hm. do you believe in such a thing?”

“why are you so upset?” yongbok was a passive spectator to the push and pull that is the relationship between the two, but as the years passed and minho's ignorance only grew, he opted for a different approach: he would drop hints, little shocks to try to open his eyes so that he could understand for himself what he really thought about her and why he cared so much. “why does it matter so much to you?”

“because…” he paused for a few seconds and crossed his arms in a tantrum. “because she didn't pay attention to what i was saying, and i hate when people don't pay attention to me” his gaze went up to look at his friend for the first time since he sat down, and yongbok's knowing look took away some of his stability . “it's not just about her, actually it's not about her at all. i just don't like to be ignored"

if there was one thing yongbok knew about minho it was that - surprisingly - he wasn't stupid. but if there was one thing he knew about minho more than anyone else, it was his ability to manipulate himself. yongbok knew that was what he did to protect himself, to keep his walls structured, and mainly to keep himself sane. minho was always on edge, one step forward and he fell off the cliff. if his pulsating pride had blocked any idea of ​​realizing the love he felt for the girl, maybe it was for the best.

if he was already crazy about her without knowing it, one could only imagine the damage it would be if he knew.

maybe it was for the best, but not for the peace of mind of yongbok who would have to endure this torture for decades more, and he couldn't give a shit about the well being of humanity at this point.

“i didn't say anything about her in first place” yongbok says with a little smile on his face like the ones he gives once he wins his stupid cellphone game. "are you sure it's not about her?"

"obviously! it's almost offensive that you think i'm angry about her. i'm the one who gets reactions from the other in this relationship” he retorts defensively, but his friend's smile only grows wider.

"relationship?"

minho feels a heat that goes from his neck to his ears at the playful tone that comes out of yongbok's mouth. he is never embarrassed when he sees his name in first place in the huge ranking in front of the entrance to the school, much less when he is going to talk to one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen in his life, which is why he refuses to believe that park y/n would do it without even being around.

“ah yongbok, don't bother me. that was the way of saying it” he waves his hand for his friend to leave him alone and presses his crossed arms more tightly against his chest, as if if he pushed too hard, he would be consumed inside himself.

“you should pay me for being your psychologist for so many years” is the only answer she gets from him, in a velvety voice full of humor, indicating that his smile still hovers intact over his face. “try to find out for yourself then”

if there was one thing minho knew about himself it was that - surprisingly - he wasn't stupid. the problem is that the nights he lay awake rolling around in bed weren't enough to make him figure out what the hell yongbok wanted him to figure out on his own.

“it's not fair” he complained one morning. “you can't give me a riddle without half the clues and expect me to solve it. i know that my intelligence is gigantic, but that makes it difficult even for me”

“but you have the clues” yongbok replied, sipping his juice. “just look inside yourself for a bit”

but he had no idea.

he was fixated on the joy he felt getting the girl out of her mind, getting reactions out of her and making her heart beat faster with anger just by imagining his face.

but when he saw her with the blond boy, he was the one who felt strange, as if an anger rose from his chest to his thoughts, taking over his senses and destabilizing his calm.

it just so happened that the more he thought about these things, the less the idea that he just wanted to gain the gratification of drawing her attention to himself left his head. he was pretty sure that was it, there was no other reason for him to bond with her anyway. her personality was insufferable, she was like a fun inhibitor, her face always closed and lifeless, the books that piled up on her desk during classes weren't really an attraction for him. her stupid hair, lips that never bloomed into a genuine smile over anything but the feeling of superiority, hands that wrote delicately on paper and her floral scent that invaded his senses every time he crossed paths with her. minho hated it all.

he hated her.

but he needed to find her. too many days had passed since the day she'd turned her back on him, and he still had to rub it in her face that he'd won the vice president position.

it was lunchtime, but she wasn't in the sea of ​​people scattered around the tables. he would recognize her anywhere.

his steps however were towards the only person he, unfortunately, thought knew her whereabouts. the blond locks drew attention and it didn't take long for his confident steps to take him to the table full of jocks from the school's basketball team.

“oh, it's lee minho” he heard a whisper coming from one of them, but he just rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pocket, waiting for hyunjin to turn to him.

when the boy did, his mouth was full of food and his eyes widened in mild surprise.

“oh, hi man” he said as soon as he swallowed.

“where is y/n?” he got straight to the point. he had no desire to chat with hyunjin. he didn't know if it was his face, but something about him made him travel to that bad and inexplicable feeling he felt the last time he saw him.

