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getosbigballsack · 2 months

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Random thought!

But just imagine 35 years old CEO Gojo Satoru falling in love with the young woman whom he hired to be his surrogate.

Desperate at this point to fulfill his role as CEO and the heir of his family clan, he knew he had no other choice but to find someone who would be willing to give birth to his child.

He thought his ex-wife was the one. After all, she was pregnant when they were still together. When the due date came around and Satoru heard that she gave birth to a healthy baby boy, he was over the moon until he saw the baby for himself.

He knew that that wasn't his baby. Blonde hair and green eyes? No one in his family had blonde hair and green eyes. So he asked for a DNA test. His ex-wife refused at first, but then she gave in, and when the test came back, the baby was 99.99%, not his child.

He was broken. He served her divorce papers the following day, and after everything he had done for her, this is how she chose to repay him. As if cheating wasn't enough, she had to get pregnant and gave birth to another man’s child.

So now here he is sitting in a cafe waiting for the surrogate.

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You didn't have much of a choice. 26 years of age and still struggling to get your bachelor's degree just so that you could live a comfortable life and be financially stable.

But with the way things are right now, you knew that it was an impossible task to complete your final year. You could hardly manage to pay your school fee. You kept on getting rejection letters from student loans, and let's face it, you barely had time to study to even try to get a scholarship.

So now you're stuck looking for a quick and easy way to make money. You had little options, and prostitution just so happened to be one of them. And you almost turned to it, that's until you heard that a "rich" CEO was looking for a woman who was willing to give birth to his heir.

So now that's how you ended up in the situation to you're in currently. Nervously playing with your fingers as sat across from no other than Gojo Satoru.

"Your name is Y/N?"

"Yes, and you're Mr. Gojo Satoru."

He shook his head yes while taking a sip of his coffee. "I hope you don't mind meeting like this. I thought it would be better to meet in a more casual setting instead of my office. I don't want to intimidate you."

"That's fine, Mr. Gojo."

"Before we get started, are you sure you want to do this? I want you to be absolutely sure because once you sign the contract, there is no backing out of it."

You shook your head yes before responding, "it's something that I've thought about deeply, Mr. Gojo, and after reading through the contract a few times, I came to the conclusion that I would rather have a baby for a stranger who is willing pay to me more than what my school fee is worth than go and become a prostitute."

He was shocked by your words but said nothing of it. It wasn't his place to say anything or have any comment about your personal life.

"Well then, I guess we can go ahead and meet with our lawyers and sign the contract."

"Lawyers? I thought... I can't afford a lawyer right now," you said to him.

He chuckled, "I figured that that would be the case. No worries, I had already hired a lawyer for you."

"You did?" You asked. Just then, the door to the cafe burst opened, and in came a man and a woman dressed in suits.

"Ah, there they are. Right on time."

Gojo stood up and greeted the lawyers before he introduced you to them. The man, Mr. Nanami Kento is his lawyer, and the woman Tetsu Akari is your lawyer. First impression she has a kind and calm aura around her.

But let's move down the line.

You four all sat and discussed what was on the contract, and before you signed it, Gojo asked, "Is there anything that you need to clarify before signing the contract."

"Yes, uhm, it's about the procedure. Are we going to uhm... have... uhm intercourse to conceive the baby?"

"We could since it's the safe way to go about this, but no," he answered with a small smile on his face.

"Ok then, where do I sign."

This is the beginning of how Gojo Satoru fell in love with the woman he hired to be his surrogate.

#gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru

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edenleicester · 17 days

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started playing legends arceus, i think Akari is just constantly going though it

#i have some real fun made up lore in my head about akari and rei so stay tuned for that #i think akari is in her 20s please keep that in mind when i draw her in the future #pokemon legends arceus #akari pokemon #doodle #draws

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 6 months

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Hisuian Zorua Akari AU with a mashup of Akari From Our World, sorta. Same idea, not entirely the same Akari.

Rather than Akari just getting yoinked from our world and dropped into the Pokémon world, she dies and is reincarnated as a Hisuian Zorua. In this AU, she's tried her best to play all of the games, and in situations she couldn't afford it, watched other people do playthroughs while fantasizing about how she would have done it.

As a result, unlike in the main branch of Akari From Our World, Akari knows the BW games. And she liked them. A Lot. The entire region was completely made up of Pokémon that were entirely new, instead of just introducing some new Pokémon to add into the already existing dex. Which means there's way more new Pokémon than ever before! She hyper fixated on this game well past when it lost it's spark. People were moving on to the next three games while she was stuck with her eyes glued to the BW games.

