#his father wants him to go back to high school and shoot for university so i do think he's around the same age as the megrangers since
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#shougo's interesting bc he's around the same age as the team but dropped out of school to be an engineer for inet#it wouldn't surprise me if he was recruited for his skills considering he's the chief engineer at such a young age#his father wants him to go back to high school and shoot for university so i do think he's around the same age as the megrangers since#those cards were still very much on the table for him#megaranger lb#super sentai lb#umbrella.thoughts#umbrella.posts
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Melting Your Heart- MYG | Ch. Prologue
╰ ̷ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ → 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖪𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖸/𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖻𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖸/n'𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖣𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 "𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾". 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸/𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍'𝗌 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄?
╰ ̷ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ → 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾!𝗒𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
╰ ̷ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ → 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗎, 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒! 𝖺𝗎, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗁𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌(?) 𝖺𝗎, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍.
╰ ̷ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ → 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅, 𝖼𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁.
╰ ̷ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ → 5560
╰ ̷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ → 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 ✓ | Ch. 1 | Ch. 2
Seoul, seven years ago.
It's a breezy summer night and King Ryung is holding a ball to celebrate his birthday.
The entire nobility and high society of the Korean Kingdom were invited.
Crown Prince Seung-gi is participating in the dances; meanwhile, Prince Yoongi is taking a stroll in the moonlit park with his old childhood friend, Lady Y/N, daughter of The King's best friend and counsellor.
"These shoes are killing me"
Says Y/N finding a spot to sit on a stone bench in front of the pond, the moon shining on its surface, as a light breeze ruffles a bit of her hair that is styled into a half-up, half-down updo.
The wind makes every single branch of the trees nearby move and the loose leaves fall into the pond's water.
Soon after, Yoongi joins her both in silence, enjoying each other's presence, Y/N sighs.
Taking the courage to finally announce that she got accepted into one of the most prestigious schools of architecture in Europe, she's been wanting to tell Yoongi for a while, but she always tried to push it back because of her feelings for him.
"Yoongi… there's something I need to tell you…"
Yoongi's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his best friend's tone got serious.
"Shoot whatever you need to say, Y/n"
"I'm leaving tomorrow… I got accepted into that University in Europe, the one that I've been trying to get into for the last two years…"
Yoongi stays silent for a couple of seconds, thinking whether he should tell her not to go because of his feelings for her or be happy for her and congratulate her on her successful task of entering university.
"Really? I'm so happy for you Y/n! But wait… tomorrow?! Why haven't you told me sooner?"
"I know, and I'm sorry for telling you like this, it's that I was still unsure of going."
"I understand"
Yoongi smiles at her but still feels a bit sad about the fact that they'll have to spend time apart.
After all, they both had grown up together, and it was usual for both to meet every day, mostly spending it listening to music, reading, or simply enjoying each other's presence.
He stands up, stretching his hand towards Y/n
"This needs a celebration itself!"
"What do you mean? What about the ball?! Wouldn't people notice that we're both missing?"
"I'm not my brother Y/n, it should be fine if we disappeared for more than we should. Follow me."
Yoongi leads y/n inside his father's office, where he mostly spends his time working on state matters and political businesses, the office is entirely covered in wood finely decorated and covered with paintings, and behind Yoongi's father's desk stands a tall, dark brown library full of old books, Yongi grins at Y/n and then reaches out to a mustard yellow covered book and takes it in his hands, once he opens the book it reveals inside of it that in fact, it's not a simple book but a perfect hiding spot for a set of old keys.
"What are you doing Yoongi? We shouldn't even be here!"
"Oh c'mon Y/n, don't you miss the old days when we were always up to no good?"
"Yes, but we never sneaked inside The King's office! And what are those keys for?"
Yoongi smiles again, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously
"What do you think they're for?"
"No. Do not tell me that those are the keys to your father's car. No, Yoongi, we won't steal The King's car"
"Oh no, these aren't the keys to my father's car, in fact, these are the keys to a secret place, my father doesn't even know that I know about this. Now, if you want to follow me, good, otherwise you can go back to the ball and keep complaining about how much your feet hurt due to those damn new shoes"
Y/n rolls her eyes, thinking about what she should do.
"Fine, I'll come with you"
"Knew it"
Yoongi grabs the keys from inside the book and closes it, putting it back on the shelf of the dark wooden library, taking again Y/n's hand, and takes her to the other side of The King's office, sliding a painting of his Grandfather and puts one of the keys in the hidden keyhole, turning the key until both he and Y/n hear a "click", Yoongi looks at her, grinning widely as the wall slides to the side, revealing a secret passage with wooden stairs.
They both start to go down the stairs, together until they reach a cosy hidden room with a stone fireplace, a couple of armchairs, and a big matching brown leather couch.
On the wall there are plenty of wooden shelves with many different bottles of wine, traditional Korean alcoholic beverages and imported whiskey, rum and scotch, on one side of the room, there is a vintage vinyl record player, Yoongi reaches for a new vinyl record and plays it.
"I guess this is where my father comes to unwind"
Yoongi says, gesturing to the room they're in at the moment, walking to the wall where the shelves are placed.
"What do you think it'll be good to drink for our own celebration? Wine? Whiskey? Champagne? Makgeolli? I'll let you choose"
Yoongi smirks as Y/n ponders on her choice, walking near Yoongi's side.
"I think red wine will be good, but... wouldn't your father notice?"
"As far as I know, he only comes down here when things get stressful, so I'm sure he wouldn't notice"
Yoongi looks at one of the best-imported wine bottles and takes it into his hand and walks towards a cabinet with glasses inside and a corkscrew.
Taking two of the wine glasses into his free hand as Yoongi places the bottle on the nearby table, then he reaches for also the corkscrew and begins to open the bottle of wine.
"How did you find out about this place, Yoongi?"
"Curiosity, one day I was left alone in my father's office while he was attending to a guest in the throne room and the fake book caught my eye while it was sitting on my father's desk, I opened it and found the keys... then I started looking around the office to see if there was any hidden door or something similar, it wasn't easy but I found it"
Yoongi pours the wine into both glasses and offers one to Y/n, she takes it and makes a toast.
"To accomplish our goals and dreams, I hope you'll find your path soon, I wish you to be happy too Yoongi."
"Cheers, I will find my path too"
Glasses clink together as both sip on the red alcoholic grape juice as the taste hits their tongues.
"Promise me we'll keep in touch, Y/n."
"Why wouldn't I? There's no reason for me not to keep on talking to you even just on the phone... you're my best friend, of course I'll keep in touch with you! And, who knows, maybe I'll be able to come visit from time to time..."
"I hope that"
Yoongi smiles as he speaks to his best friend, even if he feels a slight bitterness, knowing that this event might change things between both, he decided that it's better to slide his feelings for her aside, focusing on her being happy about her own life, after all, if you love someone you have to let them do what makes them happy, even if it means letting them go.
Time went by as both quickly finished the first bottle of red wine while they were sitting on the brown leather couch. Soon after, a second one was opened, the two kept chatting, and the effects of the alcohol started intoxicating both as they started to get tipsy.
In a moment of silence, neither Yoongi nor Y/n knew what happened. Maybe it was the alcohol— Maybe it was the desperation of not being able to have another opportunity like this.
But as they stared into each other's eyes, as the time seemed to stop, while at the same time the world was spinning around them, the stare they both held had an electricity and intensity that, if it was an object you could have been able to probably touch it.
Yoongi reached forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, careful not to make it tangle into Y/n's earring, his hand gently caressed her cheek as he does so. His gaze never left hers, it seemed that his heartbeat was echoing through his whole body. It felt like his entire heart was about to burst out of his chest right now, as the feeling of butterflies in his stomach she gave him were far more than he thought he'd be feeling.
As their lips made contact, their tongues danced with each other. Both felt like not wanting to stop, neither can denying the fact that something was happening here, there was no turning back, and these feelings were only going to grow stronger if they didn't act now, when everything still felt new and innocent, not jaded by the years of secrets that they've been keeping inside them.
Neither of them realised how much time had passed before Yoongi suddenly pushed Y/n back against the armrest and laid her down on the couch.
Yoongi took her face into his hands, he kissed her once again with so much desire and need that it made her forget how uncomfortable she was. When they break apart, their faces still close together, Yoongi whispers, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
Y/n couldn't speak— she didn't want to say anything else, afraid that whatever comes out of her mouth would either break the spell they were currently under or that they would lose this opportunity forever. However, all she did manage to utter was, "No… don't apologize… this isn't your fault…"
Yoongi continued to look confused, wondering why Y/n said that, but he decides to let it pass for now, continuing to enjoy the closeness between them. He stroked his thumb along Y/n's jawline, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingertips. Their faces still close together, he placed a soft kiss on Y/n's forehead. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, after years of trying to fight his feelings for her to not ruin their friendship and also being afraid to not be reciprocated by Y/n.
"Are you sure? Do you want me to stop?" Yoongi asks as he pulled back, looking deep into Y/n's eyes.
It was evident that Y/n wanted him to continue because despite how nervous she was, she didn't regret this, even if she could feel her heart racing faster than ever.
She couldn't believe that just hours ago she was sitting on the same sofa, drinking some wine, and now she was lying underneath the man who she has secretly loved since they were children. Her voice trembling, Y/n nodded, telling him to carry on.
Yoongi's smile became wider as he took his official uniform jacket off, tossing it on the floor next to the coffee table.
He sat up, and pulled Y/n's torso up, kissing her collarbones, as he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her body closer to his.
He slowly traced his fingers along Y/n's collarbone as his other hand trailed onto her back, taking the zipper of her poofy powder blue dress between his fingers.
He slowly moved his fingers up towards her neck, then he cupped her chin, making her look at him, a slow, sultry smile forming on his lips.
"Yoongi I've- I've never done this before..."
Y/n told Yoongi, as she looked into his eyes, her tone full of uncertainty and nervousness, as a crimson red appeared on her cheeks.
Despite how nervous she was, Y/n still loved the way Yoongi looked at her like he'd already made up his mind. That he'll make her feel safe with him.
"Don't worry, we can stop if you don't want to. You just have to tell me if you want me to and I will stop,"
He reassured her as he smiled sweetly at Y/n. Even though she was worried, she felt like nothing could hurt her at that moment, because she knew that Yoongi wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
She also thought that she really wanted to do this, to take a step further, to become something more with Yoongi, even if she didn't know exactly what that was. So she told him, without hesitation,
"Please. Don't stop."
Yoongi took a deep breath and leaned in to kiss Y/n again, softly, tenderly, hoping that this would reassure her, that she knew that he wouldn't hurt her.
Yoongi finally undid the zipper of her dress, slowly sliding the poofy ballgown powder blue dress over her shoulders, exposing her black strapless bra, which was clasped in front by a thin black strap, admiring the sight of her lacy black matching underwear, Yoongi throws the dress on the floor, then reached up to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground next to his uniform jacket and her dress.
Yoongi looked back again into her eyes to see if there were any signs of discomfort in her, making sure she was still okay with him continuing before he started massaging her breasts.
"May I?" asks Yoongi softly, as he waited for Y/n's green light
"Yes... please..." answers Y/n, encouraging Yoongi with a simple nod.
A small blush appeared on Y/n's cheeks, as she nodded, causing her cheeks to redden even more.
Still facing away from her, Yoongi bent down to place a soft kiss on Y/n's stomach, following it up with a gentle peck on her left breast.
Reaching out to caress his face, Y/n gently laid back down again on the leather couch, allowing Yoongi to have better access. As his tongue circled around her nipple, gently Yoongi's fingers then started running lower, teasing her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties, causing Y/n to gasp and close her eyes, pushing herself further against Yoongi's hand. When Yoongi saw this reaction, he brought his other hand up to Y/n's chest, pinching her nipples gently.
"You're doing amazing" Yoongi said, praising Y/n, as he smiled at her "Good girl" he kept on praising her, as he continued to tease her with his thumb over the fabric of her panties.
His other hand gently kneaded Y/n's breasts, while he kept moving his thumb across her clothed clit, causing her hips to buck up slightly in response, Yoongi then stopped briefly only to hook his fingers on the waistband of her panties and took them off her body, as he threw them on the floor.
Once her panties were removed, Yoongi took a moment to savour the view before he started kissing her inner thigh, trailing kisses upwards her soaked pussy.
"Tell me if you don't like something, angel," says Yoongi, as he looked up at y/n, unsure of what to expect, as he pressed his lips against her moist pussy, barely touching her clit with his tongue.
Y/n immediately gasped, moaning as her hips bucked involuntarily against Yoongi’s lips.
"God you're so wet..." Yoongi said as he continued to trace his tongue over her clit, which sent her back into overdrive, her hips bucked up even higher against his lips, forcing him to grab her thighs and hold her down.
Y/n tried to arch her back, but Yoongi quickly grabbed her hips to keep her in position, while he kept lapping his tongue over her swollen clit, causing her moans to become louder and more frequent.
At this point, Y/n had lost all sense of control, as she felt as if she was going to explode any second as her body suddenly tensed up.
Noticing this, Yoongi added a little pressure with his tongue, flicking it against her sensitive nub.
His fingers then left her pussy, reaching up to grasp her ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. At the same time, Yoongi pushed his middle finger inside of her, gently stretching her tight walls, prepping her for what was about to come.