“um…” he looks around the table and when he notices that very few of his friends are paying attention to the conversation, he responds very quietly as if he is telling a secret. “she wouldn’t like it if you asked me so loudly about her in the middle of so many people”

“i piss her off enough already,” minho replies, a snarky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“oh” hyunjin replies, eyeing him warily for a few seconds. "the last time i saw her, i think she was on her way to the library, but i don't know if-"

minho immediately turns around, leaving the boy behind with a confused and slightly offended expression on his delicate face.

“i didn't even get to finish speaking…”

minho takes big steps toward the library. if she was there, it would be perfect timing, as all the students were having lunch and it would be empty.

he enters slowl into the large room that was consumed by total silence. he couldn't see anyone there, not even the librarian. he began to think she wasn't even there, but as soon as he heard the short, silent footsteps against the wooden floor coming from the bookshelves area, he slipped inside and did his best not to make a sound, walking over to where she was.

he entered a hallway of bookshelves, walking between them with enormous caution. his eyes traveled from title to title, spine to spine, fingers tentatively sliding across them.

until he sees her through a small gap between the shelves of the bookcase, on the other side.

a few books are hugged against her torso, eyes quick and hard as a hawk perusing the title of every book in front of her. she hadn't seen him yet, and minho found himself so interested in her purely natural posture that he unconsciously moves closer to the crack, wanting to get closer, wanting to understand her better.

her hair is tied up today, which is unusual. the skin on her neck is showing, and for some reason, his eyes linger more than usual in that area. when he realizes what he's doing, he takes a step back as if he's been slapped, and the sudden movement seems to draw the girl's attention, who looks directly at him, also through the gap.

“you freak me out, you know?” her voice dominates the entire room, even if it's low. minho doesn't understand why, but the echo of her words in such a large place didn't sound horrible in his ears. “that’s some really weird behavior. following me and watching me? you should be reported”

“following you and watching you? oh, flatter yourself, i only came here to ruin your day” he says, but feels something warm in his chest at being caught in such a compromising position.

“whatever i say is not going to shut you up, whatever you say is not going to matter to me at all, so there is no point” she says, fishing one last book off the shelf and walking towards the front door.

“you said i would have many other opportunities to try and drive you mad when you left me for him” he says, walking up to her.

she stops and turns to him slowly, a puzzled look on her face.

“left you for him?” she repeats, confused, but minho just nods once he's right in front of her. “don’t say things like that, minho, it’s disgusting”

when she turns to go on her way, an urge rises inside minho. he didn't want to see her leave without him having told her everything he wanted to say to her, he didn't want her to leave without the satisfaction of knowing that his image would be in her head for a long time after a simple futile exchange of words, even if fueled by hatred. because of that, his hand suddenly grabs her wrist from the arm that was free of the books and turns her towards him once more, in an exasperation to return to her field of vision as if his life depended on it.

y/n is taken aback like every time his strangely soft hand came into contact with her body, but with the amount of things she carried in her other arm, she lacked the strength to even try to remove her arm from his touch.

minho is already okay with touching her when he feels it's necessary. now, the contact no longer made his face heat up strangely like before, but it had become almost like an odd need when he saw her.

they lock eyes and they can feel their breathing getting heavier. y/n is strangely at a loss for words to use against him, her cards up her sleeve. for some reason, and she would never admit it out loud, the sight of him in front of her didn't trigger the feeling of disgust as strong as it normally felt, in fact, the heat of his touch had risen through her entire body and taken over her head, causing a mild and unknown dizziness.

after a few seconds of never-before-experienced closeness and overwhelming silence, minho struggles to get the words out of his throat.

“i…” he starts but falters slightly after noticing how intense her gaze is on him, alert. “i've wanted to tell you since that day i got promoted to vice president of the student council because i was second place” when he says this, it seems like she's snapped out of a trance, and the strength to tear her arm away from his touch finally pops up.

the look of surprise was taken over by a palpable anger and he realizes it as soon as she takes a step back, distancing herself from him as if he had shocked her.

"what?" she asks, a bitter taste in her throat.

minho wasn't enjoying this as much as he thought he would. oddly enough, the silence of previously unknown intimacy was far more preferable for some reason he couldn't quite put into words.

his shoulders slumped in inexplicable dismay, and the expression of annoyance on her face made his voice even more timid and withdrawn as he said "i hope we work well together, prez" before he hurried out of the library and leave her alone there.