So, yes, she knows who the Subway Bosses are. She adores them. They're the only facility heads who open their battle facility early on and allow you to enter regardless of your badge count! You don't need to be champion or anything. Which means it's a serious battle facility that's open to non-competitive battlers! Which is adorable?? Akari thinks that's really sweet!!! Everyone's allowed to try!

And now she's a Pokémon in the Pokémon world. Which means the first thing she has to do is figure out how to get to Unova— oh never mind she's already there. Okay the first thing she needs to do is FIND THE SUBWAY BOSSES.

She's a Pokémon now and she wants to do Pokémon battles even if she isn't the trainer AND. she wants her trainer to be a SUBWAY BOSS.

She finds the Subway Bosses really easy, of course. All she needed to do was head to Gear Station, which meant getting on a train and waiting until the intercom says they've arrived to Nimbasa's Gear Station.

First twin she finds is Ingo. She gets so excited she leaps at him and starts nuzzling his face before her Human Sensibilities kick in and she's like. Am I rubbing myself all over this grown adult man??? What is wrong with me???

Ingo of course is unaware of all of her thought process and just got pounced by the friendliest and weirdest looking Zorua he has ever seen.

#Akari From Our World #Akari the Modern Day Ghost #Akari #Submas #Subway Boss Ingo #Ingo #PLA Akari #Pokemon #Pokémon #This WILL be—#Papa Ingo #Just wait.

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number1mingyustan · 1 year

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Habit (part ii.) —k.sy

GIF by chogiwapadada

fuckboy!hoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fwb au, college au, fuckboy au, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, cursing, oral (m.), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (doggystyle),explicit smut

Word Count: 3.3k

part i. part iii. part iv.

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(a/n: i was gonna wait like a week to post this but i got impatient 😊)

"Shorty," Soonyoung nudges you.

You, Seokmin, Soonyoung, Nai, and another one of your friends, Joshua, are all out for lunch together. You're all engaged in conversation and enjoying your food when he nudges you.

"Hmm?" you turn your head toward him.

"Can I come to your dorm tomorrow night?" he asks.

"What?" you question.

"Nai and Seokmin have plans involving her coming to our dorm and they're definitely going to kick me out. I thought it would be cool if you and I could hang. If you're busy it's fine though, I'll just ask Akari if–"

"You can come over," you cut him off.

He smiles and thanks you before picking up the conversation with the rest of the group happily. There's a million thoughts lingering in your mind but you choose to push them away.

The next night Soonyoug comes over and you end up in the same position you were in four days prior. You're underneath him, only half dressed and panting.

You made it halfway through some stupid movie before he kissed you. The tension had been high since the moment he entered your dorm room. You were only wearing a tank top and some shorts and his eyes had been on you since he stepped through the door. Neither of you was truly paying attention to the movie and it was only a waiting game before his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, of course. Pretty soon your back hit the mattress and the rest is history.

You've tuned out the voices playing on your computer, however the lights in whatever is going on in the movie are illuminating the room. His hands wander as he kisses you, cupping your breasts, playing with the hem of your shorts. His touch is so delicate yet needy.

He hooks his fingers into your shorts and pulls them off, tossing the fabric onto the floor. You decide to push back onto the mattress, flipping the switch and climbing on top of him. He doesn't resist even though he's much stronger than you. You crawl up his body, using one hand to shut your laptop before your lips find his again. You're grinding down on him, the absence of your shorts creating a thin layer between your bodies.

You nudge your noses together before planting a quick kiss on his lips. He reaches his head up for more in hopes of kissing you again, but you have other plans. You allow your nose to brush against his once more, but your lips don't touch. Before he knows it, your head is just above his crotch, hands fiddling with the strings of his sweatpants.

"Wait," he stops you.

You completely freeze, looking up at him. "What?"

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asks.

A beat.

No way this fucker thinks you don't know how to suck a dick.

"Soonyoung, who do you think I am?" you question.

"Shorty, it's not like that. I just wasn't sure how much um... experience you've had with this," he explains.

You glare at him. "You should know by now I’m not some sort of virgin Soonyoung," you reach your hand into his sweatpants. "I told you my problem was that the guys couldn't make me finish, not the other way around."

Matter of fact, you've given head more times than you've actually had sex. Guys tend to be pretty selfish, but in this moment it's actually kind of working in your favor. And oh, were you about to prove him wrong.

You pull off his sweats and his underwear together. He’s already half hard and you waste no time getting to work. You spit on his cock before stroking him in your hand. You start of slow, progressively getting faster as you turn your hand along his length.

You feel his body relax and sink into bed sheets as he sighs out of satisfaction. Bingo.

Seconds later, half his length is down your throat and you continue stroking him. You thrust his cock into your throat with each bob of your head, taking a little bit more of him with each movement.