As Y/n continued to shudder, uncontrollably, the fingers in her pussy continued to pump faster, causing her to cry out Yoongi's name, screaming out for release.
Finally, Yoongi thrusted his finger inside of her harder, causing her to scream out his name again as her orgasm hit her.
Her entire body trembled violently as waves of pleasure overtake her, almost sending her off the edge, her eyes rolled back into her head, until Yoongi pulled his fingers out, making her whine in frustration, desperately wanting more.
The hand that held Y/n's hips gently ran up her body to caress her cheek as Yoongi climbed up, as he reached for her lips, he kissed her passionately, making her taste herself on his tongue and lips.
"You did so well, angel,"
he said praising her once again,
"you're so beautiful"
he said
"Do you still want to keep going?"
Yoongi asked her with a smile.
She looked up at him in awe, Y/n replied with a nod,
"Of course"
As he heard this, Yoongi stood up and took off his boxers, he stood up proudly in front of Y/n, his throbbing cock sticking straight out.
As Yoongi saw her drool all over him, Yoongi placed his hands on her waist, positioning her underneath him.
"I need you to relax and trust me, y/n, will you?"
Yoongi says, looking into y/n's eyes,
"I do trust you,"
she replied, as she looked back into Yoongi's eyes, as he then lowered himself slowly onto her, as Yoongi teased her slit with the head of his cock, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of her, bit by bit, making Y/n’s face slightly winced in pain at the stretch, Yoongi kissed her cheek and lips as he tried to reassure and distract her from the pain, as he whispering into her ear.
"You're doing great angel, don't worry it will go away"
He praised her one more time, kissing her lips as he continued until he was finally fully inside of y/n, he stayed still until she gave him the input to start moving his hips, as Yoongi let her adjust to the stretch, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy enveloping his throbbing member.
Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him deeply, as they both started moving their hips together slowly, matching each other’s pace.
After a while, they settled into a steady rhythm, grinding against each other’s bodies.
"I love how tight your pussy is,"
Yoongi said groaning in pleasure, as he brushed his lips against her forehead,
"You feel amazing"
he continued, as he slowly increased the speed of his thrusts, building up momentum as he kept going and praising her
"You take my cock so well," Yoongi said as he kept thrusting into her
"Shit, it feels so good" Y/n moaned as her nails dug into the skin of Yoongi's back.
Y/n found her climax rapidly approaching, her body trembled uncontrollably as she started screaming Yoongi's name out loud as her orgasm hits her for a second time, flooding his cock with her juices as she writhed around beneath him.
Finally, when she couldn’t handle it anymore, Yoongi thrusted into her once more and filled her with his hot cum.
Their bodies were locked together, and sweat was dripping down both of their foreheads as they slowly rode out their orgasms.
Once they were both finished, Yoongi laid his head on her chest, basking in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm, while he gently rubbed her shoulders, trying to soothe her and help her calm down.
After several minutes of this, Y/n finally started relaxing, as she was overcome with relief and exhaustion.
They lay there like that, with no desire to break apart.
Their breaths became slow and deep, coming more naturally now that the tension had been released, as they stayed in each other's arms for almost an hour.
"We should go back... people might've been thinking where the youngest son of His Majesty went..." says Y/n, as she sighed, not wanting this moment to end.
Yoongi groaned in response, either not wanting to put an end to that moment together: "You're right, after all..."
Yoongi peeled himself up from Y/n's body, as Yoongi started gathering all of his clothes from the floor he dressed himself back up, fixing his hair and clothes, he turned around to look at Y/n who was still reluctantly laying on the couch,
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asks
"I feel great," she said, smiling as she sat up on the leather couch, also gathering back all her clothes, and dressing back, as Yoongi walked in front of her
"Turn around, I'll help you with the zipper of your dress"
She turned around as Yoongi placed one of his hands on the small of her back, while his other hand took the zipper between his fingers and pulled the zipper up,
"There you go"
"Yoongi?"
"Yes?"
"Is my hair fine?"
Yoongi fixed also back her updo, carefully, trying to not mess it up any more.
"Done, ready to go back?"
"I am"
She smiled as she and Yoongi headed back to the huge glittering and lively ballroom, bustling with music and chattering as the celebrations kept going until late in the night.
As the celebrations ended Yoongi and Y/n, hesitantly bid their goodbyes, but they both felt that something had changed between them, as they both sobered up in the meantime.
But they both quite couldn't pinpoint what had that changed between them, or maybe they tried to ignore it, as they did with their mutual feelings, as they awkwardly spoke before Y/n had to leave with her parents and brothers.
"So, I guess this is it... " Yoongi said with a sad smile on his face
"I guess so... but hey, we promised to keep in touch... if you're still up for that, obviously," she said unsure if he was still up for that, after the choice they both made earlier.
"Yeah! Of course, we'll keep in touch" Yoongi smiled again.
One of Y/n's brothers then reached up to them
"Your Highness, I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have to go"
"Yeah, sure I understand."
Yoongi paused and looked back at Y/n,
"Text me when you land, okay?"
"I'll do it Yoongi, please take care of yourself"
Despite the awkwardness between them, they hugged each other, as Yoongi engulfed Y/n in one last long hug.
And with that, once the hug was broken, Yoongi watched Y/n disappear inside the car, he whispered as the car drov
e away from the Royal Palace's driveway into the night as he felt his heart breaking into millions and millions of scattered tiny pieces
"I wish I dared to stop you, but I love you too much to not let you follow your dreams, I hope you'll be happy as you follow your dreams".
That night, Yoongi wasn’t able to fall asleep, his mind running through every single thing that happened that night, reminiscing every single touch, every single kiss and especially how Y/n looked and sounded under him, he reached for his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, unlocking it, angry at himself for being so stupid realising he made a mistake by getting drunk and let his feelings getting the best of the situation, he knew that there was no turning back point as he thinks
I really fucked up this time, like, fucked up badly, why am I so stupid?!
He chuckled disappointed in himself
Good job, Yoongi, really out of all people you could develop feelings for, your best friend well done, Yoongi.
Yoongi let his phone fall on his chest as he ran his hands through his hair
Out of all people you could end up with, your fucking childhood best friend. I’m seriously THAT stupid?!
He took his phone back in his hands and started scrolling through all the pictures he had with her, as he kept smiling again even if he still felt a mixture of disappointment, rage towards himself and most of all fear.
Yoongi feared that if he eventually confessed his feelings for Y/n, she would reject him, he feared that he would ruin the friendship they had, even if they already damaged what they had by choosing of sleeping together earlier that evening, as his thoughts ran one thousand miles per second, he swiped his finger on his phone screen, as he opened his social media and went straight to Y/n’s profile, his thumb lingered for a couple of seconds before hitting the ‘block’ button, as he did the same thing for her email, phone number and Kakaotalk.
I’m sorry, but I can’t keep living like this, I’ll eventually grow out of it.
After being done with this, Yoongi eventually fell asleep.
Jeju, three years ago, four years after Y/n’s departure.
The whole Royal Family was on a state trip before Yoongi’s brother, Crown Prince Seung-gi gets married to Song Kyu-ri, the daughter of the current head of the Bank Of the Korean Kingdom, during a sunny spring afternoon, talking with their people, meeting business owners…
Later, that night, Yoongi’s brother joined him in one of the rooms in the penthouse owned by the royal family, lately kept himself busy with studying music, especially on how to play the piano, despite his behaviour towards people changed gradually in the past four years, he fired nearly thirty piano tutors just because he felt like he grew bored of them, as well as the many rumours, which, most of them were true on how he treated his lovers, breaking hearts left and right, the only people he never even tried to treat badly were his parents, and of course his older brother, he cared deeply for them.
As Yoongi’s fingers grazed on the piano keys delicately, his brother sits beside him
“You’re getting better”
Seung-gi smiled proudly at Yoongi,
“Thank you…”
He replies without even adverting his eyes away from the piano, as his brother spoke again,
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Sure, go ahead”
“I mean, it’s a serious thing, Yoongi”
He stopped playing the piano as Seung-gi’s tone got deeper and more serious, Seung-gi gets up to sit on the couch behind their backs, and Yoongi followed his brother, sitting across from him
“I intend to resign my position as Crown Prince”
Seung-gi’s voice had never been that serious as his forehead furrows
“What?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing
“Do you even know what this will lead to?!”
Yoongi continues, looking at his brother who’s looking at Yoongi apologetically
“I know the consequences, Yoongi, but I’ve never been cut to become Crown Prince, imagine if I had to become The King! It would be a total disaster, Yoongi”
“So, you think I have what it takes to take YOUR place?!”
Yoongi’s expression turned from disbelief to anger in just a couple of seconds, as he stared at his brother
“And what do you think you would do, after you resigned?!”
“I want to call off the wedding too, Kyu-ri doesn’t deserve the same treatment I will have to face. This is not her fault. And… I want to travel around the world Yoongi, I want to find myself”
“I don’t get why all people want to become a nomad and travel without a specific destination, I find it even harder to understand why all people want to ‘find themselves’”
Yoongi said, standing up and reaching for the cupboard on the wall, he takes a small glass and pours himself a shot of vodka, he then reaches into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit it up with the lighter that was inside the packet, inhaling the bittersweet taste of smoke and tobacco.
“Yoongi… you should stop smoking, you know, Grandpa…”
“I know, but… I honestly don’t care anymore”
Yoongi exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking again
“Does Dad know?”
He asks, looking defeated as his mind has already started accepting his fate while Yoongi’s brother shook his head
“No, I was planning on telling him when we will be back home”
Yoongi nodded as he kept smoking
“You know he will be devastated…”
“But I’m sure he’ll guide you to become a better Crown Prince than I am”
“I don’t think so… but, we will see, only time will tell”
“You’re right…”
Seung-gi smiles at his brother Yoongi,
“But you have to promise me that you will change your behaviour towards the people who aren’t us, Yoongi, otherwise our people will hate you, and nobody wants a King that doesn’t listen to what the kingdom he’s guiding needs”
“I will try”
Seoul, present time
“Newspapers headlines are reporting that Mr Y/l/n, head of the Y/l/n clan, better known as His Majesty The King’s counsellor and old friend has been plotting treason over the past six years, he’s now held in custody in his-”
The voice of the news reporter gets cut off as Yoongi turns the television off when he heard a knocking on the door of the living room in his apartment inside the royal palace
“Your Royal Highness, His Majesty The King requires your presence in his office”
Says Yoongi’s secretary, soon after he’s walking towards The King’s office. Once he reaches the door to The King’s office Yoongi knocks on the door, he then enters as he hears his father’s voice telling him to enter.
“Father, you called?”
“Yes, Yoongi, please take a seat I need to discuss a couple of things with you”
Yoongi listens to his father attentively as he gestures for him to continue
“As you know, Y/n’s father is accused of something tremendous…”
“Yes, are there some developments?”
“Yeah, investigations are already closed, we wound out the real person behind that plotting and also found who has spread the rumour.”
“That’s good to hear”
“Yoongi, my dear son, I need to ask you to stay here with me since Y/n’s father is coming here, I have a proposition for both of you”
The King smiles at Yoongi as not long after Y/n’s father enters The King’s office, and Yoongi’s father and Y/n’s father share a brotherly hug, then Y/n’s father greets Yoongi as they all sit on the black armchairs around a coffee table.
“No need to be formal now, it’s just the three of us…”
Says the king, smiling while looking at his best friend and at Yoongi.
“Ryung, you said you have something to ask me, but why is your son here too?”
Yoongi studies his father’s face, trying to capture whatever idea got into his father’s mind as he summoned both him and Y/n’s father.
“Well, after this scandal and false accusation, our people aren’t on your side anymore Dong-jun, as they see all of the clan and family as some kind of traitors, I was thinking of showing that The Crown and the entire royal family are still supporting both you, your family and the clan”
“And.. how do you exactly plan on doing that Father?”
Yoongi looks at his father suspiciously, as he looks at his father’s happy and excited state.
“Good question my son, so…”
Yoongi’s father turns to look at him before speaking again
“You’re Thirty years old, Yoongi and, you’re the Crown Prince, the heir to the throne, as the days pass I get older and older…and I honestly would like to see you settle down and of course produce an heir yourself. So I thought, Y/n just came back after finishing her studies, you two used to get along pretty well since you two basically grew up together”
Yoongi shakes his head, knowing already where his father was trying to direct the conversation
“No. I won’t”
Yoongi says standing up, about to leave the room, as Y/n’s father joins Yoongi’s father
“Oh, that could be a great idea!”
“I said I won’t get involved in whatever thing you have in mind, Father. As far as it concerns me, she could’ve just stayed where she’s been staying for the past seven, years. I don’t care”
“You should care instead as the future king”
Yoongi’s father raises his voice slightly before he continues
“You two are going to get married. End of the story. It’s a royal order.”
Yoongi stares in disbelief at his father, clenching his teeth in annoyance as he shakes his head and storms off towards his car, he couldn’t believe that his father would impose on him his powers as a King and force him into marry the person he wanted to avoid the most on this planet.
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would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!