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[happyqueenandgrumpydork]

Tomorrow March, meaning woman history

[hoursofreading]

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/07/24/us/politics/kamala-harris-democrats-nomination.html

Late on Sunday morning, Vice President Kamala Harris summoned a small clutch of her closest advisers and allies to the Naval Observatory, where she lives and works, with little notice and even less information.

President Biden had informed Ms. Harris earlier that morning that he was withdrawing from the race. The vice president had assembled her team so that the exact moment Mr. Biden formally quit, at 1:46 p.m. — one minute after the president had informed his own senior staff — they were ready to go.

Time was of the essence. A sprawling call list of the most important Democrats to reach had been prepared in advance, according to two people with knowledge of the situation. The vice president, in sneakers and a sweatshirt, began methodically dialing Democratic power brokers.

“I wasn’t going to let this day go by without you hearing from me,” Ms. Harris had said over and over, as day turned to night, according to five people who received her calls or were briefed on them.

She phoned past Democratic presidents, many of her potential rivals — including Govs. Gretchen Whitmer of Michigan, JB Pritzker of Illinois and Josh Shapiro of Pennsylvania — the Democratic congressional leaders, Senator Bernie Sanders, the heads of the various influential caucuses and other top Democrats, a person with direct knowledge of the call list said.

The blitz demonstrated exactly the kind of vigor and energy that Mr. Biden had lacked in recent weeks. Mr. Biden had reportedly made 20 calls to congressional Democrats in the first 10 or so days after the debate, while his candidacy hung in the balance. Ms. Harris made 100 calls in 10 hours.

[universestreasures]

That Haunting Emptiness (Drabble)

Prequel Drabble To This Thread With @shacchou

Looking back, he should have said more. Mokuba was well aware of how important this entire endeavor, this entire search for Atem, was his to Seto. He...He needed to find him; to have that final duel and resolve the rivalry they had developed over the years. It was just something his brother wouldn't just 'get over'. When his brother was obsessed with something, he was obsessed with it till it was seen through. This Mokuba knew well by now.

But...he still can't help but feel regret deep down in his soul for not trying harder to stop this. The chance of success with an untested prototype, no matter how brilliant the design, was not certain. Mokuba knew that. Seto knew that, and yet...his brother still went and did it anyway, left this realm for the world of the afterlife to see his rival again.

This left Mokuba on his own truly for the first time since his brother's coma. Sure, they had times they were separated, such as when they had that confrontation regarding their past where he sought aid from his friends, but...Seto was always there. He was always in the same realm as him. That wasn't the case here, for the two brothers were whole realms apart, separated by the barrier between life and death.

And despite his best efforts to run Kaiba Corporation in his brother's absence on top of his work at school, he...he wasn't handling it well. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, Mokuba's condition physically and mentally worsened. He was barely eating, barely able to sleep, barely able to live. How could he...when his brother, his other half in many ways, his major reason for living, was not with him right now with no guarantee of a return?

Regardless of the circumstances, however, the young boy remained hopeful. His faith in his brother was unmatched, stronger now than it had been years before. His brother would come back. He had to. He couldn't...

He couldn't abandon him...not again...

Mokuba found himself in Seto's office, having taken residence there in his temporary role as acting president. Mochi was in his lap as he stared aimlessly at the computer screen, sitting comfortably there as he petted the soft fur of her back. Normally he wouldn't bring his therapy cat to work daily, but it had become a necessity. Having her around gave him a sense of company when his friends, such as his Buddyfighter crew or the Blue-Eyed Maiden herself Kisara Utahara, could not be present. It was company he desperately needed during these times.

In addition to his feline companion, Mokuba had other items with him. On top of his and Seto's pendents that he wore hidden one of Seto's old blue ties, he also had been given the responsibility of holding onto Seto's physical deck, considering his new Duel Disk system used virtual cards. This included his three trusted Blue Eyes White Dragons, cards Mokuba had always loved. Having those mementos, along with bringing his scrapbooks to work, made things both easier and harder for him. He missed his big brother so much, more than he ever has in his entire life.

Why wasn't he back yet?!

Mokuba's purple hues are then widened as he hears the sound of panicked footsteps from outside the office door, soon enough glancing upon Isano who appeared to look distressed. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his face. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"Master Mokuba! You're needed at the Space Station! Mr. Kaiba...Mr. Kaiba is...!"

The vice president doesn't even let him finish. He's out the door as soon as he hears his brother's name, leaving Mochi in his care. He is pushing through every person in his way, not caring about anything more than being quick. He had one goal in mind: seeing his brother.

"Where is he?! Where is my big brother?!" Mokuba demands as he arrived at the control center for the station, his voice not sounding too unlike the CEO's.