“Holy fuck Shorty,” he gasps.

You’re moving quickly, allowing his cockhead to nudge against the back of your throat each time you bob your head. His cock is coated with your saliva, easily slipping in and out of your mouth and down your throat.

His body starts to grow tense again.

You’re still stroking his length with what you can’t fit in your mouth. You allow your tongue to run along the underside of his cock every time you bob your head. His breathing grows shaky.

“Shit-yeah that’s good,” he moans as he places his hand on your head and pushes it down.

There’s tears prickling the corners of your eyes as his cock gags you, but you can take it. Your eyes peak up, admiring how beautiful he looks right now, His body is sinking into the bedsheets and his eyes are screwed shut. His lips are parted and you can hear him moaning.

You like it when he makes noise. When he talks to you, moans because of you. He's so responsive, it sends tingles through your body. Fills you up with warmth in more ways than one.

His hand guides you as he continues to push down on your head. Usually, you hate it when guys are selfish and push your head, but with Soonyoung, his hand guiding your head has you completely soaking your panties. You press your thighs together as you take him deeper into your throat to ease the tension. You feel his thighs grow tense and he suddenly pulls your head up. You look up at him with confusion.

He’s panting softly. “Fuck, I was so close. Didn’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

You pout. “I wanted you to.”

He pulls your body back on top of his and kisses your forehead. “Maybe next time Shorty, gotta fuck you properly now for treating me so good.”

He pins you underneath him.

“Yeah?” you tease.

“Yeah,” he flips you onto your stomach. “Best fucking head of my life.”

Your ego swells when he confirms what you already knew.

You were only wearing a tank top and panties, making everything much easier for him. He slides the thick clothing over your head and pulls it off. He leaves a trail of kisses down your back until he reaches your ass. He slides your panties down slowly.

“This wet just from sucking me off huh?” he tosses the soaked fabric onto the floor.

“Shut up Soonyoung,” you breathe out.

You don’t even need to look at him to know he’s smirking right now. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

You feel his bare cock press against your ass.

“Soonyoung,” you say.

“Hmm?”

“You’re forgetting something,” you remind him.

“No I’m not,” he presses a kiss on your shoulder.

“Soonyoung,” you warn.

“Shorty you told me you’d let me cum inside next time so I didn’t even bring any condoms,” he lies.

"Soonyoung you always have condoms on you," you remind him.

He sighs. "Okay fine you got me, but you said I could."

He begins peppering your back with gentle kisses. "Please," he whines.

You really shouldn't be considering this. Yes, you told him he could but that was in the heat of the moment. You didn't think he'd actually remember it. You know you trust him and you both know that you're on the pill. And you're really really considering it.

“Fuck,” you breathe out. “You’re lucky I’m on the pill.”

It’s all the permission he needs before he’s sliding his cock into you from behind. You both moan out loud at the feeling. You're so wet, he slides in with ease, filling you up inch by inch.

He regrets not making you cum beforehand because he fears he might not last long. You feel so fucking good, he’s losing his mind.

His hands hold your hips in place as he slams his hips into your backside. He’s mesmerized by the way your ass recoils with each thrust.

His hips pick up in speed, fucking you rougher and faster. Your moans are echoing off the walls and filling the space.

“Holy shit Soonyoung,” you cry out.

You may never want to go back to protected sex. It’s an entirely new feeling, having him stretch you open raw. It feels so fucking good and so very intimate.

He snakes his hand between your though, rubbing quick circles on your clit. He needs you to cum before him, needs to feel you throb around him while he can really feel you.

You’re crying out in pleasure, moaning his name like a chant. He pushes your head into your pillow, muffling your sounds, but giving him better access. With you bent over more, he can pound into you better.

His cock is hitting deep inside of you, dragging out and pushing in at a fast pace. He’s grunting in your head, fingers circling faster as his hips grow erratic.

Your warning is muffled, but he’s close enough to hear you tell him you’re cumming. Your whole body spasms when you cum. Your tears have started to stain your pillow and your legs grow shaky and wobbly.

The throbbing of your cunt sends Soonyoung into overdrive when he cums. He's so caught up in how good you feel, he nearly forgets to pull out. Thankfully he does, slipping his cock out of you and stroking himself quickly until his cum coats your ass.

He lets out a curse before his body collapses on your bed. He runs his hand through his damp hair before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

You lay on your bed, face sinking into the soft sheets. “Yeah,” you breathe out.

“Okay good,” he sits up. “Need to get you washed up.”

He disappears into your bathroom, turning on the shower before returning. “C’mon Shorty.”