(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)
THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course
Under the readmore:
Mor's side
Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)
Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die
Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time
Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets
Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"
Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward
Dom's side
Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her
Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)
Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time
Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon
Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on
Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend
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Confessions in the rain - SasuHina Day 10
So this was originally part of my submission for the SasuHina Zine but was cut out due to being too long. For context, this is a Mischievous Kiss au, where Hinata, after being disowned, is living on her own when her house is destroyed by a shooting star and Mikoto - who was friends with her mother - invites her to live with them. Hinata didn’t have feelings for Sasuke like Kotaro did Naoki, at least not at first. This was based off the confession scene we got in the last episode. Also, if anyone is curious, check out Machitsuki on YouTube as they give explanation into Naoki’s POV and understanding his side of the story. It’s a big eye opener
Day 10 | Día 10
“Kissing in the rain” | “Beso bajo la lluvia”
“Finding beauty in the ugly and broken” | “Encontrar belleza en lo feo y roto”
The house was silent. Not that it usually wasn’t. the Uchihas were quite people for the most part but there was always background noise. Be it Mikoto’s humming or the shuffling of Fugaku’s paperwork or the voice of Itachi’s audio books and even Sasuke’s music. Growing up in her house, Hinata learned to keep quiet and when she moved in with the Uchiha’s, the noise – even at its softest – felt so loud. But it became the sound of home. Even when it was interrupted by Fugaku and Sasuke’s arguments, by Itachi protesting his treatment to his parents, by Sasuke’s hissed threats to not tell anyone at school she lived here, it was home. Plus, the threats didn’t last long, so it was an extra bonus.
The sounds reminded Hinata that she had people who cared nearby. She’d seen Mikoto rip into her father after he tried to drag her back to the Hyuuga Mansion after she graduated high school. She finally convinced Fugaku to listen to Sasuke instead of just yelling. She’d taken care of Itachi during one of the worst headaches he had. She started to bond with Sasuke. That one had been a surprise, knowing how much Sasuke avoided females in general. He’d helped her study for the biggest review exam, he’d make moments where she could have confessed to Naruto and even comforted her when the blonde rejected her.
It had been then when it became apparent to her that her feelings for Naruto had faded before she even confessed. Feelings towards Sasuke had grown unexpectedly and continued to grow with each moment. She tried to stop it, not wanting to become another of his fangirls but it seemed almost impossible. First it was extra time spent together in tennis club they both joined entering college. During their retreat, they’d been in charge of food and the domestic task of cooking every night made her excited for each night. when one of his new fangirls had somehow blackmailed him into going on a date, Hinata didn’t want to get involved. It felt like pure coincidence she and Kiba ended up at the same theatre they were at. While she felt bad for abandoning Kiba, the time spent with Sasuke showed him at his most relaxed. The picture she convinced him to take was one she revisited fondly.
It would have been easy to tell him, a part of her ready to just put everything on the line and just tell him. But then it all changed. Sasuke got engaged. It was arranged, between him and the daughter of his father’s old police chief. Fugako’s private detective company was in trouble with getting their licenses reinstated and the old chief offered to help speed them along, if Fugaku let his sons meet his daughter. A week later, Sasuke announced he was going to marry the daughter.
Mikoto protested furiously and even Fugaku – who didn’t get involved in his kids’ love lives – didn’t agree. It was made even worse when Sasuke said he would transfer from medicine into law to take over his father’s company. Sasuke had thought long and hard about his major even when finally agreeing to attend university, so for him to suddenly change it and do the thing that had been the centre of his and his father’s fights didn’t make sense at all. With Sasuke as his father’s company whenever he wasn’t at school and Mikoto’s anger and sadness that her son was doing this, the once noisy house fell silent.
Watching Sasuke do this, even bringing her to campus felt like a stab in the chest. She tried ignoring it, telling herself that Sasuke was allowed to do what he wanted but it wouldn’t go away. It haunted her.
“Hinata?”
Hinata looked away from her textbooks that were only opened for looks and at Itachi who stood in her doorway. His glasses were in place and the hood of his sweatshirt was pulled up making his face dark.
“Could you do me a favour? Sasuke is at the agency and dad was supposed to bring him back but he got called out. Mom refuses to go near the agency since the…” he trailed off, like he still couldn’t believe what he brother was doing. “and it’s too late for me to go out. I’d get Kisame to get him but he’s got work. Would you be able to go and get him?”
“Couldn’t he walk home himself?”
“He could, if he had an umbrella.”
Hinata looked and saw raindrops painting her window. She hadn’t even heard it start to rain.
“oh. Well then, in that case, I can.”
Itachi followed her downstairs and handed her an umbrella once she was properly suited up and waved her off. If the house was quiet, outside felt even quieter. Even with the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella, the water parting under cars’ tires, footsteps of other people rushing home, it all felt so empty. She wondered when she’d finally hear the noise of everything again.
The walk to the agency seemed quick. A figure was waiting on the other side of the door but as she got closer, the door opened and Sasuke came out. Hinata took in the pressed suit he was in, remembering how excited he seemed when he got his doctor’s coat for practical classes.
“Thanks.” He said, ducking under the umbrella. He took it from her hand, grazing over her fingers.
She yanked them away, mad at herself for still feeling this way. “Itachi sent me.”
“right.” How did their conversations get so awkward? “we should head home.”
The walk back felt like stifling silence. Hinata glanced at Sasuke, sometimes catching him glancing at her, but they didn’t say a word. At least until Sasuke spoke.
“How have classes been?”
“Fine. I was finishing homework when Itachi asked me to come get you. Tsunade-sensei did ask how you’ve been.”
She didn’t have to add in that Sasuke’s main teacher had been asking, but a small part of her felt like he needed a reminder what he was choosing.
“Right. Well, I’m sure she’d understand.”
“Understand that your turning away from the thing you thought really hard about to get into?”
“Excuse me?” Sasuke asked stopping and glaring down at her.
Honestly, under all the hurt, she was mad. She knew Sasuke could sometimes be self-centred but it gave him the confidence to do whatever he wanted. This? this wasn’t Sasuke.
“You and your father fought nonstop about taking over the agency. You didn’t want that, you never did. You didn’t know what you wanted, not for a while and then when you finally made your decision, you were happy. Anyone could see it. Your dad asks you to meet this girl and all of a sudden you decide to marry her? You, the guy who can barely stand females? Because this isn’t you. What, did she threaten your dad if you didn’t?”
“Not that it matters to you, but she did actually. All you need was 5 minutes around her to see she has her father wrapped around her finger. She made it very clear what would happen if I didn’t treat our meeting like a match making session, she could pull my dad’s paperwork. I didn’t believe her, until she lied and said the waiter at our restaurant was making sexual comments to her. Her dad had the guy arrested so quickly; he didn’t have a chance to protest. I wasn’t about to take the chance she’d do that to my father. So, I agreed and changed majors so if she did try anything, she’d have to get through me first.”
She was surprised at Sasuke’s admission, but it didn’t stop her from snapping out, “and it never occurred to tell your dad? He cares, he wouldn’t want you to do this!”
“I know that! But as much as Itachi can’t do this and I don’t want to, this agency is important to him. I wasn’t about to let some spoiled little girl ruin that.”
“So, you’re ok with it? Just giving up on being a doctor to please her? I thought you wanted to help people.”
“I can doing this.”
“And make yourself miserable in the process? I can’t believe the Sasuke I fell for is giving up.”
“What?”
Hinata then realised what she said. She hadn’t meant to but to hear that Sasuke decided to do this, though a noble endeavour, it wasn’t helping anyone. she felt lied to. Sasuke didn’t let himself be pushed around. So, she decided to continue. What would be the point in stopping? It wasn’t like he would suddenly return her feelings.
“I like you. I tried not to because I knew you’d hate it but when I confessed to Naruto, as much as it hurt to be rejected, my feelings for him had faded then. And then you kissed me during the graduation party. I don’t know if you were gifting me that after hearing me rant about graduating without being kissed, but between hearing you say you were coming to the same school as me and that kiss, how was I supposed to stop? With each moment we spent together either at school or at home, it got worse and I was going to tell you, but then you choose her. It might be for your family but I always admired that no matter what, you didn’t give in. I just can’t believe the one time you do, it’s for someone like her.”
She was expecting more yelling, maybe a scathing comment about her not understanding family, but instead Sasuke dropped the umbrella and just as suddenly as he’d once done on the steps outside their graduation party, he pulled her in and kissed her. Back then, she’d been too stunned to kiss back. Now, her arms wrapped around his neck like she’d been doing this forever. She felt properly soaked when they pulled away.
“You’re right, I don’t like most females. But I like you. and I won’t marry that girl if I can have this.”
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Sasuke decided very early on in life that females were too much to deal with. His mom was the exception for a long time, at least until he met her. He’d been running from his small group of fangirls and hid towards the back of the school. He was catching his breath when he realised someone sitting inside the rabbit cage. At first, he thought it was a boy due to the short hair but he noticed the same soft features most of the girls had, he realised it was a girl. One he knew.
She was in his class and she was quite. Usually poking her fingers together, she hid behind books and tended to disappear during free time. To be with the rabbits it had seemed. She saw him looking and let out a squeak, hiding behind her book. He didn’t stick around after that, using the lack of screaming girls to head back inside. She passed him later that day and he waited for a comment about liking him but all she did was ask him not to tell their teacher she was reading in the rabbit cage.
He later learned her name was Hinata Hyuuga.
She was always around but always off on the side, in a corner. She didn’t make herself known. She didn’t chase after him. It wasn’t hard to see her attention drifted elsewhere. Weirdly, he always felt annoyed when he saw her staring at Naruto. He didn’t like girls chasing him, so why did he feel so bothered by her inattention? He’d get annoyed on her behalf when Naruto didn’t notice her, so focused on Sakura. When she became close with Kiba and Shino, especially Kiba, he felt so mad. It wasn’t until their first year of high school, during that swim class after he jumped in and saved her; everyone thought he was doing what they all wanted to do and yell at the teacher for putting a student’s life in danger. He wanted to hurt the teacher for ever touching her after she said she couldn’t swim. That night, he was sitting in the backyard and his brother didn’t notice him as he dragged Kisame outside. He listened to their love-soaked words and when he started picturing him saying them to Hinata, that’s when he knew.
He liked her.
Then she moved in with them and he was always around her. And the feelings kept growing. It was easy to hide it under his usual personality but with all the time to get to know her better, see what went through with her father, see her resilient strength, see her, it was hard to ignore. He finally admitted to it out loud after that stupid argument with Naruto when he rejected Hinata.
“Why do you care if I rejected her? I’m not going to be with a person I don’t have feelings for.”
“What, you mean like Sakura? She barely pays you any attention and can barely stand you on a good day. But you know what, good. She’s way too good for you anyway.”
“Oh, and she’s good for you?”
“No, but only because she’s better than anyone.”
He remembered how Naruto stared at him with confusion. “It sounds like you like her.”
“That’s because I do.”
He proudly admitted to it, but telling her was a different story. It made it hard when she would suggest he become a doctor or when she convinced his dad to just listen to him instead of yelling. He was sure he didn’t make it easy when he suddenly kissed her at graduation, or the many times in college where he managed to get them alone together. he wanted to tell her, promised himself he would once he got through his first semester in the med school.
Then she appeared. Since accepting he’d be going into med school, his dad kept information about the agency from the rest of the family. He didn’t know about the struggle to get their licences reinstated, at least until his dad mentioned why they were going to have lunch with his old station chief and his daughter. It took only a matter of moments alone with her for him to realise the type of person she was. She made what she wanted very clear, she wanted him and he wasn’t going to get away easy. If he actually thought he did, his father’s business would be in danger. And as much as he to stay away from her, scoff and call her bluff, watching her with the waiter, he realised she wasn’t all talk. he cared about his dad too much to risk this. So, he agreed and by the end of that week, they were engaged. When she started paying visits to his dad’s agency in hopes of seeing him, he knew he had to take it further. Take over and keep her away from them. to be paraded around by her, watching her make a mess of things between his family and what he wanted in life, to bend down so easily; he couldn’t believe he was actually allowing this.
All he wanted was to just get through the semester, actually use some of the courage people seemed to think he had droves of and tell Hinata how he felt and graduate. Now he was stuck doing everything he hated just to protect the people he loved.
“I like you. I tried not to because I knew you’d hate it but when I confessed to Naruto, as much as it hurt to be rejected, my feelings for him had faded then. And then you kissed me during the graduation party. I don’t know if you were gifting me that after hearing me rant about graduating without being kissed, but between hearing you say you were coming to the same school as me and that kiss, how was I supposed to stop? With each moment we spent together either at school or at home, it got worse and I was going to tell you, but then you choose her. It might be for your family but I always admired that no matter what, you didn’t give in. I just can’t believe the one time you do, it’s for someone like her.”
What had been an awkward walk home in the rain turned into yelling and into this. He stared down at Hinata, who yelled at him – she never yelled – and told him she like him.
She liked him. He didn’t even think, he dropped the umbrella and kissed her. Kissed her like he’d been wanting to for ages.
“You’re right, I don’t like most females. But I like you. and I won’t to marry that girl if I can have this.”
She looked like she almost didn’t believe him, so he just kissed her again. He didn’t care that they were soaked or that they clearly had more to talk about. All the mattered was she was kissing him back and not letting go. He almost lost this; he wasn’t going to lose it now.
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JUNGKOOK
adore you
jungkook just wants to cook for you and love on you as a newly married couple.
again? really?
all mine
CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, Jungkook didn’t have much time for love. You were in love with him, but he didn’t feel the same way about you, at least that’s what you thought.
all my fault
in which you pass out after an argument and find him crying when you wake up..
apologize
your boyfriend gets jealous after you forget to check your phone after a long day with your old friend.
are you my soulmate?