"H-He's up there still, M-Master Mokuba, b-but you should-"

"Then send me up there right away!" He says as he makes his way to the elevator, slipping through the coated scientists who were attempting to block the entrance.

"B-But sir! There is something-"

"I said send me up there, now!!!"

His voice, one akin to a dragon's roar, silenced the workers, all of them moving silently as Mokuba sits down and prepares himself for the ascension into space. Truth be told, he's never actually been up here himself. The elevator only had a single seat, after all. Not only that, he had been wanting to wait for a special occasion to see it for the first time, like his fourteenth birthday that wasn't too far away from now. Seems like that plan would have to be thrown away, for the current situation was more pressing.

As he is locked in and the chair starts moving up towards the stars, his heart raced out of his chest. He isn't sure what he's feeling right now other than the adrenaline. He should be joyful, happy that his brother was back, but Isano and the staff's expressions made him doubt. The boy shakes his head, suppressing all of those thoughts as he approaches the top, the top of the elevator his brother had created.

Upon reaching the station, he jumps out to head to the room where his brother's prototype should be. Despite never having step foot in here, Mokuba had been present during the entire design process. He knew the entire layout by heart. It's why it doesn't take him long to find the room, the doors slowly opening with no sound in the room other than the sounds of the computers humming.

And that's when he sees it, before his very eyes, his brother's prototype...and the person that was inside of it.

"Seto!!!!" The name escapes his lips easily as breathing as soon as the sight of his brother reaches his now watery eyes. Mokuba wastes no time running to his side, pressing the buttons on the side to open the pod. "Thank goodness you're back! I knew you'd come back, Seto! After all, we promised that we would always stay to-"

It is at that moment when the boy's blood runs cold, the euphoria he felt due to his relief all but drying up in an instant. For before him was indeed his brother, but...not in the way the younger brother had hoped. Seto's body was in a rough shape, his clothes torn and covered in a red liquid that Mokuba soon saw coming from the corner of his brother's mouth. The smell of the iron from the blood hit his nose, confirming that what he was seeing was...

"No, no, no! Big Brother? Big Brother!?" On instinct he holds his brother's hands, feeling their coldness immediately upon contact. The tears from his eyes flow into streams, flowing down his cheeks like a river. This...This wasn't...

"HQ? HQ?!" He calls out to the monitor in the room, praying that someone can hear him. "Someone...Someone send a doctor! A doctor up here, now! Seto...Seto needs help! The transport must have been too intense for his body! Hurry, or else he...!"

"Master Mokuba. There is something...we've been trying to tell you."

It is then that Isano, holding Mochi in his arms, appears on the screen, his signature sunglasses having been removed as the other Kaiba Corp employees behind him hung their heads low. Never had Mokuba seen his brother's right hand man without those glasses on, an unpredicted sight that made the pit in his stomach grow larger by the second.

"Master Seto...His..."

"Don't...Don't..." His grip on his brother's hands tightens as his gaze shift's to Seto, his eyes shut and unable to look back at him.

"His heart rate was... non-existent the second we saw him re-enter the station. I...I am sorry, sir. There is...nothing we can-"

"Shut up..."

"But Master Mokuba-"

"Just shut up!!!! My brother isn't...My brother isn't dead!!! He...He can't!!!! He promised!!!! He promised me we would always stay together! Always!!! That he'd come back to me after his stupid duel with a dead man!!! He'll...He'll prove you all wrong!!! Just watch!!!"

His arms then move to hug his brother, not caring that his off-white suit was to be stained with the color of red roses. Tears fall from his eyes and onto his brother's face, his breathing heavy and his body shakes. This...This couldn't be...

"Seto...Come on...Wake...Wake up...Show them that you're gonna be okay...Wake up...Wake up!!!"

But...his pleas went unanswered, no matter how much or how long he cried next to his brother's empty husk. Nothing he nor Kaiba Corporation's resources could do could change the situation. Nothing could change the reality...that Seto Kaiba was...was...

"Seto!!!!!!!!!"

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Mokuba screams awake, scaring his feline companion who had been attempting to wake him up the moment he started talking and yelling in his sleep. He was not up in the space station, not next to his brother's corpse, but instead back at home...in Seto's bedroom. He had taken to sleeping in there since his brother left, a way to feel closer to the person he wished was at his side.

Mochi finds her way closer to Mokuba, performing her usual repertoire of soothing behaviors to try and help him calm such as kneading his palm. His breath was heavy, his body was shaking, and he felt like sick to his stomach. A hand was over his mouth, as if trying to prevent himself from throwing up as the flashes of what he witnessed replayed in his mind over and over.