Huh? He wants to shower with you? Does that mean he’s staying the night?

He helps you out of bed and into the shower where he joins you. He helps to wash your hair and body, sure to get in his few sneaky touches.

“Shorty,” he says, scrubbing into your scalp.

“Hmm?” you hum.

“I want you to come to my show,” he says.

“What show?”

“My dance performance,” he lathers his hands with more shampoo. “It’s a month from tomorrow in the Fallin' Flower Theater and I want you there.”

Soonyoung was a dance major. Dance has been a passion of his since he was little and being able to pursue it in college felt like a dream to him. He even claims that he danced before he walked as a baby.

Why he was in your Economics class while you were a Business major? Simple, his parents.

He told you about it once over lunch. His parents saw dance as a hobby and not something to be taken seriously, especially not as a career path. They signed him up for dance classes when he was 3, and he'd been doing it since then. Jazz, hip-hop, contemporary, and even a little bit of tap. Soonyoung did it all, and he loved it. But they thought he’d grow out of it after high school, and were mortified when he told them he wanted to pursue dance in college.

They told him they wouldn’t pay for his education if he was going to be throwing it away for some ‘stupid hobby.’ Told him he should be studying something that would bring money and value into his life.

But he was able to convince them, as long as he minored in something business-related and maintained at least a 3.5, his parents would support him.

He still hated how they viewed his passion, but remained grateful for the opportunity nonetheless.

“It’s gonna be a really big showcase and an important night for me,” he explains. “So will you come? It’s at 7.”

“Yeah I’ll be there,” you assure him. “I don’t think I’m doing anything anyway. And if something comes up, I’ll cancel.”

“Really?” he beams. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Once he finishes washing you up, he insists that it’s his turn and crouches so you can wash his hair for him.

“I like the blonde on you,” you say as you scrub his hair.

“Yeah?” he smiles. “Akari told me she liked the sliver I had a little while back, was thinking of doing that again.”

Oh.

Akari.

Your heart sinks at the mention of her name. You feel like such an idiot. Of course, he’s still sleeping with her and God knows who. You don’t know how you let yourself forget.

You’re not the only one.

You just let him fuck you raw and now he’s talking about another one of the girls he’s sleeping with. You started to feel special because he stayed and showered with you, but he probably does this with everyone.

How dumb of you.

It's not his fault he's so likable. You don't think he's doing it on purpose, you really hope not. It's your own fault really, you shouldn't get your hopes up so much.

You finish washing up in silence and tell him you’re tired. He takes it at his cue to leave and redresses himself. He even helps to tuck you in and you hate that it makes your heart race.

He promises to text you when he’s home safe even if you’re asleep when he does. It bothers you that you have to hold back a smile at the gesture.

He sees himself out silently and your heart and your mind struggle to understand if you wanted him to leave or to stay.

You can't help but wonder if he's always been good at this. It's been two days since you last slept with Soonyoung, yet here is is sitting next to you in Economics telling you about some video game he and Seokmin have been obsessed with recently.

He’s been coming over more often. Just about any time Seokmin and Nai are together, he ends up in your dorm. And you open the door every time.

He usually stays after too, playing board games, watching movies, or just talking to you. He orders food and cuddles with you when you have the time, but it’s so hard for you to read him. You can’t quite figure out what’s going on in his head.

There’s days where he leaves too, cleans you ups and puts his clothes on and leaves after only a few words. It doesn’t happen often, but it hurts more each time it does.

He treats you so well in the bedroom, fucks you good too. He tends to be touchy too, playing with your hair or simply running his fingers along your skin. It drives you crazy, that he can treat you like his girl in the bedroom and like you’re just a friend in class.

It’s infuriating how good he is at this. There’s a million questions running through your mind, but you bite your tongue. Figure you’ll spare yourself the embarrassment.

It’s been about a week since the last time you saw Soonyoung outside of class. And now Nai has dragged you to a frat party so she can see her boyfriend. And you know if Seokmin is here, Soonyoung will be too.

Nai disappeared about 30 minutes ago with Seokmin, leaving you to fend for yourself. The music is loud and there’s not enough alcohol in your system to drown it out. You haven’t seen Soonyoung anywhere and you don’t want to be here anymore.

If he is here, he’s probably upstairs fucking someone without you as so much as a thought on his mind. You hate to admit that the only reason Nai was able to convince you to come was because you thought he’d be here.

Oh.

“Shorty!” his voice calls.

You turn around, seeing Soonyoung make his way down the stairs. Leina follows close behind him and you bite back a frown.

You’ve got a good idea of what they were doing upstairs a few short moments ago. You feel your heart twist and tighten at the sight.

