#but anyway yeah i maybe cheated a little to get results that fit for a few of them right
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what d&d class is your oc?
tagged for this uquiz by the lovely @jillvalentinesday, @cassietrn, @inafieldofdaisies, @voidika, @josephseedismyfather, @direwombat, @poisonedtruth, and @theelderhazelnut, thank you all <3
Ranger
You are a Ranger, an explorer of dangerous territories. You are fearless and cunning, traits necessary on your travels, but you tend to be closed off from others and overly pragmatic. Your connection with nature and skill with weaponry will carry you through most battles, and your sneakiness will let you avoid the ones it will not.
There isn't any other class that suits her. She's not got the magic for druid, but her fighting style keeps her out of direct warrior/barbarian types. Archery and nature, exploration and knowing the lay of the land, and using it to advantage? That's Micah. She's at home alone in the woods, but with party members she's off her footing, unsure how to interact or engage. Trusts comes hard for her, but a fearless ability to throw herself into danger? Yeah, she's got that in spades.
Rogue
You are a Rogue, a skilled adventurer who uses guile and expertise to your advantage. You are often seen as stealthy and precise, aiming for your opponent's weakest points, but you can master various other skills to aid you on your journey. While you tend to be underhanded and greedy, you can also be daring, clever, insightful and charismatic.
Sneaky. Underhanded. Guile. Charm. Greed. Loose Morals. What else could Lil ever be but rogue?
Artificer
You are an Artificer, an adventurer who wields science in place of magic. While your foremost trait is intelligence, you're built tougher than most others who place their faith in their brains. You are inventive, curious and occasionally reckless, all traits that get you both into and out of trouble on your adventure.
I admit it, I took the quiz for her a few times until it returned the right result. Intellect and knowledge, melding science and magic, those are Bright's Things. No matter how much the quiz kept trying to make her a traditional magic user, she's just not. She's extremely reckless, but it's not out of malice or a drive for power; it's simple curiosity. And a love of shiny things. She's clever but not wise; she's quick but not strong or nimble.
Paladin
You are a Paladin, a warrior sworn to an Oath, whether it be to a god, a king, an ideology or oneself. As a divine soldier, you are well equipped to strike down evil, but must follow a code of your choosing to retain this power. While you are limited somewhat by these bonds, you are also the most driven and determined member of your group.
tbh i've never considered what would suit Lore, but honestly? yeah, she's very driven for good, for what she sees as moral and right, for the betterment of the people, though i don't know if she could be defined as a soldier or warrior. she's about practicality and function over form or style, but she'd balk at the idea of serving a god or a king. her goal is always to help people, especially those who have no voice and no power. she fights hard, but she prefers diplomacy and compromise whenever possible, to save as many lives as she can. she's one of my purest, most good characters.
i realize i'm kinda late on this one, but i'm passing on tags, anyway. (feel free to ignore me<3) @henbased, @adelaidedrubman, @v0idbuggy, @legally-a-bastard, @damejudyhench, @mars-colony, @strafethesesinners, @thisisrigged4, @mediocre-life-span, @harmonyowl, @marivenah, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @florbelles, @trench-rot, @wrathfulrook, @simplegenius042, @incognito-insomniac, @gayafsatan, @shallow-gravy, @turbo-virgins, @chazz-anova, @confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @jacobseed, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @fourlittleseedlings, @clonesupport, @unholymilf, and anyone else who wants to do this, please say i tagged you <3
#micah hale#lilith mallory#bright#lore jameson#dnd quiz tag game#i was gonna do a few others but i feel bad how long my posts get#and i'm never sure if i'm tagging the right people or just being annoying#but anyway yeah i maybe cheated a little to get results that fit for a few of them right#tho micah and lore are the first results they both got#i blame my lack of dnd knowledge on how wrong i was getting answers tbh#rambling in the tags because i'm nervous af about posting this#so this is how i procrastinate wheee#also i may even participate in wip wed today i know that's a big shock lol but i've got writing happening again#just so scared to share#yep i am procrastinating in tags whoops
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ugh your response just ugggghhhhhh speaks to my soul. giggling and kicking my feet at how much u fit the minho agenda
i haven’t really been in too many relationships, but the ones that I have been in have been so terrible for my sexual identity. let’s get into it.
I’m extremely introverted, (but very open and bubbly around my friends/fam/inner circle ykwim?), but most of the time super shy and anxious ESP in public places that involve advocating for myself with ordering food or asking someone else for anything etc. I HATE IT I JUST WANT TO RUN AND HIDE AND RAHHHHHH
haven’t always been like this, i was a super extroverted kid, but i think as I’ve grown up and gone through a number of experiences in which I’ve lost that confidence and ignorant bliss that i used to have, my personality evolved as a result.
anywaysssss, my most recent ex was very extroverted but also very controlling, (which i ignored for way too long to not be affected by) however he lacked the ability to give me that safe feeling that i need in a relationship—i need a dom partner who uses that power dynamic in a loving and affirming way towards me, if that makes sense? like i get a lot of comfort from affirming words from the person im with in that dom position.
( the ex was a fucking waste of human . When i tried testing the waters to come out to him, he told me that if i was “gay”(meaning anything but straight) he would immediately break up with me and would have never dated me, he never made me cum even one time, and cheated on me :D )
anyways.
I’m such a sub but tbh would maybe be open to versing IF my partner was into that? yeah i feel like that was an even more submissive thing to say than saying I’m a sub goodbye🧍🏽♀️
had to add the babygirl princess himself
Thank u for adding babygirl hanji he cleansed the palate after listening to your shitty ex story good LORDDDDD….. the part about you trying to come out to him????? Sheesh what a fucking loser
I totally get what you mean about someone needing to establish a safe environment for you to be in that sort of dynamic. I definitely feel the same way in that I need to feel safety and security before literally anything else in a relationship and because I’m usually the one who prefers to be in control, I try my best to keep things as safe as possible, like opening the door for clear communication, making sure we’re both on the same page about what we want, establishing clear boundaries, etc. It sounds like your ex never valued any of that and that’s why it wasn’t the fit for you. I think it’s very easy to get caught up in that mindset of feeling like you have more control over someone outside of a romantic or sexual sense when you’re the one wearing the pants in a relationship, so I definitely just advocate for very clear communication and being able to express what we both want out of something. And I usually expect it back (though I always somehow get stuck talking to women who like to reap the benefits of a woman w inherently masculine traits without wanting to date an actual woman and it sucks lmao) but yeah, in short I just like to sort of be the person initiating everything and taking care of another person and establishing a safe space for both of us to just be comfortable and safe with each other. That’s another reason I’m really attracted to introverts and shy people because I can sorta facilitate those conversations and check in w them to make sure they’re comfortable and the dynamic is just…. something I’m very attracted to lmao
You’ll definitely have your share of SHITTY fucking people and you’ll have to sort of learn what you want out of a relationship but I have no doubt you’re going to find someone who treats you like the absolute angel you are 🫶 don’t ever settle for less than you deserve and know that your scummy ex doesn’t determine what’s still out there for you. You deserve to be safe and loved and taken care of and your ex deserves to rot in hell
Sending u all my love little angel xoxoxoxo 💞💞💖💗💝💞💕💓👼🫶
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Reading Thoughts This Year - DNFs
This was my first year in which I had an official reading plan (even a spreadsheet!) to not only get me back on track with reading in general but to think more consciously about my current tastes and habits. Both of them shifted over the course of the year, which resulted in overhauling my TBR after a few months of completely lapsing (yaaay). But knowing that I could go back and rearrange my list and make progress through my TBR was empowering, regardless of how many books I managed to finish.
This post is about my DNF list, which has two categories: books started and dropped, and books not started at all.
For the dropped book list –
Medieval Scandinavia (Brigit & Peter Sawyer): My first foray into historical nonfiction, and boy, not a promising start. Not that I didn’t find the information interesting, but I quickly discovered that pacing was going to be a big problem for me in nonfiction, at least in history texts. I think the key factor was information density: there’s so much to process, and because it’s not presented in a narrative in the way a biography or memoir can be, I had to put more work into reading. It’s definitely a text I want to get back to, but I might let myself take it chapter by chapter instead of setting page-count goals.
The Poetic Edda: The beginning of my reading slump. Now this might be a poetry thing, or it may be weaker interest in the stories – I can’t be sure. I finished The Prose Edda a couple months earlier with little trouble, so maybe it’s a style issue, but the Prose Edda also squarely focuses on the Norse gods, while the Poetic Edda encompasses other culture stories that I’m not as familiar with and that didn’t hold my attention as readily. That said, I will definitely get back to it, maybe in the coming year.
For The Wolf (Hannah White): My dawning realization that I might be reading too many YA fairytale retellings. Not only that, but many of them have the same premise that I’ve seen done in other books that better fit my taste (or were better written). I think I’m also growing weary of the brooding love interest in these stories. I used to enjoy the trope a lot more, so either I’m outgrowing it or I’ve had an overload and need a substantial break. This is one I will likely give another try down the road, but I’m not anticipating this being a favorite.
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea (Jules Verne): I don’t think I was in the right headspace to pick up the book when I originally planned to. Definitely one I want to tackle again soon.
Les Miserables (Victor Hugo): Ah, my white whale. I genuinely want to read this book cover to cover. Every time I pick it up, I get a little further than where I stopped before. Just not that much later. Fortunately I’m solving this problem with Les Mis Letters where I have each chapter emailed to me every day of 2023. This is absolutely not cheating.
The Vikings (Robert Ferguson): The next victim of my nonfiction-novice-reader brain. Again, interesting information and I think written with a bit more narrative flow than Medieval Scandinavia, but I got bogged down trying to keep up with my page-count goals. I might wait for the mood to take me back to this one.
The Keeper of Night (Kylie Lee Baker): I honestly thought I would get sucked into this one, but … maybe it’s the worldbuilding, or the characters, or the stakes that feel too simple, but yeah, this one lost me just a few chapters in. I do struggle with beginnings in general, including for books I end up really liking. But again, it’s a familiar setup that I’m probably oversaturated on: the outsider who has no friends (except maybe one) and must leave a home they don’t really like anyway. Maybe if the main character were more interesting, I would’ve wanted to follow regardless. I might look up some reviews to see other people’s spoiler-free thoughts before deciding to come back to it.
Brothers of the Wild North Sea (Harper Fox): Man, this one has potential. It’s a gay romance, it’s enemies to lovers, and it’s Vikings and monks—there’s so much going for it! But my interest dropped when the love interest got introduced. I just don’t like him. The main character can do better. And yes, that’s the point, they grow to be a good fit for each other. But I found myself more interested in how the monks were going to protect their abbey and deal with overzealous new management than whether the MC and the injured Viking were going to fall in love. The setup for their relationship feels forced in certain ways. Another book where I’ll wait for the mood to take me back to it.
The Gilded Wolves (Roshani Chokshi): Why must you try my patience? Why must you be an interesting premise on paper yet fail to keep me hooked? Is it that worldbuilding feels a bit thin? Is it the attempts to make the characters interesting with their quirks that fall flat? This is my second time picking up this book, and while learning some more character backstory pulled me along for a bit, I’m just failing to vibe with most of the cast, setting, and plot. I want to like this book! Not sure when I’ll come back to it, but it gets one last chance to win me.
I don’t have much to say about the books I ended up skipping because I still want to give them all a try. For the sake of completeness, here are the Untouched DNFs (DNSs?):
The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black
On Stories by C.S. Lewis
City of Light, City of Poison by Holly Tucker
Legend by Marie Liu
The Werewolf of Bamberg by Oliver Potzsch
A Gathering of Ravens by Scott Oden (technically a DNF from last year I meant to get back to)
Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis
Why Did Jesus, Moses, the Buddha, and Mohammad Cross the Road? by Brian McLaren
Out of the Silent Planet by C.S. Lewis (reread)
European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman by Theodora Goss
Strange Practice by Vivian Shaw
The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wrecker (another DNF from a few years ago I meant to get back to)
Sun Dancing by Geoffrey Moorhouse
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on the rebound | jeong jaehyun social media!au | part 8
↳ In an attempt to finally move on from his ex-girlfriend, basketball star Jeong Jaehyun reaches out to Y/N, who he knows has a crush on him.
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a/n: i wasn’t gonna include a written part, but here we are
word count: ~3k
This... feels strange, you thought mindlessly to yourself, as your gaze fixed on the boy seated next to you. He was busy on his phone taking photos of the fading sunset that he barely noticed you staring, which you were quite thankful for because it allowed you to take a look at him just a little longer.
There was no denying that Jaehyun was attractive. To be honest, his beautiful features slightly intimidated you. When his perfectly shaped brows raised in surprise. Or when his dreamy dark brown eyes looked like he was trying to figure someone out. You especially liked it when Jaehyun smiled or laughed. You were confident Jaehyun’s dimples were the culprits of stealing many people’s hearts; those cheek indentations were truly fatal. However, for you, it was simply the occasional, cute nose scrunch. Unlike the dimples, the latter came and went quickly, but it still had an impact all the same.
Despite having been on few casual dates with Jaehyun in the past week, it was difficult to wrap your head around the time spent together, especially since the past two years consisted of you pining over him, after missing the opportunity to act on your feelings and confess to him.
Two Years Ago (First year of college)
"We should rent an apartment and be roommates next semester!”
Your eyes widened at Sujin’s suggestion. “All four of us?” you asked, swiftly spinning your finger once to point at yourself as well as the group seated around you. It was a clear day, so after class, you had a picnic with your friends at the university quad. “My parents helped me pay for campus room and board this year. I don’t know if my part-time job at the fitness center can afford rent.”
After meeting Sujin at the freshman orientation and running into Ten and Johnny in line at a food stand during the school organizations event, you had never had more fun nor felt more comfortable with anyone than you did with them. You remembered studying for hours often with Sujin since you both were biology majors and shared some courses. There was also the time when you attended the university dance team’s fall show and watched Ten’s first solo performance. Of course, though you almost always refrained from physical altercation, you could never forget the day you confronted Johnny’s ex-girlfriend at a party after she cheated on him and showed no remorse, which resulted in hair-pulling as well as Sujin and Ten dragging you out before further troubles. With what you all had gotten through together, there was no doubt that you considered the three to be your closest friends.
“Aren’t you going to apply for the research position with Dr. Kim? I’m sure it pays more,” Sujin said before taking a bite out of her sandwich.
“That’s the plan, but she hasn’t opened applications yet, so I just have to wait,” you sighed, laying down Johnny’s lap. “I think it’ll be fun to live together though!”
“I’ve actually been thinking about living off campus, too,” Ten said, grinning, “so you’d all be saving me from looking for roommates. I’m in.”
“Johnny?” you asked in a sing-song voice, looking up at the handsome male, waiting for his response. You opened your mouth as Johnny fed you a grape and then he leaned back, probably considering the idea.
“Hm... if I say yes, can I bring people over to spend the night?”
You grimaced at him before sitting back up right away while Johnny let out a laugh due to your reaction. “No thanks for the image,” you deadpanned, “though I guess it’d be cruel to deprive you of sex. We’ll all need to obviously talk more about housing and details later...”
“Y/N, behind you! He’s here.”
You instantly froze after Sujin’s announcement. “He’s here?” you mouthed, heart rate picking up, and Sujin confirmed with an eager nod. Pushing the conversation with your friends to the side, your ears were now focused on the sounds behind you. Multiple shoes against pavement. A ball dribbling. Familiar as well as unfamiliar voices chattering. When you tried to discreetly turn around, you found some members of the basketball team on the open court. You immediately spotted Jeong Jaehyun, casually wearing a black hoodie and maroon basketball shorts, playfully shoving a teammate after a teasing remark.
“Oh my god, how did he get even hotter after Spring Break?!” you muttered before turning back to your friends.
Johnny scoffed jokingly. “Hey, hey, keep it in your pants.”
“Also, aren’t you forgetting something?” Ten asked you, nudging his head back to the basketball court.
Oh. Right.
The actual reason you coincidentally (not) picked this day for a picnic at the same time Jaehyun and his friends played basketball.
You and Jaehyun took a Calculus class together the previous semester, and in a room with a little more than 100 seats, you ended up sitting next to Jaehyun. The two of you barely exchanged much words other than when one of you had questions about assignments, but you could not help but be drawn to him anyway. And although he did not have to talk to you outside of class, you always appreciated his greetings whenever you ran into each other at parties or after his basketball games. You thought your feelings were just a temporary infatuation, but your crush only seemed to grow after months, so you made a vow. After Spring Break, you would ask Jaehyun out.
However, now that you saw Jaehyun standing a few feet across from you, you felt like you were going to throw up. You wanted to back out. Abort. “Oh, look at the time!” you laughed nervously, pointing at your wrist that was definitely not wearing a watch. “I forgot I have to study for an exam tomorrow.”
You started to stand up, but Ten yanked you back down to the ground right away, causing you to land on your butt. “Nuh-uh. Don’t think so. Hey, Yuta!”
You shot a look at Ten, sending a quick telepathic message along the lines of Are you fucking serious? before turning back to everyone on the court. Almost all of the guys faced the direction of your group after hearing Yuta’s name called. You found Yuta who waved once he spotted you and your friends. I guess I’m doing this, you thought to yourself, breathing deeply and then mustering the biggest smile you could in that moment.
“Good luck, babe,” Sujin cheered as soon as you stood up and started to walk towards Yuta. The group had already dispersed to different parts of the court, ready to start a game.
“Is there a reason why you texted me if I would be out at the quad today?” Yuta asked as you ran into his arms for a quick hug.
You pulled away and then playfully punched his arm. “Maybe there’s just something about you playing basketball that makes me swoon,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.
Yuta rolled his eyes, punching your arm back lightly. “Please. I can assure you that from middle to high school, when your parents worked, you had to wait after my practices so my dad could take us home. You’ve definitely used the word miserable to describe it.”
“Okay, but it’s obvious that my presence at your practices have made you into who you are today, right? This university has to thank me for their best shooting guard.”
Yuta grinned. “Alright, just tell me what you want.”
You hummed, rocking back and forth on your feet as you glanced around for the one who has been on your mind. “I actually wanted to talk to Jaehyun.”
“Jeong Jaehyun?”
You nodded your head. Yuta leaned closer, eyes narrowing as if he was trying to assess you. After a second, your friend straightened back up and called for his teammate. “Jaehyun!”
Jaehyun stopped his conversation with another player and turned his attention to you and Yuta, slightly confused, but he walked over to you both. “What’s up?” Jaehyun questioned, catching a quick glimpse of you.
“Y/N wanted to talk to you, so I’ll leave you two to it,” Yuta explained, ruffling your hair as a goodbye before he left you alone with Jaehyun.
You let out a nervous laugh, fixing your hair. It was now or never. With the close distance between you two, you got a whiff of Jaehyun’s cologne—wood, also kind of spicy. “Hey, Y/N. Sucks we don’t have a class together this semester.”
“Yeah, sucks. How was your break?”
Jaehyun shrugged. “I went to Cabo.”
You paused. “Oh.” The wealthy be different. “Cabo. Must’ve been a hell of a time. I thought Haeun’s pool party was something. Not even close.”
"Yeah, Cabo was a great time. So... what did you need to tell me?”
“What?”
“Um, you said you wanted to talk?”
“Oh!” you exclaimed, feeling shy after remembering why you were there in the first place. Your eyes shifted to your shoes, unable to keep eye contact with the boy in front of you. Nervousness as well as excitement rushed through you, and your body felt like it was tingling. It kind of scared you what his reaction would be, but it was what it was. The worse he could say was no. “About that. I—”
“Jaehyun!”