He couldn't get the image of his brother, cold and covered in blood, out of his head...

The ever-resourceful kid moves to his phone, checking if any correspondence or updates about his brother's status had been made. Thankfully, or unthankfully depending on how one might see it, there was nothing. His brother...was still missing, but he wasn't...

He drops the phone then to instead open the pair of lockets around his neck, staring at the pictures of himself and his brother intensely, the pictures he clung to during desperate times like this. Seeing Seto's smile, the smile he cherishes, does a bit to help quell his panic. Though, that sight nor Mochi's assistance could do little to fix the fear that had surged through him, the fear for the future that had manifested in the form of this night's nightmare.

A future where Seto...broke his promise. A future where he...died and left him all alone...just like his mother and father did so many years ago...That's what he feared more than anything, and the current situation only made that fear he's had for years...worse...for it seemed more probable now than ever before.

But...Mokuba, despite his struggles and traumatic experiences, was a strong kid, a strong kid because his brother had allowed him to become one through his guidance and selfless protection. It was because of Seto that Mokuba was still able to have hope, still able to believe in the impossible. And it was that feeling, one that slowly was coming to the surface, that guided him to stand up from the bed with Mochi in his arms. He goes to open the curtain in Seto's room, purple hues staring at the stars he could see through the city's skyline.

"Big Brother...I believe...I believe that you're still alive...I don't know when but...we will be together again...I...I just know it..." Despite the shakiness of his words, his conviction is clear. "And I'll wait for you Seto...I'll wait for you...forever if I have to...Just...Just please come home...someday. I...I need you here, just like...I know you need me, too."

It is at that moment, without the boy's knowledge, that a supernatural phenomenon occurred. The boy's strong feelings for his brother, ones of familial love and hope, seemed to have awakened someone. Or more accurately, the parts of the soul of someone who cared for Seto as much as he did.

For inside his brother's deck, sealed protectively in the suitcase on the other side of the room, his three dragons began...to faintly glow, a glow that would soon...light the way for these two brothers to....be reunited.

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Why are we to be worried about Hunter Biden and whether he used drugs? We should be worrying about a man who kept secret Government documents related to our nuclear capability. We should be worrying about a man who wants to be president and whose friend is a Communist leader and a dictator.

I probably should request all anonymous questions to kindly reference the article/post inspiring such questions. I'm often left wondering what evoked these queries. First, let me just say, vote for whoever you want. I don't think anyone is going to change their opinion regarding the upcoming election based on anything they read on Tumblr. I mean, let's be honest here. Second, the entire Justice Department, most every major media outlet, the 50 some retired CIA folks who wrote an open letter all said Hunter's laptop was Russian disinformation BEFORE the last election. Some have recognized the error, barely. Others have never owned up to it. It defies logic that all these people/organizations made a mistake. It was a deliberate lie. We are seeing a propaganda machine here in this country that rivals anything put together in modern times. It shouldn't matter which party you prefer, this should scare you. Third, do you remember Geraldine Ferraro? She ran for vice president several elections ago. Her husband was John Zaccaro who pled guilty to real estate fraud (see LA Times article: https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1985-01-07-mn-11727-story.html). Her son, in college at the time, was known as "The Pharmacist" because of the amount of drugs he was dealing. What's the point? It is highly unlikely that Ferraro didn't know what her family was doing. Just like the current situation. That's why we're worried about Hunter Biden. In the old days it would be called influence peddling. However, it seems to be an accepted perk of elected office now and it makes me quite disappointed. It's not just the drugs, it's the money received for being on a board for a company he knows nothing about, it's about the children he has raped (note I said "raped". The media tries to soft pedal it saying things like "having sex with an underage woman". That's BS. An "underage woman" is a child. Having sex with a child is rape. It is beyond reprehensible. Reports are starting to surface that the FBI planted some documents in the material they recovered in the Trump raid. Biden won't be prosecuted for doing the same thing because the investigators in his case said he's too senile to stand trial. And I was not aware of nuclear secrets being among the documents retrieved. Thank goodness our FBI has them now. (that's supposed to be sarcastic.) I am quite frankly much more concerned about our country letting Iran develop nuclear capabilities, however. I can't imagine why our congress and president thought that was a good idea. I rarely get into politics on my blog. I come here to escape all that. But sometimes folks I follow come up with some of the most unusual conclusions. In rare instances I will comment. I can only assume this question derives from one of those comments. And lest you think that I believe one party is evil and the other wonderful, I would suggest to you that they are merely two sides of the same coin. We need to clean house, and not just at the Federal level. As an example, I would offer to you that if Epstein's list of clients were published it would contain significant numbers of members of both parties, as well as many of the Hollywood elites, and other entertainers. Forget jail. We will need a battery of wood chippers. Lastly, thank you for being polite in the wording of your question. I hope you have a wonderful Memorial Day 2024.