You offered to do some part time work for a Calvin Klein shoot to earn some quick cash. The job was simple. Do whatever the higher ranked people told you to do. You expected a simple job like making coffee or ordering lunch for the staff. You definitely did not expect the biggest star in the world following you around like a puppy, thinking you’re his soulmate just because a bell rang when you crossed paths with him…
are you ready, angel?
drabble 1
things get a bit hot and heavy but you don't think you're ready just yet.
drabble 2
after the little incident with jungkook, you start avoiding him so he comes over to talk it out.
are you ready, angel?
just your first time with sweetheart boyfriend koo, some plot there and could maybe be a series if people like it enough??
wet n slippy
as your boyfriend
asking for kisses
a-z
the barnyard
Jungkook is devoted to you and his devotion changes the course of your life. You believed love had limits, but his love runs across the cosmos, stretches to the ends of the universe, and finds you again
baby don’t cry
bliss
Jungkook really, really wants to show you how deeply in love with you he is.
bodyguard
when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
breathtaking
Although you and Jungkook have been dating for a while, neither of you have attempted to bring your intimacy to the next level. But after a dinner date and a particularly breathtaking outfit, Jungkook is unable to hold himself back.
bunny dance
You really didn’t think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets- betting a sexy performance to each other because it was funny. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease. And being very serious about it. This is definitely going to end the way you think it is.
can’t lose you
in which jungkook admits he was so scared after he saw you almost dying in his arms.
cat-astrophe
cockwarming scenario 1, scenario 2
come here i’m your paradise
“Waking up to him still feels like a dream.”
confessing to you
the conqueror
He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.
teaser
chapter 5
the cool kind
Jeon Yuri is a little ball of sunshine, but oddly enough only when it comes to you. It's only natural that her father Jungkook is so friendly with you, right? It's normal that he's always close at your side at the schools little events here and there, right? And it's totally normal that he's inviting you to his place for dinner, while Yuri stays at his brother's place.. Right?
crazy
your boyfriend comes with an idea
creampie kink
ddlg/riding
devoted to trouble
In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?
dinner
“Koo the food will be ready-“ — “No, not that.”
do you feel wanted, baby
dom being handcuffed by sub
domestic boyfriend moments
A collection of domestic habits and moments with your boyfriend Jungkook.
dream that y’all are fucking
drunk on lust
drinking night with your best friend spills the truth upon secrets within you both.
part 1
part 2
eating out whiny mc
eating out with whipped cream
faceless beauty
jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.
fall back in love
jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you
drabble
finding out that you have a crush on him
first time with him
gently and deeply
going slow but he loose control
hand kink
head over heels
his beauty
Jungkook comes home to find you giving his attention to someone else.
his love for eating you out
hold on
a night where jungkook just wants to give, give and give and he wants you to realize that you can take it all.
hopelessly devoted to you
how can he move on when he is still hopelessly in love with you ?
hotel room
how he would be during sex
i jerked off earlier
in front the mirror
in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are
in which it’s your turn to take care of jungkook
in which one of jungkook’s love language is biting
in which you and jungkook splurge on in the seom
in which you can’t sleep and jungkook reminisces
in which you come home drunk and jungkook is confused the entire time
in which you give jungkook the silent treatment and he books a 5am flight to japan
in which you say i love you to jungkook for the first time
in which your period cramps bring you to tears but jungkook’s gentle hand is warm
inexperienced s/o hot takes
jealous, he give you hickeys
jealous of cooky
“i have created my own worst enemy.” “jungkook, it’s a plushie . . .”
keep me company
your boyfriend is on a business call but he still wants to fuck you and neither of you can resist each other, then one thing leads to another and you’re so sure you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow
kink
kiss me
lotus position
love talk
lovefool
You and Jungkook have been in a relationship for a couple of months now but recently, you can't help the anxious thoughts that pop into your mind. Thoughts about his past.
lucky me i see ghosts
mafia!au
makes you insecure
manhandle/virgin kink
midnight snack
Jungkook wakes up to a sound of rustling in the kitchen and an empty bed.
mine
monitoring duty
You are tasked with monitoring Jungkook's weverse live tonight, which starts with you trying to shove ramyeon down your throat and ends with Jungkook confessing that he likes you too.
needy
Jungkook has been missing Y/N for a while, two months was too long to go without her. He gets an opportunity when she texts him.
needy
as soon as the concert was over Jungkook decided to make a vlive after arriving at the hotel. You being hosted in the same hotel as him, being bored in your room watching his messy Vlive drinking some wine, decide to give him a surprise after a while.
newbie’s fiest
after your endless pleadings about sucking him off, jungkook gives up and allows you to try it out for the first time
next door
Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, he’d do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands... or camera.
nothing personal
In hopes of clearing his name of all the misdemeanors he had done, Jeongguk’s PR team thinks it’ll be a good stunt to date someone like you, who had the public’s good side and who’s willing to co-star with him on a movie. It’s so unfortunate that your agent agreed to this.
prologue
nsfw abc
nsfw a-z
obsessed with watching you squirt
OC gives him a sex ban
office break
the one you need
after getting dumped, jungkook finally had the opportunity to swoop in and heal your broken heart.
only mine, nobody else’s
there's you, who finds little things like eating perilla leafs as normal. then there's him,who finds such topics as horrendous. for him, this type of convos shouldn't even exist. so who'll win this battle? it's better to find out, now.
over the odds
do your worst
the confession
overstimulation/tied to bed
painfully devoted
Y/n decides to break up with Jungkook due to all the complications in their relationship when he started his new career of being a rockstar. But it’s hard to move on when he’s always following her around, not wanting to let her go.
please, for me
when they told you about jungkook’s condition you expected everything but this. his antibodies really do work hard, huh?
practice
praise kink
praise/size kink
the price of love
They say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.
teaser
prima nocta
it was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at their feet.
purple car
in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.
rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling
reacting to your boobs being pierced
the reaper’s call
reassuring him
reflection
remedy
"i think, just think, if you stay here, just for a while, play with my hair or whatever, i may fall asleep, just saying."
rest and attention
in which jungkook only wants two things from you: for you to rest and your attention.
riding him while he’s asleep
riding him while he’s on the phone
say that she’s too heavy to carry and he prove her wrong
seven days
jungkook does everything to make you forgive him for seven days, will you pity him and accept his apology?
seven days a week
Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.
seven plus one
jungkook is happy to be finally forgiven, but he's yet to control himself around you.
sex on the couch
single dad
slow and sensual but oc went it harder
slow sleepy fucking
soft
something so stupid
sorry, i need to sleep more
in his mind, planning to sleep isn’t easy when jungkooks body has his own desires.
spitting kink
sugar daddy became obsessed with you
summer
hot vacation and wet sex makes for steamy seduction. That and the fact that there’s nothing hotter thank fucking your husband in his ass on a boiling summer day.
sweet thing
a night where jungkook comes back to your sweet self, paired with long hugs and silencing kisses.
taking care of u after days
taste
he needs to taste you.
that that (i like that)
in which your boyfriend’s loud moans and groans wake you up from your sleep at 4 in the morning and you’re about ready to throw hands — and so is he, but for completely different reasons.
this love
part 1
you shouldn’t feel uneasy whenever his best friend is mentioned, after all you are his wife right ?
part 2
because nothing hurts more than the feeling of someone making you whole only for them to rip the other half from you.
part 3
This love left a permanent mark
tied/giving him oral
voyeurism kink
waking up beside him
want more
after being awaken by the thunderstorm, all you could think about is how jungkook fucked you so good a couple of hours earlier and now all you can think about is how you desperately want him inside you again
watching you leaking out
way back home
"please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall.
you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances.
"yes...they're your children."
you loved him when no one know him, and now he’s back when everyone loves you
You and Jungkook have been attached to the hip since you were kids, have been through life together, even fall in love together. But now that he’s famous he doesn’t have time for a girlfriend, well for you. But you move on, and now you’re on everyone’s screen and he sees you again.
you’re leaving me
in which jungkook found a divorce paper in your drawer after you had an argument with him.
you’re not going anywhere
8:39pm
10:29pm
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cowboy!corey hcs... what u got?
Sorry for taking a week on this 😅 without further ado ~
pre-accident:
Corey grows up watching old westerns, Little House on the Prairie, The Waltons, etc because Joan doesn't want him watching any of that raunchy, degenerate current TV, it might give him ideas about girls and a girl could take him away from her.
Little does she know he's still getting ideas about leaving. Go west, young man! Haven't you been told? California's full of whiskey, women, and gold 🤩 Corey heavily feels his father's absence, so the cowboys and farmers on TV become his Daddy. That's what A Man is. That's what Corey should be, would be if his fucking mother would lay off. That's what would make his father proud, if he had lived, the kind of boy he would've raised Corey to be, Joan be damned.
As he gets into his teens, he gets more interested in science and math in school and science fiction in media. Joan allows him Star Wars and Star Trek. He puts the cowboy thing to bed and decides to become an engineer and he works really hard junior and senior year of high school and in his two years at the community college.
But then the accident ruins that plan, and his daydreams find their way back to farms and rodeos and shoot outs. Except Corey always used to picture himself as the US Marshall. Now he imagines himself as the bank robber or the cattle rustler. Less Lone Ranger, more Jesse James.
post-accident, pre-Michael/no Michael:
Maybe in a universe where he gets away before he meets Laurie and Allyson and Michael, he packs a backpack full of clothes, rolls up a big wad of cash he's been hoarding and leaves in the middle of the night while Joan and Ronald are asleep. He takes a bus to Chicago and then a train to Montana or Colorado or Wyoming.
Maybe he gets a job at a horse stable. He doesn't know anything about horses, he's never even seen one in person before. But he mucks stalls and whatever other grunt work they give him and he learns how to ride after his shift is over. He's good with horses, he gets horses. Big, scary, powerful animals that are afraid of everything. They're fascinating.
Turns out he's got a knack for breaking horses that buck of that habit, so someone at work is like why don't you try this amateur bronc riding competition that's coming up? It's a pretty different skill but Corey's okay at it. It only takes him a couple of events to make it the full 8 seconds. The day he makes it, he's wearing a new hat. That's his lucky hat from then on, and it never lets him down.
post-Michael:
If Allyson left with him when he called and said 'we need to leave' I could totally see her going country with him. She would look so cute too, wow 🥺. But I think her presence would keep Corey more grounded and more normal, so I don't think his trajectory in this situation would be that much different.
However, survivor!Corey or a Corey that diverges from canon later than the phone call isn't gonna be mucking any fucking horse stalls, and he rides bulls, not broncs. The kind of targeted fury that drove his murder spree is gone, but he's still pissed the fuck off, he loves violence, and he hates himself.
He signs up for an amateur bull riding competition. They tell him he should practice on the mechanical first but he doesn't give a shit. He makes it the 8 seconds easily. When they give him his prize he just stands there glowering.
But the glower doesn't mean he doesn't like the attention. Corey loves the attention.
If this Corey isn't on the run from the cops, he's going pro, and he's like, a wrestling heel but for the rodeo. He wears all black, he always looks pissed, he never no scores - he wishes you had to stay on the bull for 10 seconds or 12 or 16. Some of the other cowboys think all the hype around him is blown out of proportion, but the ones who've actually spent any time with him, the ones who've seen his darkened eyes and eerie stillness as he mounts the bull before the gate opens, they know he's a scary motherfucker.
If he IS on the run from the law he's not going pro but I don't think he can stay away from the amateur competitions. He just registers with a fake name, wears a bandana over his nose and mouth like a bandit. It's easy money and it helps him get the violent impulses out.
@cordelium @toxicanonymity @ethanhoewke @heartrot666 @mutlifandom--mess @hersweetrevenge @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires
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Great Power and Great Responsibility Make for a (Not So) Great Time
Great Power and Great Responsibility Make for a (Not So) Great Time
by astronomical alien
“Hitoshi, whatever you're feeling, whatever you're going through, we want to help,” Hizashi says.
Hitoshi shakes his head.
He thinks about spider bites and super-strength. He thinks about all the impossible things happening to him that scare him beyond belief.
“You would never understand what I'm going through,” He says.
“We can't understand what you don't tell us,” Aizawa shoots back.