Suddenly, a feminine voice called out his name. You whipped your head around to find a girl with a black long bob and bangs waving excitedly to Jaehyun and then running straight into his open arms. You took a minute to process what was happening. Your first thought was that she was very pretty. Her makeup suited her, especially the burgundy red lip tint. Her body also fitted well in her white tank top and black skinny jeans.
“Hey, babe. What’re you doing here? I thought you were working on your journalism project,” Jaehyun said, happiness evident through the way his face lit up, smiling in a way you had never seen Jaehyun smile before. Arms still around the girl, Jaehyun leaned down to give her a peck on the lips. You quickly averted your eyes, feeling as if you were intruding on the intimate moment.
“Yeah, but I missed you, so I decided to take a break and hang out with you,” the girl answered in the sweetest tone as she pulled away from Jaehyun. She then looked over at you as if she noticed you for the first time. “Who’s this?”
“This is—”
“I was just leaving,” you interrupted.
Jaehyun brows furrowed. “Wait, I thought—”
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you said a little too quickly, waving your hand dismissively. “It was nothing important. I had a question, but the answer just popped into my head, haha. I, uh, actually have a thing, so I’m gonna go now. Yeah. Thanks, Jaehyun. And nice meeting you—”
“Hyejin.”
“Hyejin. Nice meeting you, Hyejin. Okay, bye!”
You spun around, and your feet picked up pace as you walked away from the basketball court, out the quad, towards the direction of the dorm. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, likely a call from one of your friends, but you could not help but feel slightly embarrassed after the incident. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about it.
Babe. Definitely way worse than being rejected.
End of Flashback
When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized that Jaehyun was now staring back at you, with those captivating eyes that sought for answers. “Y/N?” he called out softly.
You felt your cheeks grow warm, slightly flustered that you zoned out while looking at him. “Y-Yeah?” Shit, you cursed to yourself after you choked on the reply, and you cleared your throat before answering more clearly. “Yeah?”
Jaehyun leaned back and chuckled. “I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate you coming to the basketball games again. It’s nice seeing your face in the crowd.”
You smiled. “Of course. None of my roomies except Ten really enjoy watching basketball, but he’s been busy and it’s been fun attending with Mark and Lucas. Also, don’t tell Yuta but I think I gradually started to like basketball because of him. Watching him for so many years, I can’t help but get into it when I see him find so much delight in the sport. He’s insane on the court.”
When you caught Jaehyun’s pout, you let out a laugh. He wanted his ego fed for sure. “I mean, obviously, he’s nothing compared to you, Captain. Come on now.”
“Obviously,” Jaehyun replied, giving you a smug look. Then for some reason, in a few seconds, you caught his expression when his smirk fell. “You know, my ex,” Jaehyun started, absentmindedly grasping at the sand under his hand and letting them fall through his fingers, “she never really attended my games.”
As the sun was about to fully disappear, you heard the sound of thunder rumble in the sky. Looking up, you noticed that dark clouds started to roll in. Was it supposed to rain today, you wondered. “Hyejin?” you asked, returning your attention to Jaehyun. He nodded. Since he brought her up, you might as well have asked your questions and got them over with now. “If it’s okay, can I ask what happened between you two?”
Silence settled between you and Jaehyun when he did not answer right away, which made you feel bad because you did not want to open those wounds again. Another wave of thunder roared. You two would have to return back home soon. You were about to try and change the topic, but Jaehyun spoke first. “She said that the way I loved her bored her. I don’t know. Something about how I always agreed with her and that I never confronted other guys when I felt jealous. Or when I didn’t argue with her, it felt like I didn’t care at all.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” You did not know what else to say. Breakups were hard. Before you realized, your hand reached over to Jaehyun’s, and you placed yours over his, squeezing it softly. “It’s not place to say... but she didn’t deserve you.”
Jaehyun turned his hand over so that his palm held yours, squeezing back. His lips stretched into a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N.”
You then felt a droplet of water tap on your leg. Then the top of your head. Then your cheek. Suddenly, the pitter patter of the rain became louder as it hit the sand and water. You and Jaehyun looked at each, mouth opened in awe at such misfortune, before the both of you bursted into a fit of laughter. “Wait, did you not check the weather before planning this?!” you exclaimed to Jaehyun with a huge grin on your face as you jumped up, barely covering yourself with your hands above your head.
“Listen,” Jaehyun explained as he also stood up, grabbing the jacket that he brought with him. “did you not check the weather?”
You were not sure if the rush your body felt was due to the unforeseen weather or the way Jaehyun stared at you like he was waiting for you to make a move. With your adrenaline and curiosity, you stepped closer to him. “Are you seriously trying to blame this on your date right now, Jeong Jaehyun?”
Jaehyun leaned closer to your face. You sucked in a breath, aware of the lack of space between you two. Jaehyun took his jacket and covered the top of your head to protect as best as he could from the rain. You grabbed the outerwear, but Jaehyun’s grasp was also still on the jacket. Despite the rain drenching Jaehyun from head to toe, a smile remained on his face. “I’m sorry. You’re right. This was my bad. How can I make it up to you?” Jaehyun asked as his eyes fell onto your lips before looking up to read your eyes. His lips pressed together, and his next question almost turned you into a puddle. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” It was all Jaehyun needed to hear to release his hold on the jacket and moved his hands to cup your face. Jaehyun’s lips brushed against yours. Soft. His lips were soft. You smelled the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made you even dizzier as you continued to kiss Jaehyun, letting the blossoming warmth consume you. You could not help but smile into the kiss, and when his tongue pressed between your lips, you started to part your lips for him until a loud crack of thunder struck in the sky, prompting you both to pull away from each other.
“As much as I’d like to keep going, I think I should get you home before you catch a cold,” Jaehyun said with a chuckle.
Like a gentleman, Jaehyun walked you all the way to your front door. Though you offered Jaehyun shelter from the rain inside your apartment, he declined, assuring you that his fraternity house was not too far from your place. “Really sorry we couldn’t get that fancy dinner,” Jaehyun apologized. “I knew you were looking forward to that the most.”
You shook your head, reassuring him with a smile. “No worries. I had such an amazing time, Jae.”
He leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Next time. Now get inside and change into some dry clothes. I’ll text you later.”
“Drive safe,” you told him, and he nodded. As soon as Jaehyun walked away from you, you grabbed your key and unlocked the door to your apartment, calling out to your roommates. “I’m home!”
Sujin was the first one to greet you in the living room. Her eyes widened when she spotted you in your wet clothes, droplets of water dripping from your hair to the tiled floor. “Geez, Y/N! I thought you two were just going to watch the sunset, not get into the water fully clothed.”
You playfully rolled your eyes and passed by Sujin to get to your room. After you closed the door, you ran to your bed and plopped on the mattress, not even bothering to change out of your clothes right away. You unlocked your phone and opened Instagram to view the most recent photos of you and Jaehyun from today, recalling the event that occurred hours ago. Today really happened. Jaehyun kissed me.
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nora the arc au) jaune worries that he's getting fat, in reality he's just hitting his growth-spurt and becoming a giant wall of muscle hence the increased weight.
nora likes :) .... but nora is short :( there's only one solution find another girl that's also half jaune's height and stand on her shoulders to kiss him (he should have listened to mama arc's warnings) or a step ladder, that might be easier actually.
anyways how does nora help her husband with his "weight issues" ?
Work It Out!
Jaune sighed as he stared at the three digit number at his feet. He had gain ten pounds in this past week. It must have been the second helping he ordered at dinner the past few nights... and lunches... and breakfast... and maybe a midnight snack here and- The cause didn't matter! What mattered was the result, and the result was Jaune was getting chubby. He needed to lose weight starting now! ...Or maybe after he finished his bathroom cake.
Nora watched as her pre-husband-husband walked out of the bathroom, cherks puffed and chocolate frosting at the edge of his lips. Lips curved into a frown. Nora set her important reading documents, which totally weren't comic books, aside and hopped off of the bed, walking up to Jaune. She traced her finger across the frosting spot, eyeing it like the most fascinating frosting in the world.
"You okay, Jauney?" Nora asked before putting the frosted fingertip in her mouth. She licked the frosting little by little, savoring the chocolate taste.
Jaune sighed. "It's nothing. I just think I'm putting on weight."
Nora pulled her finger out with a pop. She wiped the saliva on her shorts. "You have been eating a lot lately." Nora noticed after he ran late to class because of his third helping of waffles at breakfast the other morning.
Jaune blushed. "Yeah."
Nora wrapped her arms around Jaune's waist, placing her head against his chest. "Have you been working out?"
"Yeah, I have been. Should I increase my reps?"
Nora hummed as she rubbed against his chest. Was it always this big? She could probably fit three of her heads on him! But then she'd have to share. "Maybe. If you want, you could start working out with me."
"Great idea, honey!" Jaune hadn't worked out with Nora before because she didn't start doing equipment until Beacon, and he thought she would need her space when they arrived. "But I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with you."
"Well, I could take a cheat day." She reached up and pinched Jaune's cheeks, shaking him as she spoke. "Just for you~!"
"Ow." Jaune replied.
"Ow!" Jaune wheezed. He was dying. His wife was trying to murder him, and his epitaph would read, 'Too Fat to Lift'. He rolled over, his body on fire, and struggled to lift himself up. "I thought," he hacked up a lung, "today was a cheat day."
"It is!" Nora hoisted him up. "Instead of 200 laps, we're running 20. Instead of 600 pounds, I'm lifting 280. And instead of my usual 100, 100, 100, I'm doing 80, 80, 80."
"I think I'm dying." Jaune confessed.
"Oh, you just need water." Nora guided him to the water fountain. "Here you go." Jaune weakly pressed the button, allowing water to come up, but not out of the spout. "Hm, must be the pressure." Jaune lowered his face to the spout as Nora investigated. "Hm, maybe it's this thing?" Nora twisted the knob hard in one direction, allowing more water to rocket out like a geyser into Jaune's nostrils. He fell back, blowing his nose and gasping. Nora looked back. She scoffed and walked back over to Jaune and helped him up again. "Come on, muscles; time to hit the showers."
"Thank you, God." Jaune prayed.
Jaune stumbled into the shower. Once steady, he turned the water on cold, letting the icy water cool his burning body. He sighed in relief, bordered on moaning.
Nora giggled. "Hey, don't forget to make room for me!" Nora squeezed herself between her PHH and the wall, slipping in front of him for full access to the water. She sighed as the cold water cascaded over her sweaty body.
"Nora?" Jaune asked, looking down at his fiance's bare form.
"Uh-huh?" Nora responded, eyes shut as the water hit her face. She felt Jaune wrap his arms around her. His barrel chest her pillow, his forearms acting as a makeshift sports-bra , and his long, pulsing- "Wh-What's up, Jauney?"
Jaune inhaled her soaked, sweaty scent. "I think," Jaune reached forward of himself, grabbing the shampoo from the shelf. He flipped the cap open. "I don't think we should work out anymore."
Nora turned around, putting her hands against his chest. "Aw!" Did he get drums installed for pecs? Seriously! "Why not?"
"I just don't think I can keep up with you," he poured the shampoo over her hair, using a free hand to massage her scalp as he did so, "and I don't want to slow you down."
Nora caught some suds and began scrubbing Jaune's chest, arms, and his rock-hard- Abs! When did Jaune get a six-pack. No, wait- Eight? Twelve?! "Uh, that's fair. I don't want to hurt you either." Nora turned back around and began scrubbing her chest and arms. She felt Jaune's big, meaty palms rub into her back, stopping just before tailbone. She wouldn't have mind his hand slipping around to her-
"Water!" Nora screamed. Jaune blinked, then adjusted the showerhead to point directly on her. Nora sighed in relief as the water rinsed her body of the suds and dirty thou- Just the suds. "Okay, I'm going now!" Nora shouted hurriedly, almost slipping as she rushed out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she swiftly exited the bathroom. She slammed the door shut and slid down, covering her red face.
"That was too close!" Nora sighed in a half-relief, half-whine.
"What was too close?" A voice asked. Nora uncovered her eyes and saw her teammate, Pyrrha Nikos, sitting on the bed. "Are you... okay, Nora?"
Nora huffed and sat down next to Pyrrha. "Pyrrha, can I ask you something?"
"Of course, Nora." Pyrrha replied with a cheerful smile.
"Do you think my husband is fat?"
Pyrrha blinked. "No, I don't believe he is. In fact, I'd say he's developing nicely for his age."
"Okay, so it's not just me!" Nora exclaimed. "He's eating three times more than usual, so he's gaining weight. He thinks he's getting fat, but I didn't feel any fat on him in there!"
Pyrrha gulped and blushed. "Um, what did you feel?" Pyrrha shook her head. "N-No! What I mean is, if he's gaining weight, then is he building fat, or is it just a growth spurt?"
"A what?"
"A growth spurt?" Nora blinked. "Well, you know, like how some people will just suddenly get taller as they grow up?"
"Huh. Maybe." Nora got up and walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Jaune?"
"Y-Yeah?!" Jaune responded in a panicked voice.
"Pyrrha and I are going out shopping, okay?"
"Yeah, I-I'll be fine!" Jaune said in a hurried tone. "I love you, honey!"
"Aw!" Nora leaned against the door and traced her finger against the wood, her fingernail scraping it. "And I love you, my big, strong husband~!" She then leapt away to her wardrobe.
"Um, Nora, where are we shopping, exactly?" Pyrrha asked.
Nora slipped on clean panties and shorts, before dropping her towel and rummaging for a bra. "Hardware store." After finding one, she put it on and elaborated. "Because if that boy gets any bigger, I'm gonna need a ladder."
Pyrrha slipped off her bed and put on her shoes, already in her casual clothes. "If you say so." Nora slipped on a shirt and the two left.
"Just one normal day," Lie Ren, Jaune's partner said, "is that too much to ask from these people?"
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Ok, so I noticed that your requests are open. I'm in dire need for more Husk x Reader. So, really, anything is cool with me. Especially fluff XD
Sorry that this took so long, I hope you enjoy it still! I apologize ahead of time as it's been a while since I've written a one-shot or at all, really. But I love Husk so here you go!
NOTE: This version of Husk is based off of a fan theory on his backstory where Husk fought in the Vietnam war. In this headcanon for him, he had been engaged when he was drafted. His fiance became upset that he had left her and cheated on him with his childhood best friend. Husk then drank himself to death and ended up in hell and made a deal with Alastor, at first asking that he take away his ability to love, something Al was unable to do for him. So that's a bit of this version of Husk's story! Enjoy!
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Stuck...
It was getting late and while he knew he needed to turn in soon for some rest, Husk was still wide awake. It was hard being so far away from home, so far away from his fiance and family. Even with that aside, this war had been violent and letting your guard down for even a second could result in tragedy. Perhaps he’d instead offer to stay on look out while the other soldiers rested. Or maybe he just needed to unwind, read some mail and try to get some shuteye anyway?
Looking over to the small stack of still sealed envelopes, Husk shuffled through them a bit, stopping on a specific one that made his heart both melt and ache at the same time. Admiring the way their handwriting flowed across the front of the envelope. The one thing that he knew for sure in all of this uncertainty was that (y/n) would always be able to ease his nerves no matter where he was. Just thinking about them was enough to soothe him and put his mind to rest even for just a few minutes.
That was when he decided to open it the letter that he had been holding onto for the past couple of days. Eagerly, he opened the letter and carefully unfolded the pages that had been compacted to fit.
“Dearest Husk,
I hope you are doing well, I’ve been keeping busy myself. It’s been really hard to go on each day without you here. I started a new job, I’ve been enjoying it quite a bit.
I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I have moved on. I started spending quite a bit of time with Jimmy, I know you two have been best friends since childhood, so please don’t take this out on him. He’s kept me company when I get lonely now that you’re gone. He treats me good and I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him.
I’m sorry, but I just can’t keep my life on hold, waiting for you forever. It’s time for me to move on from all of that and pick my life back up.
I hope you’ll understand,
(y/n).”
As his eyes continued to reread each line, trying to make sense of the letter that he had just read, Husk felt his heart sinking further with every word. A small, emotionless laugh escaped from his mouth, unsure of if he should be more sad or angry.
This couldn’t be happening, this war couldn’t be taking them away from him too. He didn’t have a choice! He was drafted, it’s not like he could just say no to the government, not without serious repercussions. And his childhood best friend nonetheless, had he always had eyes for them? Even before he was drafted into this damn war?
His chest was getting tight, it felt hard to breathe, this couldn’t be happening, not now when they were what he needed the most. How could he possibly keep going after this? To keep living a life that wasn’t even worth living? A life where everyone left him no matter what he did to try to make it up to them?
“Husk! Sweetheart, wake up!” (y/n)’s voice called out, causing further frustration. Why was he hearing their voice? Why did he have to be this distraught over one person?
“Husk wake up, you’re having another nightmare, hun.” Their voice rang out once more.
That’s when the feline’s eyes snapped open, sitting over the demon with a worried expression on their face, sat (y/n). They were brushing back the messy fur that lay on top of his head as he breathed heavily.
“Hun, did you have another one of those nightmares? ...About her?” they asked, concern still laced in their voice.
“I uh-sorry.” Husk cleared his voice, sitting up and gently resting a paw on his partner’s hand to try to reassure them that he would be alright.
“Yeah, it was another like that, but…It was you.” He admitted, albeit sheepishly. “And before you go and freak yourself out, I know you’re not like that. I’m not saying you are, I just…” His other paw reached up to rest his face in, frustrated. “It felt real. The damn nightmares always do.” Husk huffed quietly.
“I know what you mean though, nightmares like that usually do. It’s what makes them so scary, you don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. You don’t even realize that it’s all just a dream most of the time until after you already wake up.”
Husk nodded as (y/n) spoke, it was true, all he could really do was endure that same pain all over again until he had woken up and realized that it wasn’t real. While the feline was well aware that his partner wasn’t the type to leave in such a cruel way or that he was no longer out on the battle field, there was still fear there. Fear and pain from the past that occassionally still ate at him, one that not even alcohol could really cure, even temporarily. The fear of losing (y/n) and having to go through another heartbreak would be way too much for him. His last heartbreak had been so hard that he had not only lost his life in the end, but also caused him to beg and plead with a certain overlord to simply just remove his ability to love. That, was not something that even Alastor was able to grant him, ultimately resulting in indulging further into his alcoholism.
(Y/n) knew their lover’s background and had quickly picked up on these fears, especially when the post traumatic stress nightmares had really started becoming more and more frequent for him. Yet they had been there by his side ever since they had fallen into hell.
“Well, I can’t change what I do in your nightmares, but I can prove that this isn’t a continuation.” (Y/n) smiled and left a small kiss on Husk’s cheek, his fur gently tickling them as they did so. The demon’s shoulders fell a bit, seemingly easing any tension that he had previously bottled up from the stress of the morning.
He uncovered his face, offering a small smile and a little nudge. “That’s definitely you this time.” he chuckled a bit.
“I brought you some coffee, the way I made mine last time! Because you said you liked it.” (Y/n) gestured over to the nightstand where a mug rested, filled with hazelnut mocha coffee, steam gently rising from it to show it was freshly brewed.
“Oh-Thanks. I’m surprised you remembered that I liked it.” Husk decided to let it sit a few more minutes before trying to drink it. The last thing he needed was to burn his tongue off despite admittedly being rather excited for the drink that his partner had made for him.