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Choices review: High School Story

Continuing on with my reviews, I'm doing one of the fan-favorites: High School Story! In the first trilogy, you play a sophomore going to a new school and you have to navigate new friends, new bullies, an evil principal, and a school rivalry. For the second trilogy, captioned "Class Act" you play a freshman who's school life focuses mainly on extracurricular activities, namely drama and helping friends run for class president. Don't worry--it's not as boring/cliché as I make it sound. And I have a habit of listing drawbacks to things rather than positives, so don't assume I hate the book! Make sure to check out my overall feelings at the end of each review.

Book 1 was really great. While the plot didn't intrigue me like other stories and the media's usual portrayal of high school made the relationships in the book feel very PG by comparison, but the characters were probably the best part of the book. Something that kind of annoyed me is how Michael is labeled the "bad boy," even though he really isn't. He's more of a loner who occasionally breaks rules--and I'm glad, considering I'm not big on bad boys. I do think it sucks that you can't pair Emma and Caleb together if you're not romancing them--maybe not in book 1 since Caleb is still processing his breakup, though. I do wish we had more extracurricular options, but I understand this is in the earlier days of the app, and they did well with what they had. I feel like Zoe and Brian's arcs in this series are A MESS, though. Zoe cheated on Caleb since Summer vacation and Brian had some kind of feelings for her, but when Caleb finds out, she tries to go back to him, and it felt very flat. Brian also gave a weak apology, and it looks bad because you decide whether or not Caleb forgives him, which makes it feel like MC allowed room for Caleb to excuse Brian's actions again. I'm just glad the writers didn't make Brian and Caleb become friends again, considering what comes later. Another thing I'd have enjoyed was explaining why MC transferred to Berry High, as well as their relationship with their parents; half of their dialogue with Scott is just "Dad/Daaaaad/Dad!" Overall, it was a good book, even if it didn't immediately have me wanting more.

Book 2 covers how the principal is caught in a scandal and is replaced by the vice principal, who is not only totalitarian, but also scamming the school. In comparison to the previous installment, it felt better and inferior in my opinion; It was too bad that despite us being able to make Emma and Luis a concrete couple in book 1, we don't have the option to lock down a relationship until the end of book 2. I also wish MC got the option to work at the school station during the winter season, and the friction in the school felt unfair towards students like Caleb who didn't think anything bad of Principal Isa's hall monitors. Those who fought against Isa were really insensitive to those who followed her rules like they didn't understand those who were raised to respect authority (even to extremes) and were being abused themselves. And lemme just say: the road trip gave me "The Freshman" vibes and I wish we'd gotten to have more fun like that outside of our "High School Story." And why were Maria's dads the only parents who were suspicious of Isa?

Book 3 was probably the best book in the OG trilogy--and shouldn't the last story in an arc always be the best, from a writing perspective? After a fire burns down the rival school, they come and stay at your school--and rivalries inflame the school. I will say it was kind of weird how deep this rivalry was, given that how you act affects the attitude of the freshman students from your rival high school. Speaking of them, I'm glad we can pair up some of our rejected love interests, though they brought up something I wished we could've discussed more in the series: sexuality and identity. It's rare to discuss sexuality in GOC books with main characters since everyone is playersexual, but Cameron talking about being nonbinary and Emma talking about coming out as bi had me wishing that we'd gotten to address this earlier (especially since many modern genderlocked Choices books try to work sexuality into the mix). For example, if in book 1 you go to homecoming with someone of the same sex, your dad doesn't know it's romantic and you have the option to come out to him in book 2 (honestly I'm surprised Aiden didn't have his own Kaitlyn Liao moment by coming out to his helicopter parents). I also wasn't the fan of the main villains being from the rival school (and how they look like college students, even if some high schoolers look like that). If they had to go that route, make Zoe and Brian the villains, both of them further spiraling after Caleb's disassociation from them--or have Skye be the villain with Brian to give off a Cheryl and Jason Blossom vibe, and after Skye's beat, she becomes the better person we see in book 1 of Class Act. I kinda wish these books were spaced out during several school years rather than one.