This shouldn’t bother you. You and Soonyoung are just friends, and just because you’ve been hooking up, you shouldn’t be getting any ideas. You’re not his, and he’s sure as hell not yours.

He completely ditches her and makes his way toward you. He very drunkenly pulls you in for a hug. He doesn’t let go as quickly as you thought he would, he hold you for a moment and your body grows warm.

“Hi Soonyoung,” you greet him.

“I had no idea you were here,” he frowns, finally releasing you from the hug.

“Yeah, I was just on my way out though,” you tell him.

“What?” he shouts. “You can’t leave!”

“Nai dragged me here and then disappeared with Seokmin like 30 minutes ago and I don’t know anyone else here,” you tell him. “And I have an exam tomorrow and I can’t say I’m in the mood to meet new people.”

He frowns. “I’m here though.”

“True,” you smile. “But you’re also very drunk.”

He huffs. There was no denying that.

“Fine, I’ll walk you home,” he says.

“Oh no—you don’t have to-“

He’s already disappearing back upstairs before you can finish. “Just let me get my jacket!”

He comes back downstairs a few moments later with his jacket and leads you outside. You tell him again that he didn’t have to do this, but he assures you that he doesn’t mind.

The two of you walk at your own pace, engaging in drunken conversation. It’s pleasant, talking to him. Even though you’re both intoxicated, you still have really meaningful talks with him.

"Wait," he stops suddenly, causing you to stand still.

He pulls his jacket off his body and wraps it around your body. "You looked cold."

"I was," you smile at him. "Thank you."

"Of course," he beams at you drunkenly.

"So, Soonyoung," you start.

"Nah Shorty," he interrupts. "Hoshi, call me Hoshi."

"Hoshi?"

Hoshi. It's a nickname that he's had since he was young. He doesn't really remember where it came from, probably his mom. But he rarely lets anyone call him that. It's a nickname that only his family and really close loved ones used.

The people he really cared about and loved.

"Yeah, Hoshi," he smiles. “It’s only fair since I always call you Shorty.”

"What's your show about?" you ask.

"What show?" he questions rather drunkenly.

"Your dance performance?"

"OH!" he giggles to himself. "It's like... a guy who's been shielded pretty much all his life. And so he runs away from home and ends up in this huuuge city. And at first he's scared and he feels out of place, but then he meets like a bunch of other people and goes through this whole journey of self discovery and love and stuff."

"You're telling that story entirely through dance?" you ask.

He nods. "Yeah it's kinda like the nutcracker where you have to rely only on the movement and the music to understand because there's no words."

"Hoshi that's amazing," you beam.

"Thank you Shorty," he grins.

"Is it one of those one man shows?" you ask.

He shakes his head. "No, there's other people in it. It's mostly me though, and I choreographed everything."

"That's so impressive, I can't wait to see it," you tell him.

Your walk has come to an end as you two approach your dorm. You start to slide his jacket off your body, but he stops you. "Keep it, I'll get it back another time." he yawns. "It looks cute on you."

Why is your heart beating so fast right now? Fuck, you really need to get inside. "Thank you for walking me home" you smile.

"Of course, you're good company Shorty," he winks at you.

"Are you sure you'll make it to your dorm okay?" You ask.

He nods, assuring you that the alcohol is starting to wear off and that he's fine. You trust him.

"Goodnight Hoshi."

"Goodnight Shorty."

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#seventeen smut #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #hoshi kwon #hoshi seventeen #hoshi fanfic #hoshi smut #seventeen hoshi #svt hoshi #kpop

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txtaetertots · 4 months

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52. hiyyih tells all

[ synopsis ] choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.

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[ note ] it took me forever to be happy with this chapter help me omg it’s still kinda lame yall don’t look at it !! BUT WE’RE GETTING THERE BEAR WITH ME </3

“Are they always like this?” Hanni whispered to Bahiyyih, looking at the four boys across from them laughing and twiddling with their phones.

“Twitter is as integral to their relationship as drama club,” Hiyyih sighed loudly, hoping it would get the boys’ attention.

Taehyun was the first to look up from his phone, seeing Hiyyih and Hanni staring at them with full judgment. He slapped Kai’s chest with the back of his hand, trying to get the others to put their phones down. They quickly shut their phones off, apologizing before each grabbing one of the six microphones on the table in front of them.

“Who’s gonna go first?” Hiyyih asked, hugging the song tablet to her chest.

Soobin slapped Beomgyu’s back, “I think Gyu should go first. He’s had a rough day.”

“No, thanks,” Beomgyu replied. He tugged on the protective mic cover, thoughts wandering to all the vocal rehearsals he had with YN.