“Of course I remembered!” (y/n) smiled, their response making Husk chuckle once again. “And Husk?”
“Hm?” Gently, he picked up the mug to take a small sip and test the temperature.
“I know what she did to you, I know that it’s hard for you to do this sometimes, the whole relationship thing...But I promise that you’re stuck with me. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ve been really happy being with you, I love sharing stories with each other and you rolling your eyes at my jokes and you making me random drinks to try so you can laugh at me when I make weird faces about it. I love it more than anything and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, not even a ticket straight to heaven. Being here with you, I know it’s where I’m supposed to be and you can tell me that I can leave all you want, but I don’t want to. I want you, I want us, I want this.” (Y/n) held onto Husk’s paw, giving it a squeeze.
Husk set his mug down once again and leaned over to give (y/n) a small kiss.
“I want you too (y/n), as long as you want to be here. So I guess you’re stuck with me too then?” he smiled, the demon absolutely melting as his partner looked back at him.
“Till the end of time.”
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"sigurista" for Eddie
Edit: On ao3 here.
sigurista: Someone who makes sure that everything goes as planned; the kind of person who will not act unless he totally feels sure that the desired result would be obtained. [Okay, this is probably cheating because it only very technically fits if you squint, but this is all the result of your enabling so. If anyone wanted more White House AU Buddie, this is a follow up to this prompt fill.]
It’s a quiet day.
Now, Buck’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he can count on one hand the number of times his schedule has been so light throughout the first year of his presidency, so he can’t help checking it again and then a third time just to make sure. But it doesn’t change the longer he looks at it.
Okay. So, it’s a quiet, light day. That’s a good thing—it’s not like he can’t use the rest.
He’s just not sure why he can’t quite work the tension out of his shoulders, why he feels poised on the edge of a tightrope made of razor wire about to either fall or get sliced.
By noon, all of his scheduled meetings are finished and he’s even managed to catch up on some of the reports he’d been meaning to dig deeper into. He’s antsy and full of untethered energy and, finally, he closes the file he’s looking through and crosses the room to knock on the door connecting the Oval with the Chief of Staff’s office.
(After the last time he walked in without thinking and got an eyeful of his sister and Chim that made him want to bleach his brain, he always knocks.)
“Hey, Chim—I’m going to head back to the residence for the rest of the day—”
The main office door opens.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Mr. President,” Athena says, and it’s been enough time that Buck knows when the head of the secret service shows up personally and without warning it means nothing good. Right behind her, the aide to his National Security Advisor comes skidding to a halt, out of breath.
“You’re needed in the situation room, sir.”
Buck looks back at Athena.
“Michael—?”
(It may well be a conflict of interest that the Vice President’s ex-wife is responsible for making sure Buck stays alive, but then, Buck’s pretty sure there’s no less of one than the fact that his sister is dating his Chief of Staff so...)
“He’s being moved to a secure location,” she replies. “But yes, Bobby’s waiting in the sit room. I can fill you in on the way.”
Buck swears internally and runs a hand through his hair.
“Okay. What do we have?”
“Bomb threat and possible shooter at the Pentagon,” Athena says, and Buck’s heart stops, ice freezing his insides. Because that’s—
“You know, some of us have actual work to do,” Eddie said the night before, the look in his eyes exasperated but fond in the dim light from the lamp on his desk.
“You mean entertaining the leader of the free world isn’t in your job description, Lieutenant Diaz?” Buck had teased right back, reveling in the quirk of Eddie’s lips.
“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to find someone else to entertain you tomorrow—I’ll be in meetings with the joint chiefs at the Pentagon all day. Should be thrilling stuff.”
“Maybe I’ll invent a national security emergency—get you out of it.”
Eddie laughed. “Please don’t, they’ll just reschedule. And then there will be paperwork.”
—that’s where Eddie is.
“How the fuck does that happen?” Buck croaks out, feeling like he’s swallowed glass.
“We’re working out the exact details,” Athena replies. “But it’s fairly clear it was an inside job. Whoever it is killed one of the marines on duty and called in the bomb himself, we’re looking at the security feeds and card access records to narrow down a name.”
She finishes just as they step through the door of the situation room and Bobby looks up.
“Dennis Pierce,” he fills in. “He’s been there eight years, looks like he was identified as part of the investigation to see which employees might have ties to white supremacist groups. He hasn’t been fired yet because the investigation isn’t finished, but I guess he saw the writing on the wall.”
“And thought he would tender his resignation by, what? Blowing up the joint chiefs?” Buck can hear the edge in his voice, which means Bobby definitely can as well.
(They met on the campaign trail, when Buck started getting intelligence briefings that made him feel like he was drowning, in over his head. But Bobby never treated him like an idiot who didn’t know the first thing about national security, was always patient, willing to sit with him and explain. And by now, Buck’s pretty sure he would be lost without him. Without him and—)
“We’re not going to let that happen,” Bobby replies, his own voice carefully even. Steady. “We have a bomb squad on site and every armed guard in the building looking for this guy, not to mention that most of the people he’s likely to run into are combat-trained military.”
The phone on the desk rings and Bobby picks it up as the door opens and the heads of the FBI and CIA file in.
“Copy that,” Bobby says and hangs up, tapping a few keys on his keyboard to bring up blueprints on the main screen and highlighting a room on the fifth floor.
“Someone pressed one of the hidden panic buttons in conference room J,” he explains. “Bomb squad is on its way and we should be getting camera feeds—now.”
The feed flickers into the screen and steals Buck’s breath all over again, because there, on the screen, with his hands raised and facing down an older, grizzled white man with a gun in one hand and a trigger to the bomb vest strapped to his chest in the other—is Eddie.
“There’s no audio,” Buck points out as Eddie’s lips move too quickly for him to read anything clearly.
“There aren’t any speakers or mics in the room.”
Maybe not, but—over Pierce’s shoulder, Buck notices a phone on the wall.
“I want to talk to him,” he says. “Call the room.”
Bobby’s look is sharp when he turns to look at him.
“Sir, I really wouldn’t advise—”
“Call,” Buck repeats, his tone booking no argument.
Bobby’s lips press thin, but he picks up the phone, speaking quietly into the receiver while Buck doesn’t look away from the camera feed, his stomach twisting itself into knots as Pierce shakes his head violently in response to whatever Eddie is saying. Time seems to slow the longer he watches, even as Bobby passes him the phone.
“Extension 3596,” Bobby says quietly. And Buck dials.
He can’t see the phone ring on the feed, but he sees the effect—Pierce twitches, his head whipping around in surprise, and Eddie takes advantage of the distraction to move—
The feed cuts out.
The phone keeps ringing.
“What happened?” Buck demands. “What—we have to get it back, we have to—”
The line picks up.
“This is General O’Halloran, who am I speaking with?”
Buck swallows hard.
“General, this is the President. What’s your status?”
“Lieutenant Diaz neutralized the threat, sir. Passed him off to the bomb squad waiting outside. We’re all safe and sound.”
There’s something rising up in his throat, and Buck isn’t sure if it’s just a wave of overwhelming emotion or if it’s actually bile.
“Glad to hear it, General,” he chokes out.
He passes the phone back to Bobby and shoves back his chair then, not caring whether they need him for anything, just needing—needing—
Buck rips at the knot of his tie as he steps into the hallway, and only barely makes it through the door of the bathroom at the end of it before he throws up in the sink.
The door opens again a moment later, as he’s gripping the edge of the sink trying to get his adrenaline under control.
“It’s okay, Buck,” Athena says quietly. “Everyone’s fine. Especially him.”
Buck could almost laugh at that if he was in any sort of mood. Because he hasn’t even told Eddie—not technically—hasn’t ever done anything to truly cross a line, but apparently everyone knows anyway.
“I could have lost him...and I would have had to watch,” he says.
“But you didn’t.”
Buck rinses his mouth out and spits.
“Is Bobby pissed at me for walking out?”
Athena shrugs. “I doubt it. I can take you back to the residence now if you want—tell Bobby to finish up and debrief you later.”
Buck swallows again. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He pauses as half an idea comes into his head, then adds—
“Hey, Athena? Do you think—”
Which is how he finds himself waiting in a car outside a condo in Virginia with an extra protective detail at nine that night as his regular agents knock on the door. A woman with dark hair opens the door, and Buck can see the way her eyebrows shoot up as she exchanges quick words with the agents before they step inside to conduct their sweep. A minute passes, then the agent at his side taps her earpiece.
“Clear. Got it,” she says, and that’s all Buck needs to get out of the car.
The same dark-haired woman is standing in the entryway, arms crossed, when he walks through the door. He stops in his tracks, suddenly nervous as her calculating gaze trails over him.
“Adriana?” He guesses, and she hums.
“A little warning would have been nice,” she says, but Buck thinks he catches a hint of a smile as she turns on her heel to go down the hallway off the kitchen to what he assumes is a bedroom. “Good night, Mr. President.”
Buck opens his mouth to say something, when Eddie himself appears at the top of the stairs, hair wet and clothes sticking to his skin like he’s just jumped out of the shower.
“Adriana, what the hell—” Eddie cuts off the moment his eyes land on Buck and she just laughs before she disappears down the hall.
“Hi,” Buck says quietly.
“Hey,” Eddie replies. There’s a bruise blossoming over his cheek and Buck’s fingers itch to touch it, or really, to touch Eddie everywhere he can to remind him that he’s here, he’s alive, Buck didn’t lose—
Eddie clears his throat and makes his way the rest of the way down the stairs.
“You’re...in my house.”
Buck shifts his weight. “You almost died today.”
Eddie blows out a breath and rakes a hand through his wet hair.
“Guess you didn’t have to fake that national security emergency after all.”
“Guess not.”
Eddie’s gaze turns considering, his brow furrowing as an odd look crosses his face.
“So...I almost die...and that warrants you showing up in the middle of the night? Why?”
Buck wets his lips, feeling like he can barely hold Eddie’s eyes. His pulse is racing, blood rushing in his ears, and his voice is a mere rasp when he says—
“You know why.”
You have to know.
Eddie glances down at the floor, then over to the windows where the curtains are closed. Then he nods once.
“Maybe. But...I think I need you to say it.”
Buck nearly throws his hands up. “Fuck, Eddie, because I love—”
He doesn’t finish the sentence because Eddie closes the distance and kisses the rest away, backing Buck against the closed front door. Buck nearly chokes on relief as his hand scramble to twist into Eddie’s damp t-shirt and pull him even closer.
“I thought—” he gasps out when Eddie breaks the kiss in favor of pressing a trail of them down his neck— “I thought you were going to die and I wasn’t going to get to tell you.”
Eddie pauses his exploration, hands spasming on Buck’s hips.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes against his skin. “Yeah, me too.”
Buck threads his fingers through Eddie’s hair and tugs him back up to kiss him again.
“Athena says she’ll kill me if I’m not back by midnight,” he admits.
Eddie’s lips quirk as he curls a finger through one of Buck’s belt loops and tugs him towards the stairs.
“Then we’re swimming in time.”
#chapel writes#buddie#buddie fic#prompt fill#shameless enablers the lot of you#letmetellyouaboutmyfeels
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♡ · INTRO. * . VI / ?.
in garnet’s words , the queen of gaslighting is here ! hello again everyone , today i bring you yet another trash kid . meet sibel eren , my mnemosyne kid . she’s a rich , reformed mean girl who was never really mean to begin with . peer pressure do be like that sometimes ! i’ll try to keep this short . hope you like her ♡
THE BASICS
name: melisa sibel eren
nickname(s): bel , sib
birthday: july 30th, 1997
ethnicity: turkish
birthplace: born in ankara , turkey ; raised in london , england
gender identity: cis female
sexuality: pansexual / panromantic
powers: memory evocation and memory manipulation
mixtape: cry / ashnikko , candy / doja cat , nda / billie eilish , desert rose / lolo zouai , you are a memory / message to bears
character inspiration: lux lisbon ( tvs ) , anya ( anastasia ) , viola ( soulcalibur ) , ty lee ( avatar: the last airbender ) , emma woodhouse ( emma )
THE MUSE
sibel eren is the only daughter of ozan eren , a neuropsychiatrist with a great reputation and an ever greater bank account . she was the result of a one night stand with the goddess mnemosyne , who didn’t stick around for longer than the first year of sibel’s life . not that it mattered anyway , for ozan spared no effort to raise his daughter as greatly as possible , all while staying dedicated to his work when he returned to london .
growing up , sibel was always top of her class , excelling on all subjects even if she struggled every so often . it could be that her father bribed her school and teachers , but that’s just a mystery no one’s been able to solve . more important than her grades , however , were her friends ; they weren’t the best of people , just your stereotypical group of rich kids without a single care in he world , but she fit in with them rather nicely . of everyone in their little group , sibel was known for being the nice one , the one who would go out of their way to be kind to others rather than bully them . her friends didn’t get it , yet they didn’t care either .
as sibel got older , things started to change within her . she could feel her memory progressively getting worse and worse , yet paid no mind to it --- if anything , she assumed it had something to do with puberty or teenage hormones . telling her father about it wasn’t an option either ; the man was overwhelmingly busy with work and other things , and she didn’t want to be just another one of her father’s patients .
when sibel was sixteen , she met her first boyfriend , a guy from school who managed to get inside her friend group . much to no one’s surprise , she was head over heels in love with him and their relationship was wonderful . at least seemingly so .
about a year later , rumors started spreading that the boy was spotted cheating on her , which sibel refused to believe . it wasn’t until she caught him and one of her best friends together with her own eyes during a christmas party that the girl learned that she was being used all along . the two had been seeing each other for months now , and at least half of her friend group knew about it . yet because of her goody - two - shoes attitude and subpar memory , both her boyfriend and friend thought they could get away with it , and that it wouldn’t matter . after all , what trouble could she possibly cause ?
all sibel could think about was how much she wanted to forget what she’d just seen . not only her , but all the people who’d gathered round to witness the greatest faux pas of the holiday season to forget it as well . with clenched fists and a loud scream of frustration , the girl willed everyone to forget what happened , yet it only led people to lose scattered pieces of their own memories of that night to the point where no one was sure of what exactly they were doing there .
to the outsider , it became public knowledge that what happened that night was something to do with collective amnesia due to a lot of alcohol , but that didn’t explain why sibel was found sleeping for three days straight after the revelation . when she woke up at the hospital , the girl was scouted by nl and claimed by her godly mother . she hasn’t spoken to any of her “ old friends ” ever since , but something tells her they might think of her as a freak now .
MISC.
so yeah , sib’s memory isn’t the greatest . it became worse as her powers grew , but it’s gotten a lot better since she came to nl as a result of learning to control her gifts .
because her memory isn’t the greatest , forming a relationship with her takes a lot of effort and patience . she might forget you the first couple of times you meet , but after the third or forth time hanging out , chances are sibel will have your name and face memorized , and maybe a random fact too .
bel relies on photographs and notes a lot . she’s an avid user of social media , not just because it’s fun but because it genuinely helps her remember things . she also has quite the amount of followers , but nothing like an nl ambassador . she just happens to be rich , and her reputation is to blame for her relative popularity .
tends to be a bit snappy , but it’s only because she doesn’t want to get taken advantage of or be made a fool of again . i promise she has a good heart !
is a little bit reckless . she knows she won’t remember most of the things she does anyway , so why bother stressing about it !
when it comes to the medical track , sibel specializes in injuries pertaining to the brain , as well as taking care of heroes and other demigods who might have suffered some sort of accident that might affect their memories . she can be found during daytime or night time depending on the day , as she often covers for anyone who might not be able to show up for some reason .
plot ideas ig: someone who just looks out for her and makes sure she’s not being too reckless or getting taken advantage of due to her bad memory ; someone who’s been putting in the effort to befriend her even though it’s not easy , but they think she’s worth the effort or are curious about her ; a best friend , which is a huge deal considering how terrible her old friends were to her ; one night stands , as i imagine she has quite a few ( this could be especially funny considering she most likely won’t remember them in particular , just the smash ) ; a fwb that she actually does remember and is her safe bet of sorts ; coworkers ; friends who walk around campus with her to take pictures of things ; anything your heart desires !
POWERS
[ MEMORY EVOCATION ]: sibel is able to bring old memories to light with clarity and more vividly. this works best if she’s given a token related to said memory ( an object, a photograph, something from that specific time or day ). however, she cannot create a memory from scratch.
[ MEMORY MANIPULATION ]: she can alter parts of a person’s memory; the bigger the alteration ( ie. a person, a location ), the more concentration it requires, leading to exhaustion that can keep her bedridden for days. though she can manipulate memories, cannot erase them completely, but her alterations can make a traumatic memory less impactful, or even turn it into a pleasant one.
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why the hive fckin suck at its job: a rant
spoilers for tgwdlm ahead!
first of all, it's important to consider what exactly the hive's job is. my answer is... who the fuck knows. literally. what is the hive's aim. what do you want Paul? more like, what do you want hive? let's find out!
it kinda evolves, as the play progresses. the intial aim of the hive, and one that does actually remain consistent is the constant burning need to grow and devour and gain more and more (insert capitalism metaphor here).
however, this is distorted by the people it possess who influence that aim, as we'll see later.
also the fact it crashes into a theatre displaying Mamma Mia gives the hive the motive it need to fit the world around it to the structure of the musical. having no originality of its own, the hive instead just picks up what is given to it. kinda like an evil baby.
it wants uniformity, that is indeed its ultimate goal and desire, no duh. it thinks it can achieve that through musical theatre, shame that the hive is dead wrong. cause the hive fucking sucks at its own job / aim / ultimate purpose / one concrete goal that motivates all its actions.
can't maintain control over its subjects
okay, so, the hive wants uniformity. it wants everyone to be dancing to the beat of its own tune. right? yeah. shame it literally can't keep its own possessed subjects in line at all. at the risk of sounding like the 10th doctor waxing lyrical abt humanity for the 50th time, humans are really difficult to control cause we're not really motivated by an altruistic allegiance to one primary good. we've got icky emotions that often move us to do stupid unpredictable stuff way more. it makes me wonder if the reason the hive wanted to use musical theatre to try and persuade ppl was cause it seems to think that is how theyll get emotive humans; through emotive songs. anyways. let's look at some examples shall weeeee?
Mr Davidson:
so, Mr Davidson. funnily enough, he's the guy whose in part acting as the hive trying to figure out what it wants through his interactions w/ Paul. every person it possess gives it just a bit more humanity and curiosity abt the world it is currently taking over. at least I think so. hence why as the musical develops u get character's like possessed!Alice wondering 'why does it hurt to love?' - the change in music and mood to something much more introspective really suggests to me that the hive is beginning to question the thoughts and emotions of its human hosts.
Mr Davidson is a family man through and through, he loves his wife Carol. she's his muse, his source of light. his feelings for her are not concrete or easy to explain and solve - hence why his sudden ahem demand of her is so hilarious and also jarring. it completely clashes with the 'I want song' which is simple, and often pushes forward a wider cause. not so with Mr Davidson, he just really loves his wife man. enough to break a frickin alien possession.
tbh I think its hilarious that (at least to me) the hive has to force him to forget and continue with the song, like, he straight up is just talking to his wife in that phone call, talking, not singing. so, no possession until he reverts back into song. ergo, the hive cannot maintain the uniformity it wants. even from the get go when theoretically its control should be stronger cause it has less ppl to co-ordinate. bad. at. its. job.