Class Act: Book 1 has you play a Freshman character at Berry High, and your original main character makes occasional appearances, with mention to their dating life and extracurricular activities if you choose to import them. The book primarily focuses on how you navigate your crush on your childhood best friend Rory and auditioning for the school play. NGL, it was messed up how we get blamed for our original MC getting hurt while auditioning, and I HATE slow burns, so the crush on Rory and cold shoulder from Ajay was annoying, to say the least. But it was satisfying--but you know what would've been super interesting? If this book kicked it up a notch and focused on investigating how MC got hurt (or maybe a random character is hurt/killed). Though I will admit part of this desire is fueled by wanting Daniele to be punished for her actions. It's mentioned later that she's going to therapy, so maybe that could've been court-mandated? And the twin dating Amber felt kind of out of nowhere; I feel like Amber didn't need to be a factor in this in that the twin could've had their life together better than MC, but that's just me.

Class Act: Book 2 wasn't as fun for me as book 1. It focuses on how MC's twin and Rory are running against each other for class president. It was super icky, especially if you're romancing Rory. Your twin's feelings of betrayal feel (almost) unjustified since they expect you to help them win simply because you're related. It's super ugly and Ajay's issue with his parent's divorce felt like a B-story despite how it affected him. But I do want to praise the fact that we see the characters wear new outfits for the winter season!

Class Act: Book 3 focuses on your spring musical going to an international convention in London! Honestly it's the most fun I've had in the CA trilogy. You also find out that MC and their twin have a biological family member living in London. I don't recall it being mentioned before that they were adopted. Was this addressed in the previous books? Maybe I missed that, but it was fun to get to know more of your character's family--though I do hate how it feels like a missed opportunity to cement MC's ethnicity; oftentimes, MC is customizable but their race is ambiguous. It'd be nice getting to know more of their British culture (along with Asian or African, depending on their race). But a BIG issue I have is with Rory's dad. Throughout the book, he sneaks around with one of MC's teacher, and it's revealed that he's been going through some emotional things that he couldn't bring to his wife...and we all don't dig deeper than that. I won't fault him since it's a "toxic masculinity" topic, but the fact that his wife forgave him so quickly felt a bit off, I guess? And Skye is being manipulated by her parents since they're financing the school play and it's future in London is in their hands. It was a really good arc, though in my alternate idea for "HSS: Book 3," it would've been interesting to see more Brian in the book. Even if he's awful, it'd make more sense. Overall, it was an enjoyable book.

HSS was a long series! Honestly I find "Class Act" more interesting story-wise, but the original trilogy had 5 love interests (not that having the option of Rory being a handsome male theatre nerd completely secure with his masculinity wasn't AMAZING), so in that aspect, it's superior. Both trilogies are replayable and as a franchise, a fun time, though the changeable extracurricular activities and various love interests in the original series makes it somewhat better, imo.

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I don't know what possessed me but I googled the head mean girls from my grades in elementary and middle school.

The one from middle school is now a Jesus-blogger, Christian author, and copy-writer. I had no idea she was religious like that when we were in school together (and maybe she wasn't, maybe it came later), but otherwise that fits--she was WAY above grade level in writing ability in middle school, better even than me. The whole friendliness shtick that that job description entails rings kind of funny, though, because the clique she headed in middle school didn't have to be at odds with other cliques, she personally chose that for them--in fact, some of the second tier girls in her clique could eat at rival cliques at lunch if they wanted as long as they disavowed her mean-girl agenda. But, that was middle school, and it's easy to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that a lot of girls go through a mean girl phase at that age and most outgrow it. OTOH, Jesus-blogger, so who knows whether she actually outgrew it, or whether she just realized that success comes through painting a mean-girl interior with an aggressively "nice" veneer.

The one from elementary school is a senior vice president at a PR firm. Also fits, I think. She very carefully engineered herself to be the MOST popular girl in our grade. It was her sidekick who was more the really mean girl who kept everyone in line (but I've forgotten her name, and no one liked her anyway). In 4th and 5th grade, she also made forays into active attempts to be a teacher's pet. The more I think about it the more hilariously fitting I think this career is for her, based on only having known her from ages 6-11.

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AHHH JUST CAME FROM SCHOOL AND REALIZED THERE ARE SO MANY LOVEY DOVEY THINGS GOING AROUND OUR CLASSROOM OKAY SO

- . Academic Rivals. | There was this girl i knew, she was top of our class and were academic rivals with our vice president ( boy ) they kept fighting over things but it would always be a tie, the girl was good at fighting, roasting people and was really good at science and art. While the boy was good at debating, athletics and at apan and filipino.