“C’mon Beomgyu,” Hiyyih scoots closer to him, gently holding the song tablet in his lap. “Singing is a good way to let it all out.”

Beomgyu hesitated for a moment. He stared at the blue screen, eyes wandering over all the categories and karaoke modes. He took the tablet and began typing in a song in the search bar. He hit play once he found it, silently situating himself waiting for the song to begin playing through the speakers.

The song title is displayed on the screen, making the rest of the boys look at each other.

‘Sandy’ sung by John Travolta from ‘Grease’

“That’s…” Taehyun started, but quickly caught his tongue. It wasn’t the best choice given the circumstances, but it’s what Beomgyu wanted to do. His choice just further proved how devastated he felt over the events that unfolded the day before.

Beomgyu’s voice began to echo through the speakers. Everyone quietly listened to the way his voice croaked, emulating a type of misery that they didn’t even know was possible. Hiyyih and Hanni looked at each other, both knowing whatever was bothering Beomgyu had to be because of them.

“Someone’s pretty dedicated to the production,” Hanni smiled sheepishly, trying to lighten the mood after Beomgyu finished singing.

“You could say that,” Beomgyu sighed, handing the tablet back to Hiyyih.

“Speaking of dedication to the production, have you guys noticed Soojung and Yeonjun have been.. talking? Like they seem close, haven’t you noticed? They’ve never been this close when they starred in other productions together,” Taehyun asked, readying his mic for his turn.

Hiyyih looked up from the tablet. Beomgyu had tears brimming in his eyes. The burden of knowing was getting harder to bear. Taehyun was starting to notice, it was a matter of time before they all found out on their own. She felt her chest tighten. She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Beomgyu, I’m so sorry,” she blurted out, pushing the tablet into Soobin’s lap as she wrapped her arms around Beomgyu.

Beomgyu was stunned by the sudden embrace. He blinked away his tears, arms slowly wrapping around Hiyyih as her grip on him tightened. He patted her back, confused but accepting of the hug.

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked.

“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry,” she confessed, tears beginning to fall down her cheek onto Beomgyu’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t be hurt if it weren’t for me.”

Beomgyu gently pushed her back, eyebrows furrowed. “Hiyyih, what are you talking about?”

Bahiyyih looked around at everyone’s eyes locked on her. Everyone was confused and taken aback. The silence was deafening. Hanni took Hiyyih’s hand, providing her support knowing what she was trying to do.

“I have a confession to make,” she began, her voice cracking as she mustered up the courage to finally tell them everything. She knew there was a chance they wouldn’t forgive her, but she’d rather they hear it from her than Soojung. It was time they knew it all. “Everything bad that’s been happening between you, Yeonjun, YN… is because of me.”

Beomgyu’s face softened. He didn’t know what she meant at first, but seeing the way Hiyyih’s lip quivered as she explained the situation made his chest tighten. She confessed how she had been spying on him and YN, telling Soojung everything she overheard about them. How Soojung had been using Yeonjun to get into Beomgyu’s head. How it was all an elaborate plan to break down YN so she would fail her second review with NYU, giving Soojung the advantage to steal the spotlight despite not being the show’s lead.

It was so much. Too much. None of the boys spoke for what seemed like hours. They all took in the information, processing the rush of emotions they were all experiencing until they were left with one.

Anger.

“So, you’ve been spying on Beomgyu and YN to help Soojung ruin YN’s future?” Taehyun asked, his voice alarmingly calm.

Hiyyih nodded, shame overtaking her.

“That would explain why Soojung has suddenly been tweeting to Yeonjun like they’re friends. I should’ve asked him about it, but he’s been so off lately? It felt like he was gonna snap any moment.” Taehyun sighed. “I just don’t understand one thing. Why would you agree to do something like this, Hiyyih?”

“Soojung is one of the drama club’s most prominent members. She’s the star. She promised Hanni and I would be her club successors if we stuck by her. That included doing as she said to get back at YN for trying to steal her spot at NYU. But it was a lie! YN never did anything wrong. Soojung is trying to steal her spot because Juilliard didn’t want her!”

“I’m so sorry I let this happen to you,” Kai said. He looked over to his sister, his chest filled with pity. He got up, walked over to her side, and pulled her into a hug. A hug she immediately melted into. Telling her brother everything and having him respond with compassion was all Hiyyih needed to fall apart and finally accept what she had done. Kai pats her head, trying to soothe her. He felt responsible for not doing his job as her big brother by protecting her better when he knew Soojung wasn’t a good influence. Part of him thought maybe it was just a biased opinion.

“It’s not your fault, Hiyyih,” He reassured. “She manipulated everyone. She took advantage of you guys.”