Paul:
this one hurts folks. yes, I know it's generally agreed, though somewhat debated that the state of Paul by the end of the tgwdlm is not purely possessed. I agree. once again, the hive is unable to truly enforce uniformity.
at this point, the motives of Paul and the hive are kinda just mixed, neither fully human nor fully alien. hence the constant shifts between pleeing for her to get away, to hide, to stay safe: 'what if the only choice is you have to sing to survive' and just full on old style hive nastiness 'let me puke in your mouth and just open your food bin girl' (so romantic 🥰 /j).
the hive has gone away from its original aim, and become something... different. no longer stuck to just one type of genre or style of song, it's really clever to show the developing complexity of the hive by showing how it is now juggling lots of different motifs with references to all the old songs from before recontextualised in a new way - its learning. evil baby... no longer uniform.
general miscommunication:
there are several instances of the hive not fully having uniform control over its subjects. for instance, right after not your seed with the three teens having to like... calibrate. they aren't just completely connected then?? also, this is a very small thing, but uhhhh at the end of inevitable when Paul is about to say the apotheosis is upon... the chorus interrupts him with USSSSSSS. interruptions??? not very in sync of u hive.
I think this inability to exert uniformity is also shown in the contrast between genre of musical theatre. my alien abomination cannot decide whether it wants to be the more modern edgy rock musical (join us (and die), not your seed ) or super happy go lucky old style musical theatre (lah dee dah dah day, and inevitable). it tries to do both, even while trying to encourage union, and sticking to one thing. hypocrite!!!!!
2. aims are guided by the people it possess
so, I mentioned this a bit already, but the hive isn't only mutating the humans, the humans are mutating the hive right back. this is more an interesting observation than any actual analysis but let's goooo.
greenpeace girl:
I think it's very likely that greenpeace girl is one of the first to be possessed. This is probably easily debunkable but whatever this analysis is flying by the seat or its pants anywayyyyy. why? cause where else would it pick up that whole 'this planet needs fixing' thing? it's interesting too, cause it morphs from expressing the desire to join hands and sing together, unity and peace with no actual action behind it. this then goes right to the other end, with the hive going 'fine I'll do it myself' and trying to save things by enforcing a dictatorship on the world. it develops and changes, and strays from its original means of accomplishing its aims! speaking oooooof...
3. inconsistent in means of accomplishing aims
okay, ur an evil hive mind. u think musicals are the way to win over these silly humans cause they're all weak and emotive and seem to respond to them. but, wait! schwoopsie! you haven't realised that for emotional depth and growth to mean anything, you need there to be established development and well... growth. otherwise the sentiments are as vague as the ones expressed in What Do You Want, Paul?
this show has genuine emotional moments, just not really during the musical numbers WITH EXCEPTIONS. any strife is smoothed over quickly, and so the development and change that would have to go into such growth is just gone. (see, You Tied Up My Heart) all so it can achieve its own desire to grow and grow and grow, maybe a metaphor for art being killed under late stage capitalism??
what actually matters is the impact the songs have afterwards, in causing a death - because we have a bond and care abt these characters. those short scenes between Paul and Emma are actually way more resonant than any song. except... inevitable, and also not your seed a bit. at this point the hive has learnt a thing or two, and can actually twist human emotion a little. but for it to do that, it has to reject the uniformity it prizes, and be adaptable. point towards being more human than it first thought? methinks so. and yet it's just not enough...
it's also why let it out, to me, feels really ingenuine. Paul has expressed himself in much better ways already. what they're doing is clearly paining him, and hurting the guy. he's terrified bless.
you can't force someone into being emotional vulnerable, man.
it's why all the deaths for the characters who are forced to express themselves are really violent, involving them being ripped open - literally forcing them to expose themselves from the 'inside out' as Alice reflects in Not Your Seed. you can't force genuine emotional connection, it has to be fostered, shown in the much more affecting relationship of Paul and Emma. the only reason the hive actually has power over our characters is because of these genuine emotional connections, which it tries and often fails to take advantage of, resulting in just resorting to brute violence. messy hive, very messy.
at the core, the musical's a kinda attack on that toxic positivity mindst: trying to force people to reach the sort of easy solutions by sharing feelings in a way that feels pretty invasive and deciding you are instantly fixed. the problems these characters face are jarringly not really what you'd expect a character in a musical to face, cheating, a lot of it, mid-life crisis. problems that are bland, or wayyyy too real. this is purposefully done, to reveal just how silly the hive's aim to use musical theatre to solve everyone's problem is. life is more complex than that smh.
4. a human can write a much more expressive, and genuine song than they ever could lol
u know which song I'm talking abt. what more is there to say. so much for making persuasive songs to tempt people over.
5. make me sad cause they took some perfectly nice ppl and funked them up 😭
this was a stupid point lol. basically I'm just bitter that this hive took a bunch of perfectly okay ppl and gave them hive brain. screw u hive. I swear I'm gonna watch Black Friday soon, cause I'm sure it's gonna completely destroy every thought I've had so far, but whateve,,, just take this as a look at tgwdlm like it's a stand-alone piece.
these guys are supposed to all be 'individuals' on one level, but also 'appendages of a much larger organism'. there's a little too much individualism and fracturing to be cohesive enough to do that I feel. the hive to me is not an infallible, unstoppable force, in fact, every human it takes over only brings it closer to understanding us. so that's maybe a slight positive note??? idk ?! I just have lots of thoughts and feelings abt this musical even if this doesn't make sense I'm proud i wrote it down hehe.
#tgwdlm#the guy who didn't like musicals#the hive tgwdlm#cw: swearing#sorry i swear a lot when im passionate lmfaoooo#more a reason to attack the shet out of the hive for ruining a perfectly ok town#paul matthews#speculation#my hcs#this is like#part joke part serious analysis#long post#im so sorry#emetophobia warning (its referenced a bit)#this might make literally no sense im so sorry#i have too amny thouvjfs#i have too many thoughts#head full all thoughts#my gifs#gifset
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Mine
Pairing - Kim Dongyoung x reader
Genre - Angst, Smut, Fluff (just a little)
Warnings- Horribly written because i wrote this in language class (yes i do need help), cliché(ish)?. Mention of cheating. Slight exhibitionism (slight yeah sure), edging. Welp smut is a smut so i don't see why I'd put warning on that but oiwkskw leggo!
Summary- What happens when you bump into your ex boyfriend, whom you had cut ties with without telling him the reason why?
You knew this would be a horrible idea. But having to listen to your best friend whine for days straight, you had no other choice but to tag along with her to the apparent 'send off party' as Taeyong, the one who's throwing the party called it as. For you it was nothing more than an everyday frat party and each time you'd say that, Taeyong feigned offence.
"First of Y/n, why are you turning yourself into a rock for something you broke off? It was your choice anyways" Your best friend asked, rummaging through your closet to get you out of your pj's and doll you up.
"i don't know Rae. I was just being petty maybe? I don't even know the real reason why i broke up with him is" Rae stops fumbling with your clothes, turning around to look at you before discarding the clothes onto the floor, making her way towards you.
"What do you mean petty?" she asked once she was seated right opposite of you on your bed. You let out a sigh, running your fingers through the length of your hair. "Well, Olivia came up to me a week prior to me breaking things up, saying that Doyoung was with her, and how he was extremely touchy with her. And that was the exact day when Doyoung left in the morning, didn't bother calling and telling me where he was or what he was doing and then came back home late at night." Rae's jaws hung low by the time you ended your story.
"Y/n did you even bother asking Doyoung for his side of explanation??" You shook your head to her question as all she did after that is shake her head this time, getting up from her place mumbling something in between 'you definitely need to go to this party girl what's wrong with you' which you ignore.
Two hours after your little conversation with Rae, you found yourself seated at the drinks section where Jungwoo kept you company since Rae decided to ditch you the moment you step foot into Taeyong's incredibly large house.
"And then she just went, i don't think that's gonna fit woo please go slow" Jungwoo burst out laughing after ending his little incident that occurred during one of his hook ups. You couldn't help but laugh along with him as his laugh was highly contagious.
He stopped laughing only to gesture the bartender, which, was infact one of your other friends, Taeil, to get him and yourself another drink.
"Oh yeah?" you ask in between giggles, to which he made no effort in responding verbally, nodding slightly at your direction before his eyes fell behind you, staying there longer than just 2 second. Your eyes stayed trained on Jungwoo's face, watching it grow into a huge smile before waving vigorously.
"Doyoung hey! I didn't know you'd be here!" your friend proclaims. You don't dare turn back knowing that his eyes are probably on you as you felt his sharp eyes burning holes at the back of your head.
"Yeah, i didn't know I'd be here too" He spoke in his deep voice. You shudder knowing that his eyes were still on you.
Oblivious to the obvious tension between you and Doyoung, Jungwoo kept making small talks with your ex, only stopping to chat with Taeil every now and then, only to get back to Doyoung.
"Hey Jungwoo, i think I'll go search for Rae. I'll be going home after that" you said to your friend, cutting off his conversation with Doyoung as you gulp down the rest of your drink, jumping off of the bar stool. Doyoung noticed your moment, shifting his gaze from Taeil to you as his gaze hardened.
He wanted answers. You made that difficult ever since you broke things off as you blocked his number, refused to talk to him, hell even look at him.
Jungwoo merely nodded before he spotted another one of his friends, making his way towards him. You started walking off towards the hallway near the exit, not even bothering to look for your friend, knowing full well she must've already left you with some guy.
But Doyoung had other plans.
He started stomping his way towards you, reaching you in easy two steps as he grabbed your wrist in a rather painful grip, dragging you the opposite direction of the exit, back into the party, to a more secluded place.
"What the fuck Doyoung?" you ask as soon you felt yourself being dragged. Doyoung did not answer to you, only tightening his grip. "Dongyoung let go!" you once again say, this time being thrown to the front of a narrow hallway, a little away from the crowd.
Doyoung didn't make an attempt to speak up at first, looking at you with a glare so scary that made you feel so small beside him, well in this case, in front of him. You look anywhere but him.
"Look at me" his voice incredibly low. You don't do as he says, which just riles him up more than he already is.
You left him, he respected that. But the fact that you had the nerves to leave him without an explanation, when he knows real well that he didn't do anything bad enough for you to leave him. And now you refused to even look at him.
"I said look at me." he sounded extremely close to you and that was the moment you decided to look up. His eyes completely hooded with anger. You squirm involuntarily, scared of what he might do.
"Tell me Y/n. Why did you break up with me" him doing all the talking right now just angered him even more if that was humanly possible. And you knew he was pissed, the anger basically radiated off of him. Deciding against ticking him off more. You open your mouth.
"You cheated on me. There. Now you know why i broke up. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading home now" you spoke trying to sound as calm as possible, silently praying for Rae to just show up but you didn't wait for that, you make your way around him.
He pulled you back with a lot of force, shoving you against the wall. Leaning forward with you trapped between him arms he spoke "When the fuck did i cheat on you? Are you crazy?" sounding more like he was scoffing.
"Olivia told me everything, Doyoung. Why didn't you tell me?" you watch his face contort into confusion. "Olivia told you what?" he asked moving back to look at your face better.
"That you were with her the entire day when i kept spam calling you and you didn't bother picking up the call neither did you bother calling me back later. She told something about you being all over her. Do you know how much that hurts to hear that? That your boyfriend is all over another girl? I-" you lifted your head up to look into his eyes and you immediately stopped. The look in his eyes even scarier than before shut you up in one instance.
He slowly started moving back closer to you. You were scared. As patient and understanding Doyoung is, his anger issues when ticked off was something that would've scared Hades even. You knew one for sure not to piss him off, you don't want to deal with his anger.
"I cheated huh? Olivia you say? Oh i was all over her? And you didn't want to ask me this face to face and decided to stupidly break shit off because?" he growled, and you said nothing.
"I said did you ask me if i actually cheated on you Y/n" he asked holding you against the wall with his hands firm on your hips. You wince in pain as his nails started digging into your skin through the thin material of your short skirt.
"Doyoung you're h-hurting me" you whimper, which only resulted in him tightening his grip further. "Good. Now tell me. Did you fucking ask me before breaking up."
"N-no" you felt tears forming in your eyes. "tell me, why didn't you" he asked in a hushed tone. "Be-because i was mad, the way she said that you had your hands all over her, i lost my mind the moment i heard it" his eyes softened the slightest as he saw a tear roll down your cheek. But hearing you speak your next sentence, made him lose his cool completely.
"Was i not enough? She told me that you complained i wasn't enough for you. She told me that you said i was always whiny, a pain in the ass even. Why would i want to stay with you after you bitch talk about me to one of your whores?" you finally complete your rant, lifting your hand up to wipe the tears, not wanting to seem weak in front of him.
Doyoung found this whole situation amusing. You leaving him was one thing, you accusing him of something he didn't do was another. And he hated that.
He was never with Olivia. In fact he was with the guys the day you assumed he was cheating. And he made sure you knew that.
Doyoung chuckled before starting to explain every single thing that happened a day prior to your break up. Not missing a single detail. Telling you how he had gone out to cheer his friend Jaehyun for his street fighting match, how the place was too noisy to hear anything that he didn't notice there were over 20 missed calls until he went back to the dorm. And how he never, swear on god, was with Olivia and neither did he talk shit about you. And he told all this with a stern look, scowling each time you wince, feeling guilty of accusing him, but then chuckling, seeing you look down, ashamed to even look at him.
"Now Y/n, is that what you call cheating? Hm?" his hand dropped from your hips down to your ass in a slow manner. Groping it harshly.
"I-i'm sorry.. " you squeal out. "I'm so sorry.. I was just being petty, not being able to think straight-" Doyoung removed his hands from your ass, lifting it to grip your waist, turning you around roughly, in a swift move.
"Oh yes you were being petty. You want to act like petty whore I'll treat you like one" he pressed your front against the wall where you were previously shoved at least 3 times, lifting your skirt up, displaying your ass to him. "Doyoung not here! Anyone c-can see us"
You screamed as you felt a harsh smack landing your ass, "Let they. I don't fucking care" was all he said before landing around smack, this one being much harder than the last one, his rings cutting through the skin slightly. You wince in pain, a little aroused at the fact that he wanted to take you there, not caring if anyone walked in because he wanted to make it clear that you were his.
"Start counting for me or I'm starting it all over again" he said in a threatening tone he always had each time you acted like a brat.
You had no more than 3 seconds to gain your breath after each smack, him finally stopping at 20, loving the look of pain in your face. You looked absolutely ethereal with tears rolling down your face, lips bleeding from you biting on it a little too hard.
He ran a hand over your bruised skin, feeling you quiver under his touch. You stifle a sob as you turn your head to look at the crowd, oh so oblivious to your apparent 'punishment' taking place just yards away from them.
You moan out as you feel his fingers dip into your panties "Oh? You seem to like the smacking way too much babe, or is it that you're turned on by the way I'm showing the entire crowd who you belong to?"
You whine out a loud moan as you felt two of his fingers enter you with no warning, pumping at it in a fast pace as his other hand, that was placed on your waist where he was holding your skirt, made its way to your clit, drawing circles with the same pace he was using to finger you.
You let out a chain of curses, not even bothering to lower your voice in fear of you getting caught. "Who do you belong to Y/n? Tell me now".
His words mixed with his actions unable you from uttering a single word. And he didn't like that.
Adding another finger in, he started pumping in a painfully slow pace. "Answer me babe. Who do you fucking belong to?" he asked emphasizing the word 'who', speaking through gritted teeth.
You felt yourself nearing a climax, "you, fuck i belong to you" you said in a strained voice, barely audible but loud enough for him to hear you. He completely stopped his actions, stilling his fingers inside of you, you whimper.
He wanted you to say his name.
"Who?" he asked, chuckling as he felt you clench around his fingers. "You, Doyoung, i belong to you" you scream out, swearing on god that the entire crowd must've heard you.
"That's right baby" he resumed his previous actions. "you belong to me". Once again pumping fast into your now sensitive core, as you felt yourself at the brim of your orgasm.
And Doyoung knew that all too well.
You clenching way too frequently around his fingers, moaning way too loudly, grinding your hips back to chase after your high. You made it so obvious.
"Oh my go-" you were cut off. Doyoung pumped one last time before removing his hands out of your core. You cry out a whine "Doyoung i was so close" you say trying to touch yourself, but he was quick, he grabbed hard at your wrist locking it behind your back as you felt your high slowly drifting away. He had an almost sadistic grin his face
"Not so fast babygirl. You need to be taught a few things before you get your reward" he said, turning you around, hungrily pressing his lips against yours for the first time that night.
You knew not to accuse him ever again after that night.
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OKAY SO HEAR ME OUT, if you ever feel like your boyfriend or girlfriend is cheating on you, then please ask them? Don't be fast to break things off like i did in this story, also don't make up by fucking each other later lmaooo this oneshot's pure fiction and none of this should be how your irl relationship should be. Anyways hope you like it! 💗
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Prank Calls [Seokjin x Reader]
summary: A prank call that leads to more.
genre: fluff
rating: E for everyone
warnings: none!
a/n: This is my submission for my “Prank Calls” Prompt from @btsholidaybingo!!
word count: 3.5k
Inside a sparse and dimply lit apartment, you resided, pacing the floor of your livingroom as you listened to yet another stupid caller. A frustrated sigh left you when you were finally able to hang up on the mysterious caller for the ninth time this week, you almost always listened to their whole speel before hanging up either out of pity or from desperately craving some social interaction with someone who isn’t in your inner circle A squeaky laugh ringing in your ears as you mulled over the latest call and tried to focus on anything other than it (ideally, you’d be focusing on your homework). There were so many questions about whoever this prank caller was though. You felt so stumped and didn’t know where to look or what to do. Carefully, you set your phone down on the coffee table before sitting back at your couch where you were supposed to be working on homework.
How had they gotten your phone number?
It wasn't public information. There shouldn't be a way for random strangers just to get your phone number. Someone asking if your fridge was running is not a spam call.
Why did someone have so much fun with pranking you that they have done it nine times?
Who the hell was it?
Why haven't you blocked them yet?
Well... that last one you have an answer for... You just can't bring yourself to. Despite the annoying prank calls and horrible jokes, they were some of the few stranger interactions you'd had in a while... Plus the person had such an attractive voice.
Squeaky laugh and all.
Maybe... if you had the nerves to do more than an instinctual eye roll and hang up you’d have the answers to all of your questions. You could try to strike up a conversation and learn about this random caller… maybe even make a new friend.
You were shy though. Even if you wanted to do more, you didn’t have it in you normally to do that. It’d have to be a rare event to make you be able to actually strike up a conversation with a stranger.
With a deep sigh, you turn back to the tv and pressed play on the random episode of some random show that you were watching as you slowly did some work. You'd be spending the night with Minji and Sunha tomorrow and although you loved them, they took a ton of energy from you… and you had so much homework that absolutely had to be done at some point. You tiredly picked at the secondhand couch before you readjusted the volume to be louder. One of your next door neighbors was causing a ruckus and although you didn’t mind when occasionally interrupted your show, you didn’t want to hear what they were saying… it would be too much of a distractant from the bits of homework you were doing. If you had the energy to interact with people this evening, then maybe you’d have asked them to be quieter or even saw if it was some sort of hall event that you could join in. You didn’t have the energy though and you surely didn’t have any energy to try to insulate your apartment more. For the most part your neighbors were decent at being respectful. It was a perk of living off campus.