Let me tell you this guys hated eachother while acting all lovey dovey at the same time, THE TWO DONT KNOW WHAT LOVE IS AND NEVER WILL.

One day they were assigned for the dance performance at our school as partners at their first day of practicing. Our vice was all flirting with her ( for fun ) like " your way to pretty to be a commoner" and the girl was shook at this and said to him " Well i think you are a low - life and don't deserve to be to one in our school. And he was like "omfg the pretty commoner just insulted why tf am i blushing thats an insult- "

The girl was switched to be seatmates with him because she had a bad eyesight that made letter change to other letters or make them blurry. Her seatmate ( lets call him kristian ) kept kicking her seat so she just moved to the side ( ik cause im behind her. ) and she was all sleepy and ended up SLEELING ON OUR VICE PRESIDENT'S SHOULDER WHILE HE TOO WAS ASLEEP<33 And then they were sleeping and let me tell you.

When they saw the picture they were all like omfg you look so ugly while sleeping. To eachother, and then someone from our class shouted maam academic rivals po yan to lovers, tapos yung class ay nag eeeee

NAH I JUST REALIZED FILIPINO WORDS IM SORRY

Description of your average wattpad love story anon

But also i feel so single after reading this???? Like i’m so happy for the two but tell them to share some advice on how to get an s/o my god 😫 this some good drama 👀

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Medvedev: US Will Collapse in Imminent New Civil War. Reza Pahlavi: Iran is ripe for a revolution. New Amnesty Plan for 500K Illegals. US National Debt Explodes. Bugs And Goo. What Is a Woman?

Lioness of Judah Ministry

Sep 09, 2024

Putin has offended me – Trump

The US presidential candidate has said he doesn’t know why Putin has “endorsed” his rival

Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump has said he felt “very offended” when Russian President Vladimir Putin expressed support for his election rival, US Vice President Kamala Harris. Asked during an international economic forum in Vladivostok on Thursday if he had “a favorite” in the US election, Putin said that he will follow Biden’s endorsement of Harris and “will support her as well.” Putin also said “Trump imposed more sanctions on Russia than any president who came before him,” and suggested that Harris “would maybe refrain from such actions.”

Putin Ally Predicts US Will Collapse in ‘Imminent New Civil War’

Former Russian Prime Minister Dmitry Medvedev, a close ally of Russian President Vladimir Putin, issued a warning on Saturday predicting the United States will collapse in an “imminent new civil war” amid this year’s election over Russian sanctions.

Since the Russia-Ukraine war began in February 2022, Western countries have imposed sanctions on Moscow, with several thousand sanctions on Russian individuals, businesses, and government institutions. The U.S. has gradually expanded the sanctions it imposed as President Joe Biden issued an executive order in December, which allows the U.S. to directly sanction foreign banks facilitating significant transactions for Russia. Washington threatened to block such banks that conduct business with firms that support Russia’s defense industry from its financial system.

German chancellor wants to end Ukraine conflict ‘faster’

The time has come for discussions about ending the Ukrainian conflict as soon as possible, Chancellor Olaf Scholz says

A renewed effort to try and bring an end to the enduring conflict between Moscow and Kiev is needed, German Chancellor Olaf Scholz has said. The leader made the remarks in a televised interview with broadcaster ZDF aired on Sunday. “I believe that now is the time to discuss how to arrive at peace from this state of war, indeed at a faster pace,” he stated. Despite its initial reluctance to lavishly pour military aid into Ukraine like many other Western countries, Berlin has become one of the top backers of Kiev amid the conflict. Germany has supplied the Ukrainian military with assorted hardware, including Leopard 1 and 2 main battle tanks, as well as Marder infantry fighting vehicles.

France to pay for Ukrainian weapons with Russian funds

Paris will use proceeds from the frozen assets to buy artillery shells and air defense equipment for Kiev

France has announced that it will use a share of the proceeds from frozen Russian assets for purchasing weapons for Ukraine. The move came after Kiev called on Paris to speed up arms deliveries. Western countries have frozen $300 billion in Russian sovereign reserves in response to Moscow’s military operation in Ukraine. While Kiev and some of its supporters in Europe have repeatedly called for the funds to be confiscated altogether, the EU has so far failed to find a legal method to do so. Nevertheless, the European Commission agreed in June to make €1.5 billion ($1.6 billion) of the interest accumulated from the Russian assets available for aid to Ukraine