OR a Shinsou Spiderman AU full of all those fun Spiderman tropes like identity reveals, high school romances, crime fighting, and father figure deaths :)
Words: 5976, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Sensei | All For One, Background & Cameo Characters, Kaminari Denki, Monoma Neito, Jirou Kyouka
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Spiderman AU, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Shinsou Hitoshi-centric, Adopted Shinsou Hitoshi, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Vigilante Shinsou Hitoshi, kind of bc he's spiderman, Eventual Shindeku, Character Death, Aizawa is uncle ben so..., Angst, Angst and Humor, Plenty of fluffy moments, Slow Build
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46745413
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Shindeku#♥#Shindeku#Aizawa Shouta#Yamada Hizashi#⚣#R:T#A:Astronomical#Vigilante AU#No Quirks AU#Dadzawa#Dad Mic#Angst
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These are some snipe headcanons that I just made up so don't freaking judge me 😃 cause I love this man with all my heart
His actual name is Dannosuke Hara and his first name means "bullet" "assistance" "this distance" and his surname means "plain field" (not confirmed I just created a name for him cause his basically forgotten by horikoshi
His half Japanese and half African American so his black
His father was japanese while his mother was African American
His born in Japan but was raised in America some part of his life
He has 2 older sister his the youngest
Since his half American I feel like his middle name would be Xavier
His mom inherited a horse ranch somewhere in Texas and and a bit of other animals, he grew up loving horses and growing up his favorite activity was racing with his siblings and archery as well
His always doubt himself about his ability
His father's quirk is "perfect aim" while his mom was "zooming"
His favorite food more of a comfort food is his mothers homemade meatball soup where she'd make everything from scratch and how it's served is well there needs to be a bed of rice and flood it with the meatball soup and for extra flavor some soy sauce, sesame oil and chili oil and no one makes it better then how his mama does it
His father wasn't always around since he was a soldier
Well his father met his mother at a bar in America one day and well they quickly clicked
They'd go back and forth from Japan and America
His father was a sniper and one of the most respected ones as well
And Dan admired his dad alot and wishes to be like him some day especially since his in the elite force
When he was just 8 years old he lost his father while he was serving in Afghanistan and died as a hero taking a bomb for the group and other civilians and broke the 8 year old
His mom feel into a great depression leaving his oldest sister to raise them while she gets better
But when he grew to be around 13 years old he was a victim is a lockdown and his eldest sister who died protecting Dan just in time to shove him in the locker while the shooter was distracted
His mom made them move back to Japan to live with thier dads side of the family and they didn't feel like they fit is due to Thier hair and skin color
He went to ua high school when he had come of age but didn't think is quirk was suitable as a hero since he basically shoots bullets
And that's why after graduating and rather then go and fullfil his duties as a hero he went to university and went to get a masters degree in chemical engineering
He never once touched his uniform after graduating cause it kept hurting him since he always hurtted his friends and teachers during training because of his bullets
And well while he was graduating from university he feel in love
And after graduation he went to try and recruit himself which he passed everything
Dan trained harder than before since he wanted to make his dear father proud and he keeps his dad's bloody and crocked dog tag
And he was one of the best cadets there and obviously he became a sniper
And he has kids this man has a set of twin boys with his fiance!
But after a few months of deployment he came back to see his fiance cheating on him on thier bed infront of the 2 year old boys...
And snipe he lost custody over those boys and his been trying so god dam hard to see them but couldn't
He got depressed and started drinking...
But a few weeks after that happened he lost his mother due to old age...
And that's when he decided to be a teacher at ua to get his mind off things...
He split his time alot
He kept trying to see his boys again but never had the chance...
For years he never saw them until they were 14 and snipe finally won custody over his twin boys
He had never felt this happy in his life...
He felt alive for once
He tried his best as a dad and raised them well
Snipe also likes playing baseball since he used to play baseball with his dad everyday when his at home so he did the same with them
Snipe did not tell anyone! I mean nobody that he has kids! Extra the principal he knows and helped him alot in the process
Since his from Texas his mother would slaughter him if he can't make good ass Texas barbeque
He once actually fainted when he saw his father slaughter a cow at 6 years old and he was actually supposed to help him but he ended up fainting in the pend and they just laughed at him
And he actually turned vegan for like a month after that happened but he un vegeaned himself soon
For a guy like him he likes reptiles and lizards he has a pet chameleon
His twins have been begging for a puppy for a long time and everyday they'll actually spam his texts with pictures and videos of dogs and puppies! Even memes! But he did get them a puppy
And when he kept saying no everyday and when the puppy came well Dan was the one attached to her even more than the boys
His basically a guy who has like 4 lives! -his a teacher,hero, soldier and a father
And no one knows about him being a soldier as well and his a colonel now so that's great
And that is all! Thanks for reading and disclaimer this is all made up and nothing is true except his quirk, being a hero and and a teacher!!! (Ps sorry for being on hiatus)
#mha headcanons#bnha headcanon#all for one#all might#snipe mha#my hero headcanons#mha deku#katsuki bakogou#shoto torodoki#ua high school#principal nezu
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bryce rogers 〄 20, hillman university junior
psi omicron psi vice president — brother controverpsi
blue pirates basketball captain
from sunny and bougie del sol valley, bryce is the son of moderately-popular NSBA point guard abraham rogers; thus, all bryce knows is basketball and being a little bit spoiled. following in his father's footsteps, he started playing peewee basketball at the age of 4, and by true love of the game and seeing his father play, fell in love with basketball and all it had to offer him. with a stay-at-home mother, bryce was able to indulge and be indulged in all things basketball, playing it through the entirety of his life. regarded as one of the best players in the history of mirage senior high school's history, bryce went on to be signed to hillman university on an athletic scholarship. while his father no longer plays basketball and has hung up his jersey a long time ago, he still continues to train with bryce outside of his practices in hopes that his son, will too, follow in his footsteps and eventually play in the NSBA.
bryce has also learned that the body of a basketball player that does not take care of himself is fickle, so he is currently a health and sports performance major; if going pro does not work out, he would love to work as an athletic trainer or coordinator. so far, bryce has had eyes on his career at hillman since his freshman year and has been approached by several agents asking to represent him if and when he goes pro. in addition, he opted out of entering the draft while still in college, per word of his father, as he still wanted to make sure he had an education to fall back on.
a man of psi omicron psi, bryce has been apart of the alpha chapter since the fall of his sophomore year, and has brought in two separate lines under him and the chapter's president, austin gaines. he genuinely loves his fraternity, as he is fraternity brothers with his father, but does that mean he isn't still a man at the end of the day?
well, that way of thinking lead to the demise of his and lennox's relationship. she had no plans of dating anyone, especially campus' most prominent figure, but bryce approached her first during homecoming and asked for her number. while the rest usually would be history, bryce's unwillingness to fully be able to commit to lennox and give her the relationship she had been looking for, as well as her inability to attempt to understand him, led to a painful set of consistent heartbreaks and an ultimate breakup. the last time he'd seen lennox, her eyes were swollen from crying and she had all the things he had left in her dorm packed in a bag to give back to him.
bryce has a myriad of friends, including a few basketball players and his frat brothers, but he spends most of his time with two of his friends that he met in class, devon and aj.
〄 unfortunately, he is a scorpio.
〄 his dad played for the san myshuno heat, so he is hoping to do the same.
〄 just like just about everyone, he hopes to move to san myshuno after graduation.
〄 he is just as book smart as he is basketball smart; so no, he is not a himbo.
〄 the entire summer him and lennox were broken up, he genuinely thought he would forget about her and that he'd move on; he absolutely has not and wants her back.
〄 speaking of lennox, he still wears a bracelet that she got for him during spring fling week.
〄 he's pretty good at playing the guitar.
〄 he has learned to play most positions in basketball, but he prefers his current position as a shooting guard.
〄 he is very much non-committal, but wants to change that.
〄 he also cannot cook. please do not let him convince you either that he can.
〄 he has been focusing more on basketball that greek life, since his senior year is really when he wants to get picked up by a team and sign by the end of the year.
〄 he is a flirt. like the biggest one on campus. it's extremely stereotypical.
#!rush#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#my stuff#simblr#black simblr#awful boyfriend but fine scorpio#i personally love most scorpio men as a taurus woman im ngl#he can be a sweetheart but lord he put my lenny through it girl#they still have a pink bar but she does have a hurt sentiment lol#i can't wait for y'all to see their dynamic in the second episode lol#granted they do hunch in the car...#BUT!!!!!!!!!#they do have a conversation before that lol
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Anderperry Week 2023, Day 2
(College)
Professor Anderson’s Romantic Life
“I’m free!” Neil shouted. “Todd, I’m free! I’m free, I’m free, I’m free!”
They were sitting (Todd was sitting, Neil was jumping up and down) on the topmost row of bleachers in the football stadium at the university where Todd taught. Neil was celebrating because he had just gotten a big role in a movie with a renowned director. Ever since his father found out he wasn’t going to medical school and left him penniless, Neil had been drowning in student loan debts while having to rebuild his life. This role almost guaranteed that he would be liberated from financial insecurity and finally, finally, free from the damage his father had done.
Todd laughed, the same laugh Neil had been hearing since they were teenagers, but much more frequently now. Neil pulled him up from the bench and twirled Todd around in jubilation, sending more peals of laughter into the breeze. As the sun set, casting the clouds with pink and orange tones, like a projector on a white screen, Neil pulled Todd into a dip kiss.
“Hi, Professor Anderson!”
Startled, Neil pulled back immediately to see two college students waving from the football field.
Todd blushed, though the students were definitely too far to see it, and yelled back, “Hello!”
“Have a nice evening!” they shouted as they left.
“Do your students know about me?” Neil whispered, his heart still pounding from his surprise.
“Yes,” Todd said.
“Thank God.”
“Well, actually,” he began, worrying Neil once more. “They know I’m married. That’s it.”
Neil sighed. “Todd.”
“It’s fine, they didn’t see us.”
“They most definitely did.”
“There were only two students. They’re in my class. I’m pretty sure they’re not homophobic or anything,” Todd dismissed.
“Rumors fly, Todd. Remember that time Charlie convinced everyone that Keating was gay?”
“He’s not?”
Neil sat down on the bleachers in defeat. “This is exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Wait, Keating’s not gay?” Todd asked.
“Yes!” Neil said, exasperated. “He has a wife, I think.”
“Bisexual people exist.”
“Todd, we’re getting distracted.”
“Fine, fine,” he said. “I’ll clear up any rumors if it becomes a problem.”
“Thanks.” Neil exhaled. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.”
“Oh, I have tenure, it’s fine.”
***
“You were right about the rumors,” Todd said one night as he took off his tweed suit jacket and sat down at the dinner table.
“I’m always right, Todd,” Neil said, handing him a plate of food. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing,” he answered simply.
“Nothing?”
“It’s hilarious. They all assumed I meant a wife when I said I was married.” Todd casually stabbed a piece of potato. “The stories they come up with are so Shakespearean. It means I taught them well.”
Neil raised his eyebrows, amused. “Such as?”
“One theory was that I’m getting revenge on my wife by having an affair with her brother, and I’m paying him magnificently to do it.” Neil laughed, almost choking on his food. “I also heard someone say I have a gay twin brother, and you haven’t noticed we’ve been switching places.”
“They’ll be so disappointed to find out we met in high school,” he said.
***
Neil tried to enter the lecture hall as silently as possible, as Todd was giving the closing remarks to his lesson. He couldn’t wait to tell Todd that his film had a successful first week in theaters, and he had been invited to so many interviews and photo shoots. However, Neil either didn’t close the door lightly enough or Todd had some psychic intuition, and he looked up at Neil, smiling.
Todd held eye contact as he told the class, “By the way, have you guys seen that new movie? With that actor… Nick Perry?”
“I saw it,” a student in the front said, and Neil had to stop himself from running up to the front and smacking Todd. “I think it was Neil Perry.”
“Oh, that guy? He’s really cute,” another person agreed.
“Really? I might have to see for myself,” Todd said, and even from far away, Neil could see that he was clenching his jaw, which was doing anything to stop a big smile from forming. Despite having an equally uncontrollable smile, Neil crossed his arms and shook his head at Todd.
“You should,” the student continued. “The acting and cinematography are amazing.”
“I see, I see,” Todd said, nodding as if he hadn’t seen Neil’s movie twice already. “I’ll go see it this weekend with my partner.”
The brief silence as some students began reevaluating their rumors was very noticeable. Neil sighed, though not out of frustration, knowing that Todd would keep up this charade for as long as he could. Neil was free from his father’s controlling fist, but not from the mouths of Todd’s curious, gossiping students. And that was okay, because Todd was right — it was entertaining as hell.
#anderperry week 2023#anderperry#day 2#professor au#it’s technically day 3 but who cares#posting this from mobile again so i apologize for formatting errors#todd anderson#neil perry#tomorrow’s post may be late again#dead poets society#dps
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hello again, legacy. thank you for the welcomes, but i regret to inform you that i am not new, and that this is merely eri ( she/they, 21+ ), lgcjiae & lgckiha’s typist, coming back for round two with my third muse. i am convinced though that this one, is going to be a keeper. funnily enough, i had intentions to bring liz from ive since december ‘22 — but then xg’s shooting star mv happened and my beloved lgcsomi got sidelined for lgcarisa. anyways, meet kato arisa, a japanese-american esfj scorpio from austin, texas. she still has elements of this said liz muse though, so it’s not a total loss. she’s a bit of a wild child, but i hope you come to love her as much as i do!
in eri fashion, i’m linking you to her profile. i am currently trying to work on some plots for arisa, but i’ve dropped some ideas beneath the cut that might help with plotting, along with her entire life story as a placeholder for her biography which i’m still working on too. but, if you’re interested in plotting with arisa, then please LIKE this post. i’ll post her tracker after this — off the top of my head i’ll be looking for threads with female trainees for the trainee mission. you can catch me on twitter @/metanoire and discord ( just ask for my handle ) if you find it easier to plot there, otherwise we can just plot in dms!
born kato arisa on november 20, 2002 ( 201102, see what i did there? ) in tokyo, japan to second time parents— her mother is a university level english and japanese teacher while her father is an equine veterinarian. she has one older brother, asahi ( born in ‘99, also born in tokyo ). lgcakio is arisa’s cousin ( akio’s mom was arisa’s mom’s sister ).
grew up living rather comfortably in a nice house on the outskirts of tokyo for the first eight years of her life. her father was able to operate his veterinarian clinic while her mother was able to teach at the university of tokyo. this left arisa and her brother to attend their cushy private school growing up.
when arisa was eight years old, an opportunity came up in the united states for arisa’s mother ( teaching japanese at a university, in contrast to the english she had been teaching ) — the katos relocated to austin, texas in the united states.
somewhere along here i should mention that growing up, arisa had an immense love & passion for animals, and in particular, horses — she began riding at around four or five years old at a riding school near her father’s veterinarian clinic. she is truly horse girl.
her earliest dream was pursuing veterinary science like her father and becoming an equine vet, however as arisa matured ( with her passions & interests ), she eventually decided she wanted to become an equestrian and represent either japan or the united states at an international level ( arisa was and still is a talented rider and horsewoman, both in terms of riding and handling horses )
once her and her family were settled in their new home and city, arisa got her own horse— whom she affectionately named maki. she began competing with him and the two of them were inseparable. when she wasn’t at school or studying, she was probably riding.