Somehow, you managed to do a whole hour more of light homework before another prank call interuppted you (this time with a dumb joke before they hung up) and you figured that even though it was still early (a whopping 2:30 at night!), it would be best to call it an early night.
The next day, you woke up groggily, did some homework, and attended your classes as normal. Well.. it was mostly normal. You went to campus a little earlier than you tend to because you wanted to try one of its cafe’s latest drink that Sunha was gushing about last week. Apparently it was the next best thing since PSL and that even if you weren’t a PSL fan, you had to try it… it wasn’t that good in your opinion but you were also very picky about your coffee and didn’t care for dessert drinks much.
At the end of your school day, you also walked across campus to Minju and Sunha’s shared dorm instead of taking the bus home and enjoying a relaxing night full of doing some more homework and watching a random show. The dorm building and surrounding space was crowded with people having fun and relaxing all around you. At one point, you even had to quickly jump out of the way of a volleyball that someone hit wrong and sent flying. It was an odd sight for you since you didn’t venture to this side of campus often and it showed. You inexpertly maneuvered around people, occasionally staring at the odd sight for a little too long as you struggled to make it to your friend’s dorm. Somehow, you managed to make it to the dorm without bumping into anyone. Cold air blasted you as you entered the lobby space and checked in, no one batting an eye at the visitor. The lobby was grand (for a college), a fancy kitchen that was often shown off for tours (and was chronically dirty) and a large, unlit fireplace greeted you as you looked around. Large group seating areas with worn-in and stained chairs littered the floor, people pulling them every which direction to fit their needs. The best part of the lobby was the two large flat screen tvs that hung over the fireplaces. Some people were sitting and talking in the chairs but most had pulled them around the tvs to watch some movie or show.
Despite your curiosity about what was playing, you simply moved to one of the stools in the kitchen area and sat down. Sunha was coming down to let you up and you wouldn’t figure the show out by the time she arrived anyways.
Sure enough, Sunha came down and before the show’s next scene, you two were walking up three flights of stairs to get to their dorm. A night of movies, food, and gossiping awaiting you. It was a comfortable and fun time and occasionally one of Minju’s other friends would join but tonight you were guaranteed that it was only you three, something you were grateful for..
“You have missed sooo much drama, Y/n-ah. I literally. It is crazy. You know that Kim Seokjin moved out after him and Pak Sooji broke up… well you wouldn’t believe it but since then, she’s had like five different guys over! I am starting to think that the rumors of her cheating are ture.” Sunha started as soon as the door to their dorm was closed, a bag of popcorn and a glass of wine finding its way into your hands as they kept talking, filling you in on everything that you missed.
You weren’t really one for drama but, especially when meeting with Sunha and Minju (after not being able to for a whole month), you humor it some.
“Oh I doubt that! I think they just grew apart.”
“Minju! Growing apart doesn’t include loud fighting as well! My friend, Jisoo, lives next to Pak Sooji. She said there was tons of screaming and yelling the night that Kim Seokjin moved out. She almost called the police apparently.”
“She’s over dramatic. They didn’t have that bad of a fight. I was in the dorm. The walls are thin. There is no way others wouldn’t have known what the fight was about if that was the case.”
You simply nodded along as Minju and Sunha bickered over what possibly happened, content to watch and listen and learn about everything that you apparently missed. You lived off campus and didn’t keep up with the social interactions of everyone on campus anymore. Just those who you enjoyed spending time with. Sunha and Minju quickly went off topic, instead talking about how one of their professors is having a kid and his students were planning a surprise party for him. It was cute and by the end of the night, the three of you had planned the whole party out to a T (even though you hadn’t had a class with that professor in a long while, they were a campus favorite).
It was almost midnight when the first of multiple calls from your prank caller started.
“Hello. We have your pregnancy test results.” They started, a laugh distantly heard in the background.
You rolled your eyes and put the phone on speaker, signaling for Minju and Sunha to listen (they’d heard a little about your prank caller but hadn’t heard any of what they’ve said before), “Yeah? Am I pregnant?”
The prank caller coughed and you heard more laughing, “Yeah. With… with a foodbaby.”
“Oh? Makes sense.” You said lamely, your drunk mind too slow to think of anything but not wanting to hang up.
You heard laughing from Minju and Sunha as well as some on the prank callers end.
“Why do you keep calling me?”
“What? I-I… This is the first time I’ve called, ma’am. I work at the pregnancy clinic… in the… the place where doctors work… the…”
“Doctors office?” Someone near him supplied and Minju laughed again as someone in the background of the call started coughing.
“Yeah! I work at the doctors office.”
“Sure.” You sighed and hung up before rolling over and looking up at your friends.
They broke out laughing immediately, Minju bending over as she laughed so hard, her bed squeaking as she heaved. Laugher struck you as well, your eyes closing with tears as you kept laughing. It was contagious and you soon felt like you couldn’t stop. It was almost too much. You did stop though.
When the number called again.
“Hello. I am Pippinpaddlelopsin.” The prank caller said in an obnoxious accent, “I would like to order a taco.”
“Yeah. We don’t have tacos here sadly.” You started, fuzzy mind trying to think of something to say as you smacked your lips together and looked around the room, “Just… just bolts.”
The person on the other end snorted, “Yeah? How many can I buy then?”
“Uhhh… Just one. Actually… someone just bought it.” You smacked your lips together as you kept talking, eyeing Minju as she barely held her laughter in.
“Shame. Can I get your number instead then?”
“What?”
“Your number… can I get it.”
“No.”
Their laughter this time was more like screeches when you hung up and Minju almost fell off her bed as she cackled. This time though, you weren’t laughing. You were simply staring at your phone before adding the prank caller to your contacts as “Pippinpaddlelopsin”.
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If what Minju and Sunha told you was true, you talked to the prank caller and their friends two more times that night. You just so happen to have a very hazy memory of all of it and only know that at one point you asked them for a taco which they didn’t have. There was also a moment after you chugged a glass of water where you called them, said nothing, and promptly hung up.
Sober you wasn’t laughing though. Instead you were grimacing as a number labeled “Pippinpaddlelopsin” texts you the Monday after the large amount of mutual prank calling that happened the night before.
What you didn’t expect was to actually enjoy the texts he sent you. At first, they were more random things, like asking if you wanted a taco at 2am (you said no), but about a month into the random texts, they started to get more personal with “How was your day”s (and actual conversations).
Pippin had apparently learned your name during your mutual prank calling (courtesy of Minju yelling it) yet he still hadn’t given you his name. You did know for a fact now that he was one of your neighbors because he admitted to getting your phone number from the communal bulletin board during one late night conversation. Every once in a while, you’d try to guess who he was and even scared your sweet neighbor down the hall when you momentarily thought that Pippin was him, but he still hadn’t told you who he was. Of course, as he kept telling you that your guesses were wrong, you kept getting closer to finding out who he actually was and you were determined to find out who he was. Minju was adamant that Pippin was your new neighbor Kim Seokjin. Sunha was putting her money on the teen who lived in 304 (who she claims has a large crush on you). You honestly didn’t know who Pippin could possibly be and found thoughts of who he could possibly be taking up your time almost as much as actual conversations with him..
“I am just saying. Call him and invite him over! We can have a girls and Pippin night!” Sunha said for the umpteenth time that night.
They had come over earlier after they’d finished classes and wanted to relax in a larger space than their tiny dorm (which you felt like would feel much later if they just cleaned it up some). It was all fine and dandy until they both started theorizing about who Pippin was and if you and him would ever end up dating (which while you kind of had developed a tiny tiny crush on the anonymous texter, you firmly stated that it would never happen). It was getting annoying. You loved your friends very dearly, but their constant theories didn’t help you and your desire to know who Pippin was.
“No! Pippin is a neighbor! He is probably busy. Besides, our night is for us. Not some boy to crash and sweep Y/n off her feet.”
“I am right here, you know!” You chimed in, rolling your eyes before going back to playing online games on your phone.
“Wait… what are you doing on your phone?”
“Playing games. What else would I be doing?”
“I don’t know! Texting the love of your life maybe?”
“Ok that is extreme.” You laughed anxiously, “Pippin isn’t the love of my life. I barely have a crush on him.”
“So you admit that you have a crush on him!”
“Oh fuck this! Give me your goddamn phone.” Minju sighed anxiously before snatching your phone from your hands and doing something on it.
“What are you doing?”
“Omo!” Sunha exclaimed as she read over Minju’s shoulder, “Omo!”
“What? What are they doing? Sunha!”
Your pleas fell to def ears as the two of them did something to your phone (the longer they had it, the more you started to suspect that they were texting Pippin) and it wasn’t until five minutes later when you finally yelled at them that they gave it back, all the while they were looking like sad puppies.
Even as you scolded them for using your phone without permission, you felt no remorse. They should know better than that and now you had a long apology to send to Pippin as well. Sunha and Minju left shortly after that. You were too upset at them to let them stay and they understood that you needed space. Eventually, you would meet up and talk it over and move on, but for now, you wanted to be angry and you wanted them to think about how rude and invasive what they just did was.
You didn’t check your phone the rest of that night, even the dings of your phone mounted as Pippin messaged you. It was all too much. After almost three hours of trying to calm down, you found yourself in the kitchen, nursing a cup of calming camomile tea and trying to think over the worst case scenarios. Pippin could stop messaging you entirely because of the major breach of privacy that just…
You sighed.
He knew some of your secrets. He could blab about them to whoever listened… but did you really think that Pippin was that kind of person?
A knock at the door stopped you in the middle of more calming breaths. Slowly, you walked over and looked through the peephole, confused as to who would be at your door late at night. It was Kim Seokjin. Your new neighbor who you rarely saw.
Why would he be at your door?
Slowly you opened your door, a confused look on your face and the more you opened the door, the more the confusion grew. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat on his face, and a small potted plant in his arms.
“H-Hello?” You started unsure as to why he was here, “How can I help you?”
“God, Y/n. You confess through text and then don’t respond when I say who I am and that I like you back and when I come to see you all you have to say is that? You’re so fucking adorable.” Seokjin said, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you into a hug.
What?
You confessed through text?
He likes you?
You’d never talked to him though… unless…
He was Pippin?
And did Minju and Sunha confess to Pippin for you?
“Y-your Pippin?”
“Yes, and I want to ask… Will you go on a date with me, Y/n-ssi?”
What?
You took a step back, your mind running at 100 steps a minute before you quickly turned around and ran to your phone. There were probably a hundred unread messages from Pippin… from Seokjin.
How.
You’d been talking to Seokjin this entire time?
What.
In shock you looked back at your door but Seokjin had followed you inside and was looking at you with a concerned expression. You looked between Seokjin and your phone repeatedly, your brain seeming to process the situation slower than molasses. The slowly changing look on Seokjin’s face wasn’t helping either.
“Y-You’re Pippin?”
“I am. I said that in text an hour ago… are you ok, Y/n-ssi?”
Do you tell him that your friends confessed for you?
Shit.
After the breakup he went through recently?
“I… I was so scared after I sent that… the confession that… I… I haven’t checked my phone since. I… I was so sure that you’d shut me down and I… I wanted to prepare myself for that.” You lied, hoping it was believable.
For a second, Seokjin looked more confused than you felt before he nodded, “Well, I’m not turning your confession down. I think I like you romantically too. I want to try.”
You nodded slowly as blush sprung across your face, “That would be nice.”
“Yeah. It would be.”
“So…” Seokjin started before he extended the potted plant for you to grab, his ears a bright red, “Would you want to go on a date with me now? I know it’s late but I’d love to… if you want that is.”
Blush rose on your cheeks more as you accepted his plant, “I-I would love to… Just give me a minute to get ready? You caught me off guard.”
“Of course. Take all the time you need.” Seokjin opened and closed his mouth before he continued, “Is it ok if I wait here or would you rather I wait in my apartment and we can meet when you’re ready?”
“You can wait here. I will be finished soon.” You said before running off to put the plant somewhere and grab a bag to hold your wallet.
In less than five minutes, you were ready and with butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you left with Seokjin on your first date. It was amazing. The next day, you messaged Sunha and Minju and had a conversation about what they did wrong, what they could do better in the future (just not steal someone’s phone and all), and how amazing your date was.
On your third date, you confessed about what actually happened that led to him confessing. He blushed and the two of you had a good laugh (he also seemed glad that you gave your friends a stern talking to after). By the fifth date, you were fairly positive you were madly in love with Seokjin and by the time you two had your sixth date, you found yourself regularly hanging out with him outside of dates. From studying together to getting together with his friends and yours and doing stuff as a large group, you found yourself falling more and more. During your graduation party, Seokjin and you managed to sneak off to your bedroom for some quiet and in each other's arms, you shared “I love you”s. By the time Seokjin graduated undergrad as well and you were well in your grad school, you’d managed to find a nice spacious apartment to share.
Everything was falling into place.
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“One cappuccino and chocolate brownie, please” - Chapter 2
Summary: Darcie Angel is thirty years old and owner of the famous cafe “The Coffee Cup” in New York City. She is known for her sweet smile and her amazing customer service. For six months now, John Wick has visited her cafe every day, earning himself a table that is always reserved for him. Darcie can’t stop thinking about him and when he asks her out one day, her dreams are finally coming true. But will it last?
John Wick x OFC Darcie
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: None
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The next day, I’m working in the kitchen, since we’re a little short on staff, since one of the employees had a family emergency. Raye, my other best friend—who is a disaster in the kitchen, yet a miracle with an espresso machine—walks into the kitchen. Her short blonde hairs dance around her face, her arms crossed in front of her chest, all while she has a mischievous grin on her face.
‘Oh my God, what did you do now?’ Jennie asks, looking up from the dishwasher.
‘Well, mister tall, dark and handsome just arrived and he looked really disappointed that a certain Darcie Angel wasn’t behind the register and there was no little puppy Tiki to greet him.’ She leans against the doorframe. ‘You should come out and make him his usual order. One cappuccino and a chocolate brownie. God, he should record audiobooks. I don’t care what he would read, but I’d be turned on.’
‘Enough,’ I interrupt her. I place down the dough and ask: ‘Wouldn’t that be obvious though?’
‘Goodness gracious,’ Raye says, rolling her eyes. ‘He wants you and you want him, that’s what’s obvious here. Please, just go out there, make him your cappuccino and the brownie and say something about how delicious he looks today.’
‘Well, I’m not doing that last part,’ I say ‘but I’ll go out, fine.’ I take off the apron and wash my hands, before I look in the mirror to check my appearance.
‘You look hot, don’t worry,’ Raye says. ‘Now go. If another customer comes in, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, you know that.’
‘You always do.’ I walk past her and hear Tiki walking behind me. From the corners of my eyes, I see John sitting at his regular table and he notices me coming out of the kitchen, but I’m too nervous to wave at him or to even look at him.
After I made a rosetta as latte art, I grab the chocolate brownie and I keep thinking about what I can give him today. I grab one pink macaron and a heart shaped chocolate, with praline filling inside of it. I place it on the tray, write on the small note: to John with a heart and before I can regret that, I walk up to his table, Tiki already running in front of me. She jumps on his lap and licks his face.
‘Hi, pretty girl,’ he says to her, scratching her behind her ears. He holds up a doggy snack and she opens her tiny mouth. He feeds her the snack and laughs.
‘There you go,’ I say placing it in front of him.
‘Darcie,’ he says with a smile, his dark eyes lighting up. ‘You’re working today, I see.’
I nod. ‘Just helping out in the kitchen,’ I say. ‘We’re a little short staffed.’
‘Sucks to hear.’
I hear customers come in, but like Raye promised, she is behind the register to help them out. She winks at me, giving me a little bit of encouragement.
‘You gave me another macaron and some chocolate.’
‘Everything for my favorite customer,’ I say with a smile. ‘And maybe if I give you tiny teasers of every other lovely thing we have around here, you might decide to branch out one day.’
‘That’s really sweet.’
‘Well,’ I say shrugging my shoulders, not knowing how to take his compliment. ‘Enjoy it, John.’
I want to walk away, but I’m stopped when he says: ‘Wait, I have something for you.’
‘Really?’ I ask. ‘For me?’
John nods. ‘Yeah, I thought you might like it. If you don’t, just say so, I don’t mind.’
I take a seat in front of him at the oval table and he gives me a neatly wrapped present. I carefully open the gift, hoping not to tear the wrapping paper, that on its own I love. I see the back of a picture frame and when I turn it around, my eyes nearly roll out of their sockets. ‘Oh my God,’ I say, looking at the vintage poster that is surround by a white picture frame. A basket is filled with very, almost unnatural pink peaches and roses all round it. The grass is bright green and the sky has an orange glow on it.
It fits the aesthetic perfectly of our cafe. ‘This is beautiful, John,’ I say looking up from the poster. ‘Where did you get this?’
‘Flea market.’
‘You go to flea markets?’ I ask. ‘Never pecked you for a guy who strolls through flea markets.’
‘Sometimes, yes,’ he smiles. ‘I usually look for old books, but when I saw this picture, I instantly thought of your cafe. Figured that it would fit.’ He blushes a bit. ‘So… You like it?’
‘Like it? I love it. This fits here perfectly and we have been searching all over internet for poster to hang up. We have like two in the back, but we never hung them up, because it would look ridiculous if we only had those two, but now that we have three, I think we can place them right over there.’ I point to the left side of the cafe, where tiny lights shine on the off white wall. ‘Don’t you think?’
‘I do,’ he says with a smile, after he looks over his shoulder to check out the wall I’m pointing at.
‘Wish I could hang them up right now, but using a drill while people are eating, wouldn’t be so good for our reputation, I suppose.’ I chuckle. ‘So, probably have wait until tonight.’
‘I can help out, if you want,’ he says. ‘I think I can reach it a bit easier than you can.’
‘Are you indirectly insulting me, John?’
He shakes his head. ‘No, Darcie, I would never.’ He feeds Tiki another doggy snack. ‘Only if you want of course.’
‘Well, if it’s not too much trouble. I don’t even know if we have the right equipment, anyways.’
‘I’ll bring something with me from home,’ he says. ‘Really, I would love to help you.’
My cheeks burn. I can’t believe he is offering this and that he would love to help. ‘Well,’ I say. ‘We close at seven and I don’t think it’s too late to start drilling the walls then, do you?’
‘Don’t think so. I’ll be here at seven.’ John smiles, causing me to copy him.
‘I have to get working,’ I say. ‘Really, John, thanks for this poster and thank you for helping me tonight.’
‘Not a problem.’
I lean over the table, to scratch Tiki’s head. ‘Be good to our favorite customer, okay, Tiki?’
She licks my hand in response and I tell John to enjoy his cappuccino and chocolate brownie. I walk to the kitchen, with the wrapping paper and poster in my hand. ‘Oh my God,’ I say to Jennie and Raye, who is still here, while Ellie is helping out the customers. ‘Look what he gave me. For the cafe!’
‘Oh, mister tall, dark and handsome has good taste,’ Raye remarks, while looking at the poster.
‘And tonight he is coming back to hang this one up and the other two.’
Jennie gulps. ‘He is coming back tonight?’ she repeats. ‘Though this is such a bizarre way of flirting, I’m actually digging it. This is insanely cute.’ She looks over Raye’s shoulder at the poster and asks: ‘Where did he buy this?’
‘Flea market. He goes there to buy old books.’
‘But then he saw this and thought: let me buy this for Darcie who works in the cafe that I almost live in?’ Raye snorts and looks at Jennie. ‘He is so into her.’