Hearing Kai’s assurance to Hiyyih caused Hanni to finally break. She broke down into tears, leaning on Hiyyih’s back while Kai gently pulled her into their hug. Hanni didn’t know them the way Bahiyyih did, but seeing the way they only met her with love and support made her realize just how badly Soojung had manipulated them. Everything she thought about YN and her friends was untrue. Everything she had done in the name of displaced justice and false promises made her sick to her stomach.

“We have to do something,” Hanni mewled. “Soojung can’t win.”

“I think she already has,” Beomgyu’s voice finally broke. “I broke YN’s heart. She probably hates me.”

Beomgyu looked up at everyone, tears brimming in his eyes. He felt like a fool. This entire time, he was trying to protect his heart from inevitable pain by losing YN the way he lost Jieun. But, from the start, his heart was used as a pawn to break YN. He fell for Soojung’s trap and let their fearmongering win. And Yeonjun. His best friend. He felt awful for believing Yeonjun was capable of being a bad friend. How could he have known his words were being carefully chosen for him? He couldn’t have. But, he should have. He knows Yeonjun better than anyone. At least, he thought he did.

“No!” Soobin slammed his fist on the table. “There’s still time to fix this! Opening night hasn’t happened yet. I’ve had enough of Soojung hurting people for her own self-gain. We’re not giving up so easily this time.”

“How the hell are we supposed to fix this? Opening night is in two days.” Taehyun frowned.

“I don’t know. But, I know our first step,” Soobin sighed. “We have to tell Yeonjun. Now.”

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Imagine if the player controlling Akari/Rei just trama dumps on a self aware NPC like Melli or volo about there irl life, thinking they wouldn't care and just leaves them horrified.

Oh, how horrified it would leave them-

You just kinda idle in front of Melli for a bit, rubbing your temples, clearly exhausted. Why did you even start playing anyway when you had to get up early tomorrow? "Man... My brain is in such a fog today. I can barely concentrate."

You stretch as your back pops.

"Getting hit by a car definitely wasn't what I needed. Especially after working so long today... I'm just glad he hit the breaks in time, so it wasn't like he hit us hard... and I still have to go into work for 10 hours tomorrow.

Your voice sounds so low and tired. "Should have known boss would ask for a damn doctors note just so I could have a day off after an accident, claiming if I didn't, it wasn't 'that' serious. Ugh. I just know I have bruises forming. Is that not enough?" You set the switch down beside you, leaning into your couch cushion. "Add that my family decided my house was perfect for the holidays to visit when I told them I didn't want to host... I just know one of my aunts is going to yell at me again over painting my room my favorite color or something. Or asking about my love life and trying to set me up with some stranger, and getting mad when I say no. Ugh. Maybe I should just go to bed..."

You put your switch in sleep mode, unaware of the horrified look on both the Hero and Melli's faces. This wasn't the first time the Hero had heard you talk about your many troubles, but it was still worrying all the same.

Melli though, was very much not expecting that. Even he seemed a bit horrified just from the small bit he gleamed from your small ramble.

#self aware au #self aware pokemon #self aware melli #ask #dubb0-g0ldfe11 #zed.talks #pla #tw trauma #my blorbos listening on my own life: 😰

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wardenswateringhole · 1 year

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@waywardstation

I saw this post and the movie started playing in my head. I had to draw it.

This is part of some musings that were posted about Waywardstation's Heartswap AU where Akari gets Heartswapped with a Phione and Ingo is being an idiot while trying to find her. Be sure to visit their blog if you want to know more.

She's frustrated lol.

#Wardendraws #Waywardstation #Heartswap AU #Ingo #Warden Ingo #Phione #PLA #Pokemon Legends Arceus

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nekoanything · 4 months

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Me or her —- it’s up to you.

I believe that choosing these two leaders was something that everyone had a hard time with. (including me) because if you have to choose someone, you have to choose adaman or irida.

This scene is an important scene because choosing adaman or irida means choosing which legendary pokemon to catch first.

It's not very difficult to decide. if you want to catch dialga first choose adaman or if you want to catch palkia first choose irida but if I like both characters can I choose two 😂😂😂😂

I really like adaman's Japanese lines. I will translate these two people's lines. There is a comparison between the Japanese and English chapters.

I will start with irida first and adaman last.

わたしだよね！(watashida yo ne!)

it’s me, right!

irida uses the pronoun 私 (watashi) written in kanji, わたし(watashi) written in hiragana.

**The writing method is different, but the reading and meaning are the same. It means I in Japanese. Mostly women use it to represent themselves**

バサギリを鎮めるとき (basagiri o shizumeru toki)

材料となる好物を持つてきたし (zairyo to naru kōbutsu o motsute kitashi)

ともにシズメダマをつくったよ！(tomoni shizumedama o tsukutta yo!)