( tw animal death ) the reasons behind this out of character are a little cloudy, but maki got sick and unfortunately had to be put down, which devastated sixteen year old to the point of her quitting. she stopped riding. she convinced everyone else and herself that she no longer had any interest in horses, riding or competing.
essentially reinvented herself. got into makeup, fashion, beauty, skincare and fitness in hopes that she would find something that made her feel happy again. it didn’t work.
arisa coasted through the rest of her high school years until she graduated, and as she was no longer “interested” in becoming an equine vet and/or competing, she gave up on pursuing a tertiary education. instead, arisa packed up her life, deciding to chase what her parents deemed a shallow, unfulfilling dream in seoul, south korea.
present day — it’s been two years of arisa training at legacy entertainment.
fun facts.
extroverted, loves to socialise and gossip
speaks english & japanese fluently, can somewhat navigate a conversation in korean
comes across as fake and superficial, but is actually a really nice person
that being said, she’s 100% okay with telling someone how it is
she use to snowboard when visiting her cousins in sapporo ( wasn’t very good )
she additionally travelled to japan like two times a year when she was growing up
she stays fit with yoga and pilates
because eri is unable to write anything else bi-con
future model™
despite being said future model™ she can sing ( and she enjoys it )
but actually loathes the idea of being an idol
also sort of loathes the aesthetic she’s got going on and feels much more confident makeup-less and covered in mud ( but no one can know this )
goes horse riding religiously every sunday at a riding school outside of seoul
would be interested in competing again if legacy permitted it
quick plot ideas.
fellow english and/or japanese speakers ( arisa naturally gravitates towards those who speak the same language as her, not intentionally exactly but she loooves to talk so... )
patient korean speakers who are willing to bare with the horror that is arisa’s korean fluency and/or are willing to help her improve her language skills!
friends, enemies, flings?!? idk let’s plot!
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We need more Aemond and Bealor 🙏🙏🙏🙏
So this takes place in the future. Baelor would be around 15/16 during this time. I couldn’t decide if I want to do og fcc or the modern universe. So the top part is og and the second part is modern
Can’t Get You Out of My Head
Myrah all but skips into the room with arguably the biggest smile Aemond has ever seen on her face. She lets out a wistful sigh sitting in the chair across from him. Aemond briefly looks at her, then goes back to the pages in his lap. Another restless, breathy sigh hits his ears quickly after.
“What?”
“Nothing,” then she bites her lips and giggles. Aemond sighs, closing his book.
“Myrah…”
“Alright, alright,” she claps her hands. “Since your going to hound me about it.” She leans closer as if to tell him a secret. “I know something about Baelor.”
Aemond blinks slowly in confusion. Myrah huffs, rolling her eyes.
“Have you not noticed?”
Well, obviously not.
“Have you not see how our son is behaving lately? How… off he’s been.”
“To be fair, all of our kids kind of strange.”
Myrah purses her lips, annoyed. Aemond just shrugs in response.
“He has a crush, Aemond. A crush,” she gushes. “It’s been so obvious since Lord Dayne and his family have came to court.”
Aemond’s brows furrow. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, he gets that same dopely look on his face that you do.”
Aemond really has no idea what she means by that.
“Do you think I should talk to him? Poor thing looked pale when were are all in the garden earlier.”
“I’m his father. I can speak to him about it.”
Myrah’s brows shoot up. “Oh… um ok.”
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just-,” she stops, shaking her head. “What you even say to him?”
There’s a little bit of a humor in the question. As if Myrah finds the idea of him speaking to Baelor about a crush is laughable.
“What would you even say to him,” Aemond hits back.
Myrah shrugs. “I would give a woman’s perspective on the matter.”
“I’ve been a teen boy. I can speak to him, Myrah.”
She throws her hands in defense. “I’m sure you can my love.”
So, his father never took interest in those things with him or any of his siblings. Alicent tried, the way she always tried. But in the way his mother often fumbled through other avenues of parenthood, there was no definitive talk about things like this when they were Baelor’s age. Frankly, there were far more pressing matters going on when they were his age.
There was something nice about this being possibly being the only problem in his son’s life.
And that he gets to be the one to help him through it.
Tongue Tied
Aemond had spend the first half the evening placating an emotional Myrah.
“He’s going to keep growing up, meet someone, get married, and leave me in the dust,” she sniffled with big fat tears in her eyes.
“It’s just one date.”
“Yeah, but a date leads to dating which leads to meeting someone, getting married, and leaving me in the dust.”
Aemomd tried not to laugh, pulling her into a hug. “Honey, I highly doubt either are thinking about marriage right now.”
She says something muffled into his chest. “Huh?”
Myrah looked up sadly.
“He’s my baby. Our first born, and today he’s in high school going on dates. I remember when he still needed us to change his diapers and now…”
Her bottom lip trembles again.
“He’s still going to need us. Just not to change his diapers.”
“You know what this means? We are… old now.”
Aemond snorts, and kisses her on the forehead. “Speak for yourself babe. I’m still the hottest dad at the peewee soccer matches.”
Myrah lets out a watery laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure you are.”
“I’ll go talk to him, make sure he’s ok. He gets his flare for the dramatics from you.”
Myrah swats him away.
When Aemond finally makes it to Baelor’s room, he finds his son picking at his curls in the mirror.
“Is that a gray hair,” Aemond feigns shock.
Baelor’s brown eyes get wide. “What!”
Aemond laughs, grabbing Baelor’s shoulders to turn him around. “You look fine. Handsome.”
“I think I might throw up,” Baelor murmurs. “Were you nervous on your first date with mom?”
Aemond’s mouth quirks to the side with mirth thinking back to that day.
“Do you have a coat?”
Myrah’s head tilt to the side with a laugh, and she shrugged. “My blazer I normally wear with this is in the cleaners. Everything else I have would clash with my dress.”
The dress was… something. Short and black.
“It’s going to get cold later on.”
“You’ll just give me yours.” It came with a blood red smile.
And when she asked for it later on, he sure as hell gave to her.
“Yeah, but the butterflies are nice. You’ll learn to like them. It means you care.”
Aemond finishes in his pocket, and pulls out the keys. He dangles them, snatching them away last minute before Baelor can grab them.
“You go to the door to get her. Ma’am and sir when you greet her parents. Open the all doors and pull out the chair for her. I want you back home by 11:30,” he puts the keys in Baelor’s hand. “Oh, and please don’t do the Simpson’s impressions if you want a second date.”
Baelor rolls his eyes at the last part, but nods. “Thank you.”
“Go tell your mom bye.”
“Is she going to cry,” he winces.
“More than likely so might as well get the hard part over.”
As he watches Baelor leave his room, Aemond tries not to this about Myrah’s words. He is their baby, and now he’s a young man finding his footing in the world.
His sweet first born.
#fcc asks#sorry this is out so late#I kept reading it like ‘hmm does this suck’#and my cramps are kicking my ass and work is a mess#IM A MESS lmao
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this is also unrelated to everything and u dont have to answer!!! but i know you like RE and had RE aus…and since i’ve been afflicted by …l*on…i’m absorbing the series sm <3..ANYWAYS THO CAN I PLZ KNOW ABOUT THE RE AUs…. what ships do u have them for and any specific game… im sorry this is random💔i want to think about something that is RE but not…That Man.. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
IVE GOT YOU, RYNE!!!!!!!
okay okay okay, so the re2 remake did damage to me in my junior year of high school<33 so i have a generic re2 au w chryzure,,,, not bc i ship leon and claire bc.. icky, but i do think it tracks that chrysi and azure would only go through the events of that game after having a heartfelt conversation in the rain on opposite sides of a chain link fence… they could only be separated frm each other via zombies, and even then, they find each other again… also azure turns around after finding chrysi and he finds that she has adopted a child. he is now a father. he didn’t know that would end up happening, but boy, did it!!!
speaking of chryzure re aus, sdldjflskjflksjdfslkdjf…… re7 chryzure au breaks my heart. azure doesn’t care that chrysi has been supposedly dead for YEARS—he gets an email frm his girlfriend wife soulmate and he is ON HIS WAY. nothing will stand in front of him!!! even chrysi made murderous by sentient mold!!!!!!!!!!! it’s okay, he can fix her!!!!!!!!!!!! but the scene where she shoves him out into the hallway and effectively separates them before she goes murderous again KILLS ME!!!!!! he loves his wife!!!! he wants her to come back with him so bad! AND THE HELICOPTER SCENE WHERE CHRYSI’S ALL LAID OUT ON THE MEDICAL COT AND THEY’RE FLYING AWAY FRM THE HOUSE AND THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS FINALLY, AFTER YEARS OF BEING SEPARATED…. IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY!!!
i have a variation of the re7 au where azure’s the one that went missing and AUGH. it hurts more, i think? bc he’s normally so careful, so the fact that he was captured and infected w mold is upsetting to chrysi. again, the shoving-out-of-the-room-to-protect-her scene kills me, but it makes me even sadder when it’s azure doing it,,,, bc he’ll sacrifice himself for chrysi over and over again, he’ll do anything to keep her safe above all else, and even though it feels like tearing out his own heart, he’ll leave her if it means her safety…. in that universe, the helicopter scene is chrysi being very exasperated and frustrated w azure. meanwhile, he’s like “omg,..,,, i get to be w my soulmate gf wife for good this time!!!!!”…. cut to chrysi getting involved in zombie cases again bc there’s no stopping her. sigh.
it’s not super an official au, but i do like thinking of re3 scenes in aa chryzure context?? or jst chrysi being a cool agent being tracked down by a deadly lab-grown zombie creacher… i jst think chrysi kicks ass and she would look cool doing all the same things jill valentine did. azure is a prettyboy special agent that knows abt chrysi’s past and he’s always admired her frm afar,,, this is only so that i can have the scene where chrysi gets infected and azure starts tearing through zombies to get a cure for her bc he has such a major soulmate crush on her. umm ummm, the scene where that scientist guy is holding carlos in front of him and trying to get to safety under the context that jill won’t shoot, but he does that w azure and azure’s like “go ahead. kill him. i know your aim is good enough to not hit me” and chrysi’s like “i appreciate the confidence in me, i jst think that maybe you shouldn’t have it.” but she does have good aim, so bye bye!!! (i haven’t seen gameplayof re3 in a while, so pardon me if the details are hazy ;;;; )
UMMM, i don’t know if these count, but the live action resident evil movies that are not at all related to the games (not truly) have some moments that i’ve superimposed soooo hard on chryzure zombie aus. like azure slowly developing the telekinetic powers of the third one (??? i think??? i also haven’t seen the movies in a while), or him dying and being brought back wrong (…can’t remember the context for that either, but umm it’s because chrysi was going to be hurt by some flying shrapnel and azure shielded her with his body instead,,, causing the shrapnel to travel straight through his body and he dies apart from chrysi bc she’s dragged away from him by somebody trying to keep her away from zombies. it is a sad moment that i like to turn aroudn in my head like a plate in the microwave),,, meanwhile chrysi keeps building up her groups of survivors over and over again.
OHHH, ANOTHER RE MOVIE SCENE I THINK OF IS HAVING AZURE BE INFECTED AND HE’S SLOWLY TURNING BUT HE HAS TO HELP THEM, SO HE KISSES CHRYSI ONE LAST TIME BEFORE SACRIFICING HIMSELF BY BLOWING UP ALL ZOMBIES AROUND HIM. i don’t have this be canon most of the time (or maybe it is… maybe i’ll go with the “azure brought back to life” thing being that he’s jst clone after clone of himself, with new zombie powers each time.), but it is something i like to think of…
but yeah yeah yeah, i love the movies and how silly they are + i think azure deserves to be a new, fucked up zombie clone of himself each time, and that he should find his original body being kept in stasis with chrysi, and so there’s a whole moral issue of, “i’m not the actual person she loves, but i love her and i want to be with her… even though i know the original version of me deserves it more.” now i am thinking abt this rlly hard. fuck. i could make a whole, unique storyline frm this alone bc i looooove this little rabbit hole.
there’s also that chrysijacks re7 au, and with that, i mostly like to imagine chrysi chasing jacks with a chainsaw <3 it’s what she deserves. it’s also what jacks deserves. get his ass, honey.