‘Raye’s right,’ Jennie says. ‘So, I figure you close tonight?’
‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘think that’s for the best.’
⟢⟡⟣
Raye, Jennie and I are best friends since high school. We’ve been through it all. Jennie’s first heartbreak, my college breakdowns, Raye’s STD (that was quite the experience). We were there when Jennie’s parents died in a car accident. We were there when Raye lived in her car after she lost her job and she didn’t tell us. They were there when I broke up with my ex-boyfriend, after finding out that he was cheating on me and hid a kid from me, the entire five years we were dating.
So, two minutes before we officially close, they have already cleaned their respective workplaces for the day. ‘Well,’ Raye says, while she stands in front of me, ‘be gorgeous, be funny and please, ask him out on a date if he doesn’t ask you.’ She places her hands on my shoulders and says: ‘You can do it.’
Jennie gives me a tight hug, wishing me luck with whatever is going to happen and the two of them walk out of the cafe, smiles nearly too big for their faces and when they close the door, it’s just me and Tiki.
I pick her up and say: ‘Your favorite customers is coming over in just a couple of minutes. So, be a good girl and be just as sweet as you always are.’ I press kisses on her head, resulting in her licking my face. I giggle, holding her up. ‘Such a cute girl.’
Tiki is about a year old. I got her right after my break up with Eric. I had to move my stuff out of his apartment, so I could move into the apartment my parents bought for me, which was almost a celebratory gift, since they really hated Eric. But the apartment was empty and it scared me a little bit to be alone all the time.
Though Tiki isn’t that dangerous looking, she is a nice companion.
With Tiki resting on my arm, I walk to the door, to turn around the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. When I’m about to turn around, I see John with a toolbox in his hands. He is not wearing a jacket—it’s too hot for that anyways—and I open the door for him.
‘There is my favorite customer,’ I chuckle. ‘Come on in, John.’
‘Thank you, Darcie.’
I close the door behind him and Tiki becomes wild in my arms, desperate to greet John. I put her on the ground and she sprints towards him. Since he was already counting on that, he catches her easily and lets her lick his face. ‘I missed you too, cutie pie,’ he laughs. ‘Yes, I brought snacks for you. Let’s ask your mommy if it’s okay if I give you a snack.’
My heart nearly stops beating after hearing him referring to me as ‘mommy’. I mean, I don’t want to be the type of girl who has a crush on a man and imagines a future wedding, house and kids, but I can’t help it. John is so insanely handsome, that thinking about a future with him, is just way too easy.
The suits he wears give a great glimpse of when he stands at the end of the aisle, waiting for me to arrive. How he is treating my dog is a nice vision of him living in the same house as me. And now he referred to me as ‘mommy’ and I know that when I’m going to sleep tonight, I will dream about us having kids, who hopefully have the same beautiful dark eyes as he has and have his same sweet giggle.
‘Just one snack,’ I say.
John gives Tiki a kiss on top of her head and after he put her down, he shows her a little chew stick. ‘Sit down,’ he tells her and she obeys. ‘Look like a doll.’ She lifts her front paws from the floor, tilting her head. He chuckles. ‘Good girl.’
‘I still can’t believe you managed to teach her “look like a doll” while I had trouble with “sit down”.’
John pats himself on his chest. ‘I think you lack patience.’
‘I don’t lack patience,’ I say to him. ‘She just needs to listen. I was told that these breeds were intelligent, but it took me days before she listened to her own name.’
He chuckles. ‘So, Darcie, tell me, have you thought about where you want the posters?’
‘As a matter of fact, I did.’ I hold up the three posters, the one that he gave me and the two old school posters. One of them shows to people on a date and the other one shows two little kids drinking a Coca Cola. I walk to the wall and stand on one of the stools. ‘This one,’ I say, standing on my tippy toes, ‘needs to be here.’
The two people on a date poster needs to be on the right side of the wall, mostly because there is a weird smudge that isn’t fungus, but also won’t go away and we really need to cover that up.
My calves start to shake, from standing on my toes for too long and John walks up to me. ‘I got it, Darcie,’ he says, holding out his hand. ‘Careful now, we don’t want you to fall flat on your face.’
I smile, hold his hand and step off the stool. ‘You remembered where I want it?’
‘Yes, I do.’ With his index finger, he taps on his temple, causing me to chuckle.
‘This one,’—the Coca Cola one—‘I want here, on the left side.’ I don’t need a stool to show him where I want that one. ‘And the beautiful poster you gave me, needs to be in the middle, so he can stand out. It’s by far the prettiest one.’
‘You think?’ he says with a smile on his face.
‘Mhm, I do.’ I turn to him. ‘You understand my taste exactly. Very impressive.’
‘I’ll start on the first poster,’ John says, walking back to his tool box, leaning over, giving me a very nice view of his bottom. It always surprised me how great his ass looked and left me with lots of dreams, leaving me all hot and bothered.
‘You want something to drink?’ I ask, hoping I take my mind off his ass. ‘I can make you some tea, or coffee, if you want. Water, some soda. I’ve got it all.’
‘Soda sounds good, Darcie.’ He stands up and smirks. ‘You’re blushing,’ he notes.
‘No, just a little warm,’I say quickly. ‘I’ll get you something to drink.’
I walk back to the register, while I crouch down to the small refrigerator, where the staff can get some different drinks than just coffee or tea. I think John would appreciate a coca cola and since I’m really in the mood for some sprite, I grab that glass bottle for myself. I open them and pour the drinks in glasses.
I watch as John sets up the drill and I bite my bottom lip. God, his arms are so toned. He looks delicious. I sigh deeply, taking a sip from the pink straw. ‘You sure you don’t need help?’ I ask.
‘No, I can manage.’
‘You sure? If you fall and break your neck, I lose a very frequent and paying customer.’
‘And here I was thinking I’m your favorite customer.’
‘Well,’ I say, ‘that too. Tiki, baby, come here. We don’t want John to step on you, darling.’
The light brown fluffy dog trots towards me and I lift her up, placing her on the counter. I take another sip of my sprite. John has all the things set up and he places the drill against the wall. ‘You still want those posters there?’
‘Yes, I do.’
The noise is really loud, so I cover my ears, but I see Tiki howling. When the drilling stops, she finishes her howl and then looks at me, before staring at John. ‘I’m sorry, cutie pie,’ he says to her in a high voice, ‘didn’t mean to scare you.’
He grabs a plug and pushes it in the wall. He looks like such an expert hanging up those posters, because within ten minutes, they all hang on the wall. ‘You like?’ John asks, plopping next to me on a chair, that face the wall.
‘I love it,’ I say. ‘I do feel like I need more decoration.’ I hand him his Cola that I set on the table and he nods as a thank you. ‘Thank you for doing this.’
‘No problem,’ he says. ‘I really like it here.’
‘Hence the reason you’re here every single day.’
‘Well, I feel the need to tell you the real reason I’m here every day.’ He looks sideways and says: ‘It’s because of your dog.’
‘And here I was, thinking you really liked my coffee.’
He bumps his knee against mine. ‘Just kidding, Darcie.’
With the way he is sitting, I feel so tiny. Tiki jumps on his lap and when he holds her with one hand, I feel my mind is racing to places it really shouldn’t go right now. ‘How old is Tiki anyways?’ he asks.
‘A little older than a year,’ I say. ‘I think I got her around the same time I got the cafe.’
‘So, I missed her birthday?’
‘You did,’ I say. ‘It was really rough on her, but after a long talk, I convinced her to forgive you.’
John fills the empty cafe with his laughter. ‘You’re crazy, Darcie. Tell me, did you always wanted to have a cafe?’
I shrug. ‘When I was in college, I started working at Starbucks and later on worked in a few smaller cafes. Though it was really nice and I learned a lot, I never felt like a place I really wanted to spend time. So when my boyfriend broke up with me, my parents bought me an apartment, I got myself a dog and I realized that I got a degree in International Business, so I should start a business. I’m really lucky my parents helped me financially, because without them I don’t know if I would’ve made it this far.’
‘Well,’ John says, ‘you made this place feel like a home to lots of people.’
That’s such an endearing compliment.
‘And your ex-boyfriend is a loser,’ he adds.
I chuckle, bringing my hand to my mouth. ‘He was. My parents hated him and somehow let me date him for five years.’
‘Why did they hate him?’
‘He cheated on me,’ I say, ‘basically from the start of our relationship, all the way to the end and he somehow got a kid out of one of those side things he had. He has now “changed” his life and according to his FaceBook he is now a doting father.’
John scoffs, before taking a sip of his Cola. ‘What a fucking idiot,’ he says.
‘Well, I’m better off without him anyways. He was a pain in the ass. I think him breaking up with me was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, no, my parents helping me buying this place, getting a loan, the boring stuff that happens when you start a business. That was the best thing that ever happened to me.’
‘And getting Tiki,’ John says.
‘Of course.’
We both don’t say anything, just sipping our drinks and stare at the wall. ‘I should clean up,’ I say, when the glass is empty.
‘You need to do a lot?’ he asks.
‘Just vacuuming that part and closing the kitchen.’
‘If you give me a vacuum, I’ll clean up there. You close off the kitchen.’
‘Are you sure? I mean, you are a customer after all.’
‘I don’t mind,’ he says. ‘Is Tiki afraid of vacuums or…?’
‘If you hold her while vacuuming, she don’t mind.’
I roll the vacuum to him and he plugs it in. I quickly clean up the kitchen, going over the spots that Jennie forgot and make sure that everything is all ready for tomorrow. I close off behind me, making sure everything is locked and I hear that John is done.
Before I actually get out of the kitchen, I stop. ‘You are such a cutie,’ I hear him cooing to Tiki. I hide a bit better and hope to hear some more. ‘But that’s obvious when you have an owner like Darcie.’ His voice is deep and low, but I do hear him. I hear him kiss Tiki, but then the talking has stopped, unfortunately.
‘I’m done,’ I say, flicking out the light in the kitchen. ‘You already…’ I try to spot the vacuum, but John has already stowed the vacuum away.
‘I did,’ he says. He picks up Tiki as he stands up and presses more kisses on her head.
‘I can’t believe my tiny labradoodle has a man like you totally whipped for her.’
‘It’s impossible to resist this face,’ John admits, walking over to me. ‘You’re done for today?’
I nod. ‘Just have to take Tiki out for a walk.’
‘You live around here?’
I shake my head. ‘No, I’m thinking about getting a cab. Usually I take the bus, but I’m pretty tired.’
‘I can drive you,’ he says. ‘We could first take Tiki out for a walk and then I drive you home.’
‘I feel like I’ve been taking up a lot of your time. I bet you have something better to do.’
‘I don’t,’ he says. ‘Besides, I suggested it. You’re not taking up my time, I’m enjoying my time with you.’
My palms grow sweaty. He is enjoying his time with me. Apparently I’m pretty entertaining. That causes me to smile. ‘Well, if you insist.’
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Travel Time <2>
Gallavich
Waken up.
Opened eyes, rubbed face, sat up.
Strange but familiar ceiling. Strange but familiar smell. Strange but familiar…everthing. All blurred in darkness.
The figure of time was sparked on the electronic watch. 6:30 in the morning. reached out arms to the side…got NOTHING.
WHERE THE FUCK IS IAN?
Early morning, empty bed, missing husband.
This kind of situation could really remind one of something really REALLY bad. Like Ian didn't take his medicine, like he fell ill again, like he went out in the middle of the night to run laps and then videoed the sunrise...
Mickey tried to get some of his clothes. The sleeping vest stretched tight over his chest. Did it shrink in the last wash?
Doesn't matter.
He didn't got anything. Those clothes were not where they should be, and the bed were not the right size. But he felt something like a curtain, so he yanked it open --
Morning lights illuminated the room.
FUCK.
Now, he could see his surroundings clearly. He's at Milkovich's house. In the bed that had once belonged to him. The walls were covered in familiar grabby posters.
What the hell? Did Terry kidnap him or something? That's not what a Milkovich would do. Terry would never "kidnap" his son if he got the chance getting near to unconscious Mickey. That's too sweet. Terry'll definitely prefer just took a gun and shoot his son and also his son's legal faggot husband in head.
Mickey cautiously stepped out of bed, tried to be as quiet as possible. He opened the bottom drawer of his bedside closet, shoved aside those magazines and, not surprisingly, found his pistol lying there.
He tucked the gun into his belt and found a coat. Everything was all weirdly shrunken. Luckily, he was always a fan of buying oversized coats. The coat fitted.
He pushed the door open and went out. Terry's snoring was just too annoying. For a while, Mickey just wanted to walk into Terry's bedroom and shoot him died. But he resisted the impulse. He wouldn't go to prison again.
Then another voice caught him. A girl in the other bedroom was screaming and crying in a low voice, like she had had a bad dream. Is that Sandy? Did Sandy run back to Milkovich's house, too?
Mickey didn't think twice. He shouldn't go into a girl's bedroom. But God, he wanted to know what was going on. Besides, he's gay anyway.
He opened the door of the bedroom quietly. Yet the girl was still awakened by him. Crying desperately, she throwed a pillow to him and turn on the light.
Mickey caught the pillow, shocked.
That's not Sandy. That was Mandy.
That was a little Mandy. A Mandy, who was, a little younger than Carl.
His brain shut down.
Mandy stopped crying. She recognized Mickey's face, then calm down, complained loudly:“Fuck you Mickey Milkovich! You can't come into my room like this! I thought it was Terry…You scared the hell out of me.”
Mickey nodded stiffly. What is happening now? Did he just TRAVELED through the TIME or what? What the fuck!
Mandy stared ar him uncertainly:“Why you looks so different? I mean, cleaner? You just took a bath or what? Are you getting… taller? What the fuck? You are Mickey, right?”
This figure looked just like her brother, but cleaner and kinder and taller and stronger and clamer and nicer. Some updated version Mickey. Also, MAYBE a little tiny bit older? Mandy was not sure about that part.
"Right…Um…What year is it now?"Mickey asked, ignored all the other questions.
"……2007, I guess?" Mandy answered suspiciously, "Are you doing something now?"
"Like what, meth? No."
But riddle? YES.
It seemed like that he had just traveled back 10s years back.
Mandy shook her head with disappointing, and declared:"Then get the fuck out of my bedroom, YOU PERVE."
Updated version Mickey was still Mickey. And any creature named Mickey should not exist in her bedroom. Not even that Disney's fucking mouse. Just NO.
She throw another pillow to her brother and throw herself back into the bed.
Mickey caught that pillow, didn't fight back. He couldn't fight back at someone that could nealy be his child. FUCK. Mandy was in the age that could almost be his child! Holly fucking shit!
He left the room quietly. Then the house. Finally he ended up wandering on the street with no purpose. The sun was rising up, light up the trees and houses piece by piece. Darkness was fading away, pure blue sparkling on the edge of the sky. It's astonishingly beautiful but he just wanna check how's Ian.
He walked though the street and made his way to the Gallagher house, wondering how should he explain all this shit. When he arrived it's almost 8'o clock. Ian was, at the moment Mickey got there, getting out of that house.
He was so…young.
Mickey stared at the red-head boy with feelings that can hardly be explained. Ian saw him, and looked at him with some kind of hesitation, but finally decided to say hello.
"Hi, Mickey." He said, with a VERY young voice,"You um, took a bath huh?"
What the hell. Mandy also said THAT to him first. Was he really that dirty in the back of days?
"Maybe." Mickey said subconsciously.
"It make you looks…different."
"In a good way?"
Ian shrug his shouder,"Can't decide. I like what you were and also what you are."
Then he realized immediately that Mickey didn't like expressing about emotions. This kind of confessions always bring fights. He wanna both take that back as well say something more.
But Mickey didn't even notice it. That level of whispers of love were pretty common in their marriage life. He already got used.
Ian squeezed himself into Mickey's right arm, carefully. Preparing to get punched. However Mickey was thinking something else. It's 2007 now, so he just got out of juve, and was working at the store. Didn't married to Lana, Didn't have Yev. Good old days.
Also, most important, Ian's bipolar had not attacked him yet.
But he couldn't drive that ill out of Ian even if he had just traveled through time. It hadn't happened, but WIll happen one day.
Mickey's heart squeezed.
"So, what were you doing infront of my house?"Ian asked innocently. Didn't know a thing about the future. Lucky dog.
Before Mickey answered that question, Ian already guessed optimistically:"You wanna bang?"
Mickey had never went to his house like that before. They usually using their phone for contacts. Sometimes Ian would go visit Mandy and secretly fucking Mickey in Milkovich house, or doing that at the store. But Mickey had never came to the Gallagher house for sex on his own accord.
"……I don't know."Mickey didn't have any exact answer,"What do you want? Bang or date? I'm fine with both of them."
Isn't that some kind of cheating? Some part in his heart asked uncertainly.
No. This is Ian. Not any other's dick. And he's married to Ian, so NO.
Maybe yes, but NO.
Ian stopped so quickly that he almost fell down. Mick grabbed him and held him till he get his balance back.
"De-Da-DATE??!"The poor boy stammered.
"Or fuck."
"NO!!! How-Why-What…You wanna DATE me?"Ian was still shocked.
"Why not?"
Why not not? Ian wanna figured that out. How could anyone be like completely rejecting any kind of intimate contacts (except for fuck) at the last night and pop up saying "I can date you" next morning? LITERALLY, HOW COULD THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?
But he did not ask A WORD. The boy just smile with hidden nervous and said:"I want a date."
He waited for Mickey's answer anxiously.
Mickey just nodded without any thinking:"Sure. Whatever. Where do you wanna go?"
"I-I don't know? The park? Maybe? If you like that? O-or some restaruants? Or pub?"
"Hey, you don't have to be nervous."Mickey laughed in puzzlement,"Not like I'm gonna run away from you or what. Calm down."
Ian took a deep breath and let go slowly.
"Ok. So, umm, let's go to the park."
They went to the park where Lip and Kev sold Mariguana in it. Mickey brought some cigarettes ("Holly shit why are you so clean who the hell are you you are definitely not Mickey"said Kev, always so annoying), shared one with Ian.
They sit on one of those benches, cling to each other, smoking while watching those kids run around. Calm quietness fullfilled the warm air between them. Lights was quivering on their cheeks. Ian basically just stared at Mickey's side face, without any thoughts but that he has a marvellous…not boyfriend, not friend, so just Mickey. He has a marvellous Mickey.
"I'm from 2020."Marvellous Mickey said peacefully, with his face submerged in smoke,"And we were…or will, get married then."
Ian got choked up by the cigarette's smoke. He murmured:"…WHAT?"
WHAT?
"Yeah. I'm confusing too."
"Is that some kind of JOKES?"
"No. Didn't you recognized I got older and stronger?"
Actually NO.
He did not give it a thought! And after Mickey revealed the truth Ian begin to think himself as some kind of idiot. How could he not even notice any of those differences?
He was just blaming all the differences of Mickey on "results of bath"…Slightly older? Bath. Stronger? Bath. A little taller? Bath.
"How did that happen?"
"The time travel part or the marriage part?"
"I-I don't know? Both?"
"I don't know anything about the time travel part too."Mickey told the turth without guilty,"And I don't know how to introduce you of our marriage. So why don't you just ask whatever you want?"
Ian was quite. He maintained that status for about five minutes while Mickey just keep smoking his cigarette. And finally, the poor boy opened his mouth and let the question run out of his throat…
"Are we HAPPILY married?"
"Yep."
"Are you happy?"
"Yes."
"Am I happy?"