We use favorite food ingredients as ingredients to calm basagiri(kleavor). We made this balm together!

**There's not much difference between irida's Japanese and English dialogue.**

バサギリ (basagiri) Japanese name for kleavor

シズメダマ (shizumedama) Japanese name for balm

The main characters Rei and Akari are called irida in Japanese with the ending さん(SAN).

The Japanese name for irida is カイ(kai). irida is always called カイさん(kai-san).

Irida in Japanese, the names of the main characters Rei and Akari always end in さん(SAN).

Rei's name in Japanese is テル(teru). Rei will be called テルさん(teru-san).

Akari's name in Japanese is ショウ(Shou). Akari will be called ショウさん(shou-san).

さん(san) means Mr. , Ms. , Mrs. or Miss and can be used with both first and last names , suffix which shows respect

This word is used to refer to the names of people who are not close to each other. This word is quite formal, such as a boss calling his subordinates. Or when they first met and they weren't close yet, etc. Normally, Japanese people call each other by their last names. The last name comes before the first name. But in the same company, there are many people with the same last name. Sometimes you have to call them by their first name or position or department. So that we will understand that it is the same person who is talking about this.

summarize

さん(san) = used to refer to someone who is older than you. , people who are not close friends, people who just met It's an official word.

オレにするよな (ore ni suru yo na)

Choose me, right.

adaman uses the pronoun to refer to himself. オレ(ore) means "I" in Japanese. Mostly used by men in place of themselves (very impolite, used only with close friends). But it's a word that Japanese male teenagers like to use with their friends.)

あんたが吹いている (anta ga fuite iru)

カミナギのふえをゆずったのは誰だ? (kaminagi no fue o yuzutta no wa dareda?)

目の前にいる色男だぜ (me no mae ni iru iro otoko da ze)

Who was the first person to give you that Celestica Flute to play?

It's the handsome young man in front of you.

**There's not much difference between adaman's Japanese and English dialogue**

カミナギのふえ (kaminagi no fue) Japanese name for Celestica flute.

adaman calls the main character あんた(anta), meaning you (it's an informal word and should be used with people who are close to each other) Abbreviated from the word あなた(anata) meaning you (it's a formal word In general, you call people not close to. or people who don't know each other if necessary)

The main characters Rei and Akari are called adaman with the ending さん(SAN) in Japanese.

The name adaman in Japanese is セキ(seki). adaman is always called セキさん(seki-san).

adaman in Japanese, only the name of the main character is called without the ending.

Rei's name in Japanese is テル(teru). Rei will be called テル(teru).

Akari's name in Japanese is ショウ(shou). Akari will be called ショウ(shou).

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English uses strapping young man.

Japanese uses 色男(iro otoko).

The word "handsome" or "cool" is often used using the word いい男 (ii otoko), which has a rather broad meaning, meaning it can be both a handsome man, good looks, good taste, and may include social status such as a good family background and a good career. or have wealth, etc.

But adaman uses 色男(iro otoko), which is a synonym. It means the handsomeness, sexiness, charm that exists directly in that man. which comes from kabuki drama (Ancient dramas in which all actors are performed by men) are 二枚目(nimaime) , 色男 (iro otoko) , 男前 (otokomae)

**But I will only explain the word 色男 (iro otoko).**

色男 (iro otoko) handsome young man, fragrant young man, sexy guy

色男 (iro otoko) refers to a man who is handsome, good-looking, charming, sexy, and "flirtatious."

The word 色 (iro) in Japanese Often used to refer to the relationship between men and women. Or an affair, so if you talk about 色男(iro otoko) , it usually has the meaning of being a flirtatious man, a lascivious man.

summarize

色男 (iro otoko) = handsome, good-looking, charming, sexy, a charming man who is very attractive to women.

seki-san is iro otoko.

I like that adaman knows himself to be a handsome, sexy guy.

(But he's really a handsome young man, so hot because he's an attractive person for both men and women.)

**He is a handsome, charming and sexy guy.**

**He's not a flirt. Don't misunderstand!!!!**

Who game developer came up with this role for adaman, I love it, dammit. 💯💯💯💯💯 💯💯💯💯💯

Can it be considered information? I don't know. But what I do know is that it's my personal preference. 😂😂😂

I wrote quite a long one. I hope you're not bored with me first. If I provide incomplete information or provide incorrect information you can tell me! or you can exchange ideas with me.

#clan leader adaman #clan leader irida #pokemon legends arceus #pla #nekothink #nekoinformationblog

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