(that helicopter scene haunts me so mmuch btw, so i always imagine a ship in that setting, bc it’s so genuinely romantic in its peak form… going through and hell and escaping it, and clinging to each other as you go to someplace better… it makes me cry every time i think of it. i always make it more touchy-feely bc IT SHOULD BE!!!
#.asks#s.chryzure#s.chrysijacks#m.moon🎀#I THINK ABT AZURE HAVING SUCH A HORRIBLE TIME IN A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE SETTING BC IT MAKES ME SMILE#i’m sorry.. i jst think he needs to be hurt.. not bc he deserves it but bc he’s sooo pretty when hes in torment#it’s like a form of art.#love the fucked up zombie experiments of re as well bc it lets me do aaallll sorts of things to azure#i get to torture him TENFOLD!!!!
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A Day in the Life of Eorzea University
FFXIV
(named) WOL x Crystal Exarch
f/m
Chapter 1: In Other Words...
“The Warrior of Light; Star student of Eorzea University. Although not often known for her skill in balancing a college life and a part-time job serving coffee at the Scions’ Café, she serves as a beacon, so others may walk the path of light to graduation. Will she manage to save the fabric of their school from fraying, or will her school-life balance be brought to the brink? Who is waiting for her there, on the far edge of fate..?"
Inspired by the Final Fantasy XIV High School manga!
“Eorzea University, huh..”
Panne stares up at the larger than life building before her, it’s beautifully ornate windows and roof selling the idea of a world-renowned, and incredibly expensive school that few have the means to get into, let alone one who just gets by on a part-time coffee gig.. She looks to the students passing by, decked to the nines in prim and proper outfits fitting of aspiring professionals, and still can’t fathom how a volleyball scholarship, of all things, was the thing that got her in. Shaking her head, she tries not to pay much mind to the thought as she looks to the large, grandiose doors revealing a much grander inside.
Her heels click as she makes her way from eerily perfect grass lawns to marble befitting a palace. She looks down at the schedule in her hands before continuing down the halls to find the Psychology room.
…which only takes half an hour of going through mazes of hallways, only to find that she’s gone in a circle repeated several times before she finally finds the room in a seemingly obvious spot near the entrance.
She opens the slightly simpler looking door and enters the classroom.
As expected, it’s filled with more pompous pricks, she thinks to herself as she finds a desk at the back of the room and quietly slumps into her seat.
“Panne?”
She looks to the seat beside her, noticing the small elezen with shock white hair tied into an intricate braid with a red ribbon at the end of it.
“Alisaie, right? I didn’t know you went here, too.”
“Well, of course. My father would have my head if I didn’t go out and get a ‘proper’ education,” She sighs before resting her chin on her hand. “Plus my idiot of a brother wanted to pursue ‘Business and Politics in this star’s most prestigious university to get the absolute best education’, and dragged me along with him.” She turns her body towards the Miqo’te beside her, ignoring the professor beginning their lesson. “How about you? I never would have suspected you as the studious type, what bade you come here of all places?”
Panne mirrors the elezen’s position before answering, “I got a scholarship.”
“What for?”
“Volleyball.”
“Ah, so you’re a fellow Warrior, then…very interesting” A thought causes Alisaie to giggle to herself. “It seems we’re of the same mind, as I’m on the team as well. Let me guess, your major is undecided…?”
The Keeper shoots her a toothy grin, “Yup, my twin Warrior.”
“Uh, please don’t call me that…I already have a twin, and one twin is more than enough trouble as it is!”
They both laugh, causing a few students to turn around and shush them. Panne lowers her voice, “I never thought I’d find anyone from the Café studying here. Small world..”
“Just about all of us do, ‘lest I be mistaken. I’m doubtless you’ll soon run into them, one way or another.”
She nods before turning her attention to the lecture, which she tuned in and out of for the rest of the class. After the professor dismisses them, the Keeper is bided farewell by her somewhat acquainted elezen friend with a ‘see you at practice’ before going off to her next class. Panne does the same and wanders for several bells until she finds the room for the next class on her schedule, which she wants to crawl into a hole whenever she thinks about—classic literature study.
———
Just as Alisaie mentioned earlier, she happens to spot another one of her colleagues near the front of the class, his tall, lanky stature and odd manner of speech hard to miss. He spots her nearby door and gently pats the desk next to him.
“‘Ah, ‘tis a pleasant surprise indeed to find thee in such an institution. However ‘tis not but good tidings to see thee strive for a greater education, nonetheless. Come, I assure thee thou shalt not want for good company here.” She takes the seat beside him.
“And it doesn’t surprise me to see you here. Though, I didn’t expect to run into someone else from the café so soon..”
“I gather thou hast met with another of our fellow Scions today?”
“Yeah, Alisaie with just in my psych class.”
“Tis good to find thyself some sense of familiarity in unknown territory. Pray, didst thou decide on thine major of study?”
she ponders for a beat before answering, “No, I haven’t the slightest.”
“Ah, Alisaie too, hath found herself in a predicament similar to thine. Prithee, do not fret, as thou shalt soon find the answer to what thou willest to pursuit in thine career in good time. Of that, I am certain.”
“Oh, well that’s… nice of you to say that.” The elezen gives her a kind smile.
“If thou shouldst ever want for assistance, pray, do not hesitate to ask.”
“I appreciate it. Though, I will be needing some assistance in this class. I’ve never been good with books and the like…”
“Then, I shalt try my utmost to be of aid to thee.”
They continue their chat, where Panne finds out that Urianger is pursuing a degree in Astronomy and how some of the others from the café are also pursuing other prestigious-sounding studies such as Business and Political Science, Biochemistry, and Finance, before the professor begins his lecture. She pays surprisingly good attention to the lesson this time, with the help of the friend beside her with expansive knowledge on the subject to explain things to her whenever she feels lost.
Her stomach grumbles in tandem with her eyes landing on the clock on the wall, minutes from striking twelve. Once it does with a silent click and the professor dismisses them, she breathes a sigh of relief and stands, giving a farewell to Urianger before heading to the convenience store across the street from the school.
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Rather then going to balk at the ridiculous prices at the university’s esteemed cafeteria, she grabs a simple sandwich and prepackaged black coffee from the refrigerator aisle of the convenience store. She brings her meal to the counter and quickly pays for the items before heading back to campus. The large courtyard is scattered with different cliques of students eating and communing with each other. Not seeing any more familiar faces in sight, Panne decides to eat alone and simply enjoy some silence and the nice weather. She finds a large oak tree with the perfect amount of shade and space uninhabited, surrounded by neatly trimmed bushes. Satisfied with her pick, she sits with her back leaning on the tree’s trunk and begins unpacking the contents from the plastic bag in her hand. She grabs the sandwich from inside and quietly munches on it, which, although is somewhat bland, is still decent enough to satisfy her appetite.
In midst of her eating, she barely registers the rustling coming from one of the bushes behind her. Her ears perk to the sound, leading her to turn her body towards it, only to find the bushes perfectly still.
I must be imagining things
She turns her attention back to her lunch and continues eating, shrugging off the feeling of someone watching her. Just as she takes the last bite of her sandwich, she hears the rustling again.
“Throw wide the gates”
Her eyes furrow in irritation as she turns once again to the source of the sound, this time noticing the top of a black hood with gold pieces adorning it peaking out of one of the bushes.
The hells?
She stands up and begins walking over to it. “Hey, what are you—“
The mysterious figure sprints out of sight before she can finish her question. She pauses, staring down at the just-abandoned bush in utter confusion before slowly walking back to her spot to grab her things and leave.
“Well, that wasn’t weird…” she mutters under her breath as she makes her way back inside the school.
The rest of the day goes rather uneventfully; attending the next few classes on her schedule and luckily not falling asleep during any of them with the help of convenience store coffee. She finishes her last class of the day and looks down at her tomestone, with a set reminder notifying her of her first day of volleyball practice taking place in about half an hour and where it will be.
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After navigating and getting lost in the school’s many winding hallways again, she finally finds the women’s locker room and makes her way there to change. She opens her locker and finds her designated uniform inside; consisting of a pair of tight, black shorts with an easy-to-fit hole for her tail, and a slim-fitted white jersey reading ‘Warrior’ in the back and ‘01’ in black letters in the front. After changing, she assesses her appearance in the mirror. The uniform is surprisingly flattering to her figure, the black shorts high up enough to give a good view of her lean, pale legs. She quickly adjusts the her hairband before giving herself a nod of approval and heading to the location of the volleyball court nearby.
The outdoor court looks more like somewhere where tournaments should take place rather than mere practice, with its beautiful view of more of the school’s trimmed and beautiful landscaping. The sight of it makes her truly feel in bigger leagues now, a different feeling from seeing the flimsy court paling in comparison to this one from her high school. The thought of such leagues makes her hands quiver ever so slightly.
Snapping herself out of her trance, she eyes the small elezen from this morning from the corner of her eye and waves. Alisaie smiles in response, beckoning her over to the group of other players.
“You got here just in time! Practice is just about to start.”
They go into a routine of simple, full body stretches before the team does a few practice serves and passes of the ball to each other. The Keeper vaguely notices several onlookers have gathered on the bleachers as she’s practicing bumps with Alisaie.
“It’s just like those who come to the café during your working hours just for the chance to bask in your presence when you serve them.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, nothing…Speaking of, how long has it been now since you started with us? Feels like it’s been eons by now”
“Hm? Oh, I’d say it’s been about…a month or so? I started when I found out last minute that my scholarship isn’t entirely a free ride…”
“Really? Gods those bloody cheapskates…” As she trails off, an onlooker attempting to conceal themselves with an oversized hoodie pulled over their head catches Alisaie’s eye… A very peculiar black hoodie adorned with gold ornaments she can recognize from malms away, that can only belong to one person…and what, pray, could he be doing here except for one purpose? Not to watch her practice, as such things plainly are of no interest to him, if her many attempts to drag him here were to show for it, however…
With a knowing smirk, Alisaie turns back to the Miqo’te in front of her, and raises her voice an ilm louder.
“Say, are you seeing anyone right now? Romantically, that is.”
“What? What kind of question is that?!”
“So that’s a..?”
Panne sighs before answering, “no…”
“Well mayhap I can provide a little support then. You see, there’s a certain Miqo’te I know that may be of particular interest to you. ‘Tis not like he’s made any attempts in concealing his interest in you, anyroad.” Alisaie’s smirk grows even wider when she catches eyes with the hooded Miqo’te at the bleachers and watches him squirm in his seat.
“But I’ve hardly the time to seek those sorts of things right now.”
“Oh, don’t be like that! I’ll introduce you sometime, at least humor me?” She makes sure to wiggle her eyebrows at the Keeper at that last part, causing the latter to scoff.
“Why are you interested in my love life all of a sudden anyway?”
“Just curious is all…” a whistle blow catches both of their attentions. “Oh, I believe we should be practicing spikes now.”
The players each get their turns to practice the move with varying levels of success. Alisaie makes an impressionable leap in her spike, but slams the ball out of bounds. After nodding at the coach’s critiques, she beckons Panne to the court.
The chattering from the players at the sidelines and students on the bleachers fall silent when the Miqo’te calmly walks to the center of the court. The coach mutters a few words of advice before asking if she’s ready, to which she responds with squatting onto the balls of her feet, focused solely on the ball the coach is holding. When the coach blows on the whistle and tosses the ball over the net, the Miqo’te briskly runs to where it’s about to land and leaps to an impressive height for her size, spiking the ball at lightening speed. The small, gathering crowd in the bleachers roar with cheers. It’s not a full-house, but their enthusiasm makes for a lively atmosphere. She turns to them with a grin and hands on her hips, basking in the excitement of the crowd at her winning move. She listens in on some of the whispers among them.
“Did you see that? That thing moved so fast I couldn’t see it until it hit the ground!”
“It was like a beam of light…”
“They better make that girl their Warrior of Light and keep her as their star player, what with talent like that.”
Pulled out of the sensation, she swears she feels a pair of eyes burning through her, but another sound of the whistle blow pulls her away from it.
The coach grabs the ball from the ground and makes to her spot again.
“Excellent, Panne. Now, perform another spike just like that.”
With the blow of her whistle, the roegadyn woman tosses the ball again. When it crosses the net, Panne runs until she’s right under it, like before, and readies herself to jump again—only to feel an odd pair of eyes on her yet again. She turns to the bleachers and takes a good look at the suspect and notices an oddly familiar black hoodie decorated with ornaments of gold pulled over his head.
It’s that weird guy from outside…
She scans over his features, and notices a rather…handsome nose and mouth left unobstructed. She swears she can see him mouthing something.
“Let expanse contract, eons become instant…”
Before she analyze his features more, a volleyball suddenly bounces off the side of her head. Luckily, she catches herself enough as to not hit the ground and make a complete arse of herself on her first day of practice, but has to swallow her pride and mumble apologies to the coach when she scolds her for getting distracted, abashedly rubbing the back of her neck while doing so.
When she gets back to the sidelines and lets the last person get in their last bit of practice for the day, Panne feels a tap on her shoulder and turns, noticing Alisaie looking at her with a face of concern.
“You okay?”
“Yeah… I think there was a stalker or something on the bleachers…”
“What? No way, I’m sure it’s just Thancred.”