"…I don't know. Maybe?"
"I guess I am…HOLLY FUCK I'M MARRIED WITH YOU."Ian murmured,"So you're not afraid of kissing anymore……or we just don't do kisses?"
Mickey put out the cigarette. He laughed so hard that even tears a little bit. Ian looked at him with those bright green eyes, and Mickey stopped laugh suddendly.
He took the Ian's face in his hands and kissed the boy hard. Ian's eyes were wide opened. He couldn't close them, but just stare at Mickey's shivering eyelashes and realized that he was gonna cry for no reason.
It's so good. Till he realized that Mickey was DISAPPEARING. like some poor contacted TV. Ian grabbed his back with fear, so tight that even when the little Mickey suddenly replaced big Mickey, they were still cling to each other and, KISSING.
And the little Mickey, HIS Mickey, bitted his lip, however did NOT push him away.
They continued the kiss till they couldn't breath any more. Mickey kinda swayed precariously between punching Ian or forgiving him. There were tears in Ian's eyes so he finally decided to not hit his future husband.
"You're so emotional." Mickey muttered, slid the tiny orange bottle which was in his fist into his pocket," What's that tear for?"
Ian did not answer that. He hugged Mickey.
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Breath Control, Chapter Ten
an A Court of Mist and Fury College Swim Team AU
Feysand and Elriel
All characters belong to SJ Maas
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Author’s Note: Is it too early to apologize?
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TEN
~~~Feyre~~~
The world spun around me as I slammed back through the glass doors into the dark hallway of the club. I could have sworn I heard a voice shouting my name from far behind me but that was probably all the alcohol talking. I mean, I was going crazy right? Surely it hadn’t taken all of two days before my brand new boyfriend decided to cheat on me? I was just imagining that. Right?
I stumbled through the bathroom door and barely made it to a stall before I hurled up everything left in my stomach.
“Shit,” I spit out. Then--
“Shit,” I said again as I somehow managed to puke up even more alcohol. It was red--what had I been drinking that was red?
Fairly certain I was done emptying my stomach, I wiped my mouth, flushed, and emerged from the stall.
My eyes directed at my shoes, I bumped directly into Rhys’s hard chest.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I said quietly, pushing off his chest and stalking over to the sink. Well, I tried to stalk. The few steps from the stall to the sink seemed to take years, rather than a few seconds. Everything was spinning, ever so slightly.
“Feyre, you’ve got to let me explain.”
“No.”
“Feyre, please.”
I turned at his desperate tone of voice.
“Were you or were you not just kissing Amantha? I mean, Amarntha. You know who I mean!”
Alcohol, you are not my friend tonight.
“I was. But--”
“No buts! That’sss called cheating, Rhys, in case you didn’t know. So get out of my way. I’m going--”
I realized I had nowhere to go. I was staying with him, for crying out loud. I did have my car at his place... But I was drunk.
So I was stuck.
“I’m going somewhere and you better not follow me there! Wherever there even is!” I was shouting now, and Rhys looked like he wanted to keep talking, but I turned, stumbled, and burst back through the bathroom door into the quiet dark of the hallway. I ran as fast as I could without falling flat on my face and didn’t stop until I was in the center of the dance floor.
Bodies pressed against me tightly from every direction. Only two people grabbed my ass on the long journey to the middle of the group. I was pretty sure I was crying, the world spinning around me thanks to the alcohol and what I’d just seen, when I finally found Mor. One look at me and she stopped dancing.
“Feyre!” She shouted, gripping my wrists with her hands. “Are you okay?”
I shook my head. “I have to leave. Can you call me an Uber? I don’t have the app!”
Mor nodded, looking concerned. She pulled me outside of the club and we sat on the curb, leaning against each other as she fumbled around in her pockets until she found her phone. Ten minutes later, our collective drunken efforts resulted in a successful call for an Uber.
When it pulled up, I looked at Mor. “Wait, where are you sending me?”
She shook her head as though trying to clear it. “No, no. We’re going to my place! Where I hope to hear everything.”
At her mention of “everything,” I started to tear up again. Damn it. Sad drunks were the worst and now I was one of them. Mor merely tugged me off the curb and we collapsed into the back of the Uber together. Twenty minutes later, we were outside yet another massive estate on the edge of town.
“You Nights don’t mess around,” I mumbled.
“What?” Mor asked, giggling a little.
“Nothing, nothing. Can we just go inside?”
She nodded seriously and led me around to the back door.
“My father really doesn’t approve of my inclination to party, so I have to sneak in and out. Shhh,” she added before another fit of giggles hit her. That was Mor. Her upbeat mood could not be beaten, even while drunk and with a crying friend tagging along behind her. And I was full-on crying by now.
Mor carefully unlocked the back door. She led me into an enormous kitchen bathed in shadow. We made a brief stop so Mor could grab a huge bag of chips and a couple bottles of water. Except for a close call that involved a cat on the staircase, we made it upstairs unnoticed.
Mor’s room was the first door on the right on the second floor. She led me inside, flipped on the light, and proceeded to flop down onto her enormous bed in the center of the room. Her room was… like a fairytale. The four-poster bed, hung with gauzy white curtains, seemed to float freely in the center of the room on a white fluffy carpet. The pale blue walls were covered with pictures of her and her friends, band posters, Polaroids, and other various paraphernalia. A terribly cluttered white desk sat on one side of the room, and a white dresser on the other. In one corner there lay several enormous white bean-bag chairs covered in luxurious blue and gold pillows and blankets.
“Alright, Archeron,” Mor said, sprawled across her bed, her shoes kicked off and her mouth stuffed full of chips. “Please tell me why we just fled the club faster than Cinderella at midnight.”
I wasn’t sure why, but I chose to sit down on the floor in the center of her bedroom, halfway between the door and the bed. “I don’t even understand what just happened, Mor.”
“Well, tell me and I’ll help you puzzle through it. And maybe start with why we stranded Rhys at the club?”
I let out a groan and flopped onto my back. The ceiling was still spinning, but only a tiny bit now.
“Drink this,” Mor said and chucked a water bottle at me.
I jumped as the water bottle landed right next to my head. Then I sat up, chugged it down, and put my head between my knees.
“Mreesechertedonme.”
“What?” Mor said sharply.
I raised my head. “Rhys cheated on me.”
Mor sat straight up on her bed. “What,” she said again.
I sighed, then explained what I had seen and heard. The tears kept coming as I told her about Amarantha and Rhys admitting to me what he’d done.
Mor looked thunderstruck. Her water bottle, which had been halfway to her mouth when I’d broken the news, was slowly dripping water onto her shirt. “And he said he wanted to explain? I’m confused. Rhys would never do something like that. Ever. Especially not to you.”
“What do you mean, especially not to me?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not serious.”
“Serious about what?”
“Rhys has been in love with you from the moment you set foot on campus for your recruiting trip.”
“That’s a bunch of bullshit. I barely knew Rhys until like a month ago, when he saved me from the Halloween party.”
Mor shook her head slowly, her mouth hanging open. “No,” she began, eyes wide, “it’s not bullshit. I don’t know if you remember much about your recruiting trip. But Rhys and I were freshmen that year. You showed up to campus, your usual gorgeous self--” she winked at me “--and Rhys was a goner. He thought you were so pretty, and so cool, and you talked about books or something for like five seconds and then he thought you were so smart, too (which you are). And when the team decided to make the really dumb decision of drinking with the recruits that weekend, you turned down every offer for sex, drugs, whatever, that came your way from the upperclassmen guys, no matter how drunk you were. Not that he would have judged you if you had. But he could tell you knew what you wanted. It would have been easier, as a senior in high school on a recruiting trip, for you to do and say whatever the upperclassmen wanted in order to fit in. But you had those values, and you stuck to them. You surprised him.
“And then,” she added, laughing as I stared at her in disbelief, “you, drunk off your ass, got up on that table in the middle of the party, and announced to everyone that you were committing to swim at Prythian as soon as you sobered up enough to call the head coach. May I repeat--he was a goner.
“So,” she added somewhat awkwardly. “I hope he doesn’t hate me for telling you that shit. There’s a lot more behind it but I wanted to explain a little because you’re so obviously clueless!
“But none of that excuses him cheating on you, of course.”
Now it was my brain that was spinning instead of the ceiling. Rhys had been acting suspicious around me since the Halloween party--I had suspected his feelings even then, unwilling to admit it to myself. But I would never have guessed that he’d been interested for over two years… Why on earth had he cheated, then? Being drunk wasn’t an excuse. But it didn’t make sense that someone who was supposedly… in love… with someone else would go and cheat on them two days into their very new and fragile relationship.
I couldn’t puzzle this out right now. “Yeah. Um. I just want to go to sleep. Can you take me to Rhys’s in the morning so I can get my car and leave?”
Mor nodded sadly. “I wish things turned out differently,” she said. “But I do think you should talk to him.”
I shook my head. “Maybe. Where can I sleep?”
She patted the bed. “Right here. I’m about to pass out anyways.”
I merely stood up and shuffled over to the bed. I kicked off my shoes, tossed my rings and bracelets on the ground. The last thing I remember was how impeccably soft one of Mor’s pillows felt against my cheek as my tears dripped onto it.
~~~Elain~~~
***three days later***
I really did not want to do life for the next few weeks.
Okay, that might have been a slight over exaggeration. Really, I just didn’t want to do my classes and finals for the next few weeks. Christmas break was coming up, and the last thing I wanted to focus on during the holiday season were my exams. Nursing was hard--why had I decided to do this, again?
Of course, I did have one thing to look forward to now that I was back in Prythian.
Azriel.
We’d spent hours on the phone, texting, since the storm had stopped and Azriel had walked me to my car. He hadn’t kissed me. I’d wanted him to. And he seemed like he had wanted to. At least, that was what it seemed like.
I pulled my car into the parking lot, locked it, and started the trek to my eight hour long Monday morning nursing immersion ‘course’. I didn’t even want to think about all the ‘fun’ I’d be having until five pm tonight. But I only had to make it until five. Then I was meeting Azriel in the Student Union for dinner. His practice ended around five, so the timing was perfect. And I did like my degree, and job. It was just going to be very difficult to concentrate when I knew who I’d be seeing at the end of it.
Focus, Elain. Do your job.
Eight hours later, I shuffled out of the building, exhausted but satisfied after a hard day’s work. I barely made it to my car. I sat there for a moment, reclining the seat all the way back, and told myself I could close my eyes for just two minutes.
Twenty minutes later I jerked awake.
“Shit!”
I put the car into Drive and made it across campus to Student Union parking in what had to be record time. Still in my scrub top, I raced across the parking lot, body slamming my way through the front doors and directly into an extremely tall male standing just inside of them.
“Oof! I’m so sorry--Az?”
“Elain?”
“Uhhhh…” I suddenly became aware of what I must look like. I was wearing scrubs, my hair hadn’t been touched since that morning, and forget about makeup. Not to mention the crazed look that was probably in my eyes after my accidental nap and subsequent frantic race across campus. “Hey!” I gave him a hug.
His arms wrapped around me and as if by magic my body relaxed. Shoulders falling, I sank into Azriel’s strong chest, my head barely coming up to his shoulders. I breathed out. “This is nice.”
“It is,” he agreed.
“But I’m starving.”
He chuckled as I broke away from him and made a beeline for the line to the fast-food place that served the best chicken in the whole world. At least, it was the best chicken in the whole world when I was this starving and had no other options.
The line was way too long for a Monday night on campus. I was definitely going to die--of embarrassment at my appearance or hunger, I wasn’t sure which would kill me first.
“Elain?”
“Huh?”
“I asked you a question.” Azriel grinned. “But I understand if you were too busy bouncing on your toes to listen.”
I lowered myself to the ground and chuckled awkwardly. “I’m sorry--I’ve just had a horribly long day and haven’t eaten since eleven o’clock this morning.”
“I love it when you laugh like that.”
“Like--what?”
“When you’re uncomfortable--you have this laugh you do and it’s honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I covered my face with my hands and stepped forward to the front of the line. “Ohhhh my gosh. That’s so embarrassing.” I clenched my jaw to keep myself from laughing again.
Azriel gently prised my hands from my face and then put his fingers under my chin and pressed slightly. “Don’t do that! I live for every embarrassed laugh from you.”
I swatted his arm away--but I was smiling. “Alright. If you get to keep my embarrassed laughs, I’m gonna need something cute and embarrassing to hold over you.”
“Good luck finding one. I’m the portrait of smooth,” he said, rolling his eyes, hands in his pockets.
“We’ll see about that,” I said as I flounced up to the register. Azriel insisted on paying for my food--after he swore to let me pay for our third date. (Third date!!) It was ready before we’d finished paying and he swiped the tray before I could get to it. He carried it over to a table and chairs on the second floor balcony of the Student Union. I flung myself into the chair, resting my wrists on the armrests and slouching down.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Azriel said.
I raised my eyebrows and put my chin in my hand. “What makes Azriel Umbra uncomfortable? Hmmm..”
He shook his head, rolling his eyes.
“That’s it!” I said. Several heads whipped over to stare at us. “I mean,” I whispered, “That’s it.”
He sat down across from me. “What’s it?” Eye roll.
“You roll your eyes way too often. Like, way too often.”
I watched him attempt to restrain the eye roll.
“See, now that you’re aware of it you’re incredibly self-conscious.”
He stared at me. Then rolled his eyes. “I give.”
“Ha!”
Toward the end of the meal, I decided to be nosy.
“So… have you talked to Rhys recently?”
He looked up from his food so fast I thought he’d give himself whiplash.
“He mentioned a couple of things.”
I put my elbows on the table. All around us, the Union was emptying out for the evening.
“Feyre won’t give me any details about what happened between them. All I know is they went to a party, Rhys did something, and Feyre drove straight back to school from his place the next morning. She didn’t even come home to see if I wanted a ride. And I’ve heard squat from her since. They just seemed so… happy.”
Azriel sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I never actually saw them when they were ‘together-together’ because they got together over the break, but I know that whatever must have happened, Rhys didn’t do it on purpose. I’m not sure how much to tell you, but… he’s liked Feyre for a very long time.”
I bit my lip. “She was just so different while we were at home for the break. Much different than she’d been since she started dating Tamlin. Carefree, bubbly, talking with my father, joking with Nesta, of all people. I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll try to get more out of Rhys. All he said on the entire car ride back to school was that he made a mistake, it was out of his hands, and it was probably better for Feyre if she hated him anyway. And I know that’s not true.”
“Let me know if he tells you anything else.”
“I’ll try,” he said. “Shall we go?”
He walked me back to my car. It was full dark outside, only the light of the streetlamps guiding us.
I opened the driver’s side door and threw my purse in. “I had a really good time--”
The world never heard the rest of my sentence because he kissed me before I could finish it.
His kiss was gentle, his hands cupping the sides of my face. My hands fumbled up to wrap around his shoulders as his lips caressed mine, increasing the pressure slightly. I understood and his tongue swept in. I ran one hand down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt, my other hands pulling him closer to me.
But he pressed one more kiss to my lips, then kissed the top of my head. “Good night, Elain.”
I gulped down air, the chill of the night surprising me as soon as his body moved away from mine.
I smiled at him and he kissed me again, briefly this time. “Good night, Elain,” he said again. “And there’s the laugh I was looking for!” He exclaimed after I chuckled nervously, but not unhappily, after the kiss.
“Oh go to hell!” I said, and he rolled his eyes. Purely for my benefit, I knew. I didn’t stop smiling the whole drive home.
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5e Seraphine, the Starry-Eyed Songstress build (League of Legends)
(Artwork by Jennifer Wuestling. Made for Riot Games.)
I mean I’m going to have to build her eventually, right? Honestly Tasha’s Cauldron comes out tomorrow so I may as well take a bit of a cheat day and make a build for the new champ. I mean I still have to and pick out a bunch of spells so at least I’m doing that?
Samira build is going to come out sometime in the year 3587 lol.
GOALS
Lookin' for a song in everything I meet! - Seraphine is a stage performer, rallying the whole crowd into song to make it loud and proud!
You're all breathtaking! - Seraphine can unite everyone around her with shields and heals. COUGH SONA COUGH.
Sing it with me! - When the time comes Seraphine can bring the whole world closer together! Good thing she isn’t mute.
RACE
I would really love to do a funny joke and say that Seraphine is a Tiefling or an Orc or something but no: she’s a Human. I can’t even justify any of the Eberron races so we’ll just be going for good ol’ Variant Human.
As a human you can increase two ability scores of your choice: pump up your Charisma and Dexterity to keep fit and beautiful. You can also learn a skill of your choice and for hearing so strong you can hear the voices of a dying nation inside your special necklace take Perception proficiency. You can also take any language of your choice so I’d suggest one that fits with your group, or whichever one you think is Korean. Actually I think Seraphine sung in Chinese which also made people mad? Man Riot can’t stop making her controversial, huhn?
But of course the main appeal of Variant Human is the free feat at level 1. I think Alert is pretty good for mimicking super sensitive hearing. Along with a +5 bonus to initiative you can’t be surprised nor can you be snuck up on. Being able to hear everyone has its perks, huhn?
ABILITY SCORES
15; CHARISMA - If you’re gonna get the crowd to adore you you’ve gotta look the part.
14; CONSTITUTION - I don’t care if Seraphine is a squishy midlane mage we simply don’t need anything else more. Feel free to swap this out with a different stat if you want better roleplay but worse health.
13; DEXTERITY - You need to be able to keep your balance on a moving platform as well as be able to dance along with the K/DA crew.
12; WISDOM - Seraphine’s big thing is being able to hear the emotions of everyone. Knowing what makes people tick is Insight, which is a Wisdom skill.
10; INTELLIGENCE - Seraphine is just your average, everyday girl. Ditzy and a little clueless.
8; STRENGTH - Seraphine can best be described as “petite.” Muscles in the chest hurt your nice soprano.
BACKGROUND
Now you may not know this but Seraphine is a singer, which is a type of Entertainer. As an Entertainer you get proficiency in Performance (obviously) and Acrobatics as well as a music instrument of your choice (Indie Seraphine plays guitar so grab a Lute) and a Disguise Kit, so maybe you can disguise the fact that you’re a copy of So...
Being the premier superstar of Piltover means that you get to tour around a lot By Popular Demand. You can perform in exchange for a place to stay, and doing so will get people to notice you! "Music helps you keep your head up."
(Artist unknown. Blame LoL Wiki. Artwork made for Riot Games.)
THE BUILD
LEVEL 1 - BARD 1
YOU MAY BE SURPRISED TO HEAR THAT SERAPHINE IS A BARD. As a Bard you get proficiency in three skills as well as three instruments! Choose whatever instruments you want (you mostly sing, and the majority of magical instruments are Lutes anyways which you’re already proficient in) (my secret advice? Pan Flutes and Horns have a few magic instruments) but for your skills take Insight to hear the crowd, Persuasion to rally the crowd, and Arcana to learn why your magic crystal is screaming.
You also get Bardic Inspiration! Seraphine talks about being inspired so she can inspire others, and you can inspire your allies with a d6 to add to Attack Rolls, Saving Throws, and Skill Checks!
But of course Bards are spellcasters with Spellcasting too! You can learn two cantrips from the Bard list: Prestidigitation will let you get some special effects on stage and Vicious Mockery doesn’t have to be mockery... It would just be a lot cooler if it was.
You also learn four spells from the Bard list: Comprehend Languages will let you understand everyone’s song, and Faerie Fire will let you light up their life. On the more unnerving end Dissonant Whispers will let folk listen to your crystal, and Detect Magic will let you tell exactly what kind of magic you’re hearing. That’s weird: why is the Hextech crystal radiating Necromancy?
LEVEL 2 - BARD 2
Second level Bards are Jack of All Trades, being able to add half their proficiency bonus to any skill check. Because you see the rhythm in everything! Additionally you get Song of Rest, helping your friends take a break and recover more health during short rests.
But most importantly you get another spell! Another way to cheer someone up is to give them a good laugh, and Tasha’s Hideous Laughter will make them do just that! Maybe they’re laughing about the fact that Riot keeps insisting your not a copy of Sona? Oh don’t worry the jabs at Seraphine as a character are just gonna keep coming.
LEVEL 3 - BARD 3
Third level Bards get Expertise in two skills: choose Insight to hear the souls of both cities, and Performance because... yeah duh. You don’t become famous in a day.
But much more importantly you get your choice of Bard College, and for the rich and fabulous the College of Glamour will make sure everyone loves you! You can now officially captivate the whole audience (up to your Charisma modifier) with your Enthralling Performance, charming them and making them idolize you and defend you on Twitter. To both shield your allies and speed them up with Surround Sound Mantle of Inspiration takes a Bonus Action to give them Temporary Hitpoints and let them take a reaction to move out of danger. Yeah this was pretty much on a silver platter for me so I figured I’d take it.
You can also learn another spell and for an effective Beat Drop take Hold Person, rooting them in place for long enough that your ADC can do their magic.
LEVEL 4 - BARD 4
4th level comes with your first Ability Score Improvement. Charisma is pretty much everything for us now so pumping that up would be helpful!
You can also learn another spell and another cantrip! For your cantrip Dancing Lights will let you light up your stage and also pulls double duty by letting your dumb human eyes see in the dark. As for leveled spells Suggestion is a more direct form of emotional manipulation, suggesting actions for the other person to take. These actions can’t be directly harmful or against what the character would normally do, but “you should buy my $30 release skin” is a fairly ordinary request, right?
(Picture from Seraphine’s Twitter. Yup Seraphine is definitely real.)
LEVEL 5 - BARD 5
5th level Bards get Font of Inspiration, allowing their Bardic Inspiration to come back on a Short rest instead of a Long rest. This is great because your Bardic Inspiration die also increases to a d8, increasing your Mantle of Inspiration Temp HP too!
You can also learn third level spells but the keyword here is can because I’m actually going to stick at second to take spells like Calm Emotions. Man you’ll never guess what this spell does.
While Calm Emotions is a nice spell feel free to deviate from my builds as you see fit. Like seriously a temporary ceasefire is nice but so is a huge Fear cone.
LEVEL 6 - BARD 6
6th level Glamour Bards can make people dance like they have a magical instrument from Ionia. Mantle of Majesty lets you Concentrate on a not-spell once per Long Rest and get the ability to cast the Command actual-spell as a Bonus Action for one minute. Command lets you make one word commands at your enemy as long as they can understand you and you aren’t asking them to do something harmful to themselves. So commands like “Dance!” “Sing!” and “Cheer!” are all viable (though perhaps not effective in a teamfight.)
You can also add another spell to your spell list but again the third level Bard spells aren’t too enticing to me, so take Enthrall to make sure they concentrate on you and you alone.
Oh and you get Countercharm, letting you use an action to give allies against Frightening and Charming effects. Or they could buy some Tenacity. Or you could get a Paladin.
LEVEL 7 - BARD 7
7th level Bards get 4th level spells and Confusion will get the crowd mixed up in the noise, resulting in a cacophony that would sound like unbearable noise to most. Because it is unbearable noise. But at least your friends can fight them in the madness.
LEVEL 8 - BARD 8
8th level Bards get another Ability Score Improvement. Do you know what’s helpful for a class based entirely on Charisma? Maxed out Charisma!
You know what else is helpful? Charm Monster, so you can talk to any crystal scorpions that might be looking for their family. I mean, assuming the Brackern speak human.
(Picture from Seraphine’s Twitter. Yup Seraphine is definitely real.)
LEVEL 9 - BARD 9
9th level sees your Song of Rest increase to a d8. Does this ability scale really poorly? Yeah kinda.
At least you get 5th level spells now. If you want some high notes that’ll dance around you Animate Objects will let you make a bunch of tiny objects to hit your foes! Honestly at this point all the Enchantment spells become uhhh... evil? So we have to go for a different school if we want “good” spells.
LEVEL 10 - BARD 10
10th level Bards get Expertise in two more skills: Persuasion will help you shift the hearts of a nation. Take whatever skill you want as your secondary one since it honestly doesn’t matter too much. (I personally opted for Perception.)
But more importantly it’s Magical Secrets time! This will let you get any spell from any class’ spell list and add it to your own! Most of the time when you get this feature you want to grab some stuff at the max level you can cast but I’m actually going to go down to third level for some support and buffs! For a healing aura around you take Aura of Vitality from the Paladin spell list. To quickly charm a crowd Incite Greed will force everyone to be charmed by you as they want to see your 50 dollar Brackern Corpse... I mean Hextech crystal.
Along with your two Magical Secrets you also get another cantrip. Message is always good to keep plans in team chat.
LEVEL 11 - BARD 11
11th level Bards get 6th level spells like Otto's Irresistible Dance, which forces everyone to get into the rhythm! It’s much harder to fight when you’re dancing: it’s like being stunned! Good thing only you can force a stunning dance on enemies.
LEVEL 12 - BARD 12
12th level Bards get an Ability Score Improvement but now that your Charisma is maxed you can grab Inspiring Leader to rally everyone together for an awesome performance!
(Artist unknown. Blame LoL Wiki. Artwork made for Riot Games.)
LEVEL 13 - BARD 13
13th level Bards see their Song of Rest increase to a d10, and this is the point where I make a joke about Song of Rest scaling poorly.
You at least get 7th level spells, and because none of these really fit Seraphine I’m going to suggest Mordenkainen's Magnificent Mansion for a K/DA stage. But again I need to remind people that I’m picking options for RP and you’re welcome to build the character however you want. Take what you think will be useful and make your own song!
LEVEL 14 - BARD 14
14th level Eloquence Bards have Unbreakable Majesty! As a Bonus Action you can put on your Ultimate Skin to force enemies to make Charisma saves if they try to attack you. If they fail, they’ll target someone else! This is a great way to keep the damage off you since you don’t exactly have great HP or AC. Do remember that it only lasts for a minute though, but you can get it back at the end of a Short or Long rest.
Additionally you get two more Magical Secrets! If you want to sing to enemies far and long (but maybe not Wide) Gravity Fissure is a Dunamancy spell that forces everyone in a line to take a massive amount of damage and be pulled to the center of the spell.
Now that you got your ultimate the world is honestly your oyster. My recommendation to get a crowd to put their hands up would be Chain Lightning, but that’s more because the spell is good than because it fits Sera.
LEVEL 15 - BARD 15
15th levels get their maximum Bardic Inspiration die of a d12! This also means that your Mantle of Inspiration will now give everyone 15 temporary hitpoints! "Harmonize!"
LoL Wiki doesn’t let me link to voice lines anymore and that’s a true crime.
And hey; 8th level spells! If you want to make some Gamers™ mad about your “cash grab” Twitter account just inflict them with Feeblemind so they can spam pictures of Skarner like the marketing department gets to choose what the champion designers make. Because remember: even if Seraphine isn’t real the people pretending to be her are, so don’t be an ass please!
LEVEL 16 - BARD 16
Who likes ASIs? We haven’t used our hyper-sensitive hearing enough so take the Observant feat for a +1 to Wisdom and a +5 to passive Perception and Investigation. And the ability to pick up on lyrics by reading people’s lips!
Are there more useful feats? Yeah, but we build for character here. If you want a powerbuild check out Reddit.
(Picture from Seraphine’s Twitter. Yup Seraphine is definitely real.)
LEVEL 17 - BARD 17
17th level Bards get to pretend that Song of Rest is a good ability! It’s a d12 now so I’m sure it’s useful now that your party all have around 100 HP!
But you finally get access to your mythical 9th level spells! Honestly all the options are great for a girl who has everything, but I’m going to go for the fun Music Video option of True Polymorph. Turn Akali into a dragon! Turn Evelynn into a demon! Turn Skarner into a battery! The possibilities are endless! (Unlike the #BrackernRights memes.)
LEVEL 18 - BARD 18
18th level Bards get their last two Magical Secrets. This is also the last two spells you’ll be getting so better make them count! Of course the best way to make a spell count is to Wish for anything. With this you can finally unite Piltover and Zaun, as long as you believe enough! Or you can bring back Skarner’s family...
For something a little more in-character and a lot more immediately practical: Mass Heal is the perfect Catch-22 to negate any burst. A burst of 700 HP to everyone is never not useful for a bit of Redemption.
LEVEL 19 - BARD 19
19th level Bards get their last Ability Score Improvement: we have an uneven Wisdom score thanks to our last Feat so eh. May as well take Resilient Wisdom for better saving throws and even scores.
LEVEL 20 - BARD 20
20th level Bards have Superior Inspiration! When you roll initiative and have no uses of Bardic Inspiration left, you regain one use. That is literally how the ability is worded. I mean, okaaaaay? At least you can spam Mantle of Inspiration a little more?
FINAL BUILD
PROS
Whole world hears me now! - You’re a full caster with no multiclassing! 9th level spells: no strings attached! You’ve even got a nice spread between Concentration spells and Non-Concentration spells, as well as both utility and combat spells.
Everyone fights to be heard; I'll fight to listen - Being a Bard means you’re good at just about everything, and particularly good at a select few things. 29 Passive Perception? +17 to Persuasion?
We've only just met and I'm already inspired - Who would’ve guessed that a Support class built to support well would be a good support? You’ve got charms, heals, and CC a plenty along with Inspiring Leader to bolster everyone before a battle and Mantle of Inspiration to keep everyone moving with the music!
CONS
Stage fright? Never heard of it - A lot of your BADDEST™ toys are locked behind big spell slots. You’ve only got two 6th level slots, and just one 9th level slot despite having three different 9th level spells to choose from. Again feel free to build your spell list however you want as I just picked what fit in character.
Pretend it's a big rehearsal - Your DEX is meh, your CON is meh. 140 HP isn’t godawful but it isn’t great when you’ll likely have 14 AC at best with Studded Leather. You know what’s really hot right now? Tattoos. See if your DM’s a cool dude who’ll pass you a Rare Barrier Tattoo from Tasha’s to essentially get Medium Armor! Elven Chain is also nice and pretty.
Joy's too quiet without sorrow on the downbeat - I don’t want to make two points related to your stats but they’re the only thing that’s really hurting in this build. Your only good stat is Charisma: and everything else ranges from meh (+2 in DEX / WIS / CON) to bad (0 in INT, -1 in STR.) While you’ll still be able to roleplay with Jack of All Trades skills your Saving Throws hurt. Your concentration is bad and anything heavy will break your petite spine in two. Luckily INT saves aren’t common but anything Strength or Constitution based will quickly put an end to your performance.
Uniting the world in song isn’t easy, but if anyone can do it it’s you. Harmonize, move with the rhythm, and unite everyone through song. There’s nothing you can’t do, and no one can bring you down down down down down down. Well, except perhaps an angry crystal scorpion monster and his army of Twitter followers.
(Artist unknown. Blame LoL Wiki. Artwork made for Riot Games.)
#Free Skarner#Brackern Rights#dnd#dnd 5e#dnd build#dnd guide#League of Legends#League of Legends Seraphine#k/da#k/da more#k/da seraphine#dnd bard
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a while back i did a review of the prison chapter in por and it was totally overblown and whatever but i kinda wanna do that again for (what remains of) radiant dawn so i guess i will
I'll be doing them in batches since this got long. In this post: 3-5 through 3-9
3-5: it's been two years and i forget why we have to defend this castle
this was a pretty alright map. the reinforcements were annoying but that's because I generally don't actually turtle all that much on defend chapters and as a result I was Right There whenever and wherever they showed up. I tried to grab the energy drop off the boss but the dude ran away from Heather the moment I created an opening and I didn’t want to reset so :^/
I moved provoke off of shinon and onto Brom for this and its... probably way too strong? like it wasn't a 100% draw rate but there were several turns in a row where he was the only person being attacked which is. insane. and also super fun lmao. I think it's a shame that the hostility mechanics in fe aren't as well documented; on some level it ruins the magic, but in cases like this where you're actively influencing it i think it'd be useful to know to what degree you're actually influencing it
disarm + steal is also a really neat/fun idea that would be a great way to counteract how i apparently will never have any money for weapons while playing as the greilgallia party crew 😔 (not to be confused with the greilgallia polycule, which disbanded around twenty years earlier) but I can also never get disarm to proc and half the things that i was able to get unequipped were too heavy for Heather to actually steal 😔
all around a decent map to ease myself back into playing rd with. I certainly could have played better, but defend maps tend to be easier and I appreciated that here
3-6: dawn brigade returns and promptly sinks into a swamp
god this map sucked. it's really hard to pick where to start with it but while i get that lore dictates that they need to only be fighting laguz right here it was probably the wrong gameplay decision with everything else that was going on. I think maybe making tigers have ~4 less str across the board would have been a nice start since I kinda needed to either never get hit by them at all or to kill them first.
several chapters later I’m also realizing maybe i should have like. started to use bexp lol
fighting laguz is also really weird in terms of like... because they have boosted stats while transformed so you can either kill them while they're untransformed (which is fairly easy but since they don't attack, you have to kill them during player phase which means one per turn per unit), deal chip damage (or none at all) to burn down their gauge so you can actually kill them, or try to power through their boosted stats and hope you don’t die in the process.
Because I hadn't used bexp and almost all my units were super weak, I mostly had to rely on the eff against beasts knife that you can buy in the bargain shop this chapter and also volug, who had enough def (even with halfshift) to not die in one round. Honorable mentions go to noland (a fitting name for this map), jill (with canto!), and zihark, who were able to help pick off untransformed laguz, and to micaiah, who could deal magic damage and actually damage transformed laguz.
this was also the first dawn brigade map! i know lots of people people dont like their maps after act 1 and while i was trying to go into this one with an open mind... yeah, they totally got shafted by this map design. it's not really their fault but this map sucked hard. I know that they generally did one of each class variant (fire mage, wind mage, etc.) and not have duplicates but I think that the dawn brigade would have benefited from another mage of some kind if only so you could have someone who could deal with all these goddamned cats
also bk shows up but since he's not a bonus unit i didn't want to feed him kills so i didnt really use him. maybe that was a mistake. also why couldn't he like. warp someone that wasn't the furthest away from the action.
3-7: hey so we heard you liked the previous map
Zihark is there? fuck this i'm reverting to a previous save and unrecruiting him
3-6: i forgot to mention that this map was a swamp map and also had darkness
I know I've mentioned that the similar map in fe6 (desert+fog) was actually kinda alright but this one isnt that at all. Playing through it a second time helped because i knew where enemies were spawning, but it was still more annoying than fun.
Swamps commit the cardinal sin of forcing everyone that can't fly (in this case: everyone but jill) to suffer massive terrain penalties. Deserts at least let mages move a little bit further (which admittedly wouldn't help much here since it's only micaiah and laura), but here everyone friend and foe alike (except Jill) moves slowly and it makes gameplay just grind to a halt which is never, ever fun level design.
Also Fiona just. could not move beyond the starting island. she couldn't even wade a little bit into the swamp like i did with ed and leo to attack at range and get laguz to untransform. they let you deploy everyone but it genuinely felt like i wasn't handed the tools to succeed at this map. always a great goal to have when designing a game
I don't know how to improve this map. unrecruiting zihark (by flying him up to the northeast with jill and having him talk to mordy/lethe) wasn't particularly difficult (battle saves make it easy enough to scout out where they were, and it's not like i'd ever feel bad about 'cheating' on this map) but... would a greater field of view actually help? would making it not a swamp actually help? would giving you more allied units that'll throw themselves in the face of danger with no regard for their own lives actually help?
I don't know.
3-7: but for real this time
Back to ikequest!
this map is... literally the same map as the previous one, but with a different map objective. and larger. and backwards. and not at night.
it's still a swamp.
Luckily, it's a survive map, and the vast majority of the enemy force does not have the time to actually reach you if you hide up in the corner.
Which is exactly what i did.
Here's the list of the optional units (ike and ranulf are mandatory, which sucks because i don't like using twinks cat laguz and ike's plot promotion feels miles away) I deployed and why I deployed them
Haar: to fly out and recruit Jill
Gatrie: to be carried by Haar and specifically to bait the single thunder mage in Haar's way (and help Haar clean out that area so Jill can be safely recruited). I gave him corrosion two maps ago and it actually fully disarmed a guy on this map! 🎊
Brom: stand near where the swamp ends and draw the handful of enemies that actually make it all the way there away from ike and ranulf and ulki and jaffar (who are auto-recruits in this chapter).
This map is. so incredibly easy to both beat and complete the (meaningful) optional objectives on. I missed a conversation between Ike and Micaiah (which requires you to travel all the way across the map that i just finished saying takes forever to traverse and do it in 12 turns), but as long as you unrecruit Zihark on the previous map (he's.... right in the middle of the main force so good luck if you don't) you can probably do this map first try with no deaths even if you haven't trained haargatriebrom At All
I think that kinda underscores a problem that intsys had with rd which was... it feels like they didn't really have a lot of time to fine-tune stuff? like you're going from the hardest (or at least most unpleasant) map to the easiest one this side of the tutorial and it just. doesn't feel good? like there's going to be some inherent difficulty in balancing a difficulty curve when you're shifting from party to party but. this was bad. really bad.
Also a side observation but it does actually say who units can talk to in battle prep which is pretty useful thing to have! you need to shift the stat spreadsheet allllll the way over, but it's there!
i promptly forgot about it by the time 3-10 came around and was like "hey i should just. have ike run up to elincia, see if they'll talk, and then reset" though lol
3-8: Less-than-Lethal Lava Land
A fairly standard lava cave map. My only real comment here is that it was kinda nice how they made the spots where you'd take damage fairly obvious while still making them appear as natural parts of the terrain. I think it was the durandal map in 7 but its "if you're on these at the end of the turn you'll take damage" tiles looked super out of place while the armads map on the other hand wasn't super self-evident and i'm glad they improved
3-9: still cant use lucia >:(
Another party shift (this time to Elincia), and there was some good use of ledges in this chapter!
Most of your units couldn't use them but it created alternate paths for the ones that could (Calill and Devdan). Previous maps tended to use them more as holes in your defenses than needed to be plugged, but it created ways to progress (and ways for reinforcements to catch up) that are usually reserved for flying units, except now you're interacting with the map instead of ignoring it completely.
I think I've yet to meet someone who genuinely likes ledges as a map element, though I think this map really drives home that the sole (inherent) problem with them is the accuracy modifications (which, as this map also demonstrates when the stairs near the end become a chokepoint, are actually present with all elevation changes). While the +2 damage dealt while on the high ground is reasonable, +50 and especially -50 to hitrate are insane and completely unnecessary modifiers. They should be half that if you even choose to retain both.
Anyway.
the absolute lack of a (player-controlled) healer in Elincia's party was also........ interesting. Annoying, but interesting. Why must allied clerics choose death?1
#fe10#its a lot easier to articulate myself when the context of what im saying is so readily apparent
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