She waves to the silver-haired Hyur sitting comfortably on the bleachers. He responds with a wave back and a wink to the two of them.
“Not him, the other…” She surveys the bleachers again, sighing when she doesn’t find the mysterious hooded man she saw before, “…oh, never mind.”
———
Coach Merylwyb dismisses the team for the day with a ‘good work’ and encourages them to continue preparing for their game later that month. The players make their way to the locker room to clean themselves up and change.
Chatters echo in the room as Panne shoves her sneakers into her locker and lazily slams it closed. She regards the white-haired elezen sitting on the bench behind her, working the knots in her hair with a brush.
“‘Tis no wonder you got a scholarship, you’re very good. Especially when you don’t freeze up mid-serve, of course.” She places the brush beside her before moving to re-braid her hair, “What was that all about, anyways?”
Panne swipes the brush from the bench and uses it to untangle some of the knots in her own hair. “Dunno…there was this…guy that kept staring at me. He was wearing a hood, but I’m pretty sure our eyes met. And then when I tried looking for him again, he just disappeared, I guess.”
“A hood? Sounds more like a ghost to me. Mayhap you have more in common with Alphinaud than I thought, if a ghost was enough to throw you off balance” she laughs at the Miqo’te’s pout, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! You’re probably just tired.” She swipes the brush back and uses it to touch up the end of her braid, “go home and get some rest, would you? Lest you suddenly grow an unmistakably boorish taste for politics too.”
“Yeah, sure. Who the hells has any taste for politics, anyways?” The comment makes Alisaie go into a giggle fest, and sends a sudden shiver down her twin’s spine at the other side of the campus. At his desk with neatly piled papers surrounding him at the library, Alphinaud looks around, swearing to the Twelve that someone was talking rubbish about him behind his back.. probably Alisaie, he wagers.
Panne gives a last wave to the twin with her before beginning the trek to her dorm a few malms away.
———-
The exuberant, full of life campus has calmed to a peaceful quiet, save for the sounds of birds chirping and scant voices littered around the school’s courtyard. She breaths a sigh of contentment after the nice change of pace from the excitement of the events of the day, and slows down her pace to admire the oranges and yellows painted across the sky.
Once a smaller, older-looking, albeit still fancy, building catches her eye, she picks up her pace to a jog to the front doors. She takes out the keycard from her pocket and scans the card reader in front. With a beep, the glass doors open, allowing her inside. Her feet take her to the stairwell beside her and up a couple floors, itching to be rid of her heels once she reaches her dorm room. She takes a left, then follows the hall to a door at the end of it. Finally, she thinks as she jams her key into the lock and twists it open with ease. She uses her body to shove the door open and unceremoniously closes it. Locking it again, she turns around and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Thank the Twelve I’m home…”
She kicks of her heels and enjoys the peaceful quiet and comfort of her home, until that feeling is interrupted by the sound of slurping coming from the couch at the corner of her room.
“Godsdammit Ardbert, did you break in again?” The slurping stops for a moment, and the source responds with a gruff ‘mhm’ before going back to his meal. Panne slaps a hand to her forehead and groans before marching to the couch. Greeting her there is the same Hyur who’s been slipping in and out of her dorm at random hours for months, sitting lazily with his legs propped up on her coffee table.
“How the hells did you get in here this time, anyways?” She points an accusatory finger at him, “and stop eating my ramen!”
He pauses his meal and looks up at her with a neutral expression, as if breaking and entering into a girl’s dorm is perfectly normal.
“Oh, I got in through the window. You’re running out of these, by the way.. ‘Twould be wise to keep them handy in the days to come” with that, he goes back to slurping on his noodles.
“I’ll be sure to lock the windows next time…”
She slumps next to him on the couch and leans in slightly closer, squinting as she reads the cup’s label.
“Ah shite, that was my last beef ramen! I was gonna eat that tonight…”
“You snooze you lose, my friend.”
She leans back to her corner and slumps into a melted puddle, groaning along the way. After a moment of comical yet comforting silence, she stands up and walks over to the small kitchen. She grabs a cup of chicken-flavored instant ramen and prepares it before settling back down on the couch beside Ardbert. After a few minutes of quiet slurping of her meal, Ardbert speaks up with a slight mocking tone.
“So? How was your first day?”
“What are you, my mother?” She sits up to place the finished cup along the pile of many other finished lazy college kid instant-ramen dinners scattered across the coffee table. With a satisfied grin, she slumps back down.
“…it was good.”
“Well, that’s good to hear. Anything interesting happen? Make any friends at least?”
“Not really. I went to class, met some people, ate lunch, got a stalker, and went to practice with the volleyball team with that same stalker watching me again. You know, the usual fare.”
“Wait just a minute. Did you just say you have a stalker? Why would anyone be following you around? Don’t they have anything better to do?”
“Well you’re sure one to talk, constantly coming into my room at the random…”
Ardbert turns to face her with eyes widened. “…are you still angry about the time I came in while you were changing last week? I swore ‘twas with no ill intent!”
“I would be if that expression you made when I threw a pillow at you square in the face wasn’t so damn funny.”
The pout, so unfitting for a man too intimidating and burly to be a college student, makes the Miqo’te giggle.
“Seriously, though. Have you any guess as to who this mystery stalker may be?”
She brings a hand to her chin as she tries to remember if she was able to discern any features obscured by the hood said person wore.
“Hm…well he’s definitely male……” she shrugs, “…that’s all I got.”
“Well that certainly narrows down our search...” The comment earns him a kick in the leg, which he huffs to before continuing, “well, he has to be someone who knows a lot about you if he was able to find you at your practice. Could it be someone from one of your classes… or your cafe perhaps? Someone from there would know your schedule well enough.”
“It couldn’t be…Alisaie was practicing with me, Alphinaud’s too up his own arse in politics studies to be going anywhere that’s not the library or his room, Thancred was sitting at the bleachers during my practice as well as the stalker, plus his face was unobscured…and Urianger and Y’shtola don’t exactly strike me as the type to go out of their way to follow people around all day. They would more likely do the opposite…and to my knowledge, I don’t owe Tataru any money, so she’s definitely not following me.”
“Alright, well if it isn’t any of them…gods, look at the time.” He quickly stands up from the couch. “I should be heading out. Goodnight!”
“Wait, we need to figure out who the stalker is!”
“We can solve that mystery the next time I come.”
“And that is…?”
“...Take care, my friend.” He waves before proceeding to hop out of the window he came from, Panne protesting after him. She runs up to the open window and looks down to find the Hyur no where in sight.
“Would it kill you to use the damn door like a normal person?!”
After an exasperated sigh, she pulls the window panel shut and makes sure to lock it to prevent any more surprise visits from there. She draws the curtains and quickly changes into her pajamas, made of a simple camisole and sleep shorts, before plopping onto her bed. Thinking of the events of the day, and the possible issue of her newfound stalker she’ll be sure to let the others know about at the cafe tomorrow, she drifts off to a dreamless sleep.
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There is an urge that fills me right up to the brim every now and then at the most inopportune moments. In the street, at a smell, at a sight, at a thought: write something. Open your notes app and immortalise me—this moment. And I want to: to prove myself, to ready myself, to free myself, but I don't because the moment is inopportune.
Something about the unique giddiness of being in the same country as someone you look up to so intensely. It's a trait I must have accidentally gotten wound up in at the airport back home because really, we are cities and trains and plane rides apart still, but to know that once upon a time, somewhere else here in London, a brown-haired musician used to practise his guitar unendingly, is nearly enough. To know that somewhere up in Newcastle a man and his wife are probably cuddling up on their sofa and watching something together makes my nervous system flood with electricity. And to turn the corner in the cab yesterday in Brighton and see the blueish-greenish-tealish tinge of the waterfront's iconic railing and realise it's the very same stretch of beach in the vlog I've rewatched an innumerable score of times by now—it's like the breath of life was being forced deep into my lungs for the very first time, and suddenly the wind was not cold and my legs did not ache and my breath was not short and I was not a kid, only free.
The countrysides our train cut through today to and from Plymouth as The Bell Jar idled in my lap urged me to set aside my wonderful paranoia that they are all watching you, looking over your shoulder, reading your every imperfect word, especially your father— and open my laptop and let my fingers fly. To prove to myself that I can pinch life from the very oxygen in the air and with just the tips of my ruined fingers weave a tapestry that puts me up there with the rest of my favourites: Madeline Miller, Rick Riordan, Carol Ann Duffy.
And I want to both pitch myself from The Shard and holler down the streets my sheer joy when first I guess Briony Tallis to be nineteen though she is thirteen and then when I say something clear to me about contrast that makes the university professor shoot me some praise. "Oh, actually, that's quite good. Yes, excellent."
And I want to bear myself vulnerably to the critics, but only if they promise, pretty-please, not to say anything mean about this silly little thing I only just poured a portion of my soul into. I want you and your wise eyes to pause on a particularly good line and make my stupid heart trill when you shoot me a quick, guarded look overtop the laptop screen that later you will tell me was of awe. I want to impress you, but also, don't get your hopes up. There is so much of me that is not worthwhile, and every now and then, I wonder if maybe Sylvia took the best route. I wonder how she might have talked. I wonder if we, in other circumstances, might have been something like high school friends. She seems like the type of friend I'd be open to attracting.
I wonder about tomorrow when Norwich will open its arms to me and my father and we will go to the uni campus and talk with the talkers and meet with the meeters and go with the goers until I am certain how fall 2024 shall look for me. I wonder if the dorm walls will be too thin for some past-midnight guitar. I wonder if I will make friends.
I wonder that one a lot. I do love my friends, my two favourite friends, but they are so different from me so often. It feels so disloyal to type. I love her because she is me but more dyslexic and less autistic and less ADHD and more Canadian. I love him because he meets my creativity where it wanes and puts up with and takes care of me and my lackings. But I wonder what it would be like to have a friend to whom poetry is just English and to whom music is just magic and to whom tattoos are just A-OK and to whom clothing is just fun and to whom their life is mine and mine is theirs, and maybe one day, something of an 'ours'.
Ours.
What I wouldn't give to be my own main character, to stroll—without tense and cramping calves—into a tattoo parlour, talk with a pretty she/they behind the counter, and leave an hour later with pink etched into my cheeks and a perfect little infinity rainbow covered protectively from the world just sitting there beneath my skin like a marker, a reminder, a separator, a symbol: I will be free, and a kid, and happy, and alive, and electric, and A-OK, and myself.
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Regarding the shootings an MSU:
From a FB post
There are at least 2 survivors of previous mass shooting/killings at other schools.
One was injured while a student at Sandyhook elementary, the other was a student at Oxford High School. Just take a minute to let your head wrap around that.
Two mass shooting in a lifetime, correction, while you’re still a student.
Then ask yourself and our lawmakers what the freaking heck they’re waiting for before they do something about it.
And don’t even get me started on the stupid ‘solutions’ they’ve suggested so far.
Clear backpacks
Security guards & metal detectors
Armed teachers
Greater police presence.
BS!!!
Think about the stupidity.
1 passenger with a possible shoe bomb and we ALL have to remove our shoes before entering the secured area at every US airport.
1 dude with a possible bomb in his underwear and we all have to go through X-ray and pat downs at every US airport.
How many mass shootings at schools, supermarkets, night clubs, green house/ mushroom farm, Walmarts, just snout any freaking where USA?
This s$&t is beyond insane!
Congress needs to grow some balls and put some teeth in the gun safety bill!
AND provide universal health & mental health care!
Reporting someone who might be ‘losing it’ is useless unless we have suitable treatment & services to help.
Don’t blame it on Covid or even mental illnesses. Covid was a global pandemic. We’re not the only country that has mental illnesses in our society.
We are the only country that has suffered and is suffering from mass shooting of epidemic proportions!
Enough is enough.
MY RESPONSE
It's because the NRA went state to state in the 90's and convinced the Repturd Legislatures that the 2nd Amendment meant that anybody could own any kind of weapon they wanted, and infected the courts with that perversion of the 2nd Amendment.
They then bought off all the Repturd Congressmen and Senators, who are whores for the NRA and the gun industry.
They KNOW that assault weapons need to be banned.
They KNOW that there need to be rigorous background checks and waiting periods.
They KNOW that there needs to be a national registry, available to all law enforcement and certified gun dealers, of people with mental health problems, problems with law enforcement and history of domestic abuse, and that NOBODY on that list gets a gun.
They KNOW that the amount of weapons and ammo needs to be regulated and limited.
But they won't do an effing thing because they have been bought and paid for by the gun industry.
YOUNG PEOPLE! Vote OUT Repturds at the local, state and Federal level and we’ll finally get some gun banning and gun control!
and from a news article:
Neighbor Megan Bender said the suspect lived with his dad, used a bicycle to get around, and drew complaints for firing his gun into the backyard.“He was firing a firearm out of the back door of the house into the yard,” she said. “We’re right in the city. You shouldn’t be firing a firearm in the middle of the city.”
IF HE WAS DISCHARGING A FIREARM ILLEGALLY IN THE CITY, WHY THE FECK WASN'T IT TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM? AND WHY DID THE STUPID FATHER NOT TAKE IT AWAY AND ALERT THE AUTHORITIES SO HE COULDN'T GET HIS HANDS ON ANOTHER WEAPON!